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forming parosocial relationships with the people in the medical book </3
#okay so.#its from 1917 and very dated but its so fascinating hearing the theories and practices#and then it having photographs and illustrations based on the writers experiences and exposure to different cases#and i got a little habit forming of just... mentally thanking them#like a subconscious 'thank u my friend'#for their involvement and how thwy played a factor and part in the advancement of science and knowledge#like even if its just a fraction of a sand grain in the vast dessert. its a fraction that influences all around it.#like !!! thats all lives ! long gone ! but it was actual lives that were here and played a factor and influence !#i hope they knew theyll be remembered even if i will never know their names and story. they were important than important now#<- this is all said from someone who would sneak out at 13 and walk to the nearest graveyard to talk to the forgotten tombstones#because i was terrified at the idea that ghosts can exist/some consciousness and theyd feel lonely or forgotten#everyone deserves a friend u know? leave some flowers to a stranger. tell another u hope theyre at peace and are well. say hello & goodbye#its 10 pm. still tired. still constantly in love with humans and strangers and friends and eventually the mirror#i want to take everybody by the shoulders and shake them as i yell that i love them#alive or dead. the dead that feel alive. the live that feel dead just !!#i love you ! i love you ! i love you ! i know you and i love you ! youre a stranger and i love you !!!#these tags are all over the place#and doesnt make sense but ur all used to it by this point#im gonna read and get a shower and tuck myself into bed. remind myself i love myself too even if i dont rly believe it (yet)#crypt callings#probably delete later#depends how embarrassed i am on this word dump and oversharing hehdh
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Affectionate- M. Sturniolo
pairing: TouchStarved!Reader x Affectionate!Boyfriend!Matt
classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons
inspiration: request, thank you @sugrhigh for helping me figure this out luv u shnookums
warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, slight cursing
summary: head cannons of Matt being affectionate with his touch starved girlfriend!
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âSFW
Affection and PDA isnât something that comes naturally to you. When you and Matt first started dating, you would keep your distance, but eventually you grew used to it.
â When you and Matt first started dating you struggled with any and every form of physical intimacy.
â Youâre mindlessly flicking through clothes racks at the mall. âOpinions?â Matt asks, holding a shirt in front of your face and slinging an arm over your shoulder.
â Subconsciously, you shrug his arm off your shoulder. âThatâs cute! I like that,â you reply, scooting further away from Matt.
â âOkay, weirdo,â he laughs, but deep down it hurt every time you shied away from him. He tried not to look too into it, but it seemed like you were always avoiding his touch.
â âIâll be back, babe. Iâm gonna take Chris to the store,â Matt informs you as he throws his wallet and phone into his pocket.
â âOkay, have fun,â you reply simply. Matt stands in front of you fully expecting a quick kiss or even a hug, but you return to your previous activity.
â He leaves feeling sad, but still doesnât bring it up.
â It goes on like this for a while, and Matt tries his best to see past it.
â Youâre currently at an influencer event. The venue is crowded, loud, and overstimulating, forcing you to remain at Mattâs side for the entire night.
â He introduces you to a few of his friends, âHey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n.â His arms wrap around your waist, immediately causing your body to stiffen.
â âHi,â you say meekly. Matt pulls you in closer, resting his head on your shoulder and peppering your face with kisses.
â When you keep leaning away from him, he stops and lets go of you completely. It bothers him enough for him to bring it up once youâre home.
â âY/n, can we talk?â he asks, leaning on the restroom doorframe as you wash your face. You hum in response.
â Matt takes a deep breath, preparing to ask the question heâs been dreading the answer to. âAre you embarrassed of me?â
â It catches you off guard, âWhat? No! Why would you even ask that?â
â He rolls his eyes, âBecause you never let me hug or kiss you.â No response from you, you donât even know what to say.
â The conversation starts innocently but quickly becomes an argument. Matt keeps pushing the subject no matter how hard you try to avoid it, asking you questions you donât know how to answer.
â âitâs not my fault youâre clingy!â you exclaim, throwing exasperated hands in the air. Matt nods his head slowly as his lips form a tight lipped smile.
â He doesnât say anything else, instead leaving to your shared bedroom before he says something heâll regret.
â You immediately wish you could take the words back. âMatt?â your voice is quiet as you enter the room, slowly crawling over to his figure on the bed.
â His back is to you. You snake an arm around his waist and apologize for everything you said.
â âDo you actually think Iâm clingy?â he asks, looking at you over his shoulder. âNo, Iâm sorry. I struggle with the whole PDA thing, but Iâm gonna try and work through it okay?â
â From that moment forward, youâre much more conscious of your actions.
â Matt will hug you, kiss you, or hold your hand in public and you no longer pull away.
â Instead youâre pulling him in for a longer kiss than he intended. And eventually youâre the one who initiates the PDA.
â You and Matt are sat on a picnic blanket, watching as the sun begins to set. âMy back hurts,â he mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his spot.
â You mindlessly scoot closer to him, pulling his body in until itâs resting against your chest.
â He gives you a surprised look, âLiterally who are you and WHAT did you do to my girlfriend?â
â âShush,â you chuckle, placing soft kisses all over his face.
â Other times, youâll just seek his touch when youâre alone.
â âWhatâs taking so long?â you ask. Mattâs been stirring the pasta for what seems like forever.
â âItâs almost done, you goof,â he laughs. You groan, resting your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist.
â âYou smell good,â you murmur, earning a dopey smile from him.
â NSFW
The lack of affection can be attributed to a lot of things, and Matt knows that, but it doesnât make it hurt any less. Sometimes, he can only think of one way to teach you a lesson.
â âWhat the fuck was that?â Matt grits, referring to the scene you caused in front of his friends. All he wanted to do was kiss you, but you dodged the kiss so aggressively that it was embarrassing.
â âHere we go again,â you say. âIâm not doing this right now, Matt,â you turn on your heels, ready to escape the conversation.
â âYou are doing this right now actually.â He grabs you by your elbow, pulling you into him abruptly.
â âYou think itâs cute to embarrass me in front of my friends like that?â his voice is low, his breath fanning against your neck with each word. Youâre slightly intimidated, but mostly aroused.
â He holds a firm grip on your neck, bringing you in for a hungry kiss.
â Before you know it, heâs fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror. âLook at how fucked out I have you,â he growls, âremember this next time you wanna act stupid.â
â Other times, heâs just so extremely touch starved.
â Matt trails kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, kisses that youâre trying to avoid.
â âIâm busy, Matt,â you whisper, but with each kiss your breath becomes choppier.
â âBut I need you,â he whines, pressing his erection into your lower back.
â âLater,â you try and reason, but heâs not listening.
â Thatâs what leads to you riding him on the couch until heâs so overstimulated his eyes tear up.
â âI canâtâ,â he whimpers. âYou can,â your voice is firm. âYou begged for this, baby. Donât you remember?â
â He clenches his eyes shut, fists bawled at his side. His teeth bite so deep into his lip that he draws blood, orgasming for the 5th time.
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w/c: 1.1k tw: needles, at home piercing (DO NOT PIERCE UR TONGUE AT HOME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD), pet names (baby doll, gorgeous) notes: inspired by this thirst hereeeee + thank u my love @ghostbeam for always helping me ilysm
"hold still."
"schorry."
"that means don't speak, idiot."
you roll your eyes in response, pointedly staring at your best friend after you do. his own tongue bar clacking against his teeth when he bites his tongue, concentrating on yours, stuck out over your lips for him to inspect. dyed black hair was all you could see as he dipped, twisted, turned and tilted his head, latex all you could taste as he lifted your tongue with a gloved hand, adjusting the muscle as necessary.
"stick it out as far as you can." you follow touya's instructions, adjusting yourself in the bathroom sink, touya subconsciously stepping further between them when your thighs slip apart, his eyes still focused on your mouth as he stares, his eyebrows drawing further down his face.
you lick your lips as soon as he turns away, attempting to ease the discomfort of your dried lips and pooling saliva from holding your tongue out for so long. touya flashes you a playfully disapproving glance, reaching for the pile of tools sat beside you on the porcelain sink.
"think you can do it?" you study your face like he'd studied your tongue, mapping every freckle, mole, vein, scar and piercing marring the face of the little boy you'd met, you love him like this, you think. so perfectly touya. just as much your touya as he'd been as a hot-headed tween, dragging you by your hand into his room to show off action figures, just as much your touya as he was at sixteen, after his first piercing (well, technically first two, he'd gotten both nostrils at once), when he'd snuck into your room after his mother had seen the gems flash the moment he walked through the door, promising he'd go back home if you watched a new horror movie with him.
"'course i can, gorgeous," you begin to fidget, growing more and more nervous the more he toyed with the tools, gathering what he needed; preparing iodine, lubricant, the needle, the taper and of course the titanium bar. picking up a tissue and something else you can't see, he turns to face you again, inching closer once more, his hips nearly bumping your own on the sink, "that's the point of being a bad influence, isn't it?"
grinning, he pokes his tongue out, metal flashing under low lights, making you hyper aware once more of what you're tucked in your bathroom to do, "alright, out all the way again."
"is that the needle?" you think your voice shakes, staring at the tool he grasped in his left hand with wide eyes, a quiet, wobbly tone like a scared child.
"marker, baby doll, gotta make sure i pierce your pretty tongue nice and straight." touya's smile is crooked, a tiny flash of pearly teeth behind pierced, pink lips.
"oh, okay." still with a wobble in your speech when you begin to fiddle with your fingers, you try to focus instead on the multitude of misshapen chips in your nail polish, trying to decide what colour you might paint them next, wondering if touya will match you with a navy blue, or if the matching tongue bars will be enough.
"i can get you a towel to squeeze? if you're scared?" his voice is low, hushed as he pats your tongue dry, glancing up to your doe eyes as you shake your head, attempting to say you were okay with your tongue out. touya had countless piercings, certain there's more than you can see right now, countless times he'd gone through this process; sanitising, marking, piercing, and not once can you imagine him squeezing something soft in his hands for comfort, digging blunt, painted nails into a plush, imagining a curious face instead, sharp eyes following the needle as you avoided it, maybe crunching his eyes closed in a wince at the very last moment, when the sharp, unforgiving needle tip forced its way through squishy flesh.
"you sure?" he taps the pen on your thoroughly dried tongue, a tiny purple dot staining the centre of your tongue, the fine marker tip making you jump, overly sensitive with adrenaline pulsing through your body, waiting to nod until after he placed the pen aside.
"if you say so, baby doll." you feel the smooth latex of the glove on your tongue again, adjusting his hold on the tip of your tongue to hold the twitching muscle still, looking up to your eyes once more, noticing how you squeezed them shut the moment his muscles twitched to reach beside you for the sterile needle.
"ready?"
"uhuh."
"breathe in." your hands twitch in your lap as you suck in a deep breath, holding it in your chest even as he chastises you for it, muttering a quiet, gentle, "you have to breathe out, too, idiot."
your hands fly to his hips the second the needle touches your tongue, not even quite piercing it yet, gripping him like your life depended on it, a soft whimper echoing from the back of your throat as the needle came out through the underside, your exhale shaky as you clutch touya's hips tighter, your body tense as he whispers soft encouragements for you to keep breathing, "go nice and slow, gorgeous, like that."
you listen as best you can, focusing on the sensation of the denim underneath your fingertips, how it feels to drag your nails over the material, how your lungs inflate and deflate, how touya's voice sounds in the shell of your ear as he comforts you, praising your stillness as he places the bar at the end of the taper.
"i'm gonna put the bar in now, baby, you ready?" you don't nod, not risking moving, instead shifting your fingers to slide under the hem of his shirt, gently tapping thrice on his hot skin, y-e-s, before tucking your fingers securely into his hemline, holding him as tightly as you could when he instructs you to breathe again, "in, 1-2-3, out. did so perfect, baby."
touya doesn't move, doesn't step out of your gravity, out of your hold on him, back three steps into safety from whatever was blooming between you the longer you held him between your thighs with saliva gathering on your swollen tongue, a minuscule amount of tears gathering in your waterline with your wobbly exhale. you make no move either, keeping your hands tucked into the hem of his faded jeans, your tongue out and your eyes closed, cracking one open only when he rests his hands on your thighs, "you will not live it down if you drool on me."
closing your mouth, you giggle before wincing, resting your head on his chest as you whined out at him, "ow, touya, don't make me laugh."
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HIII!!!!!!!!! first off i wanna say - I LOVEEEEE ALLLLLLLL THE RECENT WORKS SM i came back and i was reading through them and they're soooooo good ur so talented omgomomg
ok so request (take ur time if u want!!) idk if u write platonic fics but i really really love how u write barty and that one fic where reader and reg were fighting and she was bsfs with barty- i loved it smmmmm so can we please get some platonic barty x reader being the main focus? (i dont mind anyyy romantic pairings i just want best friend barty being absolutely insane plsplsplpslsl
of course MY LOVE; this request is from back in March hahaha sorry
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who they find in bed with Barty
CW: fluff, swearing
Regulus had spent the last umpteen years believing himself to be a light sleeper, likely thanks to growing up in a house straight out of a muggle horror film where his fight or flight reflexes were always at the ready to flee from any danger. It appeared, though, that being, like, loved by and feeling safe with the people you surround yourself with could do wonders to a personâs subconsciousâŠ
Who knew?
This meant that though Regulus was typically a light sleeper, he seemed to have slept through your departure from his bed in the Slytherin boysâ dormitory.
Unfortunately, he wasnât able to sleep through the sudden jolt Remus caused in the bed as he sat up and began panickedly feeling around the bed.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â Regulus groaned as he pulled his pillow over his head and rolled onto his side in order to point his back towards his - currently skating-on-thin-ice - boyfriend.Â
âWhereâs dovey?â Remus hissed back; an urgent quality taking over his words that Regulus could tell it was far too early to be dealing with.
âWhat dâyou mean?â
Remus groaned in exasperation as he cast a lumos with his wand. âI mean where is our girlfriend, you sod.â
âHave you checked with Barty?â
Regulus almost allowed sleep to pull him back into its sweet, sweet embrace before Remus ruined it again.
âWhat?â
âBarty, Remus. Have you checked with Barty?â Regulus repeated irritably.
âNo? What? Why would I have checked with Junior?â Remus sputtered, though his asinine question was answered by none other than Barty himself.
âFinders keepers mother fuckers.â He snickered quietly.
Remus ripped open the curtain of Regulusâ four poster bed in the Slytherin dungeons to see you sleeping quite peacefully on the opposite side of Barty who was grinning arrogantly at your two boyfriends.Â
âWhat!?âÂ
âShe was too hot over there; I can feel the heat radiating off of you from here, Lupin. What the fuck is that about?â
âShe could have taken a blanket off!â Remus argued petulantly.
âYou kept tucking her back in saying she was going to catch a cold.â Regulus added helpfully sleepily.
Barty snickered at Remusâ disbelieving scoff.Â
âNo. Absolutely not; Junior, give me our girlfriend back.â He demanded.
This time it was Bartyâs turn to scoff. âWould you shut the fuck up, Lupin; weâre trying to sleep over here.â
And to Remusâs absolute horror, you seemed to stir at the conversation causing you to reach an arm over Bartyâs chest and rest your head on his shoulder before you settled back into a restful slumber.Â
âLeave her be, Rem.â Regulus chided, causing Remus to divert his malcontented glare to his boyfriend.
âI beg your pardon?â
âYouâre always going on and on about how we need to prioritize sleep; sheâs doing that.â He explained simply.
âWith him!â Remus nearly shrilled, earning him a âshut up you stupid sodâ from said girlfriend stealer.
âWell would you rather have both of us be tetchy tomorrow for having our beauty sleep interrupted, or just me!?â Regulus finally barked, pulling his pillow away from his face to shoot Remus a stern glare.Â
Remus seemed to consider his options before he begrudgingly relented and sunk back under the covers with a very petulant harumph.
âSheâs going to smell like him tomorrow.â He pouted as he pulled Regulus into his arms possessively.Â
Regulus sighed and nuzzled further into Remusâ neck. âYou can fix that tomorrow.â
Regulus felt the tension in Remusâ body relax as he no doubt imagined all the ways he would be doing just that.
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omg I used to be such a Steve girly when I first followed u and now Iâm more a Bucky gal so Iâm glad to hear u like him toođ„č any crumbs of the jealous/protective Bucky trope would be sufficient đđŒ
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warnings: sleazy stupid pervy man(not bucky obvi), petname (baby), asyphxiation, reader is more horned up for bucky than she cares about stupid sleazy man sorry, manhandling, pinv, semi-public sex (in a locked club bathroom)
authorâs note: clearly idk what drabble means cuz this is 1500 words. trying to figure out the flow of writing drabbles (and just writing in general this is not my best work) ! the steve girlie to bucky girlie pipeline needs to be studied tbh!!! thank you so much for sending in this little thought baby hope you enjoy!!!đ©·đ©·đ©·
18+ only minors dni.
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âIâll be back in a second baby, just need to use the restroom real quick.â
You attempt to shuffle off Buckyâs lap, surrounded by all your closest friends at a circular booth at one of the newest clubs in the city. But before you can completely wriggle yourself free of his grip, his hands flex on your waist halting your movements. âIâll come with you sweetheart.â
You giggle and playfully roll your eyes, âIâm not going to die in the 20 steps it takes to get to the washroom Bucky, Iâll be back in a sec.â You place a quick kiss on his bearded cheek and squirm out of his lap before making your way to the washroom, looking at him over your shoulder and giggling as he glares at you.
Currently, you were in the midst of working up your brooding boyfriend so he would take out all of his frustration on you in the most delicious way possible. Being a little bratty was just a little investment for the incredibly rewarding return youâd get later on.
Surprisingly the washrooms were unoccupied so you were in and out in just a few minutes, powdering your face and touching up your lips while you were at it. Giving yourself a once over in the extravagant mirror you head out of the washroom, swinging the door open and attempting to put your lip liner and lip oil back into your purse. You accidentally bump into someone, causing you to shoot your neck up and let out a flurry of apologies as you see their drink now splattered on their shirt.
âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry I didnât see you coming. Iâm so so so sorry I shouldâve been paying more attention. Iâm so sorry about your shirt.â Furrowing your eyebrows in concern you take in the man before you. He was a bit taller than you, dirty blonde hair all ruffled up with green eyes just scanning your body with an appreciative smirk. You couldnât help but feel uncomfortable despite your apologetic gaze as you subconsciously search for Bucky, glancing around the suddenly very packed VIP section.
âItâs alright sugar, wasnât planning on stripping naked so early into the night but if thatâs what you want, who am I to deny you huh?â His voice attempts to be sultry but it just comes across as sleazy, making you grimace and chuckle curtly.
âThat really wasnât my intention, Iâm really sorry once again. You can ask the bartender to put a drink on my boyfriend's tab. Just for the inconvenience of course.â A smile that doesnât meet your eyes is on your face, as you continue looking around for your table of friends, for anybody you may know to save you from this slimy piece of shit.
âBoyfriend huh? Does your boyfriend know you bump into other guys dressed like a little slut?â He steps closer to you making you take a step back. Itâs too crowded for anyone to take notice of you specifically and the music is too loud for you to scream and cause a scene.
âExcuse me?â Your voice comes out as strong as you had hoped.
âYou heard me, now, what are we gonna do about making this up to me huh? Why donât you follow me.â He roughly grabs your arm and you attempt to jerk it out of his grip.
âDonât fucking touch me.â You spit out, yanking your arm out of his sweaty grip and shoving him back, causing him to stumble backwards and almost land flat on his ass. This causes a commotion as the people around you stare at the scene unfolding in front of them.
One second youâre trying to shove past the man to get to your table and the next heâs forcing himself onto you again with much more force this time. Before you can even react heâs being ripped off of you and shoved to the floor by your boyfriend who seemingly appeared right when you needed him most.
Bucky pushes his forearm into the manâs throat, making him struggle for breath and weakly fight back, but he is no match for your super-soldier boyfriend. âYou wanna go around putting your fucking hands on women is that right? On my girl?â Bucky seethes, eyes wide with anger as the man struggles to shake his head to deny his words.
Everyone has their eyes on you as your group of friends quickly cut through the crowd to get to both of you, Steve and Sam trying to gently pull Bucky off the guy as Natasha and Wanda come to your aid, standing by you and asking what happened, trying to soothe your thumping heart.
You canât focus on anything except the way Bucky is holding this man down for you. âDonât let me catch you even breathing in her direction again you piece of shit. Tryna put your fuckinâ hands on my girl, Iâll fuckinâ k-â
You breathe out his name once. Bucky snaps his head away from the man whose colour is draining out of his face to take in your expression. Bucky can read you even better than you can read yourself sometimes. He can see you are obviously upset but even more than that, your eyes are scanning over his shoulders and biceps, his beefy frame easily overpowering the frail man.
Bucky can read you better than anyone else, and right now, youâre not scared or uncomfortable. Youâre turned on. The quick rise and fall of your chest, the twinkle in your eyes, and the way you tug at your bottom lip. He even knows youâre ashamed that youâre turned on. But that doesnât stop you. It never has.
Bucky smirks, and grabs the man by his neck, standing up with him as his legs weakly kick in the air, wheezing out unintelligible apologies and Bucky just looks at you over his shoulder, ignoring the way Steve and Sam are struggling to get him to put the man down. The veins in his arms make you practically drool as you make eye contact with Bucky, and the next moment the man is crumpled on the ground. The man scurries away, clutching at his throat where bruises are already starting to appear. Calling Bucky crazy and how you werenât even worth it. Bucky pays him no mind because now his attention is all on you.
âYou okay baby?â Bucky asks as he walks towards you, pulling you into his broad frame as he scans you with a worried expression. You nod mindlessly and before you know it youâre being ushered into the restroom you just came out of. Bucky locks the door behind him and before you can breathe youâre on him. Your lips clash against his, your tongues and teeth and spit mixing as your hands grip onto his shoulders as he picks you up and places you on the counter in one fluid motion. The display of strength makes you mewl into the kiss as you rut against his growing bulge making him hiss.
âBucky- Bucky please I need you right now.â You beg, reluctantly pulling away from the heated kiss to look at him with your wide eyes. He looks at you through his hooded eyes, taking in your desperation before smirking. âWhat does my baby need hmm?â
His teasing makes you whine as you messily grind your crotch against his, looking for any friction. âNeed you Bucky, need you only you need you to fuck me.â You blabber mindlessly, begging for him to claim you. Your words make Bucky groan and his hands wrap around your throat to hold you in place against him.
âNeed me to remind you who you belong to? Is that it? Youâre my girl arenât you?â He growls against your mouth, biting your bottom lip and nipping at your sensitive skin.
You whine and nod as his hands wrap around you the same way they were wrapped around the man earlier. You moan as he sucks into the sweet spot behind your ear. âYea- Yes need you to fuck me so good so that everyone can hear us please Bucky. Please, need everyone to know Iâm yours and you're mine.â Youâre not even sure if your words make sense.
But Bucky understands. He always does.
So he squeezes his hands around your neck just once, watching the hazy smile take over your feature, before quickly manhandling you so youâre bent over the counter, your eyes meeting his through the mirror. You push your hips back against his once and he wraps his forearm around your neck to pull you up, fiddling with his pants and shoving your panties to the side before filling you up in one thrust. He slides in easily due to how wet you were but his girth always creates a delicious stretch and you cry out at the feeling of being full. Your head lulls back to fall onto his sturdy shoulder and he tuts, tapping your cheek with his free hand before squishing your cheeks together and forcing you to look at the two of you.
He leans into your ear, feeling the shiver that wracks your body and he presses his open mouth against your cheek, his breath more prominent than your own. âDonât you fucking dare look away from the mirror. Youâre gonna watch yourself while I fuck you so youâll always remember what you look like where you belong. Going dumb on my dick.â
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x yn#bucky barnes imagine#anon
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i said, âdo u think uâll kill for me one day?â (yes, of course i will, my darling)
dottore x gn!reader. lyric from national anthem (demo). mentions of killing or murder / possessiveness / mentions of dottoreâs real name / pet names / cursing / slight ?? yandere / ooc ( kinda soft dottore ). english is not my first language !
You know that Dottore, or your boss is a mad man who does as he pleasesâat least that's what people think. But he always acts a little differently to you, which clearly shows favoritism. An act of favoritism that is certainly not left to some other people.
Other people try to take advantage, by asking you to make dottore do something. The most common thing that happens is when they ask you to beg dottore to release their newest prisoner (?) that became the subject of Dottore's experiments who is either their family or friend or partner.
And of course, youâre not happy with it.
You are not a tool to fulfill their wishes. And they were merely just strangers who suddenly came to ask for help, without repaying.
You are pissed.
But also scared at the same time.
Just now you came out of the room called the âsacredâ dottore's office. But a stranger who you guess is a new worker just by looking at his impolite behavior, suddenly grabs your arm and takes you somewhere.
âWhat the heck?!â You yelp. Ignoring the fact that the stranger's hands were shaking violently.
The stranger is now facing you. While his hand was still gripping yours tightly, to the point where you were in pain. "P- please help me!"
You let out a harsh sigh. "No, i won't help you. Thanks to your very impolite behavior.â
âW- w- wait! What do you mean?! This is urgent, and you must help me!â The audacity, you curse him in your mind.
âI said no!â Those three words managed to make him angry instantly.
âYouâyou should know your place! Is it because you managed to tempt The Doctor with your body and face means you can do whatever you want?!â You winced at his words, it felt like you were being stabbed by a knife, even though you know that it's all not true.
âIf you will not tell that crazy man to free my friendâI will cut off your head, and present it to him.â You just looked at him in disgust thinking that he was a strange man. A disgusting strange man.
âFuck off!â You yell at him.
Long story short, you managed to release his grip. But you couldn't help but notice the bruise on your wrist. You are increasingly annoyed and decide to end all this in an âinelegantâ way; using your heels, you stomp on his feet full of revenge. It should hurt a lot, you think.
And when you saw his reaction of pain and screaming, you immediately ran as fast as you could. Your body feels like it's on autopilot when you subconsciously search for someone you know too wellâ A tall and pale skin man, with light blue and slightly wavy hair, which makes anyone know his identity. And makes anyone afraid and even begs for mercy.
And there he was, standing straight with his hands behind his back like always.
ââtore,â Your breath hitches but tries to reach for his name.
âDottore!â The manâ Dottore looked at you quickly, as if he had been looking for you all along. He opened his arms, making room for you to fall into his embrace again. And you (will) happily return to his arms.
âZandik!â You call his name once again, as if it were a spell that could make you happy for eternity. âYes, dear?â
He lifted your chin, making you look up at him. His hand moved to wipe away a few tears that had fallen. Ah, since when have i cried? Why did i cry?
âWhat happened?â His calm voice made you shudder. You tightened your grip on his white lab jacket. And you know it won't cause him any pain.
You shake your head. "Nothing happened."
âSomething happened,â His other hand, covered in a glove made especially for him, is now cupping your cheek. And his other hand, stroking your hair. âAm i right?â
The words are reluctant to come out and get stuck in your throat. You were too afraid to answer, too afraid to imagine what would happen to that stranger.
Silence enveloped the room. You only feel warmth, whether because of the heater in the room or because of Dottore's touch.
Knowing there would be no answer from you, dottore sighed. He placed you to sit on his desk. The desk was a little messy because of the papers, but there was still a place for you to sit.
Dottore's head lifted so he could see your face and what expression you were wearing right nowâ scared, with traces of tears.
His hand again rose to cup your cheek, then traced every curve on your face that he thought was beautiful. The touch felt strangely soft. Knowing that it was a touch from The Doctorâ someone who had killed many people in order to achieve perfect experimental results.
And when he was about to hold your hand, he noticed something. A bruise on your wrist, a fucking bruise. That somewhat pissed him off.
âWho did this to you?â You can easily tell that he is angry, by the way he talks and the questions he asks.
âItâsâ itâs just a random bruise i gotââ âStop lying.â
You were silenced quickly.
âYouâre always been patient when other people try to take advantage of you,â Dottore's calm voice was whispery. If he knew about it all along, why did he continue to comply with your request?
Dottore closed his eyes for a moment, trying to connect the dots. âSomeone asked you for help again? And you refuse, then they gets angry?â You nod.
âIs it a new employee?â You nod again.
âTell me about them.â You told him straight away.
Dottore nodded. He noted it in his mind.
Out of sudden, you cupped Dottore's face. Cold, is the first thing that comes to your mind. Everything about him was cold, and so was his skin. You saw his pale face, but you couldn't guess what expression he had behind his mask.
As if he could read your mind, he took off the mask that covered part of his face. He put the mask right next to you.
âYouâre not angry?â You ask, breaking the silence.
âWhy?â
âBecause i touch youâ i touch your face.â
âFoolish question. Absolutely no.â
Dottore's hand covered yours that was touching his face. Maybe dottore can see your cheeks are a little red right now. Maybe now that stranger is scared right now that you managed run away.
You kissed Dottore's forehead as a thank you.
âI'll take care of it quickly.â And you can't imagine what experiments Dottore would do to the stranger.
#konstelasiv fanfic#dottore x reader#dottore fluff#genshin dottore x reader#dottore x you#dottore x y/n#dottore x female reader#il dottore x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin scenarios#genshin impact imagines#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#genshin dottore#genshin hcs
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Fishies
Intro: In your dreams, this eel merman loves to bother you the most.
Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, Floyd is a warning in and of himself, mentions of homicide haha, reader is yuu, i dont think i followed the req very well my bad, u and floyd are like super totally normal besties i prommy ahaha no romance here nope no sir, not proofread im like super ded, the glitch text is funny to me, yandere floyd and reader if u like squint super hard
A/N: Updates are slowing down a lot, I know, I'm so so sorry. Unfortunately, my course and univ are kind of competitive, and as someone who hates studying, I've been forced to actually study. Gross, I know. This is for my 300 follower event, for @anonymousplant. I hope you like it.
Masterlist
Youâre a pretty normal person, at least, youâd like to think so.
But starting from when you were 5 years old, youâve had a permanent, recurring dream. You tell your parents of a rowdy merman that tends to linger in your subconscious: his sharp-toothed grin, his sparkly tail longer than his torso, his pretty fins that fluttered when you tried to touch them. They didnât believe you when you said he really liked trying to squeeze you to death, though they comfort you when you break into their room in the middle of the night sobbing your little heart out.
Yeah, Floyd is an asshole.
Thatâs his name, or at least, what he told you. Youâre not too inclined to debate him on that considering his fondness of wrapping his ridiculously long (and freakishly strong) tail around you, squeezing you at a momentâs notice.
You thank whatever deity is listening that you can breathe underwater in your dreams. He does not seem like the kind of guy who wouldnât drown you. You know, for fun. Every night when you fall asleep, you ready yourself to meet with your imaginary friend (thatâs what your parents called him, though you prefer the term imaginary acquaintance, at best).
âShrimpy! Youâre here, hehe~â
You look at him harshly with your arms crossed in front of your chest, âYouâre never this happy to see me. What do you want, fishy?â
âNeh, shrimpy~â the sparkles in his two-colored irises bring about a sense of fear in you, âdo you know what dreaming like this means?â
âThat I made up a weird eel merman in my mind?â
âIâm not made up. Donât be silly, shrimpy!â Floydâs tail slithers in the water, coiling around your legs, âJade and I learned about it yesterday. Youâre my soulmate!â
Ten-year-old you woke up in a nervous start.
Ew!
Why would you ever, ever, be caught dead being with someone like Floyd?! Heâs annoying, and a fish, and so if you got together youâd be a fish too! But you donât want to be a fish!
Your parents are surprised to find you in a very snappy mood the following morning.
âYou left so quick, shrimpy! You donât wanna be my soulmate?â
You snatch an iridescent fish swimming by, turning it into a big plushie with your dream powers. âBut youâre annoying,â you stick out your tongue, âso I donât want to be your soulmate.â
âEhâŠ?â
You glance at Floyd. He doesnât seem too happy with your wordsâin fact, his eyes are narrowed and heâs swimming slowly, closer and closer to you. âBut I like you so much, shrimpy~â he says, but thereâs no expression on his face. Heâs so, so uncomfortably close that you need to lean back to avoid touching him, âyou donât get to choose your soulmate, yâknow? So itâs not like you have a choice, hehe~ But if you really wanna be rid of me, I can always squeeze you âtil your eyes pop! If youâre dead, you wouldnât have a soulmate anymore. Shrimpy, arenât I so nice?â
âYou suck.â
You kick at the dream water and swim away from the giggling eel.
âWanna play chase, shrimpy? Okay~â
Heâs not too bad. At worst heâll get cuteness aggression and suddenly wrap himself around you, but most times youâre just chatting endlessly with him about what he calls âweird human thingsâ, and you pester him for details about ânormal fish thingsâ. He talks about his octopus friend that he refuses to call a friend, and how takoyaki is his favorite food in the same sentence. You talk about having to dissect a frog in science class which he found really funny somehow. He tells you about his twin brother and their shenanigans together. You tell him about how your parents, your friendsâno one believes you when you say that Floydâs real.
He says theyâre lame.
Youâve learned to keep him a well-guarded secret lest your parents recommend a mental hospital again, but he mustâve stuck himself real close to your heart when he starts becoming inseparable from your mind.
Heâs become a really good friend.
With Floyd, no moment is ever dull, even when youâre just sitting together on some dream-conjured rock, leaning on each other silently.
There is no second in a day in which youâre not thinking of him. Your favorite part of the day is going to sleep to see him each night, spending hours with his eccentric tendencies. The fish has become a very important part of your life.
(Your friends in school ask you who you like in a discussion about crushes. You ignore the fact that his name is on the tip of your tongue.)
Heâs your best friend. There is no secret you can keep from him, because despite Floydâs usual laissez-faire attitude, one change in your expression and heâs onto you. Youâd thought you would go through your entire life with him as your constant, you really did.
On your sixteenth birthday, heâs gone.
Not that he disappeared, but rather, you canât dream anymore. You wake up the next day with no memory of any dream, and it fills you with panic. Your stomach is churning like a void is forming insideâan integral part of yourself is missing and everything feels so, so wrong. You make your bed and head downstairs to eat breakfast. Your parents question your demeanor in concern for your well-being, and you force out a smile. You tell them youâre fine? Thereâs no need to worry them about the loss of your imaginary friend, right? Youâre okay. Maybe this is the change you needed. Youâll be an adult soon, and you canât dream of a weird eel merman forever.
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Why has he left you...?
Your vacation to your grandmotherâs house does nothing to ease your worries (but if she ever heard you sobbing your heart out alone in your room, she never said anything about it).
Thereâs an old mirror in your bedroom in your grandmotherâs house, owned by your late great grandparents. The floor length mirror is encased in an intricate gold frame, and itâs not too obvious until one night when youâd found yourself staring at it in a daze, but the reflection is off. Itâs tinged with a layer of purple light, translucent and barely visible unless you pay attention. You try to sleep (itâs been evading you for three days, since the night of your birthday), cozy in your fluffy blankets and a blue unicorn onesie that your grandma had bought to try to cheer you up.
Youâre woken by a bright light.
Careful, tiptoed steps lead you in front of the mirror. Your fingertips graze over its surface when a sudden force pulls you inâright in front of a crowd of a few hundred students.
So that was your first day in NRC.
Youâd say it was nothing particularly remarkable considering everyone in this place has some sort of superpower, but to be honest, they think youâre so intriguing because youâre magicless. In their eyes that made you weak.
Helpless.
NRC is just filled to the brim with budding sadists.
Your first night in NRC goes a lot different.
Itâs uncomfortable. The blankets and sheets are old and scratchy. The entire place is in disarray. Itâs filthy and dusty and youâre sure youâre one step away from falling right through the floorboards because of how creaky they are. But tiredness makes for the best sleeping aid, and youâre prepared for another night of nothing.
You miss Floyd.
Itâs a big shock when youâre met with your most beloved dreamscape instead of the void. Cold water that chills you to the bone, schools of colorful fish just passing by. Thereâs a long tail wrapped around a boulder, connected to a swaying half-human whoâs blankly staring at the jellyfish. Itâs all so familiar that your feet have acted before your brain has; youâre right next to him again.
(Itâs where you should be.)
âShrimpy!â
His voice is a welcome sound. His squeezing though, not so much.
âFloydâack! Ow ow ow!â
You almost swear you hear your ribs crack at some point with the way his tail and arms are putting pressure on it, but he only loosens his hold. He doesnât let go.
You donât mind that he doesnât want to.
âShrimpyâs so mean, whyâd you gotta go no contact like that? Itâs been so boring! I was super bummed, didnât even wanna leave my room for that lame ceremony. Did you sleep when I was awake or somethinâ?â he whines mournfully into your hair, âI thought⊠tsk, I told you soulmates arenât changeable. Were you tryinâ to stop dreaming again?â
âNo, the dreams just stopped,â you reply softly. Itâs so oddly comforting to be in his arms, it makes you sleepy even in your sleep.
âReally?â
âReally.â
âYou werenât tryinâ to stop seeing me again?â
âI wasnât. I promise.â
He hums, almost in relief.
(You donât feel his lips gently, so gently, leaving a kiss on your neck where heâd buried his head. Itâs so unlike him, but you make him act so weird.)
Grim wakes you up to look for breakfast in the cafeteria, and your time with your (platonic đ) soulmate is over all too quickly. But something is stuck in your mind as youâre trudging through dimly lit halls with cat in tow. You knew the name Night Raven College rang a bell, but for it to be the very same school that Floyd had been ranting about for a year is just so unexpected.
(Youâre finally in the same world.)
Then, is he here?
You didnât manage to tell him about your most recent adventures last night. Maybe you should ask around and see if anyone can point you in the correct direction. At least, that was your original plan. Before an almost-burnt statue, a broken chandelier, two idiots who are actually really fun to hang out with, an abandoned mine with hostile ghostsâŠyeah. It takes you at least three more days before you remember to ask about Floyd in the school. You wanted it to be a surprise, so you kept it a secret from him. Though you probably should have expected that with all the mischief youâd gotten up to, your name was bound to reach his ears sooner or later.
âWhat theâ?!â
âAck!â
âWoah!â
Your first real meeting with Floyd starts with your cat and your friends being pushed to the ground in a pile.
âShrimpy! Youâre in my school! And youâre the funny student thatâs been causing trouble? Now Iâm annoyed I missed orientation for the freshies,â he does not hug any looser in his human form, âcouldaâ seen you earlier. I couldaâ squeezed you earlier too~â
âToo tight, loosen up a bit please.â
âOkay~â
Ace and Deuce are looking up at you in shock with how casual you seem to be with him, but you pay their reactions no mind, only walking towards them with Floyd still wrapped around you, reaching out a hand to help them up.
(You donât notice Floyd glower at the trio, or the way his hold tightens ever so slightly.)
They donât take your hand, but you smile and introduce your best friend anyway. âGuys, this is Floyd. He and I have been in each otherâs dreams since forever,â you pat Floydâs arm thatâs slung over your shoulder, âhe says weâre soulmates but just ignore him, heâs kinda crazy. Itâs probably some freak coincidence.â
âThere you go again shrimpy, I thought we were over this? You still donât believe me even now?â
âSoulmates donât exist Floyd, donât think about it too much. You know youâre still my best friend.â
(Ace and Deuce look at each other. Neither of them want to be the one to tell youâ)
Soulmates are absolutely a thing.
And with the way that the big bad school bully, known for terrorizing at least half of the student population, is basically hanging off you, there was just no way that Floyd wasnât completely and absolutely enamored by his cute, magicless little soulmate.
They should probably warn Grim that the eel merman wouldnât be letting you sleep at Ramshackle tonight.
Or ever.
#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#gender neutral reader#x reader#twst x reader#floyd leech x reader#floyd x reader#floyd leech
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can u do chris bf headcanons
boyfriend headcanons âą chris sturniolo
a/n: ofc pookie!! thank you for the requestđ«¶
warnings: none
- chris would try to act a bit more âchillâ and ânonchalantâ before you guys date, but once itâs official he turns into the sweetest boy ever. he becomes almost soft spoken when it comes to you and you only.
- he goes to you for fashion advice since he canât really match clothes. you take him shopping and dress him up in a way that heâs comfortable with but also looks so fine. he might even make one of those tiktoks âmy style before and after my gf.â he also loves matching with you for sure.
- speaking of clothes, he LOVESSS when you wear his shirts and hoodies. it doesnât matter if theyâre baggy, tight, or well-fitted on you, he just thinks you look so beautiful in his clothes and he thinks itâs cute how giggly you get and how you burry your face in them admiring his lingering scent. heâll let you keep your fav hoodie of his too.
- he cannot go to sleep without you. we all know how heâs always sleeping in nick and mattâs rooms, but ever since you got together, he only sleeps in his bed, yours, or the couch but you HAVE to be there or else what else is he gonna cuddle??
- his favourite is when heâs the small spoon laying on top of you and resting his head on your chest (not for that reason but itâs def a bonus) and you playing with his hair till he falls asleep. if he wakes up and youâre separated heâll whine and cuddle closer to you.
- i think itâs a given that he likes when you play with his hair, itâs his weakness fr. but sometimes when youâre bored you start braiding his hair or trying different hairstyles on him like man bun, piggy tails, space buns or your personal favourite half up half down with some strands falling out. he acts like heâs annoyed when you do this but he melts at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.
- heâll just be looking up with heart eyes at you focusing so hard to perfect the hair style for him and secretly smiling every time you get excited at how cute he looks and the little kisses you cover his face with. heâs so whipped itâs crazy.
- heâs a part of the sassy men apocalypse idc. being in a relationship with chris is mostly joking around and poking fun at each other. so when heâs in a goofy mood and you shrug him off bc youâre busy or not focused heâll go âoh so you donât love me anymore?? i see.â
- âbabe literally whatâs more important than me rn this is insanity.â you always call each other bro but when hes feeling sassy and you call him bro heâll say, âare you bro/friend zoning me rn. what the fuck.â and sometimes he doesnât even respond and just crosses his arms dramatically looking away until you say his name or âbabe/babyâ
- he takes pictures of things he noted you like before eg. the sky, sunsets, flowers, cats, etc. and sends them to you bc it reminds him of you and he knows how excited you get over them.
- heâs a mamaâs boy i stand by that, so itâs important for him that you get along with mary lou, which you do! mary lou loves you so much he starts to get jealous of both of you because youâre âstealingâ his mom and youâre spending more time with her that chris starts to miss you.
- i feel like in general chris is a bit touch deprived, like in vids heâs always reaching for his brothersâ hands or resting on them, hugging them, leaning on them when laughing etc. now that he has you, you get all these little touches, playing with your fingers subconsciously, tracing circles on your thighs occasionally squeezing it, rests his arms on your shoulder when youâre standing somewhere, always hugging and kissing you on the cheek, forhead, corner of your lips, and even boops your nose sometimes đ.
- he definitely is always looking at you with loving heart eyes all the time that fans start to make edits of âthe way he looks at youâ and you both eat them up.
- when heâs sick he turns into a literal child, you have to baby him or else youâll never hear the end of his whining and complaining. but itâs okay bc when youâre sick he does the same.
- overall that man is just whipped for you fr and his brothers tease him for it sometimes but he doesnât care (he literally punches their arm almost every time and tells them to shut up but we move!)
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo fic#chris sturniolo headcanon#n6ptunova
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SUCCESS STORY! (w photo proof)
story:
ive been in the LOASS community for around a month now, so ive been wanting a vinyl record player for like a few months and last week i was looking through amazon like âoh these are so expensive..â and then i was like im literally a master manifestor why dont i manifest it??? like i completely forgot ab the law đđ
anyway so that week i was just affirming to myself a few times a day like âoh yea i have a vinyl record player now!!â, i did SATS bc its fun, i talked to myself pretending i was talking to my friends bragging about my vinyl player, i searched online for new vinyl records to buy to play, and just STAYED IN THE STATE of having my record player. i didnt affirm 10k times, just everytime i thought of it to REMIND MYSELF i have it.
i ABSOLUTELY DID NOT waver. i did NOT get nervous about not seeing it in the 3d, bc i reminded myself i already have it so its fine. the law NEVER fails. so theres no room for failure. i lived in my imagination ion playing songs on my vinyl record player, (bc i LOVE visualization, if you love affirming then affirm for it instead!!) everytime i was like âi cant wait for my vinyl playerâ or âis it gonna be here?â or âhows it gonna come?â ECT i IMMEDIATELY flipped those thoughts with WHAT? i already have my record player wdym
tldr, i convinced my subconscious that i HAVE a vinyl record player, and since i lived in the 4d (imagination) where i have it, it reflected in the 3d bc thats the LAW. anyway, i wake up and theres a package at the door addressed to my name and i was so confused bc i dont order things. my parents had no idea where it was from and when i opened it, IT WAS A RECORD PLAYER RAHHH!!!
i literally SCREAMED yall i was like NO WAY. but i was also rlly confused so i looked at the address it came from and it was my aunt who lives a state away. (but we r REALLY CLOSE) so i called her and she was like âsurprise!!! i know you love music so i decided to buy one for you because it was on sale.â and i was like OH ,Y GOD!! keep in mind she had NO CLUE i wanted a record player bc it never came up, and she NEEVR buys me gifts unless its my birthday or smthn which is in like 2 months. CIRCUMSTANCES DONT MATTER!
anyway here it is!!
i put a piece of paper w my @ next to it bc alot of bloggers r being called out for lying, and i dont want people to lose trust.
(the second pic is on my floor, first on my bed.)
if u guys have any questions feel free 2 ask!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO @coquetteprincesss @nakedbibi333 @fleurlx @miracledarling @aphrodieties @blushydior @cinefairy @gorgeouslypink @heliosoll @hhtpsjup1ter @oonasempire @piercedblunt @remcycl333 @voidprincessblog YOU GUYS ALWAYS HELP ME SO MUCH!!! i love all ur blogs tysm for ur help w the law â€ïž
#success story#loa blog#affirm and persist#law of assumption#neville goddard#states of consciousness#manifesting#loa success#states loa
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Jealous much?
Characters: Solivan Brugmansia/gn!reader
C/w: jealousy, friends to lovers troupe, reader helps Solivan with some bullies, Crowe and his feelings for the reader, Sol takes care of reader <3
A/n: I might make a sequel to this post cause..why not? I have at least 3 more works in progress of tkatb so stay tuned for more >:3. This was SUPPOSED to be more early but with graduation and my summer job its been hectic đ (not proofread)
Rain drops fell gently onto the surfaces that it could. The cloudy and cold atmosphere bringing back unwanted memories for me. It took me back to when I was a happy child running around the fields that my family owned. Why did fate had to be this way? I couldn't relish in the sad moment for long, my life had changed, some may think for the better, but in all honesty, I've lost myself in it.
The city life was not for the weak, especially in this society that judges you based on your backgrounds. Hallways and classrooms were empty as I walked by, meaning another day where I would stay behind until the sun rised up, studying in the library. It felt depressing, well, it was. Even with all my friends who share classes with me, Iâve never felt a sense of comfort around anymore. Upon arrival, I sighed gently while scanning my library card, heading towards my favorite spot and to hopefully meet him again: Solivan Brugmansia, the same man who I aided long ago.
Some bullies had cornered him, if it werenât for me, he couldâve gotten bruised up badly(or so I thought). Solâs strength was enough to not be messed around with yet, he was always careful with me. His long, black hair with green stripes was noticeable from afar, a smile subconsciously appeared across my features, walking towards him with my books in one arm and a cup of coffee in my hand.
âHiâ I spoke, my voice a mear whisper as he smiled, kissing my cheek while allowing me to sit beside him.
âHey..thanks for the coffee, I saved your seat in hopes youâd be hereâ His gaze remained on the hoodie I wore, a purple-ish one with some designs around it, though I could tell something bothered him.
âAw, thatâs real sweet of you Sol..!â Taking the vacant seat by the window, Solâs eyes returned to the book at hand, analyzing the text while taking a casual sip or two after some pages. I placed my books aside, taking out my computer and working on some last details for an upcoming presentation.
âIs that sweater youâre wearing someone elseâs?â The question caught me off guard while Sol closed the book, his attention returning towards me as I continued to type away
âCrowe made me borrow it, he said it would get cold during the night, even if I insisted it was fineâ A glint of jealousy made his eyes glimmer with a bit of rage, directed towards Crowe who had the audacity, in Solâs words, to lend me something of his. After the small talk, we returned to our devices while Solâs cup inched close to me. Which I thought nothing of it until the, now warm, liquid splashed against Croweâs hoodie.
âSol! Ah..what am I going to do now?â My eyes widened as the panic settled in. Pouted lips looking down at the mess that occurred while Sol spoke.
âI can wash it, and hand it over tomorrow..if you donât mind?â The offer was tempting, and besides, the washing machine at my apartment had broken down. It was like an angel had been sent down from the heavens truly.
âReally? Well, if youâre offering..â With a smile, Sol helped me take the sweater off, folding it and placing it in his backpack. Was he really concerned or jealous by me wearing it? After an hour or so spent in the library, my sleepy eyes gazed over at Solâs figure that had finished his book a few minutes prior 11:00pm.
His eyes turned to stare at me, as if, he knew I was staring beforehand. The library air making goosebumps arise on my skin as Sol noticed. A small warmth wrapped around my body, making me sigh while laying my hand down onto the table, resting for a bit as he smiled.
It was past noon when I woke up in a different place rather than the library. A soft, warm bed beneath me made contrast to the heavy rain pouring outside, making me groan and stretch my limbs, still remaining in the bed as the door suddenly opened. Solivan stood outside, entering shortly after while smiling, his body beside my own as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
âMn, how did I get here?â Too tired to even acknowledge the strength he had to take me here, in his home, I was glad he did. The moment didnât last long as I was now wide awake, staring up at the crimson eyes that gently creased while smiling
âYou were tired and..we couldnât stay at the library for too long, I hope you donât mindâ Room infused by Solâs cologne made my heart flutter, it seemed he recently got out of the shower. Soft damp hair met my face as I buried it on the crook of his neck. Our actions were far too intimate to call this as âonly friendsâ. Every reasonable thought left me as Sol wrapped an arm around my back, lips caressing my forehead and cheeks while smiling.
âItâs okay, you know I trust you Sol..â More rain could be heard from his room, creating a cozy and cold atmosphere around us. There was no one else Iâd rather be with during these moments, so close yetâŠ
âAre you hungry? I made some soup earlier..perfect for this weather, isnât it?â I nodded, watching as he parted away from my body. Planting a kiss on my neck while walking towards the kitchen. The fresh and soft aroma of the miso soup he prepared made my stomach rumble with hunger
âYou always make the best food Solâ Now reachinh the kitchen area, I sat by one of the bar stools, admiring the pink apron he wore. A bowl was later on placed in front of me, its contains making me smile as Sol spoke
âMn? You really think so?â He asked, grabbing a bowl for himself. Standing in front of me while meeting my gaze, smiling as he enjoyed eating with me.
âMhm! Thereâs no one elseâs food that Iâd enjoy then yours..â A hand was placed on my cheek, staring at Sol who leaned towards me, our lips meeting briefly as he smiled.
âThen..I wouldnât mind cooking meals for you, my darling.â We shared another short but sweet kiss while smiling. Sol quickly went to wash the dishes, later returning to his bedroom, hand in hand. Warm touches graces my skin as Sol filled my embrace, kissing my face while sighing in peace.
Sequel (coming soon)
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iâm an angst comfort GIRL so if you would be interested in writing anything maybe about childhood friends enzo and reader where itâs right people wrong time for years ( definitely mutual feelings, maybe reader always thought enzo was too good for them so they never really thought they had a chance but is oblivious to the fact that enzo was head over HEELS for them but was worried about dragging them into the spotlight as he grew more famous) until they finally end up together iâd be thrilled!! ofc no matter what thank you so much!! have a great day/night!!â€ïžâ€ïž
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Starry night | Enzo Vogrincic
Synopsis: Sharing feelings has always been challenging, but under the starry sky, sitting right beside his childhood friend on the eve of his movie premiere party, Enzo confesses a love that has lingered his heart since he was seven.
Word count: 1.5k
Content: Enzo Vogrincic/Reader, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluffy overall, no explicit content, focus on emotions, and strong affection for Enzo, references to ghibli's movies.
a/n: hi there !! i hope you guy enjoy this i pulled an all nighter just to write it lmaooo so bear with me if there's any typos or such; english isn't my first language, but I hope it's a good read!
- xoxo Kara âĄ
Time slips away so quickly.
Beneath the starry sky, the weight of its passing moments engulfs you like a fuzzy tidal wave, heavy and suffocating. Sinking beneath its weight has become your routine.
A soft, resigned sigh escapes your lips, the midnight air crisp on your tongue, turning into vapor in the summer night. Beyond your sight, stars burn in tandem, the cosmos vast and immersive. The moon, tonight, is a big blob of reflected sunlight, smiling tenderly, casting a soothing glow like a mother's voice.
In the familiarity of the sight, there's comfort. The moon, always there, in crescents or hidden by clouds, a constant in a changing world. What a peculiar and lovely thing it is to be under the celestial dance, where even the moon, with its timeless presence, seems to join the ever-moving cosmic ballet.
As you lay on the rooftop, the distant melody of music from the house below reaches your ears. It's a reminder of shared laughter, playful banter, and the bond you once had with Enzo. The thought of losing him, not just as a childhood friend but as this life partner makes you wanna cry right there.
Another second lost, as you gaze into the nothingness of space. Time keeps passing you by, never stopping âseconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into months. that incessant moving of the hands of the clock; tick, tock, tick, tock. over and over again.
and, really, it's a little bit scary. you think you might be terrified of time. you're so afraid, afraid of being left behind, afraid that the world will turn its back on you and then walk away. afraid that everyone and everything will change shape before you know it
The music serves as a soundtrack to your memories, a bittersweet symphony echoing through the night. Enzo, your companion through the years, feels like he's slipping away, and the weight of that potential loss is heavy against the backdrop of the starlit sky.
But even in this always-changing, turbulent mess of a life
one thing remains the same;
"Ah, there you are," Enzo's voice, honeyed and familiar, breaks the silence. A small smile graces your lips at the sight of him.
That voice...
honeyed and smooth, but still rough around the edges, just a little husky. Deep and familiar, etched into your brain; even if you were to forget everything else, you're sure you'd still remember it. That familiar voice. It sounds like moonlit nights, and sunkissed kitchens.
it sounds like coming home.
A turn of your head. it's a subconscious reaction, as natural as the beating of your own heart, memorized down to the very marrow of your bones â muscle memory, to seek him out after hearing the low timbre of his voice. You do it as if it's the only thing worth hearing.
And Enzo is smiling, when your eyes meet his. That gentle upward tug of his lips, small yet sincere. The one that always puts your mind at ease.
"How'd you know I'd be up here?" you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.
"Lucky guess," Enzo replies, his grin revealing the comfort of shared moments.
Of course, he knew. Tracking you down was his thing, always has been. Like that time when he found you concealed under a table at your twelfth birthday party or the time he discovered you teary-eyed in the woods during your school field trip.
Finding you always comes easy to Enzo. Almost like he's always seeking you out, subconsciously or otherwise, always paying attention to your movements. You go south, and he follows, you go north, and he's already waiting up ahead.
"Damn, how'd you know?" you playfully pout, looking into him.
"I always know, silly" Enzo confesses softly, his eyes holding a warmth that speaks volumes. "I've known you since we were seven"
A gentle inhale passes between you as the silence settles, the moon casting its glow on your shared history.
"I thought you might be too busy with, you know, the whole famous actor thing," you admit trying to make it a joke but insecurity creeps into your words. "Congratulations on that, i always knew you'd make it"
The whole party underneath you both was for Enzo, you felt kind of stupid for leaving so suddenly, after all tonight's was Enzo's night. But before he realized it, you had slipped away, seizing the chance as soon as others grew too drowsy to take notice.
But he always notices you.
And he's worried. just a bit, is what he tells himself but truthfully it's more than that.
You look small, enzo thinks, curled up with your knees to your chest. Sitting all alone up on the roof of his home, a place you'd always go to on nights when you couldn't sleep. Together, sharing whispered secrets and hushed laughter until the sun began to rise again. Back then, it felt like the two of you were the only ones awake in the whole world.
(the safest world he's ever known.)
The distance between you grows narrower, as enzo makes his way over to you - and it always does, at the end of the day. No matter how much time you spend apart, that uncomfortable distance always, always ends up broached. One of you always moves closer. As if it's unavoidable, two planets spinning around each other's orbit.
Enzo sits down right next to you, crossing his legs and leaning back. his knee bumps against the side of your shoe, and his shoulder grazes yours. It's natural, as natural as the glow of the moon, this closeness between you. It reminds you of the gentle lapping of the ocean waves of Punta del este at your bare ankles; on mellow summer days when you were 10 and went to a trip with your parents and Enzo's, comforting and familiar. A warmth that never goes away.
The moon bathes the rooftop in a gentle glow as Enzo chuckles in response to your teasing remark. "Busy? Yeah, it gets a bit crazy, but it's moments like these that remind me of what truly matters. And you know im never too busy for you." He shifts, a thoughtful expression on his face, as he gazes at the city below.
A brief inhale, and your heartbeat settles into a tender rhythm again. The scent that always lingers on Enzo's skin drifts throughout the air, mingling with your own â it can be hard to distinguish between the two, with how often you end up wearing each other's clothes, but you could never mistake it for anything else. Cedarwood and earl gray, with a hint of coconut-scented shampoo enveloping every single one of your senses, grounding you in a way nothing else can.
Leaning just a little closer to him, subconsciously, youet a fond exhale slip from your lips. Barely audible. And Enzo mimics it.
The silence between you is a comfortable one. Always has been. A little fickle, always shattered by one of you before long âusually you, though enzo isn't much better. But this time, he stays silent.
He's waiting. You know he is, because he always does.
He's waiting, waiting for you to break the silence first. Waiting for you to say something, tell him what's wrong, explain why you're up here instead of celebrating with the others. Waiting for you to explain why your eyes have looked so tired, this past week.
Enzo is nothing if not patient. So he waits, unbothered by the silence. Admiring the stars, and the flicker of their light. A vague worry simmers in his chest, however, and he can't stop himself from glancing down at you every now and then.
An insatiable yearning to soothe you gnaws at his heart
âbut he can't, not unless you let him.
A sigh drops from your lips, suddenly. Deep and heavy, ike a rock thrown into the depths of a lake. The silence breaks.
"En...?"
The guy stays quiet, just humming inquisitively. He avoids eye contact, showing respect. He figures you'll spill what's on your mind more comfortably without him staring.
Your fingers lightly tap the rooftop tiles out of habit. You take in a bit of the midnight airâit's got that summer taste. "Remember how we first met?"
Enzo glances at you, surprise flickering in his eyes. He can't resist the urge to peek at your face, savoring your expression. Then, a chuckle escapes him. "Are you feeling sentimental?" he teases, a playful note in his voice, light and airy like seafoam. "Did you come out here just to reflect?"
The corners of his lips lift when he hears you huff, pulling your legs closer with a furrowed brow. Cheek pressed against your kneecap, you meet his gaze.
"Come on," you whine, pouting childishly, a trick you know will make him give in. "Just indulge me a little."
Enzo smiles, soft around the edges, radiating unmistakable fondness. He always indulges you. "Of course I do," he assures you.
The quiet settling between your words holds a tender understanding, a silent agreement.
"Of course, I remember. How could I forget? You broke into my backyard."
A sigh, weighty and pointed, escapes your lips. Enzo fights back a grin; his eyes dance with teasing mischief in the darkness as you shoot a glare his way.
"Okay, first of all," you begin, "I didn't break into anything. I climbed over the fence. Peacefully."
Enzo raises a brow. "That literally doesn't matter; it's still trespassing."
"I was seven years old!"
"Damn! Some of you criminals start young."
Another playful huff escapes you as you halfheartedly attempt to sound annoyed. Unsuccessful, you hide your growing smile by tucking your face into your knees. "Whatever."
Then your gaze shifts, drawn to the expanding starry sky, the vibrant flicker of the moon like a moth to a flame, helpless to its charms. It resembles a giant sponge cake, reminiscent of the ones you and Enzo used to make when that was the only recipe you knew â you'd eat from the batter, and he'd scold you. Then he'd do the same when your back was turned.
A smile graces your lips. In each star, a new memory unfolds, and the warm nostalgia surrounding you makes your heart feel exposed. "I just wanted to pet Ada" you reminisce, softly rememberig how little the cat was back then.
Enzo nods, his gaze directed at you, reveling in the expression on your face â tranquil and at ease, a bit more of yourself. Effortlessly lovely, bathed in moonlight. "Yeah, I remember."
He lets the memory carry him away for a moment or two, recalling the sight of you all those years ago, an unfamiliar child in his backyard. It was as if you had fallen from the sky â quiet and shy, yet with an excited glimmer in your eyes as you looked at his cat.
"You just pointed to her and expected me to understand," he continues, a grin blooming on his face, hopelessly endeared. "You were so shy back then."
A raise of your eyebrow. "Um? I'm still shy?"
Enzo gives you a look. He doesn't have to say anything â it's written all over his face. The classic Vogrincic look, the kind where you can tell he's itching to say, "Oh, really now?" The kind where he tries to appear judgmental but never quite manages to hide the amusement in his eyes.
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and Enzo smiles once more, utterly captivated by your joy.
"Then we watched movies at my place,"
You hum. "It was fun."
"Yeah," he agrees.
Another spell of silence descends, tender and incredibly precious. The air is cool but not enough to make you shiver â a mild summer night, gentle on your skin and light on your heart. A soft breeze tousles your hair, and in the distance, cicadas buzz â a familiar, unchanging sound.
(If only everything else could remain the same, too.)
"Do you remember what movie it was?"
A lazy smile graces Enzo's lips as he turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised.
"Is there a point to this, or are you just trying to make mâ"
"I just wanna reminisce."
Enzo pauses, observing your gaze as it wanders across the landscape, from the moon to the distant city lights. Absentmindedly fidgeting with the strings of your hoodie, you seem a bit lost, your eyes forgotten within the depths of the endless night sky.
No more teasing, he decides, choosing a more delicate approach. He answers your question softly, as if each octave of his voice could potentially cause you harm. "Whisper of the Heart," he reveals.
A little nod follows your hum of agreement. "Thats a top-tier one."
Enzo shifts his gaze away, muttering something under his breath. Still audible, though. "Spirited Away takes the cake..."
Catching a glimpse of your unimpressed look, he suppresses a soft laugh. His teeth graze his lip gently, just enough to avoid any sting.
"You're so basic," you playfully grin.
"You just want to feel special," Enzo retorts, quick on the uptake. "And you only like it because of Seji."
"You're only a Spirited Away fan because of Haku!"
Enzo closes his eyes, leans back a bit, crossing his arms in a somewhat childlike manner â a move aimed at drawing out laughter. "I don't know what you're talking about," he pretends.
"Oh, come on," you scoff. "Do you really think I've forgotten your sudden "enlightenment"?"
"Hm? What's that?" Feigning confusion, Enzo puts a hand to his ear, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "You'll have to come closer; I can't hear you from here."
Another unimpressed look accompanies your exhale, a mix of a scoff and a chuckle. "If I get any closer, I'll be in your lap, goofball."
Enzo bites his cheek gently, holding back the words that almost slip off his tongue.
(He wouldn't mind)
"Sorry, can you repeat that?" A playful nudge meets his shoulder as you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
The banter fades away as quickly as it came. Then, smiles break out across both your faces simultaneously, the atmosphere shifting into something more sincere. Doesn't it always when you're gazing at the starry sky with the one you love most?
As Enzo continues, his voice takes on that softer tone once againâthe one thats only reserved for you. "I always liked imagining us as them," he confesses. "Me as Haku, and you as Chihiro."
A soft blink, and your smile sweetens like syrup. "...That's amusing," you cross your legs, palms flat against the roof, knee comfortably leaning against Enzo's. "I always thought of us as Seiji and Shizuku."
There's a distant look in your eyes, something Enzo can't look away from. Tentatively, his fingers press into the skin of his palms, and he speaks, absentminded and a bit uncertain. ".. they get married at the end, don't they?"
A pause, then your gaze locks onto Enzo's, suddenly mischievous â and he regrets opening his mouth.
"Oh?" you purr, almost beaming, closing the distance like a
predator sizing up its prey. "Oh, really? Is this a proposal, Mr. Vogrincic?"
"I'm just stating facts" he quips, hands raised in defense, hoping you won't notice the red tint creeping up his neck, hidden by the night.
"Incorrect facts," you grin. Whether you catch the blush or not, you don't mention it. "They get engaged, not married. Big difference."
Enzo huffs, small, trying to suppress a smile. The beat of his heart is faint, a gentle rhythm stirred by every move you make. He pushes back the words he longs to say. "I wouldn't mind that, either."
Once again, silence envelops you, weaving around the space between you. It's comforting, just being like this; you and your best friend under the moon's soft glow. As if you're the sole inhabitants of an otherwise vacant universe, free from space and time.
Like the night could pause and stretch on forever.
Yet, there's an unspoken question lingering. One Enzo is still waiting for you to answer. One you won't address until he does the same.
Both of you have noticed, even if no one else has â the turmoil in your eyes, the fatigue under his. Those subtle signs of stress as everything around you keeps twirling on, as the future approaches with every passing day.
"Remember how school felt like it would last forever, and now... it's all just a blur."
Enzo's eyes light up with nostalgia. "Yeah, the days when we believed we could conquer the world. Time goes by so quickly." He pauses, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "But hey, we had some pretty great adventures."
A soft laugh escapes you. "Adventures, mischief, and a fair share of detentions. I miss those days."
Enzo grins, "Our secret base, the pranks we pulled, and the dreams we shared. Life was simpler back then."
You sigh, "Simpler, but full of possibilities. Now everything feels like it's rushing by, and I can't keep up."
Enzo reaches for your hand, offering a comforting squeeze. "You're not alone in feeling that way. I miss the simplicity too, but some things haven't changed." He looks into your eyes, his gaze holding a depth of emotions.
"Yeah, your talent and that dream that's not a dream anymore En. Its now your reality, and I'm so proud of you, I'd always knew you'd make it" You said with a nostalgic smile on your face.
Deep down, you knew you'd end up losing him; he had everything to succeed in the industry.
Enzo meets your gaze, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart... It means a lot to hear that from you."
As Enzo utters the endearment "sweetheart," a fluttering sensation courses through your stomach, a delicate dance of butterflies that seems to synchronize with the newfound warmth in your chest. With a surge of emotions enveloping you, you can't help but wrap your arms around Enzo's body, hugging him tightly and feeling the size difference between the both of you. A murmured "of course" escapes your lips.
The moonlight paints a soft glow around you both, and the distant sounds of the party create a gentle background melody. Enzo takes a moment after the hug, collecting his thoughts, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.
"There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, You know?" He starts, catching your eye. "Oh look who's reflecting now" You say as you laugh softly. "What is it?"
"These moments, right here, remind me of the times when life was simpler, and we were just two kids dreaming under the same sky." He pauses, searching for the right words.
"You know, when we were younger, I used to take you to the cinema, to the lake, even on your 15th birthday... Each time, I wanted to tell you something important, but I never found the right moment. It's been on my mind, and I'm tired of postponing it."
Your heart quickens at his words, confusion mingling with anticipation. Enzo's expression shifts, becoming more serious yet tender.
"Do you remember those times? I was trying to say that..." He hesitates a little, his eyes looking straight into yours, noticing how every single star can fit on your gaze "I'm in love with you. From the days of our childhood adventures to now, you've always been the girl of my dreams. I wanted to share my success with you because you've been my constant, my anchor."
The weight of his confession hangs in the air, and your mind races to process the revelation. Enzo continues, "I know that recently the world sees me as this actor, but to you, I just want to be Enzo. The boy you've known since we were seven. I'm tired of hiding my feelings, and I didn't want to lose another moment without letting you know."
Silence stretches between you, the memories of your shared past intertwining with the present. You're caught between the familiarity of nostalgia and the unexpected confession, yet, suddenly, some things start to make sense.
Enzo's eyes search yours, vulnerable and earnest.
"En, wait... what do you mean? In love with me? Like, as a friend or...?" Your words trail off, searching for clarity.
Enzo takes a deep breath, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. You can feel him shaking. "No I mean, romantically in love with you. Since we were kids, I've tried to tell you, but I never found the right moment."
Your eyes widen, replaying moments in your mind. "Wait, are you saying all those times â the cinema, the lake, my 15th birthday â you wanted to confess your feelings?"
Enzo nods, a mix of vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes. "Exactly. I kept hoping for the perfect moment, but life just kept moving too fast"
Your mind races, grappling with the revelation. Enzo continues, "What im trying to say is you've been the girl of my dreams since i can remember. I wanted to share my success with you, not just as an actor but as the person who's been my constant through it all."
Silence envelops the rooftop, the city of Montevideo below seemingly hushed in anticipation. Enzo looks at you, his expression a mosaic of hope and uncertainty.
After a moment of processing, you break into a soft laugh. "Enzo, this is... I... i just never saw this coming... oh my god"
With a warm smile, Enzo pulls you into a hug, and you reciprocate, embracing the familiarity of his presence. "Its okay if you dont feel the same... but I... I've just been carrying this for so long; it feels good to finally share it with you." He says with a sad tone.
As you're held in Enzo's embrace, the vulnerability of the moment encourages you to share your own feelings. "Enzo, no... Its not that, its just that I... I never thought you'd see me that way. I always felt like you were way too good for me, like I'd never be enough, so i always thought it'll be pointless to confess because you'll end up leaving me... And its just the thought of losing you as a friend and now knowing you've felt this way for so long, it's just overwhelming."
Enzo loosens the hug, gently holding your shoulders as he looks into your eyes. "You were always more than enough. I never wanted to risk our friendship, but holding back these feelings became harder as time went on. Our friendship means the world to me, and the fear of losing you kept me silent."
Tears glisten in your eyes as you continue, "I spent so many nights up here on this rooftop, wondering if I was just another friend among many for you. I never thought I could be the one you'd be in love with."
Enzo wipes away a tear with his thumb, a tender smile on his face. "You were never just another friend. You were the one who understood me, laughed with me, and stood by me through it all. And I've been in love with you since we were kids."
The weight of unspoken emotions finally laid bare, you share a bittersweet laugh. "Guess we were both too scared to ruin what we had."
Enzo nods, his hand now resting on your cheek. "Maybe, but holding back feels like a bigger risk now. I don't want to waste any more time, not when i don't know how much of it we have left"
As the moonlight bathes both of you, you take a deep breath and finally say, "Enzo, I've always been in love with you too."
A shared understanding and a newfound honesty linger in the air as Enzo leans in and his lips meets yours in a tender kiss, a culmination of years of unspoken emotions and shared moments. In that intimate exchange, the rooftop becomes a sanctuary for a new beginning, and just for that moment: time seems to stand still.
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Revenge
KTH X Reader
Summary: When your friend starts acting better than you, you decide to get back at her by seducing her boyfriend.
Genre: Mostly smut, angst, fluff
Warnings: unprotected sex, dom!Tae x sub!reader, rough-ish, slight choking, comparison, oral (m & f), boob play, aftercare.
A/N: lmk if yâall want a part 2 and if u have any requests feel free to send them in!
âIâm on my way, are you home?â You spoke to your friend through your phone, making your way to her apartment. Except, you knew she wasnât home. She had classes until 5pm and it was 3:30 now.
âI still have class for more than an hour,â she sighed into the phone. âBut Taehyung is home today so he can let you in. Iâll let him know.â You smiled to yourself, but of course you knew that already.
âAlright, thanks!â You wished her good luck in her class and hung up, shoving your phone into your purse.
You purposely asked your friend to come over today because you knew she didnât end classes until 5pm and her teacher always ran classes late, you also knew that on Wednesdays her boyfriend, Taehyung, was always home at noon.
Your friend had been a total bitch lately, inviting her boyfriend out on girls nights, acting like sheâs better than you because of him and putting you down constantly. It wasnât his fault of course, he was gorgeous and always apologized when sheâd tricked him into going out with the girls.
Her attitude has been really getting on your nerves recently, and you knew exactly how to get her back. You had to get to her through her boyfriend, that was her most obvious weak point. If she ever knew her precious boyfriend was buried in some other girl it would ruin her, and itâs not like this is the first thing youâve tried. Sheâd never reacted to you saying it to her face or making it obvious with body language, so this was a last resort that you werenât opposed to.
You buzzed into the apartment and made your way to the top floor where your friendâs apartment was. You knocked on the door, shifting your bag slightly so that you could hike your skirt up a bit. It only took Taehyung a few seconds to open the door.
âHey, y/n, come on in!â He moved to the side and flashed you a friendly smile.
âHey Tae, sorry Iâm so early.â You apologized, bowing your head slightly and moving past him.
âOh donât worry about it, youâre always a delight to have around.â He promised, following you as you sat down on the comfy leather couch. You took your bag off and set it on the coffee table, sending a puff of your perfume in his direction. âI- um..â he stuttered, thinking about what he was going to say. âI wanted to apologize about the other night, I have to stop going along with her.â
âItâs not your fault, Tae. Itâs like she only calls these girls nights to invite you,â you raise and eyebrow at him, making him blush.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks, leaning closer subconsciously.
âWeâll all she does is talk about you,â you rolled your eyes. âAnytime I try to talk to her our conversation somehow always leads to her talking about you.â
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a curiosity that you couldnât fully read. âI didnât know she spoke about me that much, it must be tiring hearing about me all the time.â He chuckled, you smiled back at him.
âOh itâs fine, I think it helped me get to know you better,â you shrugged. He nodded, letting out an awkward laugh. âDo you mind if I have something to drink?â You asked, batting your eyes.
âOh, yea of course.â Taehyung got up and you followed him to the kitchen. You went over to the window and leaned a little so that you could see farther, knowing your skirt was riding up.
âDo you want-â you heard him take a sharp inhale and you turned to look at him. âIce.â He finished. His cheeks were rosy and he tried his best to keep his eyes on yours and away from your ass.
âSure thing,â you smiled at him innocently, standing up straight again. He nodded, swallowing hard and turning back to the fridge. The veins in his arms on the surface of his skin as he pressed the button for the ice. âThanks Tae,â you took the glass and brought it to your lips.
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. âSo uh.. what are you girls up to today?â He was referring to you and his girlfriend, you took a step closer to him, your hands brushing together on the counter. He left his hand there, not flinching away.
âShe asked to hang out and I was only free today, we might go swimming.â You shrugged, you had your bathing suit on under your clothes, which werenât very heavy to begin with. You wore a white dress shirt your dad gave you and a small flowy black skirt.
âOh that sounds fun,â he said, barely paying attention when your fingers started playing with his own. Your fingers tangled with his, your hand fitting perfectly into his larger one. âYour hands are soft.â
âYours are warm,â you replied, teeth coming out to bite your bottom lip. You pulled away and you heard him sigh, you finished your water and put it in the sink. You scratched your back, purposely pulling on the string of your bikini.
You gasped, reaching around with your opposite hand. âYou okay?â Taehyung cocked his head to the side, furrowing his brows.
âThe back of my bikini came undone,â you pouted, starting to unbutton your shirt. âMy roommate helped me tie the back, I canât do it on my own.â His eyes widened when you pulled the front of the shirt open, your top barely covering your nipples, hanging loosely off your shoulders. âCan you help me?â
âYea, sure.â He moved forward a little too quickly, he helped you get the shirt off your arms and he threw it on the counter behind him.
You took a step closer to him so one of his legs has between yours, his fingers gently brushed your back a few times while he was tying your top back on. His hands moved up to move your hair over your shoulder.
âIs that too tight?â He asked, running his fingers under the string.
âItâs perfect,â you turned back to face him. When you turned, you purposely stumbled over his foot and lost balance. He grabbed your hips and somehow ended up pinning you to the counter, you gripped onto his shoulders to stabalize yourself.
At that moment he lost it, the look in your eyes burning holes into his own. âYouâre perfect,â he growled. Taehyung put his hands on the counter behind you, pressing his body against yours. âThereâs no way you came here just to hang out with Aerra,â he licked his lips, smouldering eyes staring into your soul.
âYouâre right, thatâs not why I came here today.â Your eyes wandered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. âAerraâs just been talking about you so much that I have to see what all the hype was about,â you admitted. âAnd I figured that this might stamp down her huge ego.â
âHuh, so you came here, dressed all slutty just for me, is that right?â He tilted his head, smiling at you with a mischievous hint. âI bet you purposely loosened your top huh? Just so I would touch you,â he tsked.
You moved your hands down his torso, hooking your hands in the waistline of his jeans and holding his hips against yours. âThatâs right,â you licked your lips, thumbs rubbing the skin that was dented in the shape of his v line. âWhat are you gonna do about it? Gonna tell you shadow?â You pouted, mocking the man who was practically on top of you.
âYouâre so wrecked,â he smashed his lips to yours. You moved your lips passionately against your own, hands creeping around his neck and to the back of his head, keeping his face close to yours. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, his warm hands squeezing your bare skin.
Taehyung moved his hands down to your hips, moving back for a fraction of a segment. âJump,â he instructed. You complied immediately, and he lifted you onto the counter.
You grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him back against yours, one of his hands came to rest on your thigh. One of his hands came up to grip your face, he pulled away from you and held your head at an upward angle.
âYou smell so good,â he breathed, attaching his lips to your neck with a neediness youâd never experienced before.
âUh Tae,â you moaned, his soft lips sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck. His lips wandered from under your jaw to your shoulder, leaving red blotches that would likely turn purple. âI wonder what else your mouth can do,â your breathing was shaky as he pulled back.
âYea baby?â His hand moved farther up your thigh, thumb slipping between the fabric of your bikini and your core. His thumb rubbing against your clit expertly, making your body twitch and grab onto his arm.
âOh my god Tae, please, please I need you.â You begged, looking up at the man in front of you.
âCome with me,â he helped you off the counter and rested his hand on your ass, leading you down the hallway and into his bedroom. âStrip for me,â he demanded, moving past you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
You poked your lip with your nail, your hands travelled down your body, pulling at the hem of your skirt. As soon as it was loose on your hips you let it slide down to the floor, you pulled the string of your bikini and pulled it over your head. âCloser, baby,â he requested.
You complied, moving close enough Taehyung so that you stood between his legs. His hands ran up your thighs, going up to your waist and settling on your hips, he was eye level with your tits.
He brought one of his hands up and squished your breast between his fingers, cupping it in his hand and moving closer. His lips brushed against the plush skin of your breast, sucking marks into the sensitive skin.
His tongue swirled around your nipple, feeling it stiffen in his mouth. His hand moved to your other breast, twirling your nipple between his fingers until it stiffened.
As soon as he popped his mouth off, you bent down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Compliant, he raised his arms and let you pull his shirt over his head.
You crawled on top of him, pushing him down on the mattress and straddling his lap, you leaned forward, flattening your palms on his chest and bringing your lips back to his.
This kiss was softer than the one before, his lips were gentle on yours, making your stomach flutter. The kiss was so genuine that you forgot what you were trying to do in the first place.
You rolled your hips down on his, feeling the obvious tent in his pants. âYouâd better not take your time,â he threatened. âRemember, you wanted this. Coming here, dressed like the little slut you are. So desperate, arenât you?â He teased, diving back into your lips just to take one in between his teeth.
Taehyung grabbed your hips and flipped you over, kneeling over you, he looked into your eyes. His beautiful chocolate eyes were clouded with lust, lust curated just for you. âJust for you,â you whined. âNeed you Tae, so bad.â
âFuck, y/n,â he groaned. You bit your lip as he moved down the bed, watching as he unbuttoned his jeans and discarded them on the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of the bulge in his boxers, he leaned back on the bed, pulling the strings on the side of your bottoms, throwing them over his shoulder.
Taehyung got on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hips and pulling your folds against your face with a roughness that made you clench around nothing.
âYou like that baby? Like being manhandled by me, huh?â He teased, planting a chaste kiss to your folds, licking your taste off his lips. âPretty pussys so wet for me, all mine.â
He licked a stipe up your core, making you shiver. âOh fuck!â You moaned, hips bucking into his mouth in search for more. âDonât stop, donât stop. Uh please donât stop!â You begged, reaching down to twist your fingers in his fluffy brown locks.
âTaste so good,â he groaned against your core. You opened your mouth to ask something, when he already had. âSo much sweeter than Aerra,â his tongue dipped into your hole, causing you to clench around his tongue.
You felt him smirk against you, he forced his tongue in and out of you a few times before moving back up to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. âOh my god, Iâm so close,â you whimpered, feeling weak against his tongue.
Clenching more and more often, you felt a foreign warmth build up in your stomach. No man had ever made you feel that way before, you never expected this from him, although you werenât surprised he was as good as he was.
Just when you were about to reach your release, you felt him pull away from your core. You whined, but Taehyung stopped you with a finger to your lips, hushing you. âDonât worry, Iâm gonna give you something better,â he promised.
Taehyung moved back and pulled his boxers off, you crawled towards him, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, this was a wonderful angle for him. âYou want this cock, you needy slut?â He spat, taking his cock in his hand and slapping your cheek with his tip.
You nodded, opening your mouth for him. You stuck out your tongue, he rested the tip on your tongue, letting you suckle on the tip. You licked the pre cum from his tip, the bittersweet taste was addicting.
He pushed his hips forward, you took half of him before you couldnât take anymore. You wrapped your hand around the part you couldnât take in your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks around him, pulling a delicious moan from him. âWork that tongue, baby,â he groaned.
Taehyung wrapped his hand in your hair, pushing your head forward and making you gag on his cock. You worked your tongue along his slit, making him let out a lewd string of moans. âSo good, so much better.â He held your head still and thrusted into your mouth. âThatâs right, fucking cock slut.â
You moaned around his cock at the nickname, he pulled your hair down, forcing your head to look up at him. He looked into your doe eyes and felt as though he was in love, your beautiful eyes looking up at him so innocently while your mouth was filled with cock.
âLay back,â he instructed, letting your hair fall loose as you leaned back and caught your breath. Taehyung climbed over top of you, gathering your slick and saliva and coating his cock, pumping it twice before lining the tip up with your hole. He pushed his tip in slowly, already earning a moan from you.
âSo big,â you complained, wrapping your hands around his arms, which were on either side of your body.
âItâs only the tip, baby.â He cooed, fingers brushing with your own gently. âBe a good little slut and take it,â the softness in his voice disappearing almost completely.
You let out a whimper, he eased into you the rest of the way, you moaned lewdly as he bottomed out. âHoly fuck, youâre so big,â you moaned, feeling him stretch you open.
âAnd youâre so tight,â he groaned, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in harshly. âSuch a pretty pussy, so tight, squeezes me so well, what a shame she doesnât get taken care of.â
Dropping down to his forearms, your hands slid up to his biceps, which were clenched deliciously as he thrusted into you. âI bet she doesnât make you feel this way,â you taunted, squeezing his biceps. âBet her pussy doesnât pull you in as good as mine,â you whined, staring up at him with a look of pure need.
âFuck, youâre so innocent.â Taehyung groaned, speeding up the pace of his hips. His pelvis hit the back of your thighs and you were sure they were going to be red by the time he was done with you.
He pulled out, easily flipping you onto your stomach. âGet on your knees,â he harped, you propped yourself up on your knees. Taehyungâs hand came down and layed a smack on your ass, you let out a moan as his hand soothed the red handprint he left on your skin. âYouâre kinkier than I thought, you like getting slapped huh? Want me to make sure youâre mine? Is that it?â
âYes, yes!â You cried, feeling him push back into your core. âDominate me, make me yours!â
A string of whimpers left your mouth as he picked up the pace, the bed rocked beneath you, but you didnât care. Anyone working wouldnât be home and even if they were, you didnât care. All you wanted was him, you needed him. âYou feel so good on my cock, baby. Wish I could have you on me all the time, wanna have that pussy whenever I want.â
The thought of him using you made you clench around him, making him let out a moan you were sure you wouldnât forget. âTae, Tae please let me.. uh please let me ride you!â You begged, looking back at him. He pulled his lip into a smirk, pulling out and sitting down on the bed. He leaned against the pillows and watched you crawl to him, he bit his lip when you straddled his lap, rubbing your lips against his length.
âPut it in, you slut. Ride me like you want it,â he instructed. You grabbed the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. You sunk down on his cock, you moaned, he watched as his cock disappeared inside you.
Taehyungâs hands ran up your thighs, massaging them as you lifted yourself up and dropped back down on his cock. You leaned into him, arching yourself against his chest and holding onto his shoulders. âRide that cock, baby. How does it feel inside you?â
âGood, uh itâs so good!â You moaned, your legs shaking as you picked up your pace. His hand slipped between your bodies and found your clit, he rubbed circles around it was you bounced up and down. Your movements became sloppier, legs shaking the closer you got to your orgasm.
Taehyung wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, holding you up and fucking into your hole with rough thrusts. He rolled you onto your back, wrapping his hand around your neck to pin you to the mattress. His hands squeezed the side of your neck, restricting your airflow enough that you could breathe, but just barely.
âSo close, baby. So close to filling you up,â he moaned, the thought making you clench. âLook at that, look at my cock in your stomach.â You looked down, his cock creating a bulge in your stomach every time he bottomed out.
âOh my god, Tae. Fuck, fuck Iâm gonna cum!!â You cried, digging your nails into his arms, sure you left a mark.
âThatâs right, you cum on my cock.â He told you, twirling his fingers around your clit, your thighs squeezed around his hips, trying to close from the pleasure.
With a tight squeeze of your walls around him, you came, moaning his name as your arousal dropped out of you. âTae, so sensitive, fuck, Taehyung!â
You were losing your mind as his hips rutted into yours as hard as he could, chasing his own release. âGonna cum in your pussy, gonna fill you up so much your walls are gonna be painted white.â
âTae please, please fill me up.â You begged him, feeling so overstimulated you could barely register what was happening.
âYes, yes, gonna cum!â He groaned, stilling his hips deep in your core and finally letting go. He moaned your name, spilling his seed in you. âOh god you feel so fucking good, where have you been?â He took a deep breath and pulled out, laying down beside you.
Taehyung pulled you against his chest, you wrapped your legs around his, taking in a deep breath of his delicious cinnamon scent. âSo, am I better?â You asked him, running your finger under his jaw.
âFuck yes, best pussy Iâve ever had.â He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with a softness you werenât expecting.
The two of you lay together for a minute or two, before he sat up and stretched. âWhat are you doing?â You asked, grabbing his shoulders and using them to pull yourself up, your legs burning. âWhoof,â you rubbed your legs, trying to ease the pain.
âI figured that we should get cleaned up before Aerra gets home,â he gave you a smirk. âYou might have actually convinced me to make a few decisions,â he stood up, scooping under your legs and waist to lift you into his arms.
His cum dropped out of you slightly, landing on his leg as he walked to the bathroom. Your arms were around his neck, snuggling close to his nape as he held you in his strong arms.
âYouâre her whole personality, Iâd love to see how sheâd survive without you.â You joked, he chuckled and set you down on the counter.
Both of you got cleaned and back into your clothes just in time for Aerra to come through the door. She smiled and takes to you both, blissfully unaware.
At least for now.
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Pairing: dbf!Joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak)
Summary: You kissed Joel after you had that terrible fight with your dad and you have no idea what Joelâs thinking now. Did you just ruin everything or will he finally admit he likes you just as much as you do him? What about Michelle?
Content warnings: my blog is 18+ so mdni! Eventual smut, age gap (readers in her twenties and Joel is in his 40s) dads best friend, enemies to lovers, slow burn, infidelity, family issues and daddy issues, talks about emotionally absent parent and effects it has, reader not feeling good enough for someone to love them, talks of healthy father daughter relationships, as well as a brief mention of being drunk. Let me know if Iâve missed anything!
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Within a few short moments, Joel was pushing you off him, his breaths shallow and the look on his face was already telling you something before his words did. âDarlinâ, I-â He started, and he sighs deeply, great.
âBaby, I think youâre a little drunk. We can talk about this tomorrow, okay? Cmon, letâs getcha inside and get some sleep, lord knows you need it after all that cryinâ. His hand smooths down his jeans over his thigh while his other hand takes yours gently, giving it a slight shake. You were sober as one could be but there was no more fight in you to argue, especially not with him.
âYeah, probably right. Thanks for today, Joel. I appreciate it, more than youâll ever know.â A soft smile grew on your lips before climbing out of his truck, walking to your front door. You wanted to turn around so badly and follow him into his house to his room, climb into his bed and just be held by him. Instead, you were faced with your cold, empty bed you dreaded laying in because Joel wasnât there. It didnât even dawn on you about Michelle until you noticed the last clean shirt you had with the bar logo on it that was hanging in your closet. The last you knew he wasnât really with Michelle, more so on a break after everything at White Pony.
All night you tossed and turned, constantly looking out your window to Joelâs bedroom window who had a lamp on each time you glanced over. Your dreams were flooded with him, he suddenly consumed your every thought, awake or asleep. He was haunting you, the ghost of his fingertips on your skin, the way his soft lips felt on yours before he pushed you away. To be in the truck again and do it over, to kiss him longer and touch him, feel his skin and how his strong hands felt around your waist, to sit on his lap and just have him hold you right against his chest until he was content.
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âSarah cmon, youâre gonna be late, girl!â Joel shouts from the porch and you're awake, eyes fluttering open slowly to look at the ceiling. Sarah climbed out of who you assumed was her motherâs car and shut the passenger side door, running up the sidewalk.
Dad, stop! Iâm coming, donât eat all the pancakes!â Her giggle echoes between your houses and up your window, causing you to smile subconsciously.
Joel went inside before she made it to the porch, and her laugh got quieter as she shut the front door behind her. Soon enough it was quiet once more and you were left alone with yourself. Before you left to come back to Texas, one of your good friends mentioned to you about journaling and how healing it can be for you. With every intention of making it work, you started to dig through your drawers to find the little dyed green leather journal you got from the book store. Itâs been through a lot, the way the pages are wrinkled from when it fell in the bathtub one night, some of the corners burnt from sitting next to an open candle flame for too long. Everything on its pages are things from being a kid youâre trying to process, doodles, everything you wish you could say to your dad. Journaling was sometimes helpful but most of the time it left you feeling empty.
If you didnât harbor the feelings inside and constantly think about it, what were you supposed to feel? Is it normal to feel this empty on a day to day basis and was that something you really looked forward to? You sighed and tugged on your hoodie and pants, walking out into the hall to go downstairs and start your day with a cup of coffee. Ever since Joel watched you make coffee once at work, he hasnât let up since. Every time he sees you with a travel cup he asks if it's hot or iced, knowing what the answer will be and heâs disappointed every single time.
With your glass almost empty by now and four pages scribbled on, you finally felt comfortable to stop. It was almost like you blacked out writing, not really sure what exactly you wrote down but it brought you that same empty feeling once more so that mustâve meant you were done for the day. A knock on your door takes you from zoning out and youâre met with Joelâs face, a plate of pancakes, and a glass of orange juice.
âBefore you start, the orange juice was Sarahâs idea. I know you hate eating breakfast when you first wake up so I figured youâd nibble on these until youâre hungry enough to eat them normally.â His small smile makes your heart skip a beat and you reach out to grab the plate from him, along with the orange juice and you take a small sip, tipping the glass to him with a nod.
âGive Sarah my thanks, yeah?â The awkward silence was killing you and you were hoping heâd bring up last night. He just shoves his hand in his pocket and clears his throat, looking around at the neighbors homes as Joel racks his brain on what to say.
âJoel I-â you start but he cuts you off.
âDarlinâ itâs fine, you were drunk. Weâve all been there before.â
You groaned in annoyance and walked to the kitchen island with the front door wide open, signaling him to follow.
You leaned your ass against the counter top and folded your arms across your chest, glancing out the window above the sink to the left of you. âI wasnât drunk, okay? I was perfectly sober. I wanted to kiss you, Iâve thought about it a lot and it was something I wanted. Iâm sorry if you didnât feel the same way. I know youâre with Michelle and I know she doesnât trust me around you and I just gave her all the proof she needs to keep thinking that.â You were rambling out of nervousness and he just stood there and listened, his hands were on his hips while he looked at the floor. The bundle of anxiety was growing in the pit of your stomach and you were worried you just fucked everything up even more by bringing up Michelle.
âI-I justâŠI needed to know what itâs like to kiss you, Joel. Iâm sor-â
âHoney, jusâ stop,...âkay? First of all, Michelle not trusting you isnât because of you, itâs because she caught me one too many times checkinâ on you at work and she didnât like it. You are a smart, funny, sarcastic woman and youâre beautiful but baby, youâre so much younger than me, not to mention my best buddy's daughter. This would never work, you and I.â Joel barely whispers the last part of his sentence and his shoulders drop, eyes finally meeting yours. The same rejected feeling crept up and bit you in the ass once more, a common feeling for you from almost every person youâve met in your life.
âNot to mention you slept with Tommy, couldnât do that to him.â
You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head at Joel. âOh suddenly you and Tommy care who you share and pass around between the two of you? Thatâs really rich, Joel, considering he dropped that little nugget about you two tag teaming a girl while his drunk ass had to come get yanked out of my bed?â
Joelâs jaw clenched together and his nostrils flared slightly, the anger in him rising the more you called him out.
âBe careful if youâre gonna run your mouth about shit you donât know.â The look on his face gave you a slight jumpstart to your heart and excitement in your tummy. Heâs sexy when heâs angry but telling him that right now would only make him even more upset.
âSo are you saying if I didnât sleep with Tommy, wasnât my dadâs daughter, and about twelve years older, Iâd have a shot with you?â You wiggle your eyebrows at him and walk over to him slowly with your arms behind your back, trying to look innocent.
Joel however, sees right through your bullshit and chuckles at your attempts to get more answers from him. âDid I say that?â He cocks his head to one side and watches you get close until you stop right in front of him.
âI might be reading between the lines, but oh well. Was I at least a good kisser?â You smirk at him and see the sparkle in his eye, Joel tries to fight back the corners of his lips from curling upwards.
âWhy is it so easy for you to piss me off and then you wanna be sweet? Youâre a damn sour patch kid.â The annoyance in his tone was only masking the laugh he was containing.
âThat doesnât tell me if I was a good kisser or not, Mr.Miller.â You grab the collar of his flannel and fix it so it laid flat and Joelâs breath hitched when you brushed against his skin.
Joel cracks his fingers in nervousness and hesitates before answering quietly, âI donât remember, honestly. It was short.â
âAw, is the age catching up to you, old man?â You tease, batting your eyelashes up at him.
Gently but firm enough to feel it, Joelâs hands meet your hips and squeeze firmly as he leans in, lips ghosting over yours. Now itâs your turn to have your breath hitch and the nervousness bubbled in your stomach.
His eyes close for just a moment before he grumbles,âYeah I bet you wanna kiss me again. Does it get you all excited, baby? Kissin an older man like me when youâre not âsposed to?â He pulls back, standing up straight this time with the evilest grin on his face.
Joel could see you panicking to find an answer, an excuse, something. Without waiting for your answer, he turns on the heel of his boot and heads for the door, leaving you speechless and heart racing in the middle of your kitchen.
âWhatâs wrong sweet girl, cat got your tongue?â The door was shut before you could come up with a smart ass response to retort. Even worse than a cat having your tongue, Joel Miller had your tongue. If he wants to play this game with you, heâd soon be figuring out how much better at it you were than him. With the warm plate of pancakes calling your name from the marble counter behind you, you pulled back foil and watched the small amount of steam roll up into thin air.
Tearing into the fluffy pancakes, you rip a piece off and put it in your mouth, the butter soaked into the layers but still present. It was good at first and it had been a long time since you had a homemade breakfast. Before you can understand whatâs happening, your fingers grip quickly and pull apart piece after piece and shove it in your cheeks as you close your eyes and feel the tears sting. To be cared for by a man whoâs old enough to be your dad but isnât your dad will always be hard for you. Why was it so easy for them to do kind things for you without a second thought but it was like pulling teeth for your own blood? For just a second you felt the jealousy of never having what Sarah and Joel have, that connection and inseparableness of father and daughter. The hot tears fall down your cheeks as your arms drop, no more soft pancake shoved in between your teeth as your brows furrowed in sorrow⊠anger, confusionâŠjealousy. It was almost as if a switch flipped and you were yanked out of your dark mindset over a kind gesture from your neighbor.
You grab a napkin from the holder in the middle of the counter and quickly spit out the mush, your vision so blurry and fuzzy from the tears. Your home was quiet with only the fridge buzzing softly and your runny nose sniffling subconsciously. Cold fingers wrap around the orange juice and you bring it to your slightly puffy post-cry lips, taking a small sip and letting the tangy liquid roll down your esophagus. You try to swallow your feelings and bury them deep inside once more to hide away the things you donât dare talk about with anyone.
What little bit of jealousy still inside you causes you to push the plate away from the end of the counter, groaning in frustration at the meltdown you thought you had controlled.
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Weeks go by and you havenât heard much from Joel. His truck was gone when you got up early in the mornings trying to find a new job and his driveway was still empty by the time you were going to bed. Not a single phone call returned to you from him, your red landline phone he made fun of you for buying at a garage sale hardly rang unless it was someone trying to sell fake insurance. Thanksgiving came and went and it was like nothing happened between you and your dad, or at least no one brought it up when you gathered with the rest of your family at his house. They were all surprised to see you since you left years ago with your mother and never visited for the holidays but no one wanted to ruin the day of pretending you were a big happy family. The only people you called while you were away were your grandparents. They were like your best friends, always knew what was going on with you and they wanted better than what you got, they even knew their son made many mistakes when it came to the way he parented you. Even at your age now you still need them how you did as a little girl, clinging to their side when you felt overwhelmed by all the people swarming you asking millions of questions while youâre trying to get a plate of food. You sat in the corner in an uncomfortable chair while you ate your food but all you could seem to think about was Joel, where he was or who he was with, was he even celebrating today? He was probably with Michelle and her family, talking away about how great she is to her parents while the reality was that she was still upset with him over Halloween. They were just like your family, everyone pretending to be something they werenât. Luckily it went okay without anything bad happening this time but there was still Christmas to come.
With the holiday just passing a couple days ago and still no sign of Joel, you decide to call him just to check up on him. Three rings into the call and you were praying to the universe he didnât answer, not because you didnât want him to be okay but you didnât even know what to say if he did pick up. Just as the fourth ring starts, Joelâs deep voice fills your ear canals.
âH-hello?â He sounds confused at first but then it fades to irritation quickly.
âJoel..? Hey..â You stutter out as you shove the red handset into the crook of your shoulder and ear while you fiddle with the cord.
âWhat do ya want, kid? Somethinâ wrong?â You can hear muffled voices behind him but all you can focus on is Joel and the way his voice sounds like velvet over the phone.
âN-no, no nothing wrong I just..â your voice wavers for a moment and something inside your mind tells you to be honest with him even if itâll blow up in your face. â...I miss you..and you left without saying a wordâŠwas it something I did-â You stop yourself from babbling on and cut the risk of looking even more dumb to him. Joelâs end was consumed by the muffled voices and laughter, a door being shut silenced the noise and it was just you and Joel.
âItâs kinda hard to talk right now, honey. I went with Michelle to her parents in Kansas for Thanksgiving. You didnât do anything wrong. I'm just trying to get all of this sorted out, okay? You gotta remember Iâve been with her for a long time and itâs not just somethinâ I can just leave out of the blue.â Joel sighs deeply and your heart starts to get heavy inside your body, the phone cord tangled in your fingers.
âOkay, sorry for bothering you. Have fun and have a safe drive back, guess Iâll still be here waiting for you.â It wasnât your goal to get annoyed with him but this was how you coped. Youâd shut down as soon as something bad was happening and acted like it didnât hurt. Like it didnât make you want to curl into a ball of embarrassment when he didnât say he missed you back. Before he could respond you hung up on him and unplugged the phone line from the handset so he couldnât call back, not that he even would.
With the kitchen clock reading almost nine o'clock at night and your head in a mess, you figured it was more than needed for you to go to bed. Your bedroom window seemed so incomplete with the safe sight of Joelâs lamp lighting up the window it sat in. Before getting into bed you thought youâd feel better if you put on the Wizard of Oz, your favorite childhood movie. Tucking yourself right between your pile of blankets and pillows, you laid there watching the house spin and spin in the tornado but you couldnât resist not looking over at Joelâs house every two minutes like heâd suddenly be back and throwing rocks at your window like those corny rom coms. Even imagining it seemed too crazy, you and Joel could never be like that. The ruby shoes were sparkling on your eyes as your lids got heavy and you were asleep within seconds, dreaming of Joel once again.
You wake up hours later to the DVD menu on loop and your front door being pounded on. With your heart racing you look out your window and see Joelâs truck in the driveway with the engine still running, driver's side door wide open. You wrap the throw blanket around your shoulders and practically run down the stairs to look through the peephole. A messy haired, sweaty, disheveled Joel was leaning against the door waiting on you to answer. Swinging open the front door, he yanks back the screen door that was separating you two and stepped inside, grabbing your face and walking you backwards.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doinâ? You unplug your phone after throwinâ a tantrum and I canât call you back, donât know whatâs goinâ on with you?!â Joelâs voice rattled you even though it was caring, it was still coated in frustration.
âIâm sorry I went to bed, I meant to plug it back in Iâm- Iâm sorry..â You look at his face and it dawns on you just how freaked out he was. He drove ten hours straight just to come see if you were okay.
âWhat did you think I was gonna do? Hang up and just go about my time in Kansas not knowing what happened to you? Beinâ a goddamn brat makingâ it hard for me to get in touch with you.â Joelâs jaw clenches as his hands tighten on your face. His eyes havenât relaxed yet and itâs almost like heâs searching in yours to find some truth to your actions, to find some reason.
You were speechless at him. Every time he did something it surprised you even more that someone cares about you that much to go the mile for you.
âDid you really drive all night to come back and check on me?â The hint of excitement in your voice makes Joel roll his eyes and a small smirk grow on his face. His face finally softens and he pulls you against him with his hands rubbing your back.
âOf course you wanna hear me say I drove ten hours just for you, crazy brat. Donât ever do that to me again, understood?â Joels scruff softly brushes against your ear and you finally feel safe again, even if your relationship was up in the air.
âWould you maybe wanna stay with me, just until I fall asleep?â It kind of came out of your mouth before you thought about it but there was no more hesitating.
âI can, yeah. Let me go shut off my truck and Iâll be back in a second.â He kisses your forehead softly and walks back outside to his driveway, pulling his keys out of the ignition and locking the door. His black suitcase rolls against the pavement behind him on the walk back to your house. The sun would soon be up and shining through the tree branches but you had a hard time accepting this wasnât a dream. He leaves his suitcase by the door and sits on the couch, sighing as he gets comfortable. Joelâs eyes watch you closely as you walk back to him with a water bottle directed to him to grab.
âJust try to be quiet when you leave, okay?â You mutter as you lay your head on his lap while tugging the blanket over you as you curl into a ball like a cat. Joel chuckles and rubs his chin slightly as he adjusts and gets comfortable with the pillow behind his head. It came as no surprise to yourself that you were already preparing for the heartbreak youâd eventually have to feel when he left while youâre fast asleep no matter how much you tried to enjoy Joel being there in the moment.
âIâll try my hardest, baby girl.â He teases, softly running his fingernails against your scalp. Joelâs breathing slows to soft snores that fill the living room, the only sound that was audible as the sun came up and soon drowned the room in warm rays.
Joelâs watch on his left hand read just a little after eleven and the house was still, your light snores getting his attention as he rubs his eyes of sleepiness. You looked so peaceful to him and he didnât want to leave you just yet.
He grabs onto your shoulder and shakes you awake gently, brushing the hair out of your face that fell during your nap.
âIâm starving and I know you donât have enough food here to feed the both of us. Cmon, letâs go eatâŠIâll buy.â Joel was trying to bribe you and you hated that it was working. You sit up and look at him with barely opened eyes.
âReally?â
Joel stands up to stretch and his midriff is exposed by his shirt, causing your eyes to glance at the skin you hadnât seen until now.
âMy offer is good for another thirty seconds, clock is tickinâ.â The playfulness in his voice makes you grin and you grab your house keys from the bowl of clutter near the front door. Your head nods towards his truck and he strolls outside, shaking his head at your outfit.
âYou really gonna wear that? Donât think the waitress would take too kindly to a shirt that says, âCougarsâ with a heartâŠâ His fingers pinch the fabric and he lets go, a small indent left on the shoulder piece.
While you both buckle in, Joel looks around for anything you could use to cover what he thought was a god awful shirt. He tosses a black hoodie at you to wear and you begrudgingly tug it on when you notice his companyâs logo on the back.
âThereâs nothing wrong with showing cougars love, Joel. Would you rather it say dadâs best friend?â You can see his eyebrow raise as he cocks his head slightly to glance over at you.
âDonât push it.â He mutters and starts to head to the diner.
You both decide on a booth and look over the menu before ordering and Joel sips his coffee, taking in the strong notes of the blend to prepare clearing his throat.
âSo uh- think itâs pretty obvious I canât leave you alone no matter how hard I try. I need to get some stuff sorted out but Iâm really not trying to string you along, kid.â His brown eyes flick up to meet yours and he extends out his hand to grab your arm across the worn table.
âI know I justâŠI hate not knowing if youâre with Michelle or not. We need to be careful around everyone, ya know- pretend that we still hate each other..â You lead on and cough slightly at the hand laying on your arm.
Joel nods understandingly, knowing exactly where youâre coming from.
âNo, Iâm not with-â
âMichelle, hi!â You finish his sentence as your eyes meet her piercing stare as she stands behind Joel. Her arms were crossed and nostrils flared, not understanding entirely what she walked in on.
âMichelle..â
fuck.
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can you write about matt and the reader based on the songs better by Khalid and that way by tate McRae?
thank youâ€ïž
BETTER THAT WAY - MATT STURNIOLO
ok the header is so ugly im sorry pls ignore that.
this was VERY rushed and itâs not at all proofread so im sorry if it has mistakes lol
summary: you and matt are keeping things on the low from everyone, but once you start catching feelings it starts to get complicated.
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it was around september when matt had followed you on instagram, and only a few days later that he had started texting you. it all started off pretty harmless until you suddenly found yourself inviting him over at ungodly hours and smelling him on your sheets the next day.
you canât help but wonder if maybe you hadnât followed him back that things would be different, but looking at the chemistry and sexual tension between the two of you, it was inevitable that something would start between you guys. the hardest part of it all surprisingly wasnât trying to hide it from his brothers, they were clueless, the real issue was avoiding any and all rumors from the fans. this meant no liking each others instagram posts, and most definitely no visible hickeys.
âfuck matt, donât leave a hickey,â you moan softly as his lips suck the skin on your neck. he pulls back from your neck and hovers over you, looking down at you with a pout.
âiâm sorry, baby, but i canât have your fans trying to decode who the hell left a big lovebite on my neck,â you chuckle, thinking back to how both of your guys fandoms had reacted when you started following each other on social media.
âhmph, i know. i just wish i could let the whole world know that youâre mine,â he sighs as he rolls off of you and sits up on the edge of the bed. his words feel like a stab in the heart. thereâs nothing more that you want than to be able to be public about your⊠situation⊠with matt. it wasnât clear what you guys were, but the big red scratches along his back were a tell tale sign that you guys were at least something.
âoh my god matt, iâm so sorry!â you exclaim as you trace the raw scratches on his back.
he chuckles, âno baby, iâm sorry. i mustâve fucked you too well,â he winks. you just roll your eyes and toss him his shirt that was laying on the floor next to your side of the bed.
âdrive safe okay?â you say to him, giving him a small peck on the cheek before he walks off into the dark late night air. he smiles at you before driving away, leaving you with a small pain in your heart. you wish you guys could just doze off into a sleep in each others arms, but you canât and it kills you. being famous comes at a cost apparently.
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matty | are you going to larrays bday party tn?
y/n! | yeah i am! are you?
matty | yep! iâm excited to u ;)
y/n! | omfg if we get caught thatâs on you
matty | oh please i know how to lock a bathroom door đ
y/n! | yeah okay whatever iâll see u later matt đ
and just like that, you found yourself putting extra effort into your outfit and makeup for tonight. you subconsciously found yourself putting on your smallest black dress, and putting on mattâs favorite lipstick.
ây/n! itâs so good to see you love!â tara says as she greets you at the door of the party.
âtara hi!! ive missed you itâs been too long!â you exclaim as you hug your friend. as your head scans the room, you notice matt holding a soda in his hand.
âiâll see you around, okay?â you smile at her before scurrying over to your friends. you all take a shot, which leads to at least two other rounds.
âyou look so hot, y/n! you never dress up this much! whatâs the reason?â your friend exclaims over the music.
âeh, just felt like it!â you blush, trying to hold back from exposing your secret fling with matt sturniolo, who happens to be staring at you from across the room with a smirk on his lips, admiring you from afar.
âare you⊠looking at matt?â your friend whispers in your ear, immediately bringing you back to reality.
âwhat?! oh my god! no! i just zoned out a bit, but anyways lets take another shot yeah?â you say as your eyes widen, trying to think of any way to distract your friend from what she just saw.
after a few minutes, you feel your phone buzz. you look down at see a text from matt.
matty | upstairs bathroom. now.
you bite the insides of your cheeks, stumbling a little as you make your way up the stairs. as you enter the bathroom you see matt waiting for you.
âwell hello sir,â you smirk.
âyou look⊠fuck,â he says before he pulls you towards him and places his lips on yours. you chuckle into the kiss as your hands run wildly through his hair. matt gentle lifts you up and places you on the bathroom counter, placing himself between your legs and attaching his lips to your collarbone.
âmmm, matt,â you moan out, gripping his hair gently. matt works his lips all over your body, making your head fall back.
âmatty, are you gonna fuck me or what?â you giggle out, clearly drunk.
âabsolutely not, y/n. youâre drunk,â he says sternly.
âcmon please? you canât just drag me up here and give me nothing,â you whine. he just smiles at you and kisses your forehead softly.
âiâm sorry, baby. iâll come over tomorrow night, okay?â he says, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb. him saying this makes you upset. it reminds you that youâre just his secret sex toy.
you roll your eyes and hop off of the counter, âmatt what even are we? iâm so tired of this secretive shit! itâs been like two months of this,â you slur out, very very clearly drunk.
âwhat? what do you mean?â
you just roll your eyes, âyou heard me matt, i wanna be more than this! i like you! a lot!â
ây/n, youâre drunk. weâll talk about this when youâre sober,â he sighs, running his hand through his hair.
âyeah whatever matt, iâm going back downstairs,â you say, scurrying back down to your friends.
âwhere the hell were you? you were gone for like⊠ever!â one of your friends drunkenly states.
âsorry! there was a line in the bathroom, but letâs take more shots pleaseeeee,â you beg, trying to get matt out of your mind and have a good night.
before you even realize it, youâre so drunk that you can barely even function, youâre pure giggles. matt has secretly been keeping at eye on you all night, making sure his girl isnât getting into trouble.
âmatt, we donât mean to be intrusive but youâve been staring at y/n all night. is there something going on there?â nick asks his brother, as chris nods his head agreeing with nicks question.
âitâs complicated, iâll explain later. but i think sheâs mad at me, and sheâs also really fucking drunk. you guys wouldnât be mad if i took her home tonight right?â matt asks.
âof course not man, do whatever you need. we wonât ask any questions⊠well, not until later. you owe us some sort of explanation,â chris laughs.
matt just rolls his eyes as he makes his way over to you, âhey y/n. youâre really drunk, iâm gonna take you home okay?â
âmatt! stop it! why are you talking to me! youâre gonna expose our secret!â you exclaim, not realizing how loud youâre being, but no one is really paying attention.
âi donât care about that anymore, i just wanna make sure you get home safe. please just let me drive you home?â he asks as he wraps an arm around you.
âugh whatever,â you roll your eyes as you walk off with matt, waving goodbye to your friends who have a puzzled look on their faces.
ânick! hi! i havenât seen you all night!â you squeal as you get settled in the backseat next to nick.
nick chuckles a little, âhi y/n, itâs good to see you!â
âam i just chopped liver up here?â chris jokes from the front seat.
âoh god no! hi chris!â you exclaim. the boys just laugh softly at your happiness. at a red light matt turns around and looks at you, ây/n i have a sweatshirt somewhere back there if you want it.â
you smile at him, âawww thank you matty!â you find the light gray sweatshirt on the floor by your feet and slip it on, smelling the familiar scent of his cologne that tends to linger in your sheets.
you arrive at your house, and matt walks you to the door. he reaches around the potted plant that sits on your doorstep and grabs the hidden key. âoh my god, i forgot i told you about that!â you say as he unlocks the door for you, smiling at your not so sober state. he then helps you take your makeup off and even helps unzip your dress.
âthank you matty, i love you,â you mutter out as you start to doze off, snuggled in the sheets with mattâs hoodie loosely hugging your body.
mattâs cheeks turn a bright shade of pink at your words, and he wishes he could say it back but heâs much rather wait until youâre sober so you can remember it. âgoodnight y/n, iâm sorry i upset you earlier. but iâm gonna make you mine, i promise,â he whispers as he places a gentle kiss on your temple and shuts of the lights.
he locks up your house and heads back to the car, where his brothers sit with a million questions, but they can tell now is not a good time to ask. so they donât.
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itâs now late the next day, and youâre finally recovering from your hangover when you get a text from matt.
matty | are u home? i wanna take you somewhere
y/n! | yeah iâm home. everything okay?
matty | iâll be there in 5
you immediately jump out of bed and rush to put on at least a little mascara and change out of your pajamas into something a little less wrinkled and lazy.
you get into mattâs car and look at him with a puzzled, but happy, look. âso can i ask whatâs up?â
âi wanna take you somewhere first before i tell you. but how are you feeling?â
you canât help but laugh a little, âgod i regret my choices last night. i drank way too much.â
âyeah i could tell,â he chuckles.
âthank you so much for taking me home, by the way. i really really appreciate it.â
âalways, y/n.â
a few minutes later you guys arrive at a park and matt tells you to stay in the car while he grabs a few things from the trunk. he then walks off into the park and tells you to not look until he comes back to get you, so thatâs exactly what you do.
âalright mâlady, come with me!â he laughs as he takes your hand and leads you out of the car and to a small picnic set up.
âmatt oh my god! you did not!â you gasp, turning to him with a big smile.
âoh but i did,â he smiles as he sits down on the blanket.
âmatt! this is the cutest thing anyoneâs ever done for me!â you pout, hugging him gently as you sit down. you guys get settled before he takes your hand in his.
âalright well, the whole reason i did this was because last night you and i got into a little argument. i donât know if you remember, but you had told me off for keeping this entire thing a secret and admitted your feelings for me. and i just wanted to say that i really, really like you a lot too, so i wanted to make this official. iâm so tired of having to hide you, i wanna show you off. so will you be my girlfriend?â
your heart flutters, and you immediately nod your head before kissing his lips softly.
âso iâm taking that as a yes?â matt chuckles.
âof course matt!â
âgood, iâm glad. iâm so glad that i get to publicly call you mine. itâs better that way.â
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thinking about art x fem reader whose also a tennis player, she gets hurt playing practice against art and he feels so bad.. leading to other things to help her feel better
like best friends to lovers type thing IDK JUST A THOUGHT for a blurb
IM LOVING THIS IDEA THANK U ANON! <3 (this was meant to be shorter but i got so carried away with it lmao)
tags: heavy makeout, slight dry-humping, fingering...
No because Art truly is the competitive type, so if you were to suggest a friendly game after practice he would definitely take it way too seriously...
"What, you're giving up on me now?" he'd taunt when you were getting worn out, bent over with your hands on your knees to catch your breath. You looked up at him to see his knowing smirk, twirling the racket in his hand impatiently.
You didn't expect him to play so hard, since you thought it would just be light-hearted like you had suggested. Though that was the thing about Art; he never went easy on anybody, especially not youâhis best friend.
"Nope," you said simply, brushing your fly-away hairs out of your face. "Just wondering why the hell I suggested this."
Art laughed, but didn't give you any sympathies. He waited for you to get back into position before serving to you, and you got back into the game.
It seemed to go well for a while, the bright yellow ball going back and forth between the two of you with a mix of grunts. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, which is why you didn't feel your ankle twist from underneath of you until your body fell onto the court harshly.
A confused whimper sounded from your throat as you rolled over, grasping at your ankle that was now searing with pain. A few tears welled in your eyes as your face contorted with discomfort, the sound of Art's racket smacking down against the court as he quickly jumped over the net and crouched down next to you.
"Oh my god," his eyes scanned your face, his heart sinking at the way you silently sobbed with your head lulled back on the court. He quickly examined your ankle, realizing that it was already swelling and needed to be iced.
"It's okay, it's okay," he assured you sweetly, helping you sit up before wrapping his arm around your waist. "Put your arm around my neck and we're gonna stand up, alright?"
You did as he told you, slinking it around his neck and fisting his shirt as you fought back a cry when he pulled you up, the pressure and bloodflow to your foot making the pain worse.
He tried to help you walk as best as you could, holding you upright while you put all of your weight on your left foot and hobbled with him back to his dorm since it was only a block away from the tennis courts.
When you did finally make it, he helped you over to his bed and helped you sit down gently, before going to his mini fridge and tying up an ice pack for you to put on your ankle.
"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," he shook his head defeatedly, crouching down in front of you and carefully wrapping the bag around your ankle. The new sensation made your breath hitch, before the pain slowly started to subside.
"No its okay, it was an accident. It's no one's fault," you told him honestly, your mind slightly fogged at the feeling of his hand cupping the back of your calf as he held your foot up. He mindlessly rubbed your soft skin, unaware of the affect it had on you as his mind spiraled.
"No, but I pushed you too hard," he explained, his voice low. "It's my fault."
You shook your head, before taking his face in your hands. You cupped his jaw softly, your forgiving eyes holding his gaze.
"No it's not, stopping beating yourself up about it."
"I know, I just-"
You abruptly cut him off by bringing your lips to his, the apology falling dead in his mouth. You caught him completely off guard, but he still melted into the kiss, allowing his hands to run up the sides of your thighs.
"Now will you stop?" you whispered once you finally pulled away, running your fingers subconsciously through his blonde locks of hair.
He nodded, before pulling you back in for another kiss. He took it upon himself to lay you down against his bed, slotting himself in between your slightly spread legs.
You didn't know why, but this felt so easy. It didn't feel weird or awkward, given that he had been your best friend since high school. If anything, it made perfect sense.
"Is this okay?" he whispered, cradling your head with his free hand while the other ran up your side. You nodded eagerly, giving him the green light to bring his lips back to yours.
Your heartbeat picked up as you felt him harden beneath his shorts against your thigh the more intense the kiss became, his hips slowly beginning to move in seek of friction.
You slipped you tongue into his mouth, earning a moan from him as his hand wandered down your body before grasping your waist and thumbing your hip. Your non-injured leg wrapped around his waist in attempt to bring him closer with a moan, completely enthralled with the feeling of him.
Suddenly, your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your skirt, dipping into your panties. You let out a shaky moan as Art sunk his middle and ring finger into your soaked cunt, curling them upwards gently as he continued kissing down your jaw and the soft skin of your neck.
It drove him wild how wet you already were for him, the muffled squelching sound of his fingers moving in and out of you making his dick harder.
It didn't take long for him to have your thighs shaking around his hips and your toes curling in your tennis shoes, disgruntled moans mixing with his soft grunts.
You would've never guessed you'd be sprawled out on your best friend's bed coming down from the orgasm he had just given you, but you definitely weren't complaining.
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miles with a hello kitty partner???
SURE, POOK! Btw I didn't know what miles u were talking abt so I just did 42 because I thought the personality contrast would be cuter, enjoy!
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"YOU LOOK GOOD IN PINK"
42!Miles x Hello-Kitty-Black!Reader
Genre: Sugar, spice, and everything nice đ€©
Warnings: Nun, just super cute!
Summary: Your mom finally let's Miles have a sleepover with you, the two of you participate in some hello kitty activities, but not without some convincing!
Miles has always had a soft spot for you, ever since your first day at Visions. You came in 10 minutes late, (You were trying to figure out how to put your hello kitty claw clip into your braids) and sat in the only chair available, the one next to Miles. Everyone else was so afraid to sit next to him after that incident with his dad, they all treated him like he was a ticking time bomb. Like even the slightest touch or wrong thing said would cause him to go off on anyone or anything. But you, you were different.
You sat down next to him, your triple pink dunks lightly tapping against the floor as you sat down. You turned to your left and saw a brown-skinned boy with braids. He was lightly tapping his pencil on the desk to the steady beat of 'Stay Ready (What A Life)' by Jhené Aiko & Kendrick Lamar. "Hey, I know that song." You gently say, trying to make conversation. The boy looked over at you, starstruck. If anyone else would've said that, he'd roll his eyes without missing a beat. But your pleasant smile with glossed lips, your eyelashes gently fluttering, and your shared music taste drew him in. He gave a flirtatious smile, turned to you, and said... "Really? Well I wanna know sum', what's your name, mama?"
Ever since that day, Miles never left your side. That was something you took notice of, but so did your mom. She never let the two of you have a sleepover, when you asked why she always said the same thing.
"That boy never leaves your side, in 9 months we're all gonna need jobs on the side."
This constantly made you roll your eyes, not every teenage girl is the same! But, no matter what you said, she never thought otherwise. So, you and Miles made a Google Slideshow with reasons why you two should have a sleepover. To your suprise, your mom actually agreed under one condition, it had to be at your house. So, with a little bit of convincing Rio, Miles was making his way over. As you were thinking about what the two of you were gonna do, he texted you.
My Big Baby đ
Outside, mami.
Ok, coming down rn.
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You excitedly hopped out of your hello kitty, pink colored bed sheets. The pink LED lights illuminated your room, making you subconsciously even more excited. You speed walked out of your room, catching your mom's attention.
"Your little friend must be here."
"Mom, he's my boyfriend and has been for 10 months. But, yes he is here!"
You say before clapping excitedly and opening the front door to reveal Miles standing there with a pleasant smile on his face, plus two bouquets of eternal roses. One was a pink and white bouquet that resembles hello kitty, and the other with royal blue and white roses to match your Mother's kitchen.
"Hey."
He said before stepping into your home with you closing the door behind him, wearing the hello kitty slippers that he bought for you to wear around the house. He handed you your bouquet and you squealed excitedly, taking the flowers from his hand.
"Ahhh! Thank you, Miles!"
You say, hugging him tightly. He smiles as you pull him into an embrace, happy with your fulfillment.
"No problem, Cariño."
He walked past you, approaching your mom with the flowers.
"These are for you, Ms. L/N."
He said before handing over the 2nd bouquet to your mother. She took the flowers, but not before a lecture.
"Thank you, Miles. This bribe won't work, you still can't sleep in her bed."
Miles chuckled at that.
"No bribe, just an appreciation gift for allowing me to come over."
He said slyly, giving her his most charming smile. You started walking over to him, intertwining your fingers.
"We're gonna go in my room, mom."
"Ok, I'm ordering pizza."
You and Miles walk into your room, excitedly. He admires your whole room aesthetic.
"Mami, this room is somehow more pink than the last time I saw it."
"Well, atleast it's not depressing like yours."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He said before cooking his head to the side and putting his hands on his hips, something his mom also does a lot.
"Well, mine has color. Your room is just dark purple and black."
You say, also putting your hands on your hips playfully.
"Well, atleast mine doesn't have a cartoon character cult."
He says, before motioning over to your collection of hello kitty plushies and mean mugging you playfully.
"You do, a cult full of random action figures that haven't been opened yet, and just sit on a shelf collecting dust."
"First of all, those are limited edition, collectibles. And you know that, Miss Thang."
He says, holding a finger up and shaking his head side to side sassily. You two burst out into laughter before sitting on your bed. You checked the time and saw it was 6:51 pm. Which reminded you that it was about time to put on the matching pajamas you bought for the two of you.
"OH! Miles?"
"Yes, mama?"
He replied with his arm wrapped around you and tv remote in hand. You stood up, walking over to your dresser, opening your pajama drawer.
"I know you tell me to never buy you anything unless it's your birthday or Christmas, but I saw this and I just had to get it because it was just so cute, plu-"
"Where is this going?"
He said cutting you off, by the way you were trying to convince him he could already tell he wasn't going to like this suprise. You pulled out 2 pink pairs of hello kitty pajamas with kitty's face on them and red hearts. Along with that, there was 2 white shirts with kitty's face on them. Miles looked at the outfits in disgust.
"No."
"C'mon!"
You whined.
"No, there's no way you're gonna make me wear those pink pants right now."
"Fine, then I'll make you wear them later."
Miles opened his mouth to speak, but you decided to respond before he could add a sassy remark.
"Right now, let's do these face masks!"
You say, holding up 2 hello kitty face masks. Smiling, before walking over to him and grabbing his hand. Dragging him into the bathroom with you. Once you two make it into the room, you show him your routine.
"Ok, so first we're going to cleanse our faces, then, we're going to add toner, next a cucumber, hello kitty face mask, next a serum, and finally moisturizer."
"And what exactly is all this stuff gonna do? All I use is cleanser and moisturizer."
"Miles, I love you. But, shut up."
"Yes, ma'am."
He said, before holding his arms up in surrender. You playfully roll your eyes and squirt some cleanser onto both of your hands. You turn on the sink and lather up the cleanser on your hands, Miles does the same. You two lather up your faces and turn off the sink.
"Ok, what'd you say was next? This tone stuff?"
"Yes, Miles. The rosewater toner."
You grabbed the toner and sprayed it 3 times on your face and once on your neck. You began to rub it in with closed eyes. Miles grabs the toner and you hear the sound of the bottle spraying 7 times before you told Miles to stop.
"Miles! That's enough, jeez. That thing was like $28."
"You act like I can buy you another one, I don't care if it was $2,800."
You smirk at his confidence before grabbing the hello kitty masks.
"Ok, grab one!"
You say excitedly, before Miles sighed.
"You're so lucky I love you."
"I am."
You say before kissing his cheek, making him smile. You two take the masks out and he asks a question.
"How long is this supposed to stay on?"
"The label says 15 minutes."
"But it's cold."
He whines.
"Aw, do you want me to put it on you, my big baby?"
You coo.
"Yea."
He says before sitting on the toilet lid. You put your face mask on in the mirror, making sure that it's on right. After yours is on, you make your way over to Miles, straddling his waist before fully taking the mask out the package. You apply it to his face, but not without him squirming.
"Be still."
"It's cold!"
"It won't be in like 2 minutes."
"That's too long!"
You rolled your eyes and finished applying his mask after an extra 30 seconds of him whining.
"You wanna take a photo?"
"Sure, whatever makes you happy, mami."
You pull your phone with a hello kitty case out of your pink legging pocket. You open Instagram and take a picture, adding the caption 'Sleepover day with Bae! @milesdontgaf'.
You two walk into your room and watch an episode of TV to pass the time, guess what show.....Hello kitty! You two watched a 15 minute compilation of season 5 on YouTube. By the time the video was over the two of you walked back into the bathroom to take off the face mask. You told miles to rub the extra serum.
"Now it's time for the Vitamin C serum."
"World's longest skincare routine."
Miles muttered, you slapped his chest.
"Ow."
You applied 4 drops, one to each cheek, one to your neck, and one to your forehead. You did the same to Miles because he whined about not knowing how to do it (đ). You both applied the moisturizer with SPF 15 and finished in time for dinner. Your mom told you that the pizza was here and you and Miles rushed down the stairs. You saw 2 boxes, one pizza for you and Miles and one pizza for your mom. You two grabbed your pizza, 2 apple juices, thanked your mom, and ran upstairs.
You opened the box to reveal a Hello Kitty shaped pizza. You gasped, squealing from excitement. Miles shook his head smiling at your reaction.
"Miles, baby! Look!"
"I see, mama."
You two ate the pizza and drank your juices while watching hello kitty. Once the two of you finished and threw away the pizza box, you got an idea.
"So, you still don't want to put on those hello kitty pajamas?"
"Y/N, no. I'm not wearing that pink shi-"
You waited outside the bathroom door with your hello kitty pajamas for Miles. You had convinced forced him to put his pajamas on. Once Miles walked out the bathroom, you smiled, hugging him and kissing his cheeks. You were so thankful that he would do anything to make you happy.
"See, you look good in pink!"
"Don't push it."
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