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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 NOBODY ELSE // JJK

genre: fwb, fuck buddies😼

note: guys i just want jungkook.. this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long haha sorry for spelling mistakes or anything i got too lazy to proofread it lol! enjoy tho💕

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being invited by jungkook’s mother for a dinner was normal for you and your family. you and jungkook grew up being neighbors, attend to the same high school and college later on — which he dropped out of.

it wasn’t because he’s dumb, he’s nowhere near that. he got bored, tired. his mother didn’t like the news when he told her, but she didn’t have a choice, other than to support his dream. jungkook always wished to be a singer.

some of his closest friends joked about it and laughed at the idea of jungkook being a worldwide celebrity. we could say that affected him a lot, he felt zero support from both sides: family & friends. he would often spend his days in his house, sitting on a particular part of his couch.

maybe you know him too well, you know that when he’s writing a song he would get a glass of beer, place it carefully on his coffee table, get his black notebook with his pen that he would click continuously when he’s deep in thoughts.

you know he would knee on the soft mattress beneath him, sitting on his feet like a cutie, focus on the lyrics with his big doe eyes.

you also know he would obviously play with his lip piercing, licking it, turning his tongue around it and what not. oh what that tongue can do.

the amount of times he had eaten you out on his couch, — on that spot of the couch — you wouldn’t even be able to count on your ten fingers. your friendship with him was different.

different, because you support him and understand him in a way nobody else had yet. but different because he fucks you, like crazy. he had fucked you in every way possible. fast, rough, deep, gentle, slow, anal. the last one was just once, though.

it all started at your birthday party, when you turned 25. you got wasted, he got tipsy, he knew about his whereabouts unlike you. he knew what was going on when he fucked you first, but what was he supposed to do when a woman like you, was literally begging to fuck you.

he felt guilty, he felt like he took advantage of the alcohol in your system. but when you woke up in the morning, with jungkook next to you, cuddled up, you didn’t freak out. you knew what happened, and you didn’t regret it. nor did he.

you know it shouldn’t be right, that it shouldn’t feel that good to get fucked by your best friend but god, you can’t help it. he admitted it, he finds you attractive. you find him it too.

but you both talked it out, no feelings. he told you he’d never want anything else from you other than your friendship and pussy.

and now, you’re sitting at the dining table with jungkook in front of you, his mother next to him and his father at the end. your mother on the other end as your father is next to you.

it’s normal, the atmosphere was comfortable and funny. the adults discussing work related stuff, your and his mother had already gossiped about someone else too.

it was a perfect night, except that jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire dinner, except when he got asked a question. you scolded him, non verbally with your eyes.

he’s a jerk. he just fucked you the night before, not on his couch this time though. it was in his kitchen, where he got too turned on by seeing you cut a cucumber. yes, a dang cucumber.

“so ___, i heard you finished college.” his mother spoke to you, your gaze turned to her and you smiled. “oh yes, last week actually.”

“what major were you in?” his father joined in. “psychology.” your mother interrupted and reached over to rub your back, feeling extremely proud of her daughter. you smiled, “i’m thinking about going back, i’ve been researching a lot on nursing lately.”

your eyes stopped on jungkook once again. he’s leaned back in the chair, one arm resting on the back of his mother’s chair, the other resting on his thigh. his chin is slightly lifted, looking at you as he plays with his lip piercing. fuck.

the parents continued the conversation, telling different stories about nurses as that came up. jungkook leans back to the table, resting his chin with his hands, elbows on the table.

he stares at you, not uttering a single word. you give him a small frown, not too noticeable. his eyes drop to your neck, then your chest or atleast what only was visible, then back to your eyes. you chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, he’s seriously thinking of sex right now.

you’ve tried to keep your ‘let’s fuck’ relationship with jungkook private, not going around and telling every second person that ‘hey i fuck my best friend!’. the only person who might know that you and him slept together is one of your friends from college, she saw you and jungkook that one night. the first night.

she hasn’t asked about it though, thankfully. it’s not like it was her business, so she dropped it. you knew he wouldn’t try anything with you in public, especially not in front of your parents. so that’s why it caught you off guard when you felt his leg touch yours, slightly nudging it.

you cleared your throat as you jumped a little from the surprise, a smirk on his lips as he stared at your flustered form. you cussed him out in your head, ‘fuck you’ you mouthed and he just raised a brow at that.

you rolled your eyes as you realized he wouldn’t mind that, his eyes still devouring the sight of you, almost fucking you with his eyes at this point. you don’t even wanna know what he’s thinking about at the moment.

“jungkookie, have you found yourself a girlfriend?” your mother asked, catching his attention. he fixed his posture and shook his head, “no, i’m not looking for a relationship at the moment.”

“he’s such a liar!” his mother pointed at him, “i know he’s seeing someone.” she said and took a sip of her wine. “am i?” he raised his eyebrow, his voice laced with confusion. “deny it all you want, but i found a lipstick in your pocket when you came home.”

his expression changed, his eyes somewhat turned nervous, scared even. you stared at him with a small smirk, taking a sip of your soda. he glanced at you, “must’ve been ___’s.” he chuckled and shook his head.

“and why would her lipstick be in your pocket?” his mother asked, obviously she didn’t believe him. “we came here together, i believe she put it there so she could use it if her makeup gets smudged.” he shrugged.

he was right, that was in fact the reason you put it there. “oh yeah, it’s mine.” you said, a small smile appearing on your lips. his mother nodded and with that the conversation was over. thank god.

as everyone finished eating, your and his mother disappeared into the kitchen, your fathers went outside to have a beer while ‘man talking’ or however they called it. leaving you and jungkook alone.

“you wanna die?” you scolded him, your voice was quiet not to get caught. “i swear junkook, i’ll choke you.” he grinned and rested his head on his hands, smiling at you like a child. “what?” you asked.

“choke me? is that your new kink?” he teased, his foot finding yours again under the table. you clicked your tongue and crossed your arms, “do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“nope. impossible when you’re around me, babe.” there he goes again, he always somehow finds a way to get you hot. he just knows what to say every time. “you’re unbelievable.” you can’t help but to smile with a shake of your head.

“what? you’re acting like you didn’t just strip me off with your eyes.” he teased and you gasped, “i did not-“ you stuttered, you got caught. “you’re the one to speak.” you argued back.

“i’m not denying it, i did wish to rip that pretty blouse off you.”

“i dare you, it was expensive. the only thing ripping will be your balls when i beat you up.” he scoffed at your words. “c’mon, you wouldn’t do that.”

“you think so?” you raised an eyebrow and he hummed in response. “how would i fuck you without balls?” again, he just knows what to say to drive you crazy.

“touché.” you mumbled and raised your glass to take a sip again.

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the evening came to an end as you both bid goodbye to your parents, you thanked his mother for the delicious meal. he offered to take you home and you agreed, assuming you’d end up at his place anyways. but your parents didn’t have to know about that.

and it happened just like that, the moment you stepped in his home you were pushed to the wall with force. you gasped, jungkook didn’t leave a single second for you to react as he attacked your lips, kissing you.

he held your face in place by your cheeks, your small reticule dropped from your hand as you hugged him close, kissing him back with just as much force and desperation as he did.

his right hand went to grab your ass, then holding your thigh as you lifted it up. he immediately pushed himself closer to you, grinding his growing erection against you.

not wanting to fuck you right at the front door, he dragged you to his living room, pushing you on the couch. he grinned at you and he dropped to his knees, the loud thud must have been hurtful, but he didn’t waste a single second.

he eagerly gripped the hem of your jeans, undoing it and pulling it off you, lifting your hips to help him. “hm, good.” he praised you for that small action of yours, his voice enough to create an ocean in your panties.

he touched your knees and thighs, caressing your skin while he leaned in to plant kisses on your inner thigh. he pulled you a little down, holding your legs tightly and he spread them. “don’t close.” he demanded, his voice hoarse and it sent you shivers down your spine.

you gasped once again when you felt him kiss you on your panties, he pulled away to take off his black turtleneck sweater but went right back in, pulling off your panties in a second.

the cold air hit your core immediately, but soon replaced by the heat coming from his body. he licked a stripe down your pussy, getting a hum out of you at the familiar feeling of his mouth working on you.

your mouth fell agape when he sucked on your clit, your hands finding their way to his black hair, getting a great hold of them. he groaned at your action, he knows you like to get a hold of his hair, so he hasn’t cut it in some months now.

he pulled away, you almost whined about him stopping but then he spread your folds with his fingers, spreading your wetness on his digits. he glanced up at you when he brought them to his lips, licking them.

he hummed, “love it.” he said, his voice a low growl. one of his hand rests on your thigh, gripping it softly. the other goes to your core again, inserting his finger in you. his head goes back down, disappearing between your legs once again as he starts sucking again, his finger pumping into you.

your back arched, unintentionally. “oh, fuck,” your breath hitched, he smirked against you. he added another of his long digits, curling them inside you, he pulled away as he stared into your eyes, then his gaze dropped to his hand working on you.

he groaned at the sight, he’s slept with girls before you, it was obvious he was experienced, but he could swear on his life your pussy was the prettiest he has ever seen in his whole life.

“so pretty,” his voice was teasing and you gasped his name, pulling his head up. “shut up,” your voice was a low murmur and he raised an eyebrow at your sass.

“what? can’t i call what’s mine pretty?” he chuckled and shook his head, secretly adding a third finger. “i don’t want your fingers,” you whined, your hips moving on their own. “i need to get you stretched, babe.” he grinned and he continued, his three fingers now going in a slower pace.

“no,” you stopped his hand, “i’m okay, just-“ you licked your lips, his gaze dropping to them. “shit, just fuck me already.” your voice was more like a whisper, full of need. “you’re tight, i don’t want to hurt you.” he argued back, but his fingers were already out of you as he wiped them in his jeans.

you sat up straight on the couch, closing your legs. “c’mon, you fucked me enough already. i can take you,” he couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh and he nodded, “love that you speak your mind.”

with that said, he got up from the floor and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “i’ll be back,” that one small action of his is why you trust him, how you know that he is the right guy to be fuck buddies with.

he can be rough during sex, there’s no doubt in that, but you had experienced gentle sex too with him. roughness isn’t always necessary to get rid of the sexual frustration, and maybe, maybeeeee, you like it more when he’s gentle with you.

you like it more when his body is pressed against yours, slowly moving with the rhythm of his deep thrusts, you love it when he goes to hold your hand, either above your head or next to you, it doesn’t matter. you love it when he stares in your eyes with every thrust. unlike during rough sex, when his eyes are either closed or focused on your tits.

soon he comes back, a pack of condom with him, some tissues and a towel. “what’s the towel for?” you ask, he never brought one before. he smiled at that and when he got to you, he plopped down on the couch. “just in case.” he shrugged but you felt suspicious, he was up to something.

he put everything aside and leaned in, crashing his lips on yours once again. “how do you want it?” he asked when he pulled away, but he still managed to give a soft peck on your nose.

you frowned because he usually wasn’t like this, wasn’t so affectionate. sure, in other ways he was, especially after sex. he always takes care of you, but he never just pecks you in random places and asks how you want it.

“however you want me.” you shrugged. “you’re up to something, you’re suspicious.” you narrowed your eyes at him and he grinned. “suspicious?” he asked as he started to unbutton your blouse. you hummed and leaned back, letting him do it.

“i’m not suspicious.” he said and kissed the skin just above your breasts, he pulled the clothing off your shoulders when he finished with all the buttons, leaving you in your bra.

“you’re very detailed tonight, aren’t you?” you sighed and reached behind, undoing your bra with a smooth move. “detailed?” he frowned and reached to his belt, unbuckling it.

you hummed and reached to unzip his jeans, with a lift of his hips you pulled it down, his dick begging to be freed from his white underwear. you could feel yourself throb by just the thought of having sex with him again, when in fact you just did it yesterday too.

“it don’t bite.” jungkook chuckled when he saw you were just staring, god, almost drooling at this point. you rolled your eyes, holding the hem of the underwear. you pulled it off, his dick sprang free.

you could let anyone call you stupid, you don’t care but for sure you know that jungkook’s dick is pretty. of course it would be, that whole man is a god. he sighed in pleasure when you wrapped your fingers around him, his head thrown back.

you started off slowly, stroking him with smooth, unrushed moves as you watched his face. his eyes closed, mouth open and eyebrows knitted together. soon you picked up your pace, earning low groans and sometimes even moans from him.

you started to kiss his neck, nibbling on his soft skin. he cursed, it was his favorite when you kissed his body. his breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

“shit, ___.” he uttered a low groan, “don’t stop, oh- please..” you hummed at his begging, jerking him off as fast as you could. he was close, you know well enough to see when he has an orgasm.

you see the way his thighs occasionally stiff, his grip on the pillow that reached his hand first is tight. and then you see his eyes staring down at you, sometimes rolling back and closing, then opening them again. you see how his mouth is agape, his low groans turning into soft moans and cries, his brows crashed together on his forehead.

he was just straight up mesmerizing. sometimes you felt like the luckiest woman on earth that you could capture him in this state. which he was in because of you, nobody else.

“please plea-“ his voice cracked, ending it with a louder moan as he reached his orgasm, spilling his white juice on your hand. you didn’t stop there, you slowed down your pace, but you just couldn’t stop.

he hissed when he started to feel sensitive, bringing his head straight back up from the backrest to look at you. “___, don’t,” he whined. you cupped his chin, pressing a soft, feather-light kiss on his rosy lips.

he lazily responded to it, barely moving his lips. he brought his hand on yours, stopping you from jerking him. you pulled away, “just give me a second, babe,” his voice came out hoarse, your heart skipped a beat and your pussy throbbed by the nickname.

he licked his lips, clearing his voice. “you still with me?” you smiled, your hand reaching to his hair, gently pulling a few strands of them. he scoffed and fixed his posture, his hand grabbing your thigh.

“you gotta do more than just a handjob to lose me.”

“more? i can do more.” you mumbled, your face already in his neck, kissing his skin once again.

“i know you can,” his hand went from your thigh to your hip, helping you straddle his lap. you both moved naturally, riding him is definitely in your top 3 positions.

you quickly handed him a condom from the box which he put on in a second and just like every time, your arms went around his neck, grabbing onto his shoulder while he hugged your body close to his with one of his arms, the other hand holding his cock, he carefully entered, stretching you good like he always does.

he sighed in content, enjoying your warm walls clenching around him. you hummed, letting yourself down completely on him, only to go back up, then to smash back down.

his hands grabbed your ass while you did that, helping you keep the steady rhythm. his head was now thrown back once again, you watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed, his mouth fell open.

you kissed his neck again, wherever you could reach. for some reason, it was your favorite spot to kiss, under his jaw, behind and under his ear, just right above his collarbone, you loved it.

oh how much he loved it too, your kisses were always wet but never to the point to leave his skin covered in saliva. you were always so gentle with him, maybe that’s what he loved the most.

he had been with a few girls before who would stupidly and harshly just bite down on his skin, leaving ugly marks all over his neck and shoulders, but with you, never. it could be to just avoid any attention by giving him hickies, or it could be because you found it too intimate, too romantic.

whatever the reason was, he knew he sometimes wished, maybe even prayed that this time you would mark him, even if it’s the smallest spot on his skin. of course, he would never tell you to do that, though. marking really does feel too intimate, and he was afraid he would cross a line with you.

he realized what he was missing out on, so he held his head up, looking at you move. your breasts moved just enough to catch his eyes. his fingers dug in your asscheeks as your own hands explored his body, from caressing his chest, then slightly brushing your fingers over his nipples, down to his ribs, and to his abs.

he felt you slowing down, “s’okay, take a break,” he whispered and you did so, stopping your movements. your chest was rising rapidly, sweat forming on both of your foreheads.

he softly pecked your cheek, lifting you up by your ass just enough so he can start pushing upwards into you. he didn’t rush anything, going slowly at a comfortable pace. “you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.

you sighed, giving him a nod but he shook his head. “words,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your skin just above your breasts.

“i’m okay,”

he groaned when you clenched around him, he felt himself slowly slipping down on the couch with each thrust he made, so he held you tightly, switching positions.

he made you lay down on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist without slipping out of you. he picked up a slow pace at first, his hands roaming around your body, mostly your sides.

you held his hand, “stop,” you whined, your sides are hella ticklish. “hm? what? can’t handle a little caressing?” he teased, moving his hand so slightly over your skin you got goosebumps.

you tried to push his hand away but you failed, his touches made you giggle and he smiled, glad he could still have moments like this with you in the middle of literally fucking.

all of that stopped when he suddenly smashed himself deep into you, a little harder than he did before. you couldn’t help but to moan, he straightened his posture and he spread your legs, holding your knees.

just like when you were riding him, your breasts bounced again, drawing the attention on them. he picked up the speed of his thrusts, sweat dropping from his forehead, down to his chest where it slowly dripped down his body.

“so a nurse, huh?” he suddenly said, referring to the conversation you had at the dinner. “would love to fuck this pussy in a nursing costume.” a low moan left his mouth when you clenched around him, “ya like that?” he laughed. “you want it too, yeah?”

“shut up- oh my!” your mouth fell agape in pleasure when you felt a finger pressing down on your clit, moving in every way possible. up and down, side to side, making circles. he wasn’t too rough, he knew it was one of your most sensitive parts of your body.

the top of his thighs slapped against the back of yours with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping on each other got mixed with the noise of your wet folds taking his dick, the couch slightly creaking along with heavy breathing and occasional quiet moans, whines.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, the familiar feeling already in your stomach. you felt like you were going to explode, your eyes shut tightly as you bite down on your lip, your body ready to let go.

after a few more of his thrusts you let go, but oh! turns out it wasn’t just your usual orgasm, no, you squirted under him. he pulled out, watching your body shake and then slowly relax. “fuck,” you breathed heavily, you could have sworn you saw stars.

“did i s-“

“yes. you squirted.” he said, like that was something casual. you thought it was over, that he was done but then he did the unexpected, he pushed back in. “just a little- longer,” his words came out in gasps, pounding into you to reach his own climax too.

you whined, you felt extremely sensitive and it was slowly turning to be the opposite of pleasure, “i know, just a little more,” his voice was soft, he knew it was too much but he needed that orgasm.

then, his thrusts suddenly stopped, staying still inside you as he filled the condom, a low groan leaving his lips. he licked them, feeling like his mouth just turned drier than a desert. he pulled out and leaned down to peck your lips, “you did good,” he whispered.

you hummed, your fingers already touching your core, the wetness surprising you. “dang..” you both chuckled, you sat up and looked down, feeling uncomfortable. there was a wet spot on the towel under you, “you bitch, that’s why you needed the towel.” you shook your head in disbelief, “scared i’ll stain your sofa?”

he smiled and tilted his head, resting his ass on his heels. “actually, yes. you know it was expensive.”

“then, maybe you shouldn’t fuck me on it?”

he chuckled, “maybe, but i don’t care. you’re worth it all.”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT: the ST boys know iv is crushing on reader HARD but he just cannot get his shit up to confess his feelings so they help him out?

Iddy biddy crush

“Come on man”, ii grunts, rubbing his temples. They had been at it for days if not weeks. Trying to make Ivy take the first step in actually approaching you. “No, it’s stupid”, he shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Girls love flowers, order her that dang lunch and go spend the break with her”, iii sighed. Already scrolling through available delivery options. They knew that Ivy was scared. Life and love life especially haven’t been the best since the last ex. He had closed himself off and till you walked in, till then his eyes never truly showed any interest. So when they all caught the glisten in his blue eyes as he watched you, they knew something had to be done.

“It will look stupid”, Ivy scrunched his nose up making the rest of the band let out a sigh. “You look stupid following her like a puppy but not saying a word”, Vessel pointed out. “I…”, Ivy started but his voice quickly died. He had been trying to speak and spend time with you but he always felt as if he looked like an idiot even if all you did was smile at him. “I, I… you like her she likes you make a move or someone else might”, ii grunted, making Ivy raise an eyebrow, “Who would”, “I don’t know your sound tech sure looked interested”, ii shrugged and that was enough to light a fire within ivy, “Fuck off”, he grumbled, “and give me that”, he snatched the phone out of iii’s hands, putting in your favorite order.

“Yn”, he said softly knocking on your sound booth after hyping himself up for the past ten minutes. “Oh my gosh…”, you gasped, pulling the headphones off your head, “what’s all this…” and here it was that smile that had Ivy weak in his knees. “Just thought I would… you’ve been working a lot thought a little lunch break would do you good”, he rambled feeling his cheeks going pink.

“You got me food and flowers?”, you asked in disbelief almost and the look on your face made him worry ever so slightly. “Yeah..?”, ivy trailed off. “You are the sweetest”, you sighed, standing up to wrap your arms around his torso. And now he wished he had set it all down so he could wrap you up in his arms. “Go eat, it will get cold”, he nudged you slightly. “Join me”, you said immediately, pulling back from his chest slightly. “Nah, you have…”, “I insist, plus it looks like you got so much food. Have lunch with me”, you pointed out, taking the bag out of his hands. “If you want to” Ivy ran a hand through his hair. “I would love to”, you smiled, reaching for his hand, “you got my favorite?!”, you did a happy dance as you pulled the boxes out making Ivy let out a light chuckle, “I pay attention”, a smug smile painted his lips as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek both falling into an easy conversation.

#sleep token imagine #sleep token x you #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token x reader #sleep token iv imagine #sleep token iv x reader #sleep token iv x you #sleep token iv fanfiction

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sadhours · 3 months ago

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kinktober day five • foot fetish

aka: walking on sunshine

steve harrington x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

(this is incredibly self indulgent, don’t judge me, I’m sorry)

cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, foot fetish, toe stuff, masturbation, cum play

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

“Are your feet ticklish?” you ask from the end of the bed.

Steve’s laid out on his stomach, blanket covering his nude body with his feet sticking out at the end. You’ve been up for a couple hours but your boyfriend is stubborn— and hungover. It’s after one in the afternoon, you’ve tried goading him out of bed to no avail. He did take the Advil and drank the whole glass of water you gave him. And he’s not asleep anymore. So it’s a win.

“Aren’t everyone’s?” he mumbles from the pillow, voice all lazy.

You purse your lips and shake your head as you reach forward and wrap your fingers around his skinny ankle.

“No, depends on how you touch ‘em.”

“Oh,” is all he says.

You move your palm over his heel, firm and not too light, “See? That tickle?”

“No,” he exhales, “Feels kinda nice.”

“Want a foot massage?” you ask, voice dripping in hopefulness— downright excitement.

“Sure,” he giggles softly, adjusting his head on the pillow to get more comfortable.

You get to work, pressing the pads of your thumbs into the arch of his foot and dragging them down and then back up. He hums, a good sound. You rub your other fingers firmly against the top of his foot. Then you get the guts to finally admit it.

“You have really nice feet.”

He laughs, loud. Not condescending, just surprised.

“They’re feet.”

“Pretty ones,” you say in huff, massaging them a little harder.

Steve giggles, lifts his head to look back at you, “You got a thing for feet?”

His cheeks are pink, and you’re sure yours are as well when you reply, “A thing for yours, maybe.”

“Oh, yeah?” he wiggles his toes, “This getting you going?”

You squeeze his foot in your hand and glare at him, “Don’t make me tickle you.”

Steve smiles, “You didn’t answer.”

“If I’m wet, well then that’s my business, isn’t it?” you offer as you press harder into the arch of his foot.

A moan escapes his lips, and then he clears his throat before replying, “It’s my business if it’s my feet getting you wet.”

You keep rubbing them, “Congratulations. Another thing about you turns me on.”

“And I don’t even have to try,” he says with a smug smirk.

You graze your fingernails down the arch of his foot and he shrieks and sits up, looking at you with eyes full of offense. You meet them with your own smugness now.

“That was mean,” he pouts.

“You were being too cocky. I gotta humble you,” you insist with a smile. “But I’m sorry. I won’t tickle you again.”

Steve looks at you hesitantly, then kicks his foot out and folds his arms, “You better not.”

He’s sat up against the pillows now, and you scoot up closer before wrapping your hands around his foot again. Massaging him like you were before. He hums, satisfied as he watches your hands work.

“I kinda get it,” he whispers after a beat. “You have pretty feet, too.”

“Yeah?” you giggle. “Maybe next time you can rub mine then.”

“Maybe,” he exhales, eyes closing softly.

That’s when you feel a bit more bold, leaning down and kissing the bottom of his foot. Steve’s eyes fly open but he makes no protest. Watches you intently as you lick across it, making sure to press firmly. Before you know it, you’re sucking on Steve’s toes and he’s moaning.

You feel electric all over, a little shocked he hasn’t told you to knock it off but he actually seems to be into this. Looks at you with these big, beautiful brown eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth. The blanket is bunched up over his crotch, but he presses his palm over it. Makes you feel even bolder.

“Can I try something?” you ask, face a million shades of crimson.

Steve nods slowly, without breaking eye contact. You prop up on your knees just to push your shorts and underwear down. After kicking them off, you settle back down. Legs spread with Steve’s foot dangerously close to your core. You don't even have to ask or make the move. Steve extends his foot down, pressing his toes to your exposed pussy and you whine out, eyebrows knit.

His face looks as aroused as you feel. He pushes his toes through your folds, feeling how wet you are and he exhales shakily.

“This is surprisingly, very, very, fucking hot,” he tells you.

You nod enthusiastically back, eyes bouncing from where his toes are stimulating your clit back up to his pretty face. Though, it’s not surprising. This is something you’ve fantasized about before and the fact that Steve’s just as turned on about it makes it a million times better. You shuck off your tank top so you can cup your breasts, bringing your fingers down to graze against your perked nipple. Your hips have a mind of their own and wiggle into the pleasurable touch of Steve’s toes.

“Fuck, Steve,” you whine out, feeling your whole chest and stomach tightening, “I love it so much, oh my god.”

“Me, too… I,” he groans and pushes the blanket off his lap, exposing his achingly hard cock. It springs up and he’s quick to wrap his fingers around the base. Then, like he thinks about it for a second, pulls his hand off and brings it to his lips. Steve spits in his palm before returning his hand to his cock, spreading his saliva all over it. Now you really don’t know where to look.

You scoot closer, needing him to apply firmer pressure as your body is taken over by desperation. Your apparent neediness makes Steve work his cock faster, smushing his toes against your cunt as he watches you in absolute adoration. You wonder if this is the kinkiest thing Steve’s done because it most definitely tops your list.

“Jesus Christ,” he spits out, mouth hung open as he watches his toes rubbing against your clit.

You moan, playing with your tits as you rock back and forth. Your orgasm is in reach, giving you tiny little samples every few seconds. Has you breathing heavily, high pitched whines flowing out of you. Steve groans, “I— fuck. I wanna…”

But he doesn’t finish.

“Tell me. What do you want, baby?”

“Wanna cum on your pussy and rub it all over with my toes,” he babbles, squeezing the tip of his cock.

“Holy fuck,” you groan, “Please, please, please.”

Steve pulls away, gets on his knees and moves over to you. You lay back, fingers spreading your pussy open for him as you wait eagerly. Steve pants, hard and fast as he works his fist over his cock in the same fashion. Points his cock down at your cunt just as he cums, coating your pretty folds in his hot, thick cum. You gasp just as he moans, eyes meeting in this special moment.

God, Steve’s perfect, you think as he milks every drop out of his cock before he lays back in his previous position. Pressing his toes to your pussy, spreading his cum up and down through your folds. It’s all slippery and warm and delicious. You whine, eyebrows knit as your climax builds faster and faster the more he rubs against your clit. And it hits you. Hard and fast, you’re seeing white and you down notice you reach forward and grab hold of his ankle to keep his foot still while you writhe against it.

“Oh, yeah,” he pants, “that’s it, baby… fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Stevie,” you whine out, head all foggy as you float down from the high.

You lay down on your side, trying to catch your breath and Steve’s next to you in a heartbeat. Puts his large hand on your hip and kisses your lips all soft and gentle. You wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer as you kiss him back, deeper. The pair of you lay like that for a while, just making out before Steve pulls back. Looks at you with goddamn stars in his eyes.

“Shower?”

You giggle, nodding slowly, “Shower then laundry. Then maybe I can make you some food.”

“Think we both need it,” he mumbles behind a smile.

“Absolutely,” you peck his lips.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington x fem

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burnt-kloverfield · 3 months ago

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Just saw Heretic, the one with Hugh Grant and Sophie Thatcher and Chloe East, about the Mormon Missionaries.

It's definitely a scary movie. It tried to be mind bending and twisty, and it was, but not in the way it was trying to be. I'm just jazzed that there's a horror movie with Mormons.

It's definitely not a Mormon Horror Movie, just only slightly closer to a Horror Movie about Mormons. I did really enjoy this movie, but it was clear that it wasn't made by Mormons. Like there's a certain flavor of behavior that mormons have that the missionaries just didn't have.

Like I'm Mormon. I was a sister missionary. I was a dang good sister missionary. These missionary characters only vaguely resembled the sister missionaries I served with. Like, they've got the cardigan down. But otherwise?

I literally leaned over to my brother in the theater and went "these are really bad missionaries." Like they didn't actually even open the Book of Mormon. They didn't read a scripture. They didn't even start with a prayer. These gals had horrible conversation skills and absolutely did not teach anything. They came in totally unprepared.

Hugh Grant is perfect and phenomenal in this, and I have met so many people saying the exact same things he has. Countless people with his talking points. (At least until we get to the legit scary parts of him. That was actually scary.)(no spoilers because holy crap)

The last part of the movie felt rushed, and like something was missing, like they cut out scenes or something, but the ending was nice and a relief. Good ending.

It was a good movie. The thing was that the details that it missed were in the cultural aspect of how Mormon missionaries(and mormons in general) actually act. Like you wouldn't know unless it was your culture or religion, you know? Like, they didn't even have a Book of Mormon in hand to give him. Sister Paxton just had her one she had all marked up and sticky noted in her bag(she didn't even have her quad with her?). And the one elder that came looking for them? Where was his companion? There are few things that a missionary gets sent home for and leaving your companion is a big one.

I do appreciate the direction they took with Sister Barnes, of her being smart and logical and sincere and tragic backstory. Very perfect set up and good foil for Sister Paxton who was born and raised mormon in Ogden Utah with 8 siblings. And honestly, I am glad that she got to be smart, too.

But it was very clear that the actress didn't know how mormon behaved or acted. She didn't pray like a mormon. Any born and raised utah mormon is going to fold her arms over her chest and bow her head and start her prayer with Dear Heavenly Father. But Chloe East instead clasped her hands. I rarely ever see Mormons clasp their hands if they're not on their knees at the side of their bed.

Like, it's not like it's a sin to pray that way, it's just that there's a way people who were born and raised a utah Mormon move and act and speak. And this wasn't it. And I could tell and it was distracting.

Like Hugh Grant spoke more like a Mormon than the sister missionaries did. He got the wording and the phrasing and cadence right for certain things. Especially the little Morony vs Moroni mispronunciation thing.

It's just interesting how clear it is to tell when someone isn't actually a part of the culture just from mannerisms.

Sorry for the long post but dang, this movie was good, and could have been so much better, but how do you convey that there's a certain way that utah mormons hold themselves.

#heretic #heretic 2024 #and yes I know it's the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints #mormon #i know that we're counseled to use the full name of the church #but this is about cultural Mormonism just as much as it is about how bad these missionaries for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day #they were bad missionaries okay #like they were bad at teaching and bad at following the spirit #this could have been a phenomenal movie #and it was off the mark #scary but off the mark

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 2 years ago

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Call It What You Want (Superstar Chapter 2)

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Sequel to Superstar where the Reader and Roy Kent have their first date.

Roy Kent x Reader

5.7k words

Warnings: language (because Roy Kent), adults drinking adult drinks

Note: We’re in a parallel universe where Roy & Keeley never date and Keeley is in a healthy relationship with Jamie. Also, this came out a bit longer than I expected but dang it was fun to write!

The tension came to a head during lunch that Friday, our office door closed as we both sat at my desk, eating falafel out of the foil containers Roy had smuggled in past Ted and Beard. As I took a bite, I snuck a glance at Roy, who was gazing at the orange sticky note he’d stuck above my computer the day before:

It had been a week since Roy Kent had discovered the shrine to himself in my childhood bedroom. The following days had been sprinkled with autographs left on any papers that didn’t look too important, teasing pleas for no pictures during work hours, and one particularly mocking offer to save his beard trimmings the next time he shaved. But it was also filled with lingering stares in the hall, chocolate muffins left on my desk each morning, lunches shared in our tiny office, and the occasional smile and wink on the pitch when no one else was looking. A few times, Roy even brushed his fingers against mine when we squeezed by each other in doorways. With each small touch or moment of longing eye contact, I felt myself wondering how long it would take for one of us to break.

To my biggest fan

XOXO Roy Kent

“When’s your mum’s birthday?”

God, would I ever get used to his out of nowhere questions? “Why, d’you want to crash her birthday dinner too?”

A snort flew out of his nose as he turned his attention back to his lunch. “No. Just wanted to make sure you’re not busy tonight before I ask you out.”

Look up the signs of a heart attack when you get home, you might be having one. “Oh, really?” I tried to keep my breathing steady. “You think I’m the kind of girl who has no plans on a Friday night?”

Roy rolled his eyes and stuffed another bit of falafel into his mouth. “I think,” he said between bites, “you’re the kind of girl who’s gonna be really fucking annoying on our date tonight.” He paused to meet my gaze. “Unless you’ve already got plans with David Beckham? Or Lionel Messi?”

Another one of his recurring jokes that week was asking about my interest in other football players. I narrowed my eyes. “Unfortunately Becks was busy tonight,” I played along. “So, I guess I’m all yours.”

“I like the sound of that.”

A heat filled the air as Roy used his foot to roll my chair towards him, opening his knees slightly so I could come close to him. My knees hit the inside of his thighs and our noses practically touched; the back of my neck prickled. This was the closest contact we’d had since our kiss upstairs at my parents’ house. His eyes searched mine, thick eyebrows raised. My heart hammered as I leaned forward-

“Roy? Hey Roy?”

My chair was swiftly kicked back into place before Ted opened the office door, his head bent over his phone. We both quickly turned our attention back to our lunches, as if eating falafel took a lot of effort. By the time Ted looked up, Roy and I looked like we’d just been eating in silence- which was actually completely believable.

Ted’s face lit up when he saw me. “Oh, there you are. Was wondering where you’d gotten to.” He turned his attention to Roy, then paused when he saw the food in our hands. “Aw, you’re already eating.” He snapped his fingers. “I was gonna invite y’all go get some fish ‘n’ chips with me ‘n’ Beard.” He shrugged. “Well, enjoy your…” He studied the bowls a moment. “Meat? Whatever it is, looks tasty.” With an oblivious wave he turned on his heel and left, calling out for Coach Beard to follow him.

After a moment of listening to the sound of their receding footprints, followed by blessed silence, Roy finally looked back at me. “Well, he fucking ruined that moment. So, I’ll get you at seven?”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll text you my address.”

“No need.” Roy grinned. “Don’t forget, you’re an easy stalking target.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, amazed at how comfortable I had grown with Roy “he’s here, he’s there, he’s every fucking where” Kent over the past week. “I turned off my Snapchat location, thanks to you. So be nice or else no address.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Fine. Then you can just meet me at the restaurant, and we can miss out on the whole ‘you open the door and my jaw drops when I see you’ moment.”

We narrowed our eyes at each other for a moment before breaking out into matching grins.

“Pick you up at seven,” he repeated.

From the moment I got home from work until the moment I heard a knock on my door, my hands shook and my heart hammered. I was incredibly grateful that Roy had used the word “date” in our conversation that afternoon; if he hadn’t, I probably would have spent hours agonizing over what the evening ahead meant. Even with the confirmation that this was indeed a date, I was a mess as I agonized over the perfect outfit and fought with my hair, desperate to look special compared with what Roy saw each day at work. When the sound of knocking reached my ears at 6:59, the tremble in my hands spread to my whole body.

Relax. You know he likes you. He wouldn’t have kissed you and asked you out and tried to kiss you again if he didn’t.

An involuntary gulp escaped when I opened the door and saw Roy standing in front of me. He looked really good in his fitted black slacks and black button-down shirt. He looked even better when he smiled at me, his brown eyes traveling down my frame slowly.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyebrows raised. “You look great. Really fucking great.” He held his hand out to me, his eyes sparkling. “Are you ready then?”

We walked out to his car, neither of us saying a word. When we got to the car, he opened the door and helped me in before climbing in on his side. I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat.

“So, what’s the plan, Kent?”

“Figured we’d go sit in our office and eat takeaway,” he answered as he started the car. “Y’know, same shit we do every day.”

“Romantic,” I snarked.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, he took my hand, interlocking our fingers. “Fine, nix that plan then. How about drinks and then a late dinner? Just no fucking work talk please.”

I stared at our hands, wondering if he could feel my pounding pulse through my fingertips. “Sounds great,” I agreed, giving his hand a squeeze.

It was a somewhat quiet drive, but a comfortable one. I’d turned on the radio to some pop station, and Roy drummed out the beat with his fingers, tapping the back of my hand rhythmically. With his attention on the road, I allowed myself the opportunity to unabashedly stare at him. He was still Roy Kent: grizzled, dark, something of a brooding aura surrounding him. But he looked different that he normally did in the office, more like he had that evening at my parents’ house. His shoulders were relaxed against the driver’s seat, and his mouth was curved ever-so-slightly upwards, a shadow of a smile. As if he could feel the heat of my gaze, his eyes shifted off the road and towards me, causing his mouth to curve even further upwards.

“Admiring something?” he asked, clearly amused.

A bit embarrassed to be caught staring, I turned my eyes back to the road. “Just… taking in the sights.”

“The sights,” he repeated, nodding his head. “I’d say to take a picture since it’ll last longer, but I think you’ve got enough fucking pictures hanging at your mum’s house, wouldn’t you agree?”

My embarrassment deepened. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

Roy gave my hand a squeeze. “Nope. Only because I like seeing you blush so much.”

We finally arrived at the pub, with me refusing to look at Roy’s smug face for the rest of the car ride. He quickly got out of the car and jogged to my side, opening my door, and holding my hand to help me down.

“D’you really need such a massive car?” I teased as his hand settled in the small of my back.

A playful huff came out of Roy’s mouth. “Oi, don’t make fun of a man’s car. Otherwise, you’ll be walking home.”

“Aww, but how will you walk me to my door and kiss me at the end of the night?” I asked with a pretend pout, crossing my arms to give the full bratty effect.

Roy gave a hearty chuckle as we entered the dark pub. “You’re a presumptuous thing, you think you’re getting a kiss on the first date?”

I rolled my eyes as Roy guided me to a secluded corner booth, letting me slide in before following me into the seat. “Oh, I’m sorry, can you only kiss a girl when you’re surrounded pictures by yourself? Because I stopped carrying your photo in my wallet ages ago. Might still have a couple saved on my mobile though, would you like me to check?”

Roy stared at me hard for a moment, his dark eyes practically drilling holes into my brain. “You talk way too fucking much, anyone ever tell you that?”

Before I could come up with some clever response, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I could only squeak weakly in response as my eyes fluttered closed. This kiss was a bit rougher than the one we’d shared a week ago, with my lips parting to mirror Roy’s own slightly open mouth. It ended entirely too soon, with Roy smirking at me.

“That ought to shut you up for a fucking minute,” he chuckled as an older woman in an apron approached, a knowing smile on her face.

“How’re you Roy?” the woman asked casually, although her eyes were on me.

Roy grunted in response, suddenly reverting to his usual monosyllabic self. “Fine. Usual, please.”

The woman hummed and raised her eyebrows at me. “And you sweetheart?”

I quickly ordered my drink, offering up a couple of pleases and thank yous. With drink orders out of the way, I finally let myself look around the pub. It was dimly lit, with a couple televisions above the bar. There was a mostly older crowd, with most other customers having at least a decade on my parents. There were darts on a far wall and a foosball table near another wall. A jukebox in one corner played a Vann Morrison song that I vaguely recognized. The place was a far cry from the loud, crowded, sweaty clubs my mates usually tried to drag me to. If I had to pick between the two, I’d take this pub any day of the week- especially with Roy Kent by my side.

When I turned my attention back to Roy, he was already staring at me, his mouth in a straight line for the first time all night. “Is this alright?” he asked bluntly. “You weren’t expecting champagne and caviar, were you?”

Behind the hard expression on his face, I could see anxiety in his eyes. My mind wandered to the women I’d seen him with in magazines and online… models, influencers, a couple B-list actresses, none sticking around for more than a couple months. I’d even read one blog post about a woman who stole his watch before ending the relationship. It dawned on me that most of the women he dated would probably not be okay with a place like this. Despite the almost-scowl on Roy’s face, I felt myself melt at the realization that he was nervous about what I thought of the place.

“I think,” I said after a moment, “that this place is great.” I laid my hand on his, feeling him relax instantly beneath my touch. “You must come here a lot if you have a usual?”

“Couple of times a month,” he admitted, his facial expression softening. “The old geezers know who I am, but they leave me alone for the most part, sometimes give me shit about Richmond when the team fucks up. Never have to worry about them posting pictures of me on Twitter or some shit. And the barkeep, Rose, she doesn’t always tally up all my beers correctly and undercharges me all the fuckin’ time.” His smile returned. “So at Christmas I like to clear a tab or two, to make up for the free shit I get.” He nodded to himself. “It’s nice to just come here and have a beer, not have to worry about being Roy Kent, y’know?” He squinted at me for a moment. “Alright, now you kiss me, because I’m talking way too fucking much.”

I laughed as the older woman- Rose- returned with our drinks. She smiled at me as she set down my glass. “He must like you,” she mused, her eyes darting to Roy. “Never brings his dates here. ’less you count that pretty-boy soccer player. Went on that bloody reality show. The one they sing that stupid shark song about?”

“Jamie Tartt?” I offered, eyebrows raised. I turned to Roy, whose eyes were practically behind his head. “Do I have competition? Because Jamie Tartt is definitely hotter than me.”

Roy dramatically threw his head back and let out a massive, growling sigh as Rose walked away, her chuckles echoing behind her. “Don’t ever call Tartt hot, I swear I’ll cut my ears off.”

“Relax, van Gogh,” I scoffed. “I won’t get jealous of Jamie if you don’t.”

“Hmmf.” Roy eyed me carefully, taking a sip of his beer. “Who’s hotter, me or Tartt?” he challenged. The tiny upturn at the corner of his mouth assured me that he was teasing.

“Definitely Jamie,” I deadpanned, taking a sip from my own glass. “I’m only here because he and Cristiano Ronaldo didn’t call me back.”

Roy shook his head and smiled, sliding his hand out from under mine and placing his on top. “Just so you know,” he murmured, leaning in close. “Ronaldo’s a fuckin’ prick.”

Before I could laugh, he pressed his lips to mine, mirroring the kiss from earlier, but gentler, slower now, full of affection. My eyes fluttered closed as I kissed him back, the little voice in my head unable to form a coherent sentence.

Roy Kent kissing me it’s Roy Kent he’s here he’s there he’s kissing me Roy Kent

“Fuck.” Roy gazed at his phone. “We were supposed to be at the restaurant a fucking hour ago.” He grimaced as his eyes met mine. “Had a reservation and everything.”

My fingers traced the rim of the glass in front of me as I shook my head. “Roy, it’s fine,” I laughed.

We had spent the last couple of hours- and rounds of drinks- cuddled in our booth, cracking jokes and sharing stories. Roy told me about his sister and his little niece and reluctantly explained his workout routine with Jamie Tartt, while I shared stories about my ridiculous brothers and gave a detailed ranking of Jane Austen’s leading men. The way his arm wrapped around the back of the booth and his hand grazed my shoulder made missing the reservation worth it.

Roy wrinkled his nose. “I should feed you,” he argued. “’d be a shit date if I didn’t.” He glanced at his phone again. “D’you like pizza?”

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting across from each other, sodas in front of us, Roy’s pensive expression tinted red by the neon glow advertising Fresh Pizza.

“Can I tell you somethin’?”

I nodded, sipping my Coke through a straw. “Hmm?”

“This is the most fun I’ve ever had on a date,” he murmured. “And the first time I feel like I’m with someone who’s interested in being with me, not just being seen out some fucking footballer.” He gave a small nod. “So, thanks. Really, thanks.”

Heat rose in my cheeks as his eyes bore into mine. “Honestly, Roy,” I breathed. “Sharing an office with you is the best part of my workday.”

A grin flashed on his face. “Oi, we said no work talk.”

“Oh, shove off,” I mumbled, giving him a soft kick under the table as a young man in a red polo shirt brought us our pizza. I grabbed a slice and began to nibble on it as the teen employee did a double take at Roy before going back behind the counter. “Take a compliment, Kent.”

“Compliment,” he repeated gruffly, grabbing his own slice. “Is that something I’ll have to get used to? Being complimented?”

I tilted my head and swallowed a bite. “What d’you mean?”

He shrugged and took a sip of his Coke. “Gotta know what dating you involves. Spoiler alert, after tomorrow’s game I’m going to ask you if you’d like to go out again sometime.” His eyes darted away. “Hope that’s alright,” he grumbled, that nervous look in his behind his expression again.

I gave another kick under the table, much gentler this time. “You better ask me out again,” I teased. “Because this is the best date I’ve had in a long time.”

“You must’ve been on some fucking shit dates,” he joked, his eyes meeting mine. “Guess I’ve got to make up for that.”

For a moment, we just sat there, smiling at each other under the buzz of the neon light, slices of pizza in our hands. If two months ago someone had told me I would be on a date with Roy Kent, sipping drinks in a small pub, eating pizza in a hole-in-the-wall shop, I would have never believed it. But there I was, unable to look away from the brown eyes I’d spent years dreaming about, making him laugh and smile. And honestly, having the best time I’d had in a while.

The sudden preoccupied look on Roy’s face brought me out of my dreamy bubble. “Oi, there is something we should talk about.” The air suddenly felt heavy.

“Hmm?” Good, stay cool, don’t act nervous.

He took a deep breath, exhaling with a tiny growl. “Don’t take this the wrong way- I feel like a fucking prick saying this out loud-” He groaned, shrugging in defeat. “Would you be okay with, I dunno, not telling anyone about this-” He gestured between us. “-just for a bit?” A grimace now completely covered his bearded face. “It’s not like I’m embarrassed, or like I want to date anyone else-”

“That’s a relief,” I teased. My cheeks turned warm seeing him so flustered; it was endearing. “I thought you were completely ashamed to be seen with me and wanted to see if you had a shot with Jamie Tartt.”

That smile finally returned. “Come on, I’m being fucking serious.” He reached across the table and grasped my free hand. “Look, I really like being with you. I feel less pissed off at work when you’re around. And I want to see you outside of our fucking office. But you’ve seen the muppets we work with. They’ll never leave us the fuck alone once they find out we’re seeing each other. And I’d like to be in, I dunno, a little fucking bubble or something for a bit. Just while we’re getting to know each other and seeing where this goes.” His thumb stroked my hand. “Is that okay?”

The earnestness in his eyes nearly stopped my heart. “Of course,” I assured him, nudging his foot with mine. “I like the idea of being in a bubble with you.”

It was nearly midnight when Roy walked me up to my flat, his arm wrapped around my waist. After pizza we had gone walking around aimlessly, neither of us quite willing to say goodnight to the other. But my gentle reminder to Roy that Richmond had a game the next day was enough for him to sigh dramatically and agree to call it a night.

We paused in front of my door, turning to face each other as I fiddled with my keys nervously. Despite all the hand holding and flirting and shared kisses, I still felt a flutter in my stomach when I saw the fondness in his eyes as he gazed down at me. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw such warmth aimed in my direction; the fact that it was Roy Kent was just a bonus.

“Think I could give you a ride to work tomorrow?” he asked softly, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

I grinned up at him. “What happened to keeping things quiet at work?”

He shrugged, his hand still lingering beside my face. “Do I sound like a fucking prat if I say I just can’t wait to see you again?”

“Just a little,” I teased, leaning my cheek into the palm of his hand, not caring that he could feel the warmth of my face. “But I like it. Pick me up at 10?”

“How about 9? I’ll buy you tea and a muffin.”

I laughed and pressed myself a smidge closer to him. “Bribery works wonders on me. I’m in.”

A small kiss landed on my forehead. “I love that you’re easily bought.” Another kiss on my cheek. “Guess I should let you head inside before some nosy fucking neighbor sees us.”

“We’d be trending on Twitter within the hour. Roy Kent and Random seen outside flat the night before Richmond game.”

“The fucking press’d definitely blame you if we lost tomorrow.” A kiss on my other cheek. “So, we better say goodnight.”

I nodded, not bothering to hide my smile. “Guess we should.”

His mouth found mine for the millionth time that night, assuring me that this would not be the last time he’d be walking me home. A wide smile filled his face when he finally pulled away. “Good night then.”

“Goodnight, Roy,” I answered, planting one last peck on his lips.

Roy’s car now felt familiar as we rode to the Dog Track. I leaned my chair into a comfortable position and fiddled with the radio until I found a station playing an hour of 90s hits. I ripped off a bit of the giant chocolate muffin that sat on my lap and tossed it into my mouth, reveling in the brief domestic bliss before we had to act professionally in front of everyone.

“Gimme a bite,” Roy mumbled, eyes on the road. I ripped of another piece and popped it into his open mouth. “Thanks,” was his muffled reply as we pulled into the still empty parking lot. “And thanks for riding here with me,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “It was nice.”

A smile crept across my face. “Thanks for offering,” I answered. “We should probably head on in, I’ve got some things to do in the office before everyone comes in.”

The halls were eerily quiet, only a few cleaning crew milling about, offering nods and soft “good mornings”. I flipped on the lights in the changing room and coaching offices, quickly setting to work as Roy leaned on Beard’s desk, watching me with that thoughtful look on his face.

I started my Game Day routine: leaving our report on the opposing team neatly on Ted’s desk, right next to the playbook that I pulled off his bookshelf, updating the league standings on the whiteboard next to Beard’s desk, noting the possible rank changes based on game outcomes, setting up the coffee maker to their specifications so all they had to do was hit the Start button when they walked into the office. Between tasks I paused for the newest addition to my routine: stealing kisses from Roy, taking full advantage of the empty building.

He followed me into our office so I could organize my things; Game Day had quickly become my favorite part of my job. During games, I would stand by the coaches with my tablet, keeping track of different statistics: goals, passes, saves, anything and everything the coaches could analyze later to improve their plans. Ted kept repeating something about me “putting the Excel in excellent” when I first presented my detailed spreadsheet to the coaches, so I knew this was valuable data to them. It was the part of my job I took most seriously.

And I loved that it allowed me to be on the sidelines with Roy all game long.

“Are you going to be able to focus out there today?” Roy teased softly, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me.

“Are you?” I shot back, leaning into him as I tapped away on my tablet, setting up my new spreadsheet. “I’m working, all you’ve been doing is staring at me.”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Trust me, as soon as those pricks show up, I’ll be my usual grumpy self.”

As if on cue, the sound of Coach Lasso’s voice echoed from down the hall. Roy immediately released me and threw himself into his chair, planting his feet on his desk and pulling out his cell phone; to anyone who just happened in, it looked as though he had been completely ignoring my existence, rather than holding me close. I shook my head and grinned to myself as Ted and Beard entered their office.

“Mornin’!” Ted called, poking his head through our shared door. “Look at you early birds. Y’all are just a couple of peas in a pod.” He pointed at me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Thanks again for figuring out the Keurig. You’re a k-cup K-Pop star.”

I smiled and nodded, still unsure about what to do when the man complimented me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Roy smirking behind his phone.

Ted noticed too. “You’re looking downright chipper this morning, Roy. Anything special you wanna share with the class?”

Roy’s smirk faded, his eyes still on his phone. “No.”

“No worries, I’m just happy you’re happy.” Ted was completely unphased; the guy was truly remarkable. He turned back to me. “Say, could I bother you to run some papers up to Rebecca’s office? Get some steps in before we head to the field.”

“Sure,” I agreed, setting down my tablet. “And it’s ‘pitch’, Coach.”

Ted nodded. “Right, right. ‘Pitch’.”

After a few more Lasso-isms, I was on my up to Rebecca’s office, carrying a folder filled with papers. I had shot Roy a wink before I left our office and was awarded the smallest of smiles, which was enough to make me practically skip down the hall, past the players making their way to the changing room. I smiled and waved at each of them, feeling excited to have a small role in this special team.

“Come in,” Rebecca called when I knocked on her door. She and Keeley Jones were sitting on her couch, Keeley adorable as ever in pigtails and a fluffy sweater, Rebecca the picture of class in her dress and heels. The women smiled and waved me in.

“Hey!” Keeley called, jumping up to give me a small hug. “How’re you doing? I tried to call you last night, but you didn’t pick up.” Within two days of me starting work at Richmond, Keeley had decided that we were meant to be friends, an offer I was more than happy to accept. She pouted at me playfully. “Were you out getting some?”

My ears burned. “Yeah, right,” I scoffed. “My phone’s been acting up lately, sorry about that.” I reached around to hand Rebecca the folder. “From Ted,” I told her, trying desperately to avoid the topic Keeley had brought up.

Rebecca opened the folder and glanced at it. “Shit, I should look at this,” she muttered to herself. She nodded towards Keeley. “Why don’t you head to our seats to watch warm up? Just don’t wolf-whistle at the boys too much, hmm? Save some for the game.”

Keeley gave a salute to Rebecca and linked her arm with mine. “Shall we?”

We strolled down the hall, Keeley talking a mile a minute about the party she had tried to invite me to the night before. “There were lots of real fit guys there,” she gushed, knocking her hip into mine. “Some of them were even worth talking to. Come on, what’s your type? I need to know what to look out for.”

I cleared my throat. “I don’t really have a-”

“Oi. You forgot this.”

Roy appeared out of nowhere, holding up my tablet, its case covered in Richmond stickers I’d bought the day I had gotten this job. My cheeks were warm as I accepted it, careful not to touch his hand. I could feel Keeley eyeing me curiously.

“Thanks,” I murmured, avoiding Roy’s eyes; I knew that any contact would tempt me to kiss the man.

He seemed to understand completely. “Keeley,” he greeted, giving a short nod to the blonde. He nodded to me now. “See you out there.” He turned and walked towards the doors that led to the pitch.

Once he turned the corner and was out of view, Keeley squealed and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Fuck, you should ask out Roy!”

My eyes widened. “What?”

She nodded, her pigtails bouncing. “Come on. He’s fit, he has a good job, and if anyone ever messed with you, they’d never find the body.” She wiggled my shoulders, waggling her eyebrows. “And the man looks good shirtless,” she added.

As if there wasn’t a shirtless picture of him tapped inside the closet of my old bedroom. I made a quick mental note to take it down and hide it- maybe burn it- before the next time he came over. Surely, he’d be coming over to my parents’ place again sometime? Maybe not anytime soon, but eventually, right?

Whoa there, relax. Don’t get so ahead of yourself.

“Come off it, Keels,” I scoffed. “I’m not asking out Roy Kent.” Well, you’re not lying. He asked you out, after all. “We work together. We share an office for God’s sake. And besides, he’s Roy fucking Kent.” I laughed and shook my head, trying to be really convincing. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m not his usual type.”

A smile spread across Keeley’s face. “Well, all I know is that last time he and Jamie were working out, he told Jamie he was sick of dating just to date. He’s sick of models and shit. He told Jamie he wanted something real.” She shrugged. “I dunno. You seem like the kind of girl who could be something real.”

I did my best to hide the pleasure on my face as Keeley confirmed what Roy had told me last night. Instead, I cleared my throat and turned my attention to my tablet. “Well, good for Roy. But I should be going, I’ve got to get to the pitch.”

“Yeah, gotta go stand next to Roy for the next few hours.” Keeley winked at me. “Don’t think I don’t notice the blush on your face whenever he’s around. You’re not as clever as you think. I’ll get you two together eventually.”

Little does she know, the little voice in my head chucked. “Sure, Keeley,” I humored. “I’ll see you later.” I planted a kiss on her cheek, reminding myself to try to match the affection she brought to a friendship, and waved as I walked away in the direction Roy had disappeared in.

I should have been more surprised when I turned a corner and found him leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone. He smirked when he saw me.

“Did you wait to me?” I asked, not bothering to hide the smile on my face.

He shrugged, tucking his phone into his pocket. “Maybe.”

“Very sweet of you,” I hummed, shoving his shoulder with mine as he fell into step beside me. “But you should probably be a little bit less obvious at work. Keeley was just telling me about her new goal.”

“And what would that be?”

“To play matchmaker for us,” I answered casually. “Which means our chemistry is obvious.”

Roy let out a scoff of a laugh just before we reached the pitch entrance. “Let her try. I’d kind of love to see what kind of scheme she cooks up.” He sobered up as we walked onto the green, where the Greyhounds were beginning their warmup. From the stands closet to the pitch, I could already hear Keeley whooping and hollering. She’d definitely have something to say about seeing me and Roy walking to the dugout together, but I’d come up with my excuses later.

I took my position between Ted and Beard, showing them the stats from our previous match and reminding them about the adjustments they’d discussed based on it. Ted said something about me being just like Q from James Bond, a reference I actually understood. I smiled at the praise and took a seat, not needing to do much now until the match started. Instead, I took advantage of the cover around the dugout to brazenly stare at Roy, grinning to myself every time he yelled “Whistle!” at the top of his lungs.

As if he could feel my gaze, he turned his head subtly, a half smirk on his face when our eyes met. He shook his head at me and pulled out his phone. A moment later, my own mobile vibrated. I glanced at the glowing screen.

You’re going to make hiding this really fucking difficult, aren’t you?

Of course. Making your life harder is half the fun.

My phone vibrated again. Fine. Whatever. Grab a bite after the game?

My grin widened as I began to type back.

Only if I can get an autograph.

Roy turned his head again, that upturn of his mouth barely visible. I relaxed into my seat, tapping away at my tablet. For the first time in my life, I could hardly wait for a Richmond game to be over.

#Roy Kent #he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fluff #roy kent fic #ted lasso #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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matt and reader bffs to lovers and they don't know about eachothers crushes

he asks her to go stargaze on the beach, she sits on his lap and he's all touchy and then they have a steamy makeout session where she has to stop him before things get too heated and then they finish in his car

Tell Him

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: A beach trip at night takes a turn once feelings are expressed. But does it go how they want it to?🌙

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTT, car sex. Nothing too crazy though. This was actually super fun to write! Hope yall enjoy🤞🏽

Song for the imagine: Tell Him- Ms. Lauryn Hill

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Cause he’s all that I got

And tell him

Tell him I need him

And it’ll be alright

“Would you like to come to the beach with me?” Matt suddenly asks me as I’m sitting in nicks room

“Just me or both of us?” I asked him

“Just you” he said smiling at me

“Yeah sure sounds fun” I said

“Alright I’ll be waiting in the car for you” he said before walking out the room

I grabbed my stuff and looked over at Nick

“Why is he taking me to the beach?” I asked him

“Well usually he goes to the beach at night to have deep talks and get in tune with his emotions, so maybe he wants to talk to you. Since you always tell him about your own issues, and you guys bond over that” Nick replied to me

“Ohhh okay. Sounds nice I’ll see you later” I said hugging Nick

“Have fun” he said waving bye to me one last time

“Thanks” I said and walked out his room

I headed out the front door and got into Matt’s car. He put the directions in, and he started to drive off.

“So what’s the special occasion” I said giggling

“Nothing. I just go to the beach to think, and I felt like bringing you along so we can talk” he said

“Orrr you’re taking me there to murder me” I said

“Well if I wanted to murder you Nick and Chris know you’re with me, so I wouldn’t get away with it” he said sighing

“You weirdo” I said laughing

“You started it” he replied pointing his finger at me

We drove in silence as my phone was plugged into the aux “The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill” album playing as we chatted here and there.

“Oh I love this song” I said putting the volume

“Doo Wop” Matt said looking at the song

“Guys you know you better watch out, some girls some girls are only about that thing that thing” I said bopping my head to the music and singing along

“You play this album a lot” he said looking over at me

“Lauryn Hill is brilliant, and all her songs are amazing. This is my favorite album of hers” I said

“I know! I remember when you first got your apartment and I got you that record player this was the first vinyl you purchased” he replied

“Dang I forgot about that! You have good ass memory Matt” I said looking at him

“Well it was all you would talk about and all you played” he said laughing

“That’s very true” I said nodding my head

“I like it though, not my music taste, but her works amazing” he said

“I can respect that” I said

Another 30 minutes went by before we got to the beach. The longest hour of my life. My ass was hurting and my knees were cracking once I hopped out of the car.

“Such a long drive” I said cracking my back after shutting the car door

“Not that long of drive at least when you’re the driver” he said shutting his door

“I suppose that’s true” I said cracking my neck

“Let’s head out to the sand and watch the stars” Matt said clapping his hands together

“Matt there’s no one here” I said looking around

“Well yeah it’s 1AM” he said laughing

“Are you sure we can be here?” I said getting scared

“Yeah it’s 24 hours, it’s just 1AM on a Tuesday night. I don’t expect many people to be here” he said laughing

“Touché” I said looking at him

“Last one to the sand is a loser” I said smacking Matt and booking it

“HEY NOT FAIR YOURE A CHEATER” he yelled and began to run after me

I got the sand first and started running closer to the water when I fell over a rock in the ground. I face planted on the sand

“OH MY GOD” Matt said finally catching up to me

I rolled over holding my stomach and laughing.

“Holy shit” I said giggling trying to get up

“That’s what you get for being a cheater” Matt said

“I didn’t cheat” I said laughing

He held his hands out and helped me up as we continued laughing

After we calmed down we sat down in the sand watching the waves crash onto shore

“So tell me” I said

“Tell you what?” He asked

“Tell me why you come out here alone all the time” I said

“Well the waves help me think, I usually bring my notebook with me and write everytime I hear a wave hit the shore” he said

“Wow Matthew….that was deep” I said running my hand through the sand

“Sorry I don’t mean to get like dark or anything” he said throwing seashells in front of him

“No I don’t mind tell me more” I said glancing over at him

“Well I brought you today instead of my notebook, you get deep like me and I’ve genuinely been needing a talk with someone” he replied

“Well here I am” I said putting my hands up

“I just think a lot. About my future, where am I going to be, how I should go about certain things because I want a specific result….you know” he said looking over at me

“Well you know every cause has an effect, so I don’t think you should really try to focus on how you want to mold your future. Obviously you should give it thought, but we’re all humans and fuck ups make us. If you’re trying super hard to be perfect you’re going to wear yourself out” I replied

“That’s true….I never thought of it that way” he said smiling while looking at the water

“Well that’s what I’m here for. A second opinion…something like that” I said

“Do you ever think of just running away, and being someone else” he blurted out

“I mean it has crossed my mind, but not really. Do you think this about yourself?” I asked him looking over at him

“Mmm I also have, but I love my life. I guess sometimes I just think how my life would be without this publicity. Would I be happier? Would I be sad? Would I be more anxious? Just stuff like that” he replied

“I think you’d be worse, and I know it sounds mean, but think about it. This fame has brought you out of your shell in so many aspects.” I told him

“Once again, very true. I don’t know I just get in my head and start thinking weird things” he said shaking his head

“It’s not weird. Every human has thought this way at one point or another” I said

Matt nodded his head and leaned back resting his head on his hands as he looked at the stars.

I leaned back too, and watched the stars with him.

“When I’m with you, I’m just exactly where I want to be, I could die right now and feel happy. You complete me” Matt said

“Thanks Matt. I think we were exactly what we needed in each others lives” I replied to him

“You’re the best thank you” he said bumping into me

“Always Matthew….always” I said looking up at the sky

We sat in silence for a while as we let the breeze dance against our skin, as the stars reflected off our eyes.

“If there’s one thing you could tell someone right now what would you tell them?” He asked randomly

I thought for a few seconds really letting this question linger in my head. Was he giving me a chance to open up about my feelings regarding him, or did he mean something else? I was a bit scared to say how I felt, but something kept telling me to just say what I wanted, so I did.

“Well I would tell him that he’s an amazing person and that he should believe in himself more. He shouldn’t get in his head too much because he doubts himself too much. He’s a great person inside and out, and not many people get him; but I do. He has a beautiful soul, personality and he’s a charming guy. I would also tell him that I really liked him, and I have liked him for a while; but I’m not too sure if he feels the same” I said in a whisper

It got silent for a few seconds, and my brain was clouded with doubts and anxiety. I might’ve just made the worst mistake of my life.

“I think he would tell you that he likes you too, and that he gets in his head so much because you make him want to be the best version of himself. You make him think harder, love harder and overall want to be a better person. But I’m not sure” Matt said, sprinkling that doubt on his statement in case it would backfire, but it wouldn’t.

I turned my head and looked at Matt giving him a once over.

“You should be sure….because she does like you back” I said sitting up and looking down at him

He looked at me, his chest rising up and down as his pupils dilated. I licked my lips too and leaned down connecting our lips.

Our kiss became heated immediately and I got onto Matt straddling him. My knees buried into the sand as his hands ran up my thighs and to my waist.

Our tongues fighting against one another as he grabbed the back of my head with his right hand. Deepening our kiss as our teeth clashed against one another.

I pulled away and looked down at him. His cheeks tinted with a blush, and his lips swollen.

“I think we should head to the car before this gets out of hand” I said in a whisper

“Yeah I agree” he said nodding his head

We both got up and walked to the car. I needed him….I need his touch, his warmth, his lips….his tongue I needed it all

Once we got to the car I quickly turned around causing Matt to look confused. I pulled him in by his shirt and smashed our lips together, my hands running through his wavy hair

“Matt I…..I need more of you” I said in a whisper

“Okay my love” he replied back in a whisper

I opened the back door and hopped in, Matt soon following after.

“Listen I like you a lot, and I don’t want you to think this is all I want because it’s not. I want to know all of you” he said looking at me

“I want to know all of you too” I said looking at him

Matt licked his lips and pulled me in to connect our lips again. He slid to the middle seat, and I sat on his lap as we continued to make out.

My hands ran through his hair as I grinded down on him.

He pulled away to let a moan fall from his lips as he licked his lips

I moved my kisses to his jawline and then his neck. Peppering wet sloppy kisses down his neck as he leaned his head back letting pants fall from his mouth. His grip on my thighs got harder as his bulge grew.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I reconnected our lips. My clothes cunt dragging along Matt’s bulge.

“Oh Matt” I moaned out looking at him

“You’re killing me” he replied moving his hands to my ass and gripping

I slid my shirt off and took my bra off. Matt’s eyes gazed down to my chest and he bit his bottom lip.

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breast moaning at the feeling.

“You can touch me Matt I promise” I said smiling at him

He nodded his head and began to leave kisses from my neck down to the top of my breasts. Slowing inching over to my left breast and taking my nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around as he looked up at me

My mouth fell open as I let a moan out

“Holy shit Matt” I moaned out grinding down harder on him

He slowly slid over my right nipple and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. My cunt was basically screaming for him, and it was getting harder to ignore it.

Math pulled away and pulled his shirt off. My eyes trailing to his tattooed arm looking it up and down….his tattoos were so attractive and this made my mouth run dry some more.

My nails raking up his arm, my eyes watching his own face. I raked my nails over to his chest and down his stomach stopping right at his waistband. Goosebumps littering his skin

“Are you ready Matt?” I asked him

“Yes” he moaned out breathlessly

I lifted off of Matt and slid my pants down along with my underwear. As I did this he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down allowing his cock to spring forward

“Oh Matt” I said biting my lip and looking down

“Don’t say that” he said laughing and rubbing his eyes

“Who would’ve known you were hung” I said

“Stoppp” he said getting embarrassed

“Don’t get shy on me now” I said rubbing his face

I hovered over Matt’s dick, and he helped me sink down onto him. Our mouths falling open as we let our shaky sighs.

I completely sank down, his dick stretching me out in the perfect way. My hands gripping his shoulders as my head fell forward

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out

“You gotta move or I’ll cum from this” he moaned out

I nodded my head and began to bounce up and down on Matt’s dick. His hands on my ass as he helped me bounce up and down

All that could be heard is our moans and skin slapping as his dick hit all the right places.

Matt leaned his head down and took my nipple into his mouth sucking harshly

“OH MY GOD” I moaned out as my eyes screwed shut

I continued to bounce on his dick. Matt’s head falling back slightly as he let out moans

“Just like that baby” he moaned out licking his lips

His pupils dilated, his cheeks red and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

I switched my bouncing to grinding as I was now chasing my high. Matt caught on and gripped my ass helping me grind against him

His pelvic bone kissing my clit causing me to shudder

“Fuck Matt I’m so fucking close” I moaned out, my nails digging into his shoulders

“Me too baby, me too” he grunted out

I leaned against him, our chests touched as my grinding became sloppy. I was getting tired, and my knees started to burn

“I got you baby” he said

Matt wrapped his left arm around me as he slid down a bit and started to fuck up into me

“OHHHH MATT MATT MATT” I began to moan out my toes curled as his hips snapped into me

My jaw fell slack and I caught myself drooling. My thighs began to shake as I felt my orgasm approaching. Matt was looking at me with his bottom lip in between his teeth

“You got this pretty, come on cum for me” he cooed

“I’m cumming oh my god im cumming” I moaned out as I clenched down on Matt’s dick

My nails dug into his shoulders as I began to shake, my thighs shaking and my jaw falling open as his name fell from my mouth repeatedly

“MATT MATT MATT” I moaned out as my chest heaved up and down against his chest

“I got you baby I got you” he said as he helped me ride out my high

He slowly lifted me off of him as I sat on his thighs. He began stroking his dick chasing his own high

He was staring at me with half lidded eyes and suddenly his face contorted and his mouth fell open

“Fuckkkk” he moaned out as his thighs began to shake and he began to shake a bit

He painted his lower abdomen with his cum. Watching him come undone because of me made my head spin, and it made me fall in love with him more.

I slid off of his lap and leaned over to the glove box grabbing him napkins so he could clean himself up.

After we got dressed again we sat in the back for a moment really taking in what happened.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met” he said caressing my cheek

“You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever met” I said smiling at him

“I mean it when I say I want to know all about you. Your favorite color, your favorite makeup brand, your favorite childhood memory. I want it all” he said leaning in and placing a kiss on my lips

“I’ll tell you it all, only if you do the same for me” I said smiling at him

“I’m an open book I’ll tell you everything” he replied to me

“Good” I said kissing his hand

“Want to head back?” He asked me

“Yeah it’s pretty late” I said to him

We got back in the front and decided to head back to the house. One hour drive back home and we spent it the whole way listening to music and laughing about everything. Matt was really my other half and all I had to do was

Tell Him….

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! I have one more request, and then I’ll start my Matt sad imagine🤭. Love yallllll🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #matt sturniolo x reader smut #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo x reader smut #matt sturniolo smut #smut

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sinsandsweetness · 2 years ago

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Shane. Shane’s stuck in my head. I wonder if he and Rick got up to any shenanigans late at night in the police station with a cute girl…. I know Rick probably just watched but dang. Just thinking about it 👀 and if Merle and Daryl were in the drunk tank next to the cell…..

Shane is forever stuck in my head <3 I usually don't go for the pre-apocalypse au's but damn. this one got me dreamin' and drooling....

pairing- (Shane x fem!reader)

cw- dub con? just a power imbalance more than anything, mentions of drunk driving, very suggestive but no actual smut. 1.4k wc

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You walk past the two officers, both a little shocked by your vulgar language. Reaching the bars and seeing Merle grinning like a madman. Drunk. Clearly. Smelling of bourbon and poor decisions.

“Aw, sugar-tits! I knew you’d come. Daryl says you wouldn’t n’ I says oh yesss she will,” he slurs his words. “And here you are! Our saving grace.”

You immediately turn to face Daryl. Bags under his eyes, elbows leaning on his knees while he sits on the bench. Clearly just as tired and irritated as you are.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You smack him on the shoulder with your bag. “I could barely pay rent this month. There's an eviction notice on my damn door and you think I can afford to bail your lousy, drunk of a brother out of- "

His eyes go wide at your confession, shooting up to grab your hand.

“You don’t have to keep living with that loser, you know you can come stay with me-“

You shake him off. Blood starting to boil with irritation. “That’s not the point, Dare! I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep saving his ass whenever you two need it.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. Attempting to contain the flood of emotions that the week's events are summoning.

“How much is it?” you brace yourself for the worst. Subconsciously knowing that whatever disgusting number you were picturing, would still be better than whatever Daryl was about to say.

“… 500.”

“Fuckin' hell, Dare.” He gives you a look that reflects exactly how you feel. Apologetic. Angry. And so fucking tired.

With a deep breath, you tell him you’re going to try and talk to the cops that brought Merle in. To see if there's any way you can work something out.

Pulling your skirt down slightly, in an attempt to be more modest for the police than you are for the men you wait on, you make your way over to the men. The tall one, dark hair and handsome in an almost intimidating way, is standing at the counter, chewing on a toothpick. The other is just as handsome, though in a softer way. Pretty blue eyes and an unsurprising wedding band adorning his left hand. He sits behind the desk as he fills something out on the computer. The satisfying click and clack of the keyboard, times almost perfectly with that of your heels on the grey linoleum.

You approach the two with your sweetest smile, full of remorse. Your pretty eyes scream 'pity me' and you pray that the officers are kind enough to listen.

Immediately, you notice the way that the dark haired one stares down your blouse as you come to a stop. Taking a little breath for courage before starting your little spiel.

“Hi.” You can't help but blush a little at the look that Officer Handsome is giving you.

“Hey, sweetheart. What can we help you with?” He licks his lips and can't seem to contain the way they curl into a cheeky grin.

“My friend there, the uh, dumbass behind the bars…. well, you see he’s just, um…” pull yourself together, baby. “He fucked up. And I know that. He knows that. Even if it doesn't really seem like it. He really fucked up and if this were any other week, me and his brother over there, we would have more than enough money for his bail. We just.. Um, don't have it right now. So, I was wondering if there's any way we could work something out, like a payment plan or…”

“You got a boyfriend?” he asks, obviously uninterested in your proposal.

Mouth agape at the bold interruption, you respond hesitantly, glancing back at Daryl for a second.

“Uh, no but…”

“Really? Pretty boy over there… he’s what? Just a friend?” he nods towards Daryl, who can't quite hear but is obviously intrigued, and trying to assess how the conversation is going.

“Yeah, we're just friends… why?”

He ignores your question again, hand coming up to touch the cross pendant on your chest, “Cute necklace.” He smirks again, this time at the way your breath hitches at his touch. Fingers moving over to play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger.

“Shane.” The officer at the desk scolds his partner. Unimpressed but seemingly unphased by his behaviour, not even glancing up from the document he's reading.

“Ricky, c'mon. Look at her. Ain’t she gorgeous? What the hell are you doin' hanging out with these idiots?”

Apparently Daryl could hear that remark because you hear a faint, unimpressed, “Hey!” come from the bench behind you.

“Dare, sit down.” You tell him, with a scowl on your face as he sighs and sits back down and leaned into his hands once again. Praying for the night to just be over already.

“His brother is the idiot, he’s just… too loyal for his own good.”

The officer, Shane, nods his head, continuing to inspect you. Black mini skirt and button up blouse, curly hair cascading over your shoulders. Smelling like vanilla and vodka and whatever body oil is making your long legs shimmer so beautifully in the fluorescent lights.

“What are you doin’ up this late, anyway?” he asks. Apparently intrigued by your attire.

“I'm a waitress. I was just walking home from the bar as I got their call.” The constant dreaded call to come bail Merles drunk driving ass out of jail. 2:00 am on a friday, and you should have known they'd get themselves into trouble.

“You know, this is his third time. We've already taken his license. Impounded his car. If you don't have the money then…there's really not much I can do.” Shane tells you, that wicked grin still splayed on his face.

“You can leave him 'til morning, come back when you have the money.” Rick offers, finally putting the papers down and leaning back in his chair. One boot crossed over his knee as he relaxed into the leather cushion.

“And how the hell do you propose I come up with 500 dollars overnight?” You try not to sound so rude, but you’re tired and cold and Merles drunk babbling from the cell is really starting to piss you off.

The two men share a look and you feel goosebumps raise on your bare legs.

“Pretty girl like you… shouldn't be too hard.” Shane says, flicking his toothpick into the bin.

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, “I'm not some kind of whore, you know.” You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a little exposed in the excessively cold air conditioning.

“Of course not. That’s not what I meant, sweetheart.”

“Then what'd you mean, huh?”

“Yeah, Shane, what did you mean?” Rick crosses his own arms, entertained by his friend getting himself stuck in such an awkward predicament.

“Yeah, Shane. Why don't you expand on that for us.” You lean against the counter and he shakes his head with an annoyingly attractive laugh, which you can't help but smile at. Forcing you to forgive his crude suggestion almost immediately.

“You gonna give me your number or what?” he says, leaning up beside you.

“I’ll give you a whole lot more than my number if you can get his bail waved.” You bite your lip and nod towards Merle in the holding cell.

“Thought you said you weren't a whore.”

“Shane-” Rick hisses, warning his friend to tone it down. They're supposed to be officers of the law after all. Though you aren't really offended. You would fuck the man for free if he asked.

“You got an office here or something?” Your left hand starts to play with the keys on his belt, slowly making their way to the buckle, where you tap your french tips a few times, looking up at him with a look so sickeningly sweet, his cock actually twitches.

He thinks for a moment, letting you pull at the leather band until he’s flush with your core.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, realizing you’re actually serious. Deciding to give in to your downright sinful suggestion. “Rick. Turn off the cameras in the interrogation room.” He turns to his partner. Blue eyes, all wide and dumbstruck.

“Shane, that’s illegal-”

Shane grabs your hand and starts leading you towards the room, talking over his shoulder, “Rick. Cut the fuckin’ cameras." His lips brush your ear as turns to whisper, nudging you forward, "I’d ask him to join, but I already know he won't." You smirk at his confession, looking back at Rick and silently wish the ring on his finger wasn't there.

Shane directs his attention at Rick once more, "You can watch from the glass if you’re feelin’ left out.”

You can't help but giggle as you enter the room. Empty, aside from a metal chair and table. Shane pauses at the doorway, catching the attention of Daryl from down the hall.

“You too, pretty boy. This is for your brother's sake after all.”

-continued here

taglist- @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae @eternalrose81 @murder-jacket @miinbun @ankhmutes @grimesthinker @cl0wnb0yyy @whatthefuuuck @olive3oil @taylormarieee

(what the hell do I name this fic??)

also I don’t know shit about jail so… don’t come for me lol

#shane walsh x you #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh smut #shane walsh #shane walsh fanfiction #pre apocalypse au #voyeur!rick #voyeur!daryl #drunk tank

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blushblushbear · 2 months ago

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Wrote a quick fic of @ren-054's Vitya and Nimh based off a drawing they did of them (and also cause I think they make a dang cute little couple!)

Mildly suggestive, most just sensual!

more under the cut!

At the start of it, Nimh was just trying to be more flexible.

He wasn’t getting any younger and it was never too early to start trying to take care of your body; but given his heart condition, anything high impact or high cardio was out.

He had attempted a yoga class but it was just too much! And all of that relaxing new wave zen music blasting while he was struggling did not help to relax him actually…

So on a weird whim, he took up a dance class.

It was beginner ballet. He knows that’s probably a bit weird but something about it called to him. He wasn’t about to drop it all and be a dancer or anything, but he was enjoying himself!

Actually, what he was really enjoying was his dreamy teacher with the dashing smile. It wasn’t why he joined or anything, or even why he stuck to it for months, but he had to admit the first time that elegant ray of sunshine beamed into the class he felt his knees get a little weak. And it didn’t hurt that the teacher was probably one of the most chill and encouraging people he’d ever met. Between his pretty face and charming personality;

Yeah, Nimh had to admit it, he had a little crush going.

He’d never act on it of course, he’s way too much of a coward for that! But just being able to be around him once a week, to see him glide around swan as he watched over the class, to see that smile, to hear that voice– it got him through many a tough week.

And occasionally when he felt his hand on him– supporting his back, adjusting his stance, stretching his leg just a bit further– it was accompanied by the feeling of his heart leaping into his throat.

Not that Vitya needed to know that.

Oh yeah, and his name was Vitya. Just when Nimh thought he couldn’t get more dreamy…

He was trying to clear his head and focus on breathing as he stood there, eyes closed, bent over, back straight, feet in an awkward fourth position because he couldn’t handle fifth yet, one arm outstretched as gracefully as he could manage (which is to say, not really at all), while the other death gripped onto the balance bar above so that he didn’t fall flat on his face… again…

“Your face is turning red again.” Vitya’s voice sounded so close, and when Nimh opened his eyes, he nearly jumped when he saw Vitya’s face just under his. And so so close… “You’re holding your breath again.” Vitya said with a bit of a pout, “You need to BREATHE.” He took a deep breath in to demonstrate, making it all look so easy as he practically folded himself in half to lower his face to meet Nimh’s. Nimh took in a deep breath, and exhaled it shakily, his limbs wobbling a little making him feel even more embarrassed than he already did.

“Excellent!” He chirped, rising to a full stand with seemingly no effort at all. “Alright class, deep breath in–” a collective inhale, “and as we rise, exhale out! Good!” Nimh was grateful Vitya had sauntered on, so he wouldn’t catch how shakily he lifted his back, or how red his face still was– albeit for… different reasons.

Even though he enjoyed himself, Nimh realized he hadn’t gotten much more flexible in the months he’d been coming to the class. He wondered why he hadn’t just been kicked out at this point. And when Vitya called to him at the end of class, for a brief moment, he worried he was about to be…

As the rest of the class filtered out for the day, Nimh and Vitya were left alone.

“Hey,” Vitya began, his smile still sweet, but his eyes seemed a bit more concerned, “I’ve noticed you’re still having some trouble… This was my last class for the day and I was wondering– if you’re down to stay a few extra minutes, I’d really like to work with you one on one for a bit.”

Nimh screamed internally.

It was bad enough he had to deal with his dumb little crush head on in the moments Vitya hovered around him, but having to do that ALONE.

“I mean– if you don’t have the time today that’s fine…”

His brain was scrambling, trying to find a way to say no, but as he looked at Vitya’s face (his stupidly handsome face, as it pouted at him, hand on a cocked hip and the other hand hooked against his other arm in a pose only a dancer standing idly would pull) he couldn’t find it in him to turn Vitya down.

“N-no, I have a few minutes I could spare…” Nimh stuttered out. Vitya’s face was immediately beaming.

“Wonderful, let’s jump right into it then!”

Within a few minutes Nimh was back standing at the bar, posing the same as he had earlier, only now he had Vitya’s full attention as he shakily lowered himself.

Vitya circled him as he bent over, eyes studying Nimh’s movements.

“I know it’s hard for you,” Vitya began as he came up behind Nimh, “but you have to bend lower.” Nimh felt Vitya’s hand on his lower back and a chill rushed up his spin as Vitya began to gently push him lower. “That’s it…” Vitya cooed, hand slowly sliding up Nimh’s spine towards his shoulder blades, “bend further… remember to breathe…” Nimh could hear the smile in Vitya’s voice, but it felt… different… almost coy… and as Vitya leaned over him from behind, pushing Nimh further down, he wondered which was more inappropriate; this position, or the fact that having Vitya behind him with his hand on his back was putting the wildest images into his mind.

Images of his hot dance instructor. Images of said instructor bending him over like this to have his way with him. Images of Nimh panting as Vitya, firm but gentle, gave him everything he had…

Nimh exhaled out shakily (though shaky for different reasons this time), closed his eyes, and tried to clear his head. His heart was pounding, and he was certain he was blushing from ear to ear. Vitya chuckled behind him. Nimh had never heard Vitya sound so playful, as the words,

“Good, very good…” escaped Vitya’s lips and made Nimh’s knees go a little weak.

And then Vitya’s hand was gone.

Nimh blinked his eyes open, suddenly remembering where he was.

“And now, rise up slowly.” Vitya said cheerily, circling around again and landing towards Nimh’s front. Nimh rose up slowly, quietly cursing how all it took was one dreamy dance instructor to turn him into a pervert apparently. What had he even been thinking? He closed his eyes, and bit his lip embarrassed.

Vitya smiled, cocking his head slyly at Nimh.

“Your hips aren’t square enough.” Vitya said in a very matter of fact manner, “You need to keep your hips straight.” He walked over to Nimh again, coming around behind him once more as he set his hands on Nimh’s hips, moving them a bit forcefully into the correct posture. “See, like this, they need to stay like this as you move. They’re perfectly fine as you go down, but once you come back up they’re all tilted.”

Nimh heard Vitya’s voice, but he took in none of the words he said. The moment Vitya’s hands were on his hips, Nimh’s head went all fuzzy.

“Try it once more.” Vitya instructed.

“Wh–huh?”

“Bend over again, and this time try and keep your hips squared.”

Oh GOD.

With a gulp, Nimh began to bend over once more.

“That’s it. Nice and steady…” one of Vitya’s hands was on his back again, “Remember to keep your back straight. Yes, just like that!”

Yep. Nimh was bent over in front of his sexy ass dance teacher while said sexy ass dance teacher was behind him with one hand on his hip and the other on his back.

And Nimh was internally screaming again.

He couldn’t tell if this was a dream or a nightmare but wow was it sure fantasy fodder for later…

He tried to not think about it as his cheeks burned and he rose back up slowly.

“There you go,” Vitya continued, hand still on Nimh’s back, guiding him back up just as steadily as he lowered him, “And then– you’re back up! Shoulders square, hips square,” Vitya’s hand smoothed to Nimh’s front as he pulled Nimh back a bit, “back straight.” Nimh chanced a nervous glance at Vitya whose face was so close to his, smile all beam and eyes focused in on Nimh’s face. “Perfect.”

Nimh stood there frozen for a moment, until a small gasp made him realize he had stopped breathing again.

“O-oh… Uh… I…”

“Once more.”

“Huh? Oh! U-uh…”

With Vitya’s hands still resting on him, Nimh began to slowly lower again. Vitya still guided him, but more lightly than before. And before Nimh knew it, he was doubled over in front of his teacher again.

“And back up,” Vitya’s hand slid up Nimh’s side, guiding him to rise again, this time stopping a little up his arm. “Excellent. And back down,” Vitya’s thumb that rested at Nimh’s hip gave a little push and once again Nimh lowered. It was starting to feel a lot easier with Vitya guiding him. His hands helping to ease Nimh into the movements. He didn’t mean to, but he felt himself give his body over to Vitya’s control. It was forceful and gentle, bright yet sly, demanding yet sweet, and most of all– playful.

After a few more bends, Nimh eased back against Vitya again, stretching up and draping himself over his form as he panted lightly. His cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded and mind hazy as he looked back at Vitya, who greeted him with a warm yet knowing smirk.

“There you are. See, you were practically in half on that last one.” Nimh was only half paying attention to Vitya’s words. His body felt so closely pressed against his, Nimh’s eyes on Vitya’s lips with a sudden urge to kiss him. Vitya noticed… “Nimh… you… you like me don’t you?” Nimh’s eyes went back to Vitya’s, lips pressing into an embarrassed line. Nimh couldn’t say it, but his expression answered for him. Vitya chuckled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out like that. I just…” his hand slid up Nimh’s arm and took his hand, never breaking eye contact as he lowered it and giving it a small kiss. “I’ve noticed.” Vitya winked.

Nimh snapped back to reality, whole face turning red as he took a step away from Vitya, hands covering his mouth and eyes wide.

Vitya cocked his head curiously.

“Sorry… was that not alright?” he asked, eyes soft with concern.

“No… I MEAN– NOT ‘NO’ NO! NO! I MEAN, YES! I MEAN—” Nimh’s eyes darted around the room trying to get a grip, “what I mean to say is…” he paused, looking over at Vitya. He let out a small sigh, “I was just… surprised… is all… that was fine… b-better than fine actually…”

Vitya smiled, stepping closer to Nimh, who was still a stammering mess, but he didn’t step back. Vitya leaned in close, took Nimh’s hand again, and gave it another kiss.

“Good. I really was hoping to keep helping my favorite student.” the word ‘favorite’ dripped out of his mouth like honey and with another playful smirk he leaned in closer and whispered against Nimh’s ear “Though next time, I would like to give a more… private lesson.”A shiver ran up Nimh’s spine. Vitya pulled back and, with a look that was a mix of sly and puppy dog, asked, “Is that alright?”

Nimh nodded like crazy in response.

“Wonderful!” Vitya beamed. He pulled his phone out, and with a playful smile said, “Give me your number, and we’ll work on some real flexibility together.”

#bear text #blush blush game #blush blush #bb game #sad panda studios #Nimh #Vitya #blush blush nimh #nimh blush blush #Vitya blush blush #blush blush Vitya #blush blush oc #I'VE HAD THIS IN MY BRAIN FOR A MINUTE NOW only finally just got to actually write it #also posting this with Ren's permission!

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missyandthemisfits · 9 months ago

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Tokyo Rev x Pretty Feet 👣

"Kiss It Better." - 1

Your Tokyo Rev crush accidentally steps on your foot and you decide to get bold and tell them to "Kiss it better."

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

"Oh dang, sorry 'bout that (Name)-chi!"

His apology is playful and his grin is shit eating and for a moment you have to wonder if Mikey did that on purpose-

Feeling playful yourself, and uncharacteristically bold, you hold up the 'injured' foot, bracing your back on a nearby wall

"Kiss it better."

He stops smiling - stops everything

Just...stands there with his mouth slightly agape with an unreadable expression

You start to sweat

"J-just kidding-,"

Before you can say another word, he's down on one knee, lips on your exposed toes (damn you sandals), eyes never once leaving yours

An embarrassed blush finds your face and neck and he grins

"I gotta say, I kinda like you bossing me around, (Name)-chi~"

You stand dumbfounded as he starts down the road still recovering from the fact your long-time crush, THE Mikey, just kissed YOUR mf toes-

Ken 'Draken' Ryūguji

"Oh man, sorry (Name)- I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Actually moves to inspect your foot - he's a big dude and he knows it

Just then, something came over you

You knew full well Emma had a crush on him too. That said, he hadn't yet explicitly accepted or rejected anyone yet, so-

"Kiss it better...?"

By this time, your foot is hiked up and there's an uncharacteristic, almost unseen blush on his face

"I- what the Hell, (Name)? Where did that even come from?"

You couldn't help but laugh

Oh well. Maybe next time.

This nervous energy was enough for now.

Keisuke Baji

"Shit, my bad! You okay?"

He jumps back, crouching down to inspect it

Keisuke was so damn hot and the fact that he was this caring (though he'd often try to hide it) was even more attractive-

"You should," he perks up and you waver a bit, "Um... kiss it better."

His face is as hot as yours as he looks down then back up to you

"...okay"

You practically scream, pulling your foot away- or trying to anyway

"Wait! I...I didn't think you'd actually do it!"

"Then why the Hell did you ask?!"

"I-I dunno!"

It was, in fact, the weirdest confession of feelings ever.

Chifuyu Matsuno

"Holy crap, I am so sorry, (Name)!"

He tries his best to keep his cool in most situations- totally freaks out about this minor incident

Fingers are already caressing your calf, successfully assessing the damage and tickling you

You heart flutters at the sight of it all and your words tumble out faster than your brain can catch them-

"Kiss it better?"

Thankfully, you'd asked the question innocent enough. That didn't make the situation any less awkward tho-

"I-I mean...at least let me buy you dinner first...,"

He trails off on that last part but you definitely heard that one, loud and freaking clear-

"There's a ramen shop up the road!"

He stands upright, bright eyed and determined

"Yea? Let's do it."

Another moment passes

"...Do you really want me to kiss your feet?"

His hand finds the back of his neck and he looks away with a blush identical to yours

"I- let's just pencil that, okay?"

Takashi Mitsuya

"Oh- my apologies. Did I hurt you?"

Ever the gentleman, ever the kindhearted cutie, he's sweetly glancing down at your painted toes, fingers lightly brushing against your arm in apology

Oh Mitsuya~

"Kiss it better."

Annnd you said something stupid without thinking again...

Awesome job, (Name)

"I'm sorry?"

"Uh-," Sweats

Sweats profusely

He smirks like the sly fox he is

"Well, now. Didn't take you for that kind of person, (Name)."

You take this as a form of encouragement

"I'm full of surprises, Mitsuya."

Holy crap, are we flirting rn?

He chuckles lightly

"I look forward to discovering each and every one of them."

Your face is on fire...again

Hakkai Shiba

"Fuck- I'm sorry, (Name)!"

He's got some pretty big feet and he knows that so he's lowkey (highkey) freaking out about it

Better respond quick, the longer you take to respond, the more anxious he gets-

"S'ok. Or... it will be when you kiss it better."

Pauses his haphazard inspection - partially because his breath hitches in his throat

What now?

"I um...well, if you think it'll help, I don't mind..."

You almost don't wanna fess up to teasing him cause you dunno what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't that

"I was joking, but now I actually kind of want you to?"

Laughter ensues and honestly it's all either of you can manage at the moment, totally embarrassed

Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata

"Whoops! Hey watch it, would ya, (Name)?"

This bitch-

"You are so damn rude sometimes like...what the actual fuck, Smiley?"

-Is what you said, but you were still pretty into it somehow

He laughs, but does a subtle double take

"You're okay though, right?"

"No...I might need you to Kiss it better..."

He hums momentarily

"Wow, (Name)- that's pretty kinky."

You're instantly regretting ever uttering

"I seriously can't stand you...,"

"Well, I didn't say no~"He sings

"I SERIOUSLY CANT STAND YOU-,"

You sure knew how to pick 'em

Exhausting, he is

Souya 'Angry' Kawata

" Oh my god- I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't see your foot, I should have watched where I was stepping-,"

Apologies profusely

Full on nurse mode- breaks out the mini-first aid that he carries around (cause let's face it his brother and friends are walking disasters) and gets to work immediately-

It is... so endearing and yet so unnecessary at the same time

You allow him to finish and thank him with a smile, almost feeling bad for the teasing about to ensue-

"Could you Kiss it better, Souya? Please?"

Freezes in place

Fingers are twitching around your foot

Face is beet red

Oh yea, the sight was definitely worth it

You laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it! You're just so cute when you're flustered! Thank you for the bandaids!"

He proceeds to bury his face in his hands, trying and failing to make himself as small as humanly possible, still crouched

You promised him you wouldn't tease as much on one condition; a date.

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luxthestrange · 5 months ago

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RoR Incorrect quotes#189 Manly Men men

It's Spa time Human fighters and Y/n!

Y/n*With a nose pore remover and eye masks under your eyes seeing the time is up*-You can remove the one from your nose

Nikola*Has the same thing you have with a fluffy headband* But we have the one from the eyebags on top?

Y/n*Already about to peal the pore remover BUT as you were talking and peeled a bit you whined in pain* It doesn't matter just remove the n-AAH!

Raiden*Looks at you with a glare and now regrets ever putting this on*...wait-ITS GONNA HURT!?-THATS SOMETHING YOU WARN ABOUT!?!ASSHOLE!?

Leonidas*Eating the cucumber slices plate, also with nose pore remover and cucumbers on his eyes*Are you kidding me y/n?...dang it...

You cackle seeing All minus You and Dadam afraid of what to do till-

Raiden*Is peeling it and yips in pain*AAH!....AAAH!.....AAAAAaaaAAAAh!-

Lu Bu*Looking at Raiden who is peeling it, Then looks at you wheezing in the back at Raiden's pain*

Soji*Worried he whispers to Raiden*...does it really hurt that bad?...

Raiden*OOZING with sarcasm as he still rips it* NOOOO~JUST A LIL BIT~...AH!?-oh shit...I feel a big one got pulled...*Actually, a bit impressed seeing the blackheads on the pore remover but still scream* -aaah!?-fuck...ah!?

Buddha*Shaking his head and points are nose pore remover*Nah guys this shit is staying...his name is Junior and he is my new best friend-

Qin Shi*Is carefully peeling it but... decides to go for it like a Man and rip it one go...regrets it and starts to cry with a squeaky voice*...o-ow...

Y/n & Dadam:

Y/n*Is on the floor on your knees hitting your fist on the floor* -IMMA PEE MYSELF!? DAMN, IT!?

The ones who don't need it, Pore remover...Dadam,Kojiro, and Jack...they got

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zweetpea · 1 year ago

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Contracts or Biddability? Part 2 of 2

Cw: cringe, swears, innuendos. warning ⚠️ before you proceed there will be very foul language alluding to less than appropriate content! It’s only like a few lines of dialogue but I will mark them with ❌ around them if you want to skip. Liyue arc has concluded. Don’t know when the next chapter will be up but I can say it’s another interlude and it will have Xiao

“Excuse me? Mis… ter…? Ahem. Gen. Excuse me, Gen? You said you were looking for me. What is it that you would like to discuss.”

“Um, uh… I.” Shit! Don’t F this up. Don’t be a Wattpad Y/n girl. “Mr. Zhongli, I would like to be your friend and/or maybe go on a date with you.”

“Uh-um, thank you but I’m not looking for love at the moment.”

fu- “That’s fine. I’m fine with just being friends. Please just forget I asked. Welp, I’ll be leaving then!” You say embarrassed. Face hot, head empty. F this shit I’m out! I guess I can try again with Neuvillette. I never actually thought about what I’d do once I met Zhongli.

You walk out Liyue Harbor and down to the beach. You sit on down and take off your shoes and socks and just let the ocean flow over your feet. So cold but so nice. You think to yourself.

“Coco goat. Coco goat. Where are you?” You hear a faint voice call from behind you.

“Was that Qiqi?” You look behind and don’t see anyone. Until a little blue hat falls out of a bush.

“No. Qiqi’s hat.” She cries in soft dismay.

“Hey!” You call to her. She freezes. “Oh sorry. It’s okay I’m not mad.”

“Hello, adored one.” She says, grabbing her hat and moving closer to you.

“You know me?”

“Qiqi sees you in her dreams. Baizhu doesn’t believe Qiqi when she says that you are real.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Qiqi. If it’s easier for you to remember, you can call me Gen. But please try to remember that it’s with a G ‘Kay?” You shift to sit on your knees.

“You know about Qiqi’s memory problems?” She asks.

“Mhm. Let’s go back to Baizhu okay?”

“Okay. Mx. Adored Gen, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You say as you put your socks and shoes back on.

“Why don’t people from your home like me? Why do you?” She looks down sadly

“What?”

“In my dreams Qiqi hears you saying things like, I don’t get why people hate Qiqi. She’s adorable. And recently I heard you cheering and laughing about how you finally got her.”

You did recently loose a 50/50 but you finally got Qiqi for the first time. “Sweetheart, look… they don’t mean it; and if they do then they don’t deserve you. You are an adorable, sweet, incredible person. It doesn’t matter what they say, because so many people love you. Baizhu, YaoYao, and me for example.”

“Okay. We can go back now.” She says as you pick her up and bring her back to Bubu Pharmacy.

“Listen, no one’s gonna hurt you while I’m here.” You console her as she rests in your arms.

“Baizhu! Qiqi told you that the adored one exists!” She shouts as you set her down and she runs into the Pharmacy.

“Qiqi. I’m so glad that you’re back, but what on earth are you talking about?”

“Hey! I’m Harry Styles!” You giggle. “Just a little joke, would’ve killed where I’m from. You can call me Gen with a G.” You extend your hand and Baizhu shakes it.

As he pulls his hand away he looks down at it the back at you. “You… really exist.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head with a smile.

“Come to the back with me. I’d like to talk in private.”

“Okay?” Well it’s not like I can die. I just hope that if this escalates it’s more like 50 shades and less like Dr Frankenstein.

“You too Qiqi.” Dang it! Cock blocked again?! I’ve gotten one kiss and it was from Dainsleif! He brings you into his office and you sit down on a couch. He closes the door and the windows and sits behind his desk.

“She’s been telling me for a while now about you.”

“Really?”

“Hm, she said that you’d descend from Celestia and you would have healing abilities far beyond what Teyvat has seen.”

“Well in all honesty that’s only because I met someone in celestia who gave me their powers. I’m just a normal human.”

“Well in any case I’m grateful for you looking out for Qiqi. Your kindness in her dreams has been an invaluable resource.”

“Of course!” You smile. Qiqi comes over and hugs you.

“Thank you, but Qiqi has to go tend to the reception.” She leaves, closing the door on her way out.

“Now that she’s gone there’s something I wanted to talk to you about Dr.”

“Of course. Ask me anything that you’d like, I’ll help anyway I can to repay what you’ve done for Qiqi.”

“You don’t have to just because I helped Qiqi. You can say no if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“A beautiful person like you couldn’t make me uncomfortable.” He smiles.

❌

You smirk and walk over to straddle him. “Good because I’ve been having trouble for a while now. My ass is too tight. I need a smart, handsome doctor to stretch it out.”

He blushes. “This is highly inappropriate… make it quick.”

❌

“Baizhu. I can’t feel my legs.”

“You were the one who asked me to do this.” He smirks.

“Okay feeling is coming back. Thank goodness for my healing.”

He kisses your lips and you return with more passion and fire. “Come back anytime.”

“You shouldn’t be saying that as a doctor.” You tease.

“You’re not one of my patients though.” He smirks back.

You got up and walked out of his office. You gave Qiqi a goodbye hug and left for the mountains to see what your new Geo Delusion can do.

“Okay so what can I do?” You hold up your hand with the delusion on it and a clay circlet appears in front of you. You take it in your hand and golden ring surrounds you. “Badass!” You say as you run towards the mountains and look for someone to fight.

Running through the mountains you were filled with a sense of wonder and excitement. ‘I haven’t seen a screen in what has to be a week or two, it feels strangely amazing. The grass feels soft and fresh under my skin.’

As you wander around, you hear something whoosh and thunk behind you. You look behind you and see a treasure hoarder reloading his crossbow. He fires another one at you and you try to dodge but it just stops a few inches away from you. You raise the clay circlet in your hand and the gold ring around you shines brighter

“I can do this all day.” You hold out your delusion and shoot a slew jagged spall shoots towards him. Backup arrives and chases you away. “Okay no I can’t.”

You run as fast as you can trying to find somewhere to hide but they’re hot on your tail. Eventually they back you into a corner, you knocked to the ground by one of them holding an oar.

“Hehe, no where to run kid.”

‘What do I do? I don’t want to be kidnapped again. I am in Liyue, I wonder…’

“Xiao… please help me.” You whisper, while you squeeze your eyes shut.

…Before you know it you hear a whoosh and the hoarders groans. You slowly open your eyes and see Xiao standing over you.

“Who are you? How do you know me?”

“I…” You felt so relieved that your body just fell back on the grass and you couldn’t move. You’re too tired from the events of the day and the absolute fear his presence left in you.

“HEY!! Get up!” You hear him say before you drift away from the conscious world.

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