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as-is-above-so-below · 8 months

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Cardigan - John Price x F!Teacher!Reader

Part 2: Midnight Rain

summary: you get yourself in a pickle a/n: hi! I return again! I'm sorry it's short, but I'm trying a new method of posting. Instead of aiming for a specific word count (which leads to me getting writer's block and not posting ANYTHING), I write until I'm satisfied with what I'm trying to achieve. Hopefully, I've achieved that goal, and y'all like it :) Blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

You drummed your fingers against the notebook in your lap and gnawed on the top of your pen. It was late, even by your standards; the sun had long since set, and dinner eaten hours ago. But you were up, sitting in the dark in your living room, heavy rain pelting your old windows. You were trying to pull together a new lesson plan for the following day. A few curious students had started asking questions about the modern military. Like, key differences between military strategies used in the time they were studying and today. And, of course, yet again, you made promises that you were struggling to keep. And you always keep your promises to your students.

Fuck.

The internet wasn’t helping at all. You didn’t study military strategy in any of your courses. Was that even a thing?

The last thing you wanted to do was call him. You were so confident that you could solve your problem yourself, at nine o’clock. Now, it was past midnight, and you were absolutely desperate.

Fuck.

Before your tired brain can flood with guilt and change its mind, you grab your phone from your nightstand and tap into your recent calls log. Your stomach churned, anxiety bubbling up with every trill. God, it’s so fucking late to be calling. It felt like you were split in two. One half of you was praying that his phone was on silent (you know it’s not) or he’ll sleep through the ringing (he won’t), while the other–the miserable, exhausted half–needed him to pick up.

The latter won out.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

John’s deep, sleepy voice made you feel guilty and incredibly happy that you’d woken him up. Soft and grumbly, rolling in his chest; it made you feel soft and warm inside…

Not the point of the call.

“Hi, John. I’m completely fine, I just…” You took a deep breath, the heel of your free hand pressed into one of your dry, worn-out eyes. “I know you’re this big important captain, and you have work in the morning, but I’m in a bit of a pickle and need a massive favor.”

There was a slight rustling on the other end like he had turned slightly to check the nearby time. “It’s one o’clock in the morning, love,” he mumbled.

You felt even worse. “I know, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me,” you begged, running a hand over the top of your head. “One of my kids asked about the military. It sparked a whole discussion in class, and I may have overstated my knowledge. I barely know anything about it, and my brain is turning to mush. I’m so tired I wanna cry, and-”

He quickly cut off your rambling. “Woah, hey. Slow down there. What’s going on?” he asked, suddenly sounding much more awake.

That brought you pause. You honestly hadn’t thought what you would ask if John actually answered the phone through. It was one o’clock in the morning, which John had correctly pointed out, and your brain wasn’t operating at full capacity.

“I was…wondering if you could give me a lesson. Because I’m super tired, and I like to hear you talk.”

“…You do?”

“Yeah. I’ve learned a lot from you just…talking to me? But I’m a history teacher. I’m an expert on wars, not war.”

There was some shuffling on the phone. On the other line, John was leaning over the edge of his bed, searching blindly for his little pocket planner in the pile of clothes on the floor. The rustling stopped when he placed the device on his pillow, rifling through the calendar. He sniffed and was quiet for a moment, while you nibbled anxiously at your pen. Again.

The silence finally broke with a tired sniffle from John. “I can do you better. Why don’t I come to your classes tomorrow?” he asked.

You froze, pen still between your teeth. John? Coming to your school? Spending the day with your students? That would be the equivalent of introducing your boyfriend to your children.

“…Really?”

“Sure.”

Could you even call him your boyfriend? You’d been on a few dates, sure, over the last…two months? No, it was closer to three. Had it been that long already? You did some quick math in your head. You’d gone on about one date a week, with a few canceled due to last-minute commitments. Still, about one date a week, over three months…

Holy shit.

“John, I’m sure you’re busy. I couldn’t-”

“Not at all,” he hummed, cutting you off. “Besides, it would take me ‘til class tomorrow to give you a good enough rundown, and the boss loves shite like this.”

“I thought you were the boss?”

You could practically hear a small smile tugging at John’s lips. The expression was a familiar one. The corner of his mouth quirked up, shifting his beard and creating happy wrinkles near his eyes. His nose would scrunch up a bit, too, especially if you were out in cold weather.

“Everybody has a boss, sweetness. Myself included.”

Christ. Not the pet names. And especially not in the tired, gravelly tone his voice was currently in. John Price was going to be the death of you, even in his unfocused state.

You unfolded your legs from underneath you and moved your notebook onto the coffee table. Your resolve was fading, and you couldn’t be bothered to argue. While you did feel bad about dragging John to your school to fix the problem you created, you weren’t sure you had any other option. Accept defeat? To a group of teenagers? Absolutely not. You’d never live it down. You sighed, rubbing tiredly at your eyes. “If you’re sure…”

“I am.”

A soft smile crossed your face. “Is this just a ploy to meet my kids?”

“Maybe.”

Your sleepy giggles were like music to John’s ears. The sound alone was worth the favor. As if he wouldn’t have done it anyway, just to ease your stress. He would take any and every opportunity to make your day easier or make you happy. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh in person, laying beside you in your bed–

No. John’s a good man. A gentleman, he would say. A man who was perfectly capable of not acting on his urges and thoughts. At least, not in person. However, in the privacy of his own home? That was a different story.

“Thank you so much, John.”

Right. You’re still on the phone. He heard a soft click on your end of the call.

“That’d better be you closing your laptop, I’m hearing.”

“It is.”

“Good girl.” You blushed furiously. Fuck. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

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sturnioloshacker · 10 months

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virgin no more - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: softdom!vinnie, sub!reader, praise kink, pussy eating, vanilla sex, soft sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don't, i'm not your mother

summary: you lose your virginity to your best friend vinnie

i’ve been thinking about it for so long and i feel that this time, it’s right. for years now, i’ve been a virgin. sure, i’ve had my fair share of kisses and makeout sessions in my past relationships, but i’ve never had sex with my past partners. one, i wasn’t ready and two, i’m terrified of losing it to someone i don’t trust with my heart and soul. but lately, i’ve been having thoughts about losing it to my best friend vinnie. vinnie and i have been best friends since his high school days in seattle. we both moved to la when he blew up on tiktok and now we’re both living in his new recently brought apartment.

it’s not my fault though! have you seen the man?! from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly sculpted god-like body that has been carved by the angels in heaven, he’s just simply irresistible. not only that, his personality is truly one of a kind. the sweetest, most caring human being on planet earth who wears his heart on his sleeve. the only problem is, he’s my best friend and i’m scared that he may not feel the same way that i feel about him. what if I ruin my friendship with him? that would be super awkward and embarrassing. then again, he hasn’t ruined our friendship every time he brings a girl home and fucks her senseless that she basically stumbles out of the house the next morning.

after taking the time to build up some courage, i decide it’s time.

“hey, vin. can i ask you something?”

“of course, what’s up?”

“this may be super awkward and embarrassing and you don’t have to answer, but what’s it like not being a virgin?”

“woah, um. it’s great, i guess. why you asking?”

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“that’s great, go for it!”

“i want to lose it to you.”

the silence in the room is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to cut it with a knife. vinnie and i sit opposite each other, our minds racing over what just transpired. great, i just ruined the most amazing friendship i could ever ask for.

“you want me to take your virginity?”

“yes. i trust you with my whole life. and i love you so much.”

“i love you so much. can i please kiss you?”

“please.”

he slowly leans in to capture my lips in one of the most passionate kisses i’ve ever had. the kiss is soft yet so hot. i feel him tug at the bottom of my shirt, wanting to take it off. i reach down to take it off my body, his eyes zoned in on my chest. his kisses move to my chest, kissing the tops of my tits before making his way down my cleavage. i unclasp my bra and remove it, letting it drop to the floor.

“they’re so pretty, oh my god. can i please touch?”

“of course, vin. they’re all yours.” i smile at him.

vinnie groans before using his big, strong hands to grope at my tits. squeezing, massaging, licking, sucking and biting, all of these combined had me weak in the knees. he’s making me feel so good right now, and we haven’t even had sex! i drop to my knees in front of him, the feeling of being so aroused is making me dizzy. my eyes are level with vinnie’s growing bulge. he looks big, is he going to fit? oh my lord, he’s not going to fit. i start pulling down his sweats, wanting to desperately see what he’s hiding. i release him from the confines of his underwear. jesus christ, he’s not fitting. there’s no way that all of THAT is going to fit inside.

“like what you see, princess?” he smirks.

“yeah i do. it’s so… big.”

“as much as i want your mouth around it, tonight’s about you.”

he grabs me by the back of my thigh, scooping me up into his arms. he gently throws me onto our bed before crawling up to me and placing a sweet kiss on my lips. he moves down my body, stopping at my panties. he looks up at me, a cute yet seductive smile plastered on his face.

“can i take these off, sweetheart? wanna see what i’m working with.”

“yes.” i breathe out, my heart racing and head spinning

he slowly removes my panties, gasping at the sight in front of him. he tosses my panties to the side before licking a stripe up my pussy with his tongue, earning a moan from me. i feel his tongue suck and lick at my clit, the feeling of pleasure rushing through my veins.

“you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, please keep going. it feels unreal.”

vinnie continues his actions, only this time, he speeds them up. my little bundle of nerves that have never been touched by a man before are so alive and so sensitive, i can barely form any words now. i suddenly feel a tightness in my stomach. is this what i think it is?

“vinnie, i-“

“you close, baby?”

“i don’t know. my stomach hurts though.”

“you’re close to having an orgasm. want me to keep going?”

“yes! please don’t stop! i need to know what it feels like.”

vinnie sucks and licks my clit a little more before i feel a strange rush through my body. my legs shake at the intense pleasure, my stomach contorts and my pussy clenches at fresh air. my breathing is rapid but is soon calm as he slowly stops his actions.

“you did such a good job, baby. i’m so proud of you. you ready for my cock now?”

“i think so.”

“if it hurts, we’ll stop okay? i promise to go slow and make you feel good.”

“okay.”

vinnie lubes his cock up and jerks it for a bit before aligning it at my entrance. he slowly pushes in, the pain almost unbearable.

“want me to stop?”

“no, i’m okay. you can keep going.”

he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out when he’s fully inside. we both moan at the feeling. i slightly adjust to make sure it fits and won’t destroy me. i nod my head, signalling to vinnie to move. he starts to slowly rock in and out of my pussy. the pain instantly becomes pleasure again as he fucks my walls. i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. he leans over, hovering over my figure before placing a kiss to my forehead.

“oh vin, you feel so good. i love you.”

“i love you more, sweetheart. god, i’m so glad you chose to lose your vigirnity to me.”

our lips connect in a passionate kiss. vinnie wraps his arms around my back, holding me close so that our chests are touching. he continues rocking into me and making me feel oh so good. i feel that strange rush coming back again, this time it’s stronger and right on the edge.

“oh vin, i’m close.”

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

vinnie thrusts one last time and i feel all the same sensations from when he ate me out.

“oh fuck, pretty girl. you did so good, i’m gonna cum now okay?”

“please cum inside me, vincent. i need you so bad.”

vinnie moans at my words and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting ropes up and around my walls. i moan and whimper at the warmth inside me, watching it as it slowly leaks out. he pulls out and flops on the other side of the bed.

“that was amazing. you’re seriously the best.”

“glad you enjoyed, princess. now let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

he kisses my lips before scooping me up into his arms as we go to clean up our mess. i can now say that i’m a virgin no more and that my virginity has been taken by the one and only vinnie hacker.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader

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dinasfavslut · 1 year

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hello could you do a sal fisher x fem reader who is very confident but also really friendly?

Ok so I tried but I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or fluff I guess it’s just more fluff and to be completely honest is was kinda lazy with it I’m sorry it’s not my best but I hope you like it (probably will delete later)

Sally Face x Fem!r

No major warnings slight smut near the end but just like leaving marks and neck kisses

I believe that he has many insecurities because of the trauma he experienced as a child and because of the mask he wears.

When you go to the beach, Sal normally doesn't get in the water; he doesn't want his mask to get torn or fly off by a large wave, and if he does, he makes sure it doesn't get above his knees.

As much as he adores you, he is also envious of your confidence and unaffected demeanor when you fall flat on your face in public. People fall all the time. So, if someone messes up your or his order when getting food, you call the waitress back so they may make the necessary corrections.

You met for the first time in college. You could say you were popular, but it was more about how kind you were and how many friends you had. You were well-known, but not everyone knew who you were or wished to be like you. So you were sitting in chemistry as the "popular" girl next to the "quiet" guy (it's always the quiet ones). "Woah, that's such a cool mask!"

"Oh, uh, thanks."

"Did you make it yourself or get it from somewhere?"

“It’s just prosthetic." He didn't want to give into too much information since he didn't want to scare you away too quickly. He was surprised you didn't ask him what the mask was for; that hadn't come up in a long time.

You've been dating for a few months but have only known each other for around a year."Don't you want to know why I am wearing this?"

"I mean, yeah, I've always wondered, but you haven't seemed at ease talking about why you wear it or what happened, but I think you'll tell me when you're ready."

It took him some time. He removed his mask totally about five months into the relationship. He was stunning. You couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair and kiss him like you'd wanted to for so long. His lips were surprisingly soft. Larry and Ash are the only people who have seen his face (his father is irrelevant). You're now staring at him in awe. "I knew you'd look lovely, but I really underestimated myself." He drew you back into the embrace. It was brimming with passion, love, hunger, and lust.

You feel like it was harder not to kiss him. Consider how many times he's wanted to pull off the mask and make out with you, but he couldn't be too concerned about how you'd scream in fright or slap him for leading you on for so long just to be mortified under his mask. He was well aware that they were ridiculous ideas.

It was dark and rainy outside, and he had planned to take you out to a nice meal. You had your hair done perfectly, your makeup was simple, highlighting your best features, and you wore a dress that accentuated all of your curves as well as a pair of sneakers to look attractive while remaining comfortable. He was driving with his headlights on, barely able to see due to the heavy rain. "Holy shit, Sal! Stop the car, Sal!" He pushed on the brakes, forcing himself forward as you jumped out of the car. A cat was frozen in front of the car; it was dark, wet, and shivering. You cloaked it in a hoodie.

Your hair was a mess, and what you thought was smear-proof mascara was running down your cheeks. "We don't have to go if you don't want us to."

“No no, I'll just put my hair up and clean my make-up." You walked into the restaurant, garnering strange looks as if you'd been living on the street. "sal table for two?"

The night finished with you leaving markings all over him and him biting into your neck, which was okay because you were willing to wear anything that claimed you as his.

#sally face #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #bro is so fine on my knees #I need him 🤭

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 days

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Mission Control 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You clean your leg again. The wound looks and feels little better than the night before. The pulsing ripple of pain is a constant reminder, not that you can get that man out of your mind. Or your life.

You get ready for work numbly. You’re just going through the motions. You don’t know what else you can do.

Colin never returned your call. None of them. The window is broken. You don’t care. The window doesn’t matter. Breaking glass is far from the worst thing this man can do.

You get on the bus wearily. You sit at the front. Each stop, you look up, expecting the man. Some teens, then a man with a walker. You tense up each time the breaks squeal. He’s taunting you again, without even being there.

When your stop comes up, you get off and stand at the stop a few minutes, searching. You don’t if it’s better to see him coming...

You cross the lot and enter the mall. You stop at the coffee shop and get a latte. It won’t help but the warmth might help whittle away at your rigid muscles. You go to the tea shop. This time, it’s Jeremy at the counter.

“Hey, sup?” He asks as he put out the sample pitcher of fruit punch iced tea.

“Nothing,” you answer, eye dart to the mall corridor and back to the counter.

“Oh? Security was asking about you this morning.”

“Um... what?” You turn to him, “they were?”

“Yeah, something about a report last night. Said they were following-up. Something happen?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so concerned with anything. Not more than his phone. You shake your head.

“Just... a suspicious customer,” you shrug.

What’s the point in saying anything? You doubt his reaction will be any different than the police. Or that he could do anything more than offer empty platitudes. It’ll be okay. I’m sure the guy will get tired and leave you alone.

No, he won’t.

The look in his eye as he latched on and tore out your hair assured you of that. You can feel his grip, how strong he was, and you remember the way malice roiled off of him. He’s not just a man, he’s a monster.

“Hm, no surprise there,” Jeremy snorts. “Halloween collections coming tomorrow. This place is going to get stupid.”

“Of course,” you mutter without much thought.

You stare over the counter into the bright mall. Waiting. Watching. He wouldn’t do anything now. Now with Jeremy right there.

He would. He could. Last night on the bus, there were a dozen other passengers who didn’t give a shit about what he did. You put your hands on your head, gripping your skull as if it’s splitting in half. You show your teeth and whine.

“Woah, everything okay?” Jeremy moves towards you and you wince away from him.

“No! It’s not okay,” you spin and hurry into the back room. You grab your bag and your jacket and veer back out.

“Hey, where are you going?” He shouts as you race around the counter.

You don’t answer. You don’t have one. You just can’t stand still and wait for this man to show up again.

You charge through the mall and to the exit opposite the one you usually come in. You stop just outside, right before the tarmac and heave. What are you doing? Where are you going? Home isn’t safe. There’s nowhere else to go.

Your sister stopped talking to you when you called her boyfriend a deadbeat. Your parents took her side, like they always do, and the rest of your family doesn’t give a shit. Even if anyone did answer your call, they’d call you dramatic, or a liar. The latter is more likely.

The police didn’t listen either. Your landlord won’t fix your window or replace the chain, he won’t even bother to check his voicemail. So, what now?

You look around and your eyes snag on a dark figure. It’s him. Just beside one of the light poles. He stands unmoving, as motionless as the metal next to him. You trip backwards and twirl, bursting back into the mall.

You sprint through the corridors, ignoring the patrons as they send you looks, swerving and weaving around them. You turn and come out on the east side of the mall. You slow to catch your breath halfway across the lot.

What do you do? That stupid question has no goddamn answer. What are you doing? That one’s just as pointless.

You get to the patch of grass and climb up onto the sidewalk. You turn south and walk without seeing. Cars blow by on the street as you grip the straps of your knapsack. You just walk. No where in particular.

You cross and continue down the next block, and the one after that, and the one after that. When you’re dizzy and tired, you find a bench and sit. You bend forward and cradle your head. Your lungs burn, your legs too. Your head pounds from fatigue.

You just sit there. When you sense gentle brush next to you, weigh creaking on the slats of the bench, you don’t look. You already know. It doesn’t matter how he found you. The inevitability was a given.

Silent, still, you languish.

You flinch only as he wraps his hand around your wrist and forces your hand away from your head. You sit up and he stands. He tugs you with him. You sway on your feet and he strides forward. You stumble along with him. Not a word, not a glance in your direction.

He just marches on and you have no choice but to go with him.

#steve rogers #captain hydra #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #mission control #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers

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l0ve-dov3 · 7 months

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where the sun shines.

percy jackson x demeter! reader

summary: in which you take percy strawberry picking for the first time!

warnings: none!

word count: 606

authors note: hey hey hey! this is really short (the following parts should be longer) but i felt like i wasn’t seeing much of percy, so i wanted to fix that and write a little something for my percy girls out there. this series is betrayal free, so no need to worry about castellan. anyways, that’s all, enjoy the fic!!!!

“Why do we even have a strawberry field?”

“Because…Demeter, I guess?”

It was mid summer, and you’d forced Percy to join you in picking strawberries. It was his first summer staying at camp, and since you were his closest friend, you showed him all the things you loved about this time of year. Today, that thing was strawberry picking.

“I mean, camp has some of the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted.” You started calmly, imagining the flavor of your favorite fruit, “You’re gonna love ‘em, I promise.”

Percy nodded, half believing you as he reached down for another strawberry. He didn’t care so much about picking berries, finding it a rather simple activity at a camp for demigods, but he listened to each word you spoke as if it would be your last. “I’m trusting you on this one, pollen-head.”

In the time Percy had been at camp, you had become one of his closer friends, outside of Annabeth and Grover. You’d met in his first few days when he wandered off during the bonfire, which you often did to get some alone time, leading him to find you just by the edge of the forest.

“Hello?” Percy called, clutching Riptide as he approached a moving figure. He had thought that, in his wandering, he wouldn’t find anyone by the forest; but apparently he was wrong. When you turned to him, his fist unclenched, releasing Riptide back into his pocket when he met your tearful gaze.

“Sorry for scaring you.” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you returned your eyes to the dark, unmoving forest. “I’m not really used to people finding me here.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, I guess.” The boy returned awkwardly, sitting next to you in an uncertain manner.

Usually, if Percy ran into someone crying, he would have pretended not to notice and walked away. But for whatever reason, and he couldn’t tell you why, he sat next to you that night; thus beginning a year-long friendship.

“What’cha thinkin’ about, fish face?” Your voice resonated in his head, pulling him away from the wistful memory.

“The day we met, when I should’ve been at my first bonfire.” He chuckled, looking at you with that cheeky grin, “I actually think about it a lot.”

“Woah there partner, you may start thinking we’re really friends.” You teased, giving him a light push as you gathered your last berries. The boy chuckled half-heartedly, not knowing why the words made him feel so off. Somewhat confused, he followed behind you with his own basket, coming to a stop as you sat under a great oak tree. “But…I guess I think about it too.”

He journeyed toward you, carefully putting his basket next to yours before settling at your side. “Oh? And here I thought we were pretending to be friends.” Percy tried to joke, nudging you gently.

“Yeah,” You sighed, “But you know, you really are a good friend Percy. I’m glad you found me in the forest that day.”

Percy’s heart pounded harder in his chest, stunning him with a sense of alarm. You looked at him with that gentle smile, and he felt light as air, staring back at you like the world was anew. A new feeling, unfamiliar and odd, wracked his body like a thousand waves. “Yeah…Yeah, I’m glad too.” He breathed, just above a whisper.

You raised a brow at his change in nature, shaking your head with a light chuckle.

Percy Jackson, you thought.

What a weird kid.

#percy x reader #percy jackson x reader #aesthetic #strawberry #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #y/n #camp half blood #demeter #demeter cabin #demigods #half bloods

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starsh1neee · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞| Suna Rintarō

fuckboy suna rintarō x f!reader

+ content warning / MDNI use of pet names ( baby, whore, traitor, slut, prettiest girl), smut, teasing, nipple play, dirty talk etc, girl code, friends w benefits, toxic mindset, victim alike, reader is petty asf.

you love your best friend, you love your best friend, you love your best friend, you love your best friend.

you would never thought once you would break girl code for any of your friends. You were the most loyal friend anyone could ever have or so you thought. It all started when you and your best friend Aiko got accepted in the same college.

you’ve been eyeing this guy in one of your lecture, who is a volleyball player. His name was Suna rintarō and he played for Inarizaki in his high school year.

Only just to find out your best friend aiko was dating him, they’ve been talking for a month. When you found out, you felt somewhat hurt but it didn’t really matter to you because it was just a small crush.

One day, you both were assigned for a partner project. You’ve guys made eye contact a couple of times and you thought he was really attractive, but you had no intention getting with him before you found out him and your best friend were a thing. Just do this project for the credits and get it over with.

when you guys were assigned to work together, you told him to meet you at library that anyone from school barley goes to.

You both met up and sat down. The whole time, you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at this guy in the eye, you’ve heard some rumors about him. Some people say he’s a sex goddess in bed or he knows what he’s doing, so you tried to not be one of his victims.

you sighed, you realized you can’t get extra credit if you don’t tell him your ideas and communicate with each other. So you built up the courage and took a look at him, he was passed out on the table with his head down.

You were disappointed, but not shocked because he is a popular guy.

this is just a one time project, wake him up so you can get points to get the hell out of here. You thought to yourself.

you got up and shrugged him gently, he turned to look at you. You guys made eye contact and you got lost staring at his eyes for one minute.

“you need something?” You stop staring at his eyes and brought yourself back to reality.

“can you do your part of the work please? I’m not trying to do all the work by myself.”

suna looked at you, like your words didn’t mean nothing. “yeah I will, when I feel like it.”

you sighed, well it was at least worth a try.

“well then, I’m gonna get going because if we’re just gonna do our work different timing and not communicate together then we might as well just text each other if we need questions.”

You started to pack your stuff. Before you zipped your bag up, you needed to pack one more thing before you could go back to your dorm to do the rest of your homework. Which was your AirPods, you put one of your hand on the table to see where you left it, but it was gone.

You looked around your table, then looked at suna just to see him playing with your airpods. You rolled your eyes, you went up to him and put your hand in front of his face. “may I please have my airpods back?” you looked at him and he could tell you were not having it.

“why leaving so soon?” He continued playing with your airpods.

“because I have plans suna, please give it back.”

he looked at you, “you’ll get it back, but I want something in return.”

you scoffed, “why would you want something in return that’s mine?”

“woah there, someone is in a bad mood.” he teased.

“yeah because you won’t do your work and you won’t give something of mine back?” You clapped back at him politely.

“just do one thing for me and you’ll get them back okay?”

you took a deep breath, “fine what is it so badly what you want.”

“what’s the question to number 12 for the homework?”

you rolled your eyes at him, “why are you asking answers now? you had all this time but you used it sleeping.”

“yeah cause I didn’t get any sleep, plus I’m a volleyball player and I have a very annoying, clingy girlfriend.”

clingy? Annoying? Your best friend? Annoying and clingy?

“I’m sorry, did you just called my best friend annoying and clingy?” You gave him a look out of disgust.

“do I need to explain?”

To be honest, you couldn’t really blame him. Aiko was too pushy sometimes and always push you out of your comfort zone. Sometimes she was rude to her parents because she always didn’t get what she wants plus she is pretty rich and spoiled, but you didn’t bother to but in because she was a good friend to you.

“Then why are you with her?” You asked him with a curious look on your face

“cause I thought she was my dream girl but I guess that changed in a month.”

you couldn’t believe this guy, but the annoying part was you felt relief. You felt like an asshole for feeling like that but you did like him first.

you sighed, you checked the time on your phone. It was Aiko who was spamming you to pick her up some coffee on the way home and her sending you puppy eye emojis. You just smiled a bit, but while you smiled it made suna curious on what made smile so much.

he kept his cool, for now.

“sorry suna I have to get going, if you have any questions just text me.” Before he could respond, you just left with no hesitation.

After you left, you picked up some coffee for Aiko. On the way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact how suna called your best friend clingy and annoying. It just bothered you, not because he said that.

because it satisfied your worries.

You got to your apartment and unlocked the door. You took your shoes off and yelled “I’m home.”

“Welcome back y/n!! How was studying with my future husband?”

You cringed that she called suna her future husband, they’ve been dating for at least 4 weeks now.

“pain in the ass to be honest, he didn’t do anything but, slept the whole time.” Your friend just chuckled

“That sounds like him.” She had a smile, but it was those kind of smiles where you could tell when someone actually cares about someone.

you felt guilty that you were relief he even called her annoying and clingy because she actually cared about him. She treated him better unlike you could.

“Hey, rin is gonna come over tomorrow and we’re gonna binge movies. Wanna join us?”

You hesitated, cause you knew you would be hurt seeing them being all lovey doves together, but something in you just really wanted to see him again.

“um I’ll think about it, I might have to take care of my brothers dog tomorrow.”

“oh come onn, your always taking care of your brother dog. At this point he’s your dog, you might as well bring him here.”

“Aiko…”

“Come on y/n!! Please it’ll be such a good experience and nice bonding time for all of us!! Plus you can sit in the same couch as us, just bring his dog over here please? You’ve done it once before, you could do it again.” Aiko had those puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t resist but like always you ended up said yes.

It was the next day, but you couldn’t somewhat help feeling so nervous. You thought about dressing up cute for suna, your best friend boyfriend.

stop, knock out of it y/n. He’s your best friend boyfriend just put some sweats and a hoodie on. You put your grey sweats and a large hoodie on.

You walked out of your room, getting your keys about to pick up your brothers dog for the night. “Where are you going? Suna is gonna be here any moment now?”

“I have to get my brother dog, I’ll be back just start the movie without me.” You said that quickly and dipped. You arrived at your brother’s apartment and saw your brother’s golden retriever dog. He jumped onto you and you decided to go to the park and play fetch with him before going back home, before you feel trapped.

After playing, running, throwing for what seems like 24 hours even though it’s been 2. You’ve decided to go back home and face your least favorite part of the day just to get it over with.

Once you arrived at the place, you opened the door and yelled your home. The dog went inside, but waited for you to take you shoes off. You went to the living room to seem them cuddling, on the outside you seemed like you didn’t care and it was normal to you, but the inside you just wanted to scream really loud.

D/n walked up to Aiko and suna to get some attention before coming back to you.

“Awe look at d/n, he’s gotten so big now.” Aiko said adoring him.

“hey y/n.” Suna greeted you with a smile, “hi” you dryly responded back.

Aiko went on and on how you took so long and missed the first two movies which was really good, but you didn’t care because your just glad you let all the worried thoughts out at the park.

You just played with d/n on the floor, giving him belly rubs so you could kill some time.

But, the universe had other plans and decided no. The dog literally passed out within 20 minutes. Couldn’t blame him, he was running all day. You guys were watching some Pixar movie when all of a sudden Aiko asked something you hope she wouldn’t asked.

“Y/n, come lay on the couch with us!! “Cuddle” with us y/n!!” Your friend jokingly laughed

You see, it’s not a problem about you sitting on the same couch as them. It’s that you would have to share and sit right next to suna.

“It’s okay, I’ll just lay with d/n on the floor. I don’t mind it.” You gave a fake smile.

“Stop being such a wuss and come up here, but go change into shorts because it’s so hot in here and your wearing a full body suit of winter clothes during the summer.” She teased

that kinda pissed you off a bit, but you nodded and went to your room to change. You just rushed and grabbed the closet pair of shorts you could find, short or not. You didn’t care, you were in the mood for her annoying bullshit right now.

Damn he was not kidding when suna said she was annoying, usually she not this pushy but when she’s with suna she’s like a bug who won’t leave you alone.

deep inside, you knew it wasn’t her that was the problem. It was you, because you wish you were her in suna arms right now. You needed it most, and you felt ashamed admitting that.

You went downstairs to the living room, you sat where the extra place on the couch was. Right next to suna, you felt nervous and tried your best to stay away from him.

“Y/n, are you cold? Do you need some blanket?” Suna asked looking at you.

“I’m fine, I can just grab my own if I need one don’t worry.” You said with a little harsh tone.

Suna couldn’t help, but smile.

“y/n, you can have some and share with us. We don’t mind.” Aiko had a worried look on her face. It was making you more irritated, suna put some blanket over you and you guys continued watching the movie.

During the movie, you could tell suna giving you some glances. You didn’t look back because you wanted nothing to do with him.

Aiko all of a sudden paused the movie, “I have to use the bathroom plus do my skincare. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” She giggled getting up and going upstairs to the bathroom.

You just sighed and grabbed your phone to avoid looking at suna.

You were scrolling on instagram then all of a sudden you heard a raspy voice speaking. “Why are you avoiding me?” You looked up and see suna staring at you.

“cause I’m loyal?”

“But that shouldn’t give you the fact to ignore me, you didn’t even look at my eyes begging you to help me.”

You were confused, “what do you mean by helping you?”

“I have a dead arm now because you didn’t “save” me.” You couldn’t believe this guy, he’s such an asshole.

“suna, just please respect your girlfriend.”

“I know your jealous.” You blushed because shit he’s right. “Me? Why would I be jealous of my best friend and her boyfriend cuddling?”

“why otherwise are you avoiding me?”

You just sighed while turning off your phone and looked at him.

“cause I just don’t feel like talking to anyone?” It was awkward and quiet for another three minutes

“can I lay into your arms? Before she comes back?”

“I don’t know..” you hesitated

“please? I’ve been waiting all to do this all day.”

“don’t you have a girlfriend? Just ask her instead?” You gave him a look that made you nervous

“yeah, but I want it to be you instead.”

no y/n, that is your best friends boyfriend. There’s a ton of other guys in the world who would kill to be with you. Plus suna is literally just a playb-

fuck it, you opened your arms as a sign to welcome him in.

He gave no hesitation to crawl into your arms, and he put his head into your neck. You were finally satisfied with your touch starving problem you’ve been having since you arrived here. You played with his hair a bit and he was getting really comfortable.

“Your arms feel better.” You could tell he was saying the truth, because when he said that he let a deep breath out.

You knew Aiko was still upstairs, you could hear the music and sink running.

“I don’t want to let you go.” You admit with no shame.

he looked at you and you just looked away. You cringed the fact you said that, then all of a sudden you snapped back into reality and slowly started to let go of him, but he stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and said “I don’t wanna leave you either.”

You guys held each other for another five minutes, one of guilt and one who felt free. Then all of a sudden suna got up again and he put his forehead onto you.

“can I do something for you?” He looked at you and you nodded.

He went to your ear and whispered, “can I make you feel good before she comes back? please I need this.”

You blushed and looked at him, “what if she caught us?”

“she won’t, if your not so loud.” He teased.

“Do you trust me?” He slowly move your shorts aside and started to rub your clit in circles through your underwear teasing you.

you nodded trying not to moan or make any sound so instead you leaned in for a kiss.

you guys have a slow passionate kiss, you guys made out while he was rubbing your clit.

You were moving a lot and gripping onto his shoulder, trying to hold your moans.

He apart his mouth from yours, “are you gonna come?” He whispered in your ear.

you couldn’t respond, but he started to rub your clit faster.

When you masterbate, you only finger yourself. You’ve never found the “right” place to make yourself cum on your clit.

And some what surprise, suna found that spot.

“suna..” you whispered in his ear.

“call me rin when it’s just us two.”

“rin..I’m close..I can’t hold my moans in if you keep doing that.” You whimpered quietly. “moan in my ear baby, your moans are so cute.”

And that’s what you did, you started to moan in his ear. It felt good, then all of a sudden you both heard the sink turn off, but suna was determined to make you cum.

he started to rub even faster, you gasped on how fast he was rubbing your clit.

soon you started hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, “rin..I’m gonna cum.”

“cum for me baby, hurry.”

after a couple more seconds you came and you both quickly got off each other. Suna licked his fingers with the ones he rubbed your clit with.

You guys both went back to your original places and you grabbed your phone and acted like you were on it this whole time.

“hi guys” Aiko said yawning

“hi baby, come here.” Aiko sat down and put herself all over suna.

you couldn’t even look at them after what you and suna did. Also because suna called her baby after he just called you that.

“do you guys wanna continue the movie?” Aiko looked at the both of you

“nah you guys can continue, I’ll just take me and d/n upstairs. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“really? It’s only 10:30?” Aiko looked at you like you were some crazy lady.

“yes because I actually have to do stuff tomorrow, Night guys.” You got up and went to the sleepy golden retriever on the floor to wake him up.

“night y/n!!” Aiko said and you just smiled.

The dog woke up, right before you and the dog were gonna go upstairs into your room you heard “bye y/n, see you at school.” you stopped for a second after hearing suna’s voice.

he was definitely fucking with you, you just looked and gave him a small smile and went upstairs.

For the rest of the night you could barley sleep, but you fell asleep eventually.

it was two days later since the incident with you and suna on the couch. You come home one day and you see Aiko pissed on the couch, the same one suna pleasured you on.

you asked her what’s wrong and she told you her and suna are taking a break because he wasn’t putting effort into the relationship. Plus he was so dry with her and eve more dry in person, so she decided to take a break with him because she still wanted him.

You just decided to comfort her, but something in you was pushing you to do something you shouldn’t do.

You told her you were gonna sleepover at a friends house for the night, she was okay with it and wished you to be safe. You packed your clothes just in case and drove off, you parked into a 24 open grocery store and called suna.

You were nervous while it was ringing but he picked up within a second.

“hello? Y/n?”

“su-“

“rin.”

you sighed

“Rin, are you home right now?”

“yes? why?”

“Aiko told me you guys were taking a break, I was wondering if I could come…over for a bit and then leave.”

“sure, just stay for the night. I’ll give you my address.”

you agreed and ended the call.

He texted you his address and you drove 15 minutes for him. Once you arrived, you took a deep breath and got out of your car. You grabbed your bag and went to the front door.

you knocked on it and he opened the door. He opened it fast, it was like he’s been standing there waiting for you to come. You quickly walked in, and he grabbed you in for a hug.

“rin..”

“don’t move for a minute, please.”

His voice sounded like he’s been wanting this for a while.

while you were in his arms, there’s something you’ve been needing to ask him for a while.

“rin..I have something to ask you.” You apart from his arms and look up at him.

“what is it?” he asked you, being prepared for whatever is gonna be ask

“if you were just gonna be like this with me, then why did you even get with Aiko? And what am I to you? A option..? Because if so I just want this to be a one time thing, and we can go our own ways after this, but please just be honest with me. No matter how harsh.” You’ve been questioning this for awhile.

“I’ve always liked you, I only used Aiko just to get closer with you. I know that sounds fucked up, but you seem so private with your life. I didn’t know how to interact with you, so I got with Aiko. I swear to you, all we did is kiss. Nothing else and I’m willing to break up with her just to get with you.”

“Rin..I appreciate that. Really I do, but Aiko is my best friend and I wouldn’t wanna hurt her like this. I would never thought I do this to my friends, but there’s something about you that’s so different i did. As much I want to be with you everyday, I’m just scared and don’t think I can’t.”

“then let’s date secretly. I can still date Aiko but, not be as touchy with her. I know that sounds wrong, but I don’t wanna hurt you because I like you a lot y/n.”

“rin, I couldn’t do that to Aiko because it make it worse for her, for us. Plus I don’t wanna be secret, I wanna go places with you knowing we don’t have to run away and do it in private. If we have dates I don’t want our only dates just to hangout at your house..” you gently grabbed his tshirt and he just pulled you in for a hug.

“You might hate me for this, but I think we should just tell her. Tell her the truth in front of her now then her finding out later. I know it’s not normal for girls to choose guys over friend, but your the only girl in my eyes.”

you had to pause and think for a moment. Was it really worth it? Yes you liked him first, but would you rather choose a relationship that probably wouldn’t workout over a friendship you loved for almost 7 years.

“Suna, I don’t know. Maybe we can just do this for tonight, but after tonight let’s act like this never happened.”

“since when did you start calling me suna? it’s rin for you?” He let go of you while still holding onto you.

“It’s not my place to call you by your first name, that’s Aiko’s place not mine. I just wish you went to me first and not her.”

He just laughed at you.

“so what? Your just gonna give up like that? Y/n, when we were having that movie night I literally saw you suffering into jealousy watching me cuddle Aiko. Shit, I even wish it was you instead of her. Your just gonna cut this off and keep suffering while watching us being all lovey dovey?”

damn he’s such an asshole, no wonder why him and Aiko are on a break jeez.

“Suna, it’s not gonna matter to me anymore. As long I move on and just accept it, I’ll be okay. Plus, I’m planning on moving out to live on my own anyway and I got accepted to a different university.”

Suna eyes widen when you said that, moving? Your leaving him? Usually he doesn’t care, but when you said that something in him just hurt.

He doesn’t want you to go, he doesn’t want you to leave, he wants you to stay and be with him. Fuck Aiko, fuck her, he doesn’t even like her, he actually thinks she’s fucking annoying. “Because” of her, she’s messing up the opportunity with you.

he was just silent and quiet for a while, “rin…I’ll stay with you just for tonight and you can do anything with me. Hold me, kiss me, anything.”

he just looked at you, you can see the hurt in his green eyes. “Rin, fine. If you can change my mind for tonight I’ll consider staying with you and we can both tell Aiko how we feel together, but I’m still accepting that university and moving out.”

“does she know about that?”

“Of me moving?” He nodded when you asked him that question.

“yes I told her this morning, she was okay with it.”

“What university?”

the university was somewhere in Tokyo Japan, it was way far from where you guys lived.

“what if I go with you, and let’s move in together. I’ll break up with her and you can just ghost Aiko or lose interest.”

That was a good idea, but she always text you 24/7. Whatever, you were willing to sacrifice it.

But first, you wanted to see how he was gonna do tonight with you.

“I’ll be fine with anything, but it depends what you do to make it up to me for the rest of the night.”

he chuckled, he looked at your outfit. You were just wearing a black tube top and blue Jean shorts. He grabbed your waist and kissed you on the lips.

You kissed him back, you both didn’t let go of each other. He stopped and grabbed your hand to lead you where his room was. Once you guys got in his room and he closed the door, he just pushed you on the bed.

It was gentle though, he got on top of you and you guys continue from where you left off.

he pushed your tube tank down to reveal your chest bare. He grabbed your tit and pinched your nipple. You gave out a small moan, “rin..” he started to lick your tit while massaging the other one.

“so beautiful Princess.” You could feel his warm breath on your tit.

“Tonight, let me treat you good okay baby?” You nodded and he went down between your thighs.

He slowly unzipped your short jeans, he was slowly taking everything off you in a way to tease you. He took your shorts off and saw your panties.

He rubbed your clit through your panties slowly, he was rubbing in circles in a slow motion.

“oh my god..” You quietly moaned.

“your so wet, this pussy has been waiting for me all day for me huh?” He started to take off your panties to reveal your full pussy.

“rin..touch me..please.”

“not so fast Princess, I gotta convince you to be with me.”

you whined quietly because of how inpatient you were. Soon enough, suna started to give your clit and single lick. You tried to hold in your moans because your body felt like someone else was in the house.

suna started to slowly make out with your clit, he was doing it on a slow pace. Which made you go insane, he noticed you were holding in some of your moans and only letting the quiet ones out.

“let it all out, no one is here and if so screw it. I’ll show them who’s mine for the night.” He started to continue eating you out.

suna started to eat you out faster, desperately wanting to hear those pretty moans of yours.

damn they were not kidding when they said suna was a fucking sex goddess. It’s like he knew where the right places were to pleasure you, out of all of your one night stands and relationships. You’ve only had bad sex, it wasn’t as good because the guys you were with was clueless.

They didn’t know all your good spots and didn’t know the right pace to build up to your orgasm. Suna though, whoever taught him, taught him good. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was like all those sexual cravings you wanted from your past relationships were granted.

soon enough, suna started to pick up the pace and eat you out faster.

Fuck it, you let out a real moan. Suna got hard hearing your moan. Yes he had sex with other girls, but their moans wasn’t as pretty or turned him on like yours. Your moans made him want to be inside you even more.

Suna starts to lick everything, he was doing it so good you were so close to cum.

“rin…I’m gonna cum..”

but as soon you said that, he stopped. You looked at him like he was crazy and a maniac. “why did you stop..I was so close.” You whined

he just chucked, “patience baby, plus I’m gonna prove to you that I can make you stay and once I do this pussy will be all mine and only mine.”

he got up to position himself right on top front of you, “you’re so beautiful.” While kissing your neck and slowly developing a hickey.

“rin..can the hickeys wait?” You tried to push him off, but he was too strong.

“no, I’m showing everyone who you belong to.”

You couldn’t hold it in and need him in you more then ever.

“Rin, I need you in me. Please, I’m ready.” You begged and he just smiled at you.

“you think your ready pretty baby?” You nodded, he could tell you were begging for his cock.

He put his under cock against your cunt teasing it. He starte to play with your nipples, both felt like hell. This was happening till you begged him to fuck you and you kept squirming.

Suna grabbed his cock, slowly guiding it and positioning it to your entrance before sliding it in. You were trying to adjust to his size, he was so big.

You guys both took a deep breath. Then soon enough suna starts moving slowly, you were squeezing him tight. You were squeezing like crazy, “so fucking tight.” He groaned.

“go faster, please rin? I need you so bad.”

you see, the thing is suna would abusive the fuck out of that pretty cunt of yours except he wanted to hear you say you’ll stay with him after this. He was desperate for you and determined to make you live with him.

“y/n say it.” You looked at him with a confused look, “what do you f-fuck..mean?”

“say you’ll stay with me for the rest of your life, be mine. please y/n?”

you thought about it and you decided yes. You were gonna stay with him because you loved him a lot.

“yes rintarō, I’ll be yours even after all of this.” He smiled, he started to move his hips a little faster.

you were a moaning mess as he pound into you like it’s the end of the world.

“fuck y/n..keep squeezing me, mm so fucking right.” He held your hand as he pounds into you.

Suna then went more forward and changed his hips position, he started to thrust you into a faster pace. You were losing it.

“r-rin- ah! I’m so close.” You moaned loudly while feeling the pleasure he was giving you.

“fuck, cum with me baby please. cum with me.” He whimpered in your ear which made you even more wet.

“rin, cum inside me please. Breed me, fill me up please I want your cum.” You moaned

how could he pass up an offer like that?

soon enough, you guys both came at the same time. Suna cum filled you up like crazy, he pulled out and grabbed the towel near his night lamp.

He cleaned you up and soon enough jump onto you.

“Y/n, I love you.”

you looked at him and kissed him on the forehead while you play with his hair.

“I love you too rin.”

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misserabella · 1 year

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so may i ask if i can request abby & bratty(ish) reader having phone sex because she NEEDS an orgasm. Abby is helping her get what she wants if you get what i’m saying 💕💕 :)

thru the phone

abby anderson x fem! reader

cw; +18content, minors dni!, sexting, nudes, phone sex, bratty needy reader, abby and reader are kind of fuck buddies that hate each other, teasing, degradation, praise kink, masturbation (r and abby), praising, use of pet names like good girl and baby or doll instead of y/n, sub! reader, dom! abby, mentions of abby strap, dirty talking…

her phone’s screen light up with her favorite girl’s messages. as she went into the chat, expecting you to be cursing her for some shit that’s he had done to you this morning at school (something you did quite a lot), her eyes widened at the messages you’d sent her instead.

abby

i can’t cum

there was a picture attached under those simple 4 words. abby groaned when she took in the sight of two of your fingers pushing inside your sticky and puffy cunt, thighs glistening in your slick.

jesus christ. okay woah.

help me.

aw, you need me baby? poor thing can’t make herself cum?

you could almost hear the mock on her voice.

oh fuck you.

you wish baby. isn’t that why you’re texting me?

and why are you answering?

‘cause there’s a cute girl on my phone begging me to help her cum.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

i’m not begging.

not yet.

your stomach bursted with butterflies as a needy moan left your lips.

you’re a dick.

and you suck.

come on abby.

i don’t see you beg doll

you groaned.

i fucking hate you.

i bet you do princess

yes. fuck. i fucking hate you but i need to hear your voice, so please

hmmm, say that again

please, abby, please…

what do you need?

i need you, fuck, please abby i need you

pick up

as you finished reading the text, the call popped up on your screen. you had never been faster into pressing the green button, putting her on speaker.

“so pathetic…you can’t cum baby? your fingers aren’t good enough?” you groaned, your free hand cupping your tit and teasing your nipple. “poor thing…”

“shut the fuck up and help me.” you snapped, making her scoff. she was touching herself on the other side of the line, laying on her bed, bitting down on her bottom lip and thinking about all the ways in which she was gonna fuck you after this. sex with you was always so fucking good… if only you weren’t the biggest headache with legs she had ever met…

“such a fucking brat. remember that you’re the one who can’t get off and needs help here.” you whimpered, making her chuckle. “shh, it’s okay baby, i’m gonna help you get what you want. you just play with that pretty little clit of yours and keep fucking your fingers, hm? i’ll make you cum.” you nodded, as if she could see you. you moaned when you hit your g spot. “that’s it. just like that… atta girl…” fuck. how much she wished she was right there. that she could see you. fuck you. “shit. you’re killing me.” she moaned, her fingers plunging inside her tight and warm walls. she sighed at the feeling and stretch, closing her eyes and focusing on your needy voice.

“abby, fuck, please…” you begged, finally breaking. you needed her to keep praising you like that. and she knew it.

“see? good girl… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she smirked, and if you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, you would have tell her to fuck off. “add another finger baby. need you to be stretched and ready for my cock.” you followed her orders, moaning at the fullness.

“i’m close, fuck…” you warned her, focusing on hitting your g spot and rubbing your clit.

“yeah? you gonna cum, baby?” you whined, feeling the warmth and tightness of your orgasm on your stomach.

“abby, i’m cumming, i’m cumming…!” you babbled, finally feeling it, almost being able to grasp it. you were right there.

“cum for me, doll. be a good girl and cum for me.” she grunted.

you screamed as it hit you, your vision going white and your voice coming out all broken as you soaked your fingers and sheets. your needy whimpers made abby ruin her underwear. you sounded so fucking perfect it hurt. she praised you and guided you though it, helping you fuck every last drop of your cum out of your cunt.

“fuuuck…” she sighed, taking the words out of your mouth. “i’m coming over.”

a/n; 🤭

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #tlou abby #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby x you #abby anderson x fem! reader #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou imagine #tlou fic #tlou smut #tlou fluff #tlou x reader

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inmyminditsreal · 1 year

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I'll protect you

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 661

Summary: The BAU goes to a bar to unwind after a hard case. You get some unwanted attention to which Spencer immediately comes to your defense.

Everyone arrives at the bar, we pick a table close to the back so we can talk.

“I can’t believe it took us that long.” Emily states.

“Yeah, I mean- the husband. He was right under our noses the entire time.” Derek responds.

“At least we caught the guy.” you say, trying to lighten the mood “wanna go dance?” you ask.

Both JJ and Emily agree, so you walk up to the dancefloor and start swaying. You laugh at each others stupid dance moves and funny faces until,

“I have to go to the bathroom- I’ll be right back.” JJ says. Emily had already gone to buy us drinks, so it was just you. It’s fine, pretty crowded anyway. A man approaches you and asks,

“Oh come on- one drink ain’t gonna hurt you.” He starts and you reluctantly respond with,

“Hey there little lady, why don’t I buy you a drink?” You quickly reply with, “No, thanks though.”

“No, thank you.”

“I didn’t say that was an option.” He growls, moving closer. Suddenly, he grabs your ass. You're about to push him off when someone already does that for you. It's Spencer.

“Get your hands off her and leave her alone.” He blazes at the man.

“Woah woah woah, calm down- I was just having a little fun!” The man responds while winking at you.

“She said no, you didn’t listen so get the fuck out of here. Now.” He snarls at the man.

“Fuck you man! FUCK YOU!” The man shouts before barely walking to the bar in a straight line. JJ and Emily walk up after hearing the commotion and quickly run up to comfort you. Spencer was still following the man, I saw him show his badge, then the guy hurried off. You start to tear up. Spencer walks over to you and asks,

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yea- it’s fine.” you reply while wrapping him into a big hug. He returns the favor, and you stay like this for a minute or two.

The three of them sit you down and explain the situation to the rest of the team. Everybody is pissed. Spencer offers to take you home, to which you agree.

In his car we start the drive, and he asks, “Are you really okay? You didn’t deserve any of that.” He continued, “I told the bartender about the guy. He said he’d make sure he never goes in the bar again.”

“Thank you, spence.” you reply.

“Answer my question, are you okay?” He asks.

“Not really- I just feel gross.” You answer.

“I’m so sorry- is there anything I can do?” He questions you carefully.

“This may be a bit much, but- would you mind staying the night with me?” You mutter back.

The last thing you want is to be alone.

“Of course.” He smiles back.

Back at my place, you walk up to your room and get ready for bed. Once you're ready, you grab Spencer and take him to the room.

“Do you have spare blankets and pillows?” He asks.

“For what?” you respond, confused.

“Well, you only have one bed so I’m assuming that I’m sleeping on the floor.” He murmurs back.

“Oh- it’s up to you. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Thank you again for staying the night.” You tell him.

“Oh um, okay. No problem, I’d do this for you anytime.” He replies while smiling.

You smile back and thank him for standing up for you in the bar as well. He smiles and waves it off as nothing but a necessity.

He chooses to sleep in bed with you. He ends up laying on his back, arm stretched out. You're laying on that arm until he wraps it around you.

“Goodnight.” You whisper.

“Goodnight, just know I will always be here to protect you, no matter what. I love you.” He whispers back.

You couldn't be more grateful for him.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer read fic #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid imagine #protective spencer reid #bau #bau!reader #fem!reader x spencer reid

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starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies · 8 months

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Officer Down | J.H.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay takes a hit to the chest during a shootout and gives you quite the scare. Based on episode 6x2.

A/N: I finally wrote something!! (Shocking I know) it only took me 7 months but I’ve finally got a new fic for yall. I’m sorry for being so slow to write but the last 7 months have been ROUGH.

I’ve been wanting to write this fic forever and was finally inspired to finish it after rewatching the episode. I don’t really like how this turned out but that’s what happens after writers block I guess

Warnings: near death experiences, guns and shooting

Word Count: 637

This case had been difficult for the team, Jay getting hit his hardest with his dad being one of the victims on the fire. The longer the chase for the arsonist, the more you could see him spiraling. You expected it, all things considered. Jay may have said they didn’t have the best relationship, but it was still his father. What you didn’t expect was for Jay to disobey a direct order from Voight and go after the suspect on his own.

After you took his truck and two way, you thought he would be safe, far away from the action. So when you heard his call come in over the radio, your heart sank to your stomach.

“This is 5021 George. Emergency. Shots fired. Offender down, need an ambo. Lower Wacker and Columbus.”

As soon as you heard his location, you took off running, Kevin close behind. Rounding the corner, you saw Jay unmoving on the pavement, his side covered in blood.

“5021 Victor. Officer down. I repeat, officer down. Lower Wacker and Columbus. Get us an ambulance!” You rushed to Jay’s side, leaving Kevin to take care of the offender.

You tried to stay calm as you ripped open his shirt, panic threatening to override your training. You could see he was bleeding from his side, but you couldn’t tell what the damage was from the other bullets.

“Jay? Hey, talk to me.” Your voice wavered.

Jay was breathing heavily, looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled his vest away from his body, feeling under it for the bullet.

“It didn’t go through. It didn’t go through.” You pressed on the wound at his side with shaky hands. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

You watched intently as the paramedics patched up Jay in the back of the ambulance. There were officers all around you, blocking off the scene and questioning the other members of the team, but you tuned it all out.

Once the paramedics were done treating him and he had gotten a thorough scolding from Voight, you made your way over.

“Hey.” You took a seat next to him. “You gonna be okay?”

Jay looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m okay. No serious damage, just a few stitches and some major bruising.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t stop myself.” He said quietly.

You nodded lightly, giving him a small smile and patting his leg gently. “I know.”

The paramedic came back over and you used the interruption to excuse yourself. You could feel the aftermath of the situation setting in and you needed to get away from the scene.

You heard footsteps behind you and Kevin appeared at your side. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yep, I’m good. I’m fine.” You replied, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice.

Kevin put a hand on your arm, slowing you down and turning you towards him. “Woah, woah.” You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yeah, that’s the adrenaline wearing off. It’s okay.”

“I thought he was dead.” You choked out the words.

Kevin put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “So did I.”

As the two of you made it back to the cars, he brought you in for a hug. You gripped his shirt tightly, embarrassed by your crying, but soaking in the comfort after the emotions of the past hour. You knew out of anyone, Kevin would never judge you for being human.

“I gotcha.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. “C’mon, Sarge said we’re done for the day. Jay’s in good hands. I’ll drive you home.”

You spared one last glance back towards Jay as you got into the car, only to find him looking right at you, his face etched with concern.

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#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead fic #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead blurb #jay halstead one shot #chicago pd fic #chicago pd x reader

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ryuichirou · 2 months

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Replies

Catching up! So today we’re mostly having replies related to all the stuff we posted recently.

Starting with the most important question.

Anonymous asked:

Wait, Idia got called a brocon? When?

He did! Grim called him a brocon in 5-13 right after we saw Ortho for the first time :3 (timestamp on 5:42 just in case)

Anonymous asked:

How does that smoke beer donut taste?

(this is about this drawing)

Very smoky! And like something Gidel isn’t supposed to eat…

Anonymous asked:

I wanna see some of your traditional art

Actually, Anon, you’re looking at it…

The majority of things that we post daily was originally drawn traditionally, and then coloured digitally. I really want to do more art that is 100% traditional, but never get a chance to for a bunch of reasons :(

Anonymous asked:

I love your analysis holy cow! see its because of Book 5 that i cant stop seeing Vil and Rook as mom and dad. i love this ship mind you, (they are my comfort ship and it gives me life whenever you draw them you beautiful soul) but even if some didnt see them as a romantic couple--in my opinion they still have that VIBE you know? Like whenever they're there you just cant help but feel like BRO THEY WOULD BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES AND THEN GROUND YOU AND SEND YOU TO YOUR ROOM FOR FIGHTING IN THE FIRST PLACE LOL is it just a me feeling?

(this is related to this post)

Thank you for your kind words, Anon! I am very happy you enjoyed the analysis and that you like my RookVil art <3

Yeah, I think these two being very parental is pretty obvious and pretty intentional! All jokes aside, Pomefiore trio really feels like it was written in a way that they would read as a family. We don’t usually like this trope because characters playing house could get pretty boring, and a lot of family-related tropes don’t resonate with us at all. So I am surprised to this day that we love Pomefiore’s vibes so much. I’m guessing that it’s because of how unusual of a family they are, how Epel actually fights with Vil a lot, and how he grows from being a little brat to being a little brat that is eager to grow and excited to show his senpais his new cool magic tricks, while they tease him but still are very proud and excited for him. Like, they’re strict and would smack him (well, Vil would) but they also want him to grow. Woah, that sounds way too wholesome ew lol

Anyways! Even if we exclude Epel, and this is another thing I’ve talked about a lot, I genuinely feel like Rook and Vil were intentionally written as a couple that has been together for quite some time, at least coding-wise. There are just too many tropes and situations that they have that are usually used for couples… Alright I’ll stop myself or I’ll rant about them again even though I just did a couple of weeks ago.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

I just love baby Vil so much, makes me wonder what happened

(this is about this drawing)

Adults with shitty opinions + kids that can’t separate reality from fiction happened… truly, two of the worst things that could happen to a possible friendship between actors.

A couple of asks about this drawing:

Anonymous asked:

Oh oh! I saw! Che'nya art! We (smiley kitty fans) are starving! Thank you for the food! It is delicious! May we have another plate, please?

Poor smiley kitty fans! :( I am so sorry you’re starving! Please enjoy your food.

Unfortunately I don’t have any more smiley catfood for you…….. yet.

Anonymous asked:

*see Chenya *

*starts biting at the bars of my containment*

Better question for him..... What that tongue do??? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

What that tongue doesn’t do, Anon? Wink

Anonymous asked:

Question. How much of Riddle's body do you think Che'nya would lick to clean him?

In theory, he’d probably get bored pretty quickly, but I kind of want him to just keep licking… Riddle thought it would be over 15 minutes ago, but Che’nya’s still licking… The moment he would be done with his face, ears and head (cat saliva in Riddle’s hair…), Riddle would realise that Che’nya is determined to lick him all over. Time to call Trey…

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Riddle gets licked my Chenya often in my lil delulu ass world

Sometimes Che’nya randomly appears, licks his cheek and disappears again.

Anonymous asked:

Bro I gotta know, what do the tweel's dick(s) look like on their merform? I was scrolling on ur bluesky and saw this one with jade and idia and something between idia's legs and I was like "is that his dick?" If so DAYUM! May that bussy rest in peace

Love your art and speedpaints btw💗

Thank you for enjoying my art and especially my speedpaints! I am very happy to hear that <3

Hehe I’m glad you liked that one! I had a lot of fun with that piece.

I feel like I draw merpeen differently every single time lol but I love the design we came up with for that Jade/Idia drawing, and in fact I do have a post in which I talk about how it probably works! There aren’t any pictures there, but there are some interesting thoughts…

#replies

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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comfort & chaos | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter three: heat waves

summary: after a bad date, you find yourself on carmy's doorstep. (the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you)

warnings: so much pining you may be entitled to compensation after reading this, swearing, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language, mentions of covid-19, eventual smut.

word count: 3.5k

listen to: i like me better - lauv | ceilings - lizzy mcalpine | heat waves - glass animals (i'm sorry but this song invented sexual tension. full stop.) better than i know myself - del water gap

read: chapter two

“sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of june…” (heat waves – glass animals)

June 2021

You: Hey, I’m in your neighborhood. You around?

Carmy: Yeah, what’s up?

You: Want some company?

Carmy: 👍

You: Heading your way.

Carmy: It started raining. Be careful.

You: I noticed. Thanks, dad.

Carmy: 🙄

You’re not ready to go home yet as you head towards Carmy’s apartment. You’re not sure why you thought it was a good idea to download a dating app the other week… and you’re trying your best not to read into the fact that your first thought was to reach out to Carmy. Hesitant to tell him, you figure you’ll just surprise him by showing up like this – all dressed up.

It’s not like he’s your boyfriend. He probably won’t even notice, you think to yourself.

You hope he just doesn’t say anything – so that you don’t have to tell him you were on a date – but as soon as the torrential downpour starts, there’s no way he won’t say anything. You're only a block and a half away, so you decide to power through, storm be damned.

“Woah,” he says, as soon as he opens the door.

“‘Looks like you got caught in the rain’ woah, or…like a ‘you look overdressed’ kinda woah?” you ask back, your hair beginning to drip on the carpet.

“Both?” he offers up, trying his best to make it seem like he’s not checking you out. “You’re uh… fancy.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, not sure how much you’re going to reveal. It’s just not something you’ve really talked about yet and you’re ambivalent about how he may react. Hell, you’re ambivalent about how you feel about it too.

But Carmy hasn’t invited you in yet either, blocking your pathway as he tries not to make it blatantly obvious that he’s gawking at you. “I uh… sort of had a date.”

“Oh,” he mutters, before stepping aside to invite you in.

He takes a beat, watching you carefully as you enter his apartment.

“How’d it go?” he asks, hesitantly.

“Uh… not great,” you admit, with a shrug. “But I’m not sure what I expected either. Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Oh! Yeah sure,” he nods, hurrying into his bedroom.

Carmy mentally scolds himself for even asking. Would you really be here on his doorstep if it had gone well? He knows the answer, but what feels unfamiliar is the tight feeling that’s lodged itself in his chest.

He wonders when you started dating. It’s not like you’d said anything about it to him. It’s not like you owed it to him to say anything either. Were you on those apps he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around? Or maybe one of those investment banker fuckos that had come into the restaurant a few weeks ago. He’d been this close to burning the whole place down when he noticed one of them practically undressing you with their eyes as you’d walked by from your visit with another table.

Carmy returns to you with a pair of sweatpants and one of his pristine white t-shirts, his eyes fixed on you as you remove your shoes. The kitchen overhead is the only light that’s on, leaving most of the apartment lit only by the TV. You can see a few cigarette butts that have been aimlessly thrown across the ashtray he keeps on his coffee table, and you know he’s been smoking tonight.

“Pasta Grannies?” is all you ask, gesturing towards the TV.

“Yeah,” he nods. It’s as if he’s just remembered that he’s holding a dry pair of clothes for you, a look of panic plastered on his face. “Shit. I forgot. Here.”

“Thanks, Carm,” you say, taking them and disappearing into the bathroom for a quick change.

You examine your reflection in the mirror as you wring the excess water from your hair right into the sink. You take your time, tying your hair into a bun over the top of your head, immediately feeling at ease now that you’re here with him. While most of your makeup is gone, swept away by the rain, you feel much more like yourself in a pair of Carmy’s sweatpants that you ever felt in a fancy dress on that date. You hang your very wet dress over the shower curtain rod in Carmy’s bathroom to dry, before opening the door to rejoin him in the living room.

Carmy’s returned to the couch, his feet kicked up on the outside of the couch as he stretches out across it.

“Much better,” you comment, making your way towards him.

You settle into the couch with Carmy, curled up apart on opposite sides of the couch. It’s a comfortable pattern you’ve fallen into: hanging out, watching movies till 3 am while he smokes a few cigarettes to unwind from the day. You like this rhythm. And you like that it’s with him.

As another episode of Pasta Grannies begins, Carmy’s mind continues to race. He’s wracking his brain for any excuse to bring it up again – this whole, you dating thing.

He searches your face for any kind of in. He’s not sure what he’s looking for: a furrowed brow, a sigh of frustration, a look of dissatisfaction? Something he can ask about so that you’ll tell him more about your night. But as he examines you closely, trying his best to get a read on you, iit seems as if you’ve forgotten all about it, comfortably curled up on his shitty $50 dollar couch that he’d found at Goodwill.

“So… what was so bad about this date?” he finally manages to get out, surprising you.

You shrug, carelessly, “Men suck.”

Your answer makes him chuckle as he agrees with a, “Yeah, we do.”

You’re honestly surprised that he’s asking. You and Carmy had never really talked about dating – save for a few stories about your exes here and there. You got the impression that Carmy hadn’t dated a lot at all, nor did he seem all that interested in dating. At least that’s what you’ve figured, considering you spend all of your time together and he’s not once tried to make a move.

“Uh…” you start, figuring you’ll elaborate since he’s taken such an interest. “Just… not great conversationalist. The guy spent half the night trying to convince me that cryptocurrency was worth investing in and uh… I don’t know. Just wasn’t there for me, I guess.”

“What?”

“You know… that spark, I guess.”

And he does. He feels it every single time you look at him with your ‘you’re totally pissing me off and I hate how endearing it is’ look. He feels it on the rare occasion that he makes you laugh. Every time he makes you a new dish he’s working on and you tell him how annoying it is that he’s this damn good.

“Yeah, no I uh-. Sounds like it’d be important,” he offers up, suddenly feeling out of his league. It’s not like he can commiserate or agree with you from experience.

“You uh… wanna watch something else?” you ask him, quickly changing the subject.

“Sure, yeah,” he replies, tossing you the remote.

“Thank you,” you smile at him as you take it.

You begin scrolling through his smart TV’s apps, searching for a movie to put on in the background. The sounds of the rain falling harder and harder against his apartment windows fill his ears since nothing is playing in the background just yet. He doesn’t remember hearing about a storm, but it must’ve come on unexpectedly.

Carmy watches you as you explore your options, and he feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest at the thought of some asshat sitting here on this couch with you – someone that’s not him. He swallows, suddenly aware that he’s clenching his fist. He relaxes it, beginning to fidget with a spare key chain that lays on the coffee table.

“You end up calling your brother?” you question, in reference to the last conversation you’d had about his Mikey.

You’d encouraged him to call, even though it seemed like Michael had been in touch lately.

“Yeah,” he sighs, disappointedly. “Didn’t pick up.”

“Sorry,” you sympathize, giving him an apologetic smile.

You decide on the first John Wick film when you learn that Carmy’s never seen it. You insist that it’s a classic and he tells you something along the lines of ‘that’s something my cousin would say.’ As the movie rolls on, you stretch your legs out, curling them in towards the back of the couch, while Carmy relaxes, taking up the space of the couch on the outside of you.

“I can’t believe you like this!” Carmy exclaims, gesturing towards the graphic depiction of violence on the TV. You watch Michael Nyqvist’s character shoot Willem Dafoe’s character multiple times, completely unphased, as he searches your face for any kind of emotional reaction.

“What?! Being a woman in a male dominated industry… I’ve found that watching action movies brings a sort of… catharsis to me,” you defend yourself playfully.

“So what you’re saying is… I’m sitting across from a psychopath?” he jokes, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s great.”

“Yeah,” you reply, matter of factly.

Carmy laughs dryly, his eyes flickering back to you. Your face, lit only by the dim cool hues of the television screen, seems more beautiful than ever. He wonders where the hell that thought came from, brushing it off like it’s nothing. Taking a more teasing tone, he lifts his head to ask:

“And how many times have you fantasized about doing that to me?”

You smirk, shaking your head as you reply, “You don’t want to know.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, letting out the smallest chuckle, before settling back into his spot on the couch. You laugh once again, enjoying this way more than your fancy dinner date.

You’re not sure how you’ve both managed to fall asleep in the midst of an action movie, but when you finally come to, you’re halfway through the second John Wick film and Carmy’s fast asleep. Your phone’s managed to fall on the floor, and you have to lean over Carmy’s legs to grab it.

“Shit what time is it?” he stirs, peeking an eye open as you lean over his feet, reaching for your phone. He finds the TV remote right next to him, hitting the pause button.

“Uh… 2 am,” you answer, sleepily, beginning to sit up. “I should probably go.”

“No, I’m not gonna make you uh-… you wanna take the bed?” he asks, mirroring your body language and sitting up with you too.

“Oh! No, it’s okay. I’m comfy right here,” you reply, returning to your spot on the couch.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reassure him.

“Okay uh…” he says, making his way up to his feet. “... let me get you a pillow and a blanket.”

“Thanks.”

It’s not that you wouldn’t take the bed, but you’d hate to kick him out of his own bed. And truthfully? You can’t stand the fact that he doesn’t even have a bed frame.

That’s right.

The man sleeps on a mattress on the floor.

As Carmy returns to you, pillow and thick comforter in hand, the only sounds that fill the room are the storm outside. You watch as he gently places the pillow down on the couch for you, and you thank him as you take the comforter, laying it across the couch.

The sounds of a low rumble of thunder fill your ears and you can feel the way the sound reverberates off of Carmy’s apartment.

“You sure you don’t want to take the bed?” Carmy asks you, running a tattooed hand through his messy curls.

“I’m sure,” you reply confidently.

“Okay,” he resigns himself. “Need anything else?”

Just you.

“No, Goodnight, Carmy,” you say, with a soft smile on your face.

“Goodnight,” he replies, with the slightest wave.

Carmy leaves you for his bedroom, closing the door behind him. You slide underneath the thick comforter he’s given you, closing your eyes in an attempt to lure yourself back into another slumber.

But it’s not so easy to fall asleep this time.

It’s funny… thinking about Carmy being in the next room. It’s not like you hadn’t fallen asleep together on the couch before. In fact, you’d napped on the couch with each other multiple times. And nothing had ever happened. You’d just slept. You wonder if you should’ve taken the bed. Should’ve told him to grow up and that you were both adults who could sleep in the same bed together without things getting weird. Unless…

All of a sudden, your mind is invaded with flashes of a fantasy: your fingers tangled in his perfect curls, his lips on yours, the way his body would feel on top of yours as you writhe underneath him…

Holy fuck. What are you thinking?! You and Carmy are just friends. Carmy doesn’t feel that way about you and you don’t feel that way about him, you think to yourself, snapping yourself out of the vision.

You go over the facts in your head, in an attempt to calm yourself down. You’ve been here before. He’s never made a move on you. You’ve never made a move on him.

You’re just friends.

Maybe you just need a cold glass of water… or a cold shower…

As you sit up to get a glass of water, you let out the smallest gasp as Carmy’s bedroom door swings open. He stands there, staring at you with unwavering eye contact – one of those long languid looks that used to think meant he hated you.

For a moment, then tension is thick. You hear another crack of thunder that shakes the floor as a bright flash of lightning from outside electrifies every molecule inside of his apartment. If anything were to happen between the two of you, it had to be now, right?

“Water,” is all he says.

“What?” you ask, trying your best to hide your surprise that that’s all he said.

“I-, I forgot water,” he stammers out, beelining for the kitchen. “Do you want some?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you reply as you rise to your feet.

You follow him into the kitchen area, maintaining your distance as you watch him fill up two glasses of water. You’re not sure what’s come over you tonight, but there’s something different inside of you. As he hands you the glass of water he’s filled for you, you could swear he gives you the most wistful look you’ve ever seen, making it impossible not to get lost in how blue his eyes are.

“You okay?” he asks you when you don’t take the glass of water.

Calm down, you think to yourself.

“Yeah, sorry. Just tired,” you whisper, finally taking the glass from him.

And just when you think this is all in your head and that Carmy’s going to return to his bedroom with a second thought about it, he doesn’t. He just stands there in the middle of the kitchen with you. He doesn’t take a sip of his water. He stays, his eyes fixed on you as the storm outside rages on, another crack of thunder ricocheting through the apartment.

It’s much louder this time – the loud booms and cracks of thunder alternating with brilliant flashes of lightning.

Carmy opens his mouth to say something as the room is temporarily lit by another flash, but he can’t figure out what to say either. It’s just the two of you, holding glasses of water in your hands, trying your fucking best not to drop them as you stare at each other. He doesn’t know what he’d even say to you:

You’re irresistible when you wear my clothes.

I’m holding onto this glass of water so tightly it may shatter.

I think I might love you.

But he doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t do anything.

He doesn’t take a step towards you and you don’t either.

You hope he can’t hear the shaking in your voice as you say, “Goodnight, Carmy. And uh, thanks. For the water.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, your words snapping him out of his head.

“Goodnight.”

As you wake the next morning, you can’t figure out what the hell had gotten into you last night. You almost crossed the line with him – with Carmy, with your best friend – threatening everything you’ve built together. You’re relieved that you didn’t, that neither of you said anything, because the idea of this ending scares the hell out of you.

“How’d you sleep?” Carmy asks as he comes out of his bedroom, his curls unruly and all kinds of wild.

In the light of day, you know it would’ve been a stupid idea – what could’ve happened seeming more and more preposterous the longer you think about it.

“Not great, but I’ve had worse,” you answer honestly.

“Should’ve taken the bed,” he points out, an ‘I told you so’ on the tip of his tongue.

“Carmy,” you sigh, unwillingly.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you mutter with a shake of your head.

“No, what’s up?” he asks you, taking a few steps toward you. He’s not tall, but he towers over you as you remain seated on his couch. You rise to your feet so that you have a little ground to stand on as you muster up the courage to finally tell him.

“You need to get a bed frame. You’re a grown ass adult,” you demand, eliciting another dry laugh from him. You take a step towards him, closing some of the distance between the two of you. “And when that happens… I’ll take the bed.”

He shakes his head. He knows you’re right, and he can’t believe it’s taken this long for you to tell him.

“Heard, chef.”

It’s another few weeks before you let yourself go over to Carmy’s – partially because you like hanging out your place with him more, and partially because you’re terrified that whatever juju put those thoughts in your head that night may take you over again. But it doesn’t, and you’re more than pleasantly surprised to see that he’s purchased a bed frame. It’s nothing fancy – just bed slats and risers – but it’s a bed frame nonetheless.

“You ready?” Carmy asks you, as he’s just finished putting his shoes on.

“Yeah,” you reply, slipping off your jacket.

“There’s usually a ton of a/c in the shop. You might get cold?” he suggests.

The sight of your bare shoulders in the tank top you’re wearing causes his brain to short circuit for a second.

“Oh I know, but I like yours more,” you reply, reaching for one of his denim jackets that hangs on the coat hook.

He smiles, watching you slip into the jacket.

His jacket.

The one he let you borrow you the night he got promoted to CDC.

“Now I’m ready. What’re you gonna get by the way?” you ask curiously, in reference to the tattoo appointment you’re accompanying him to.

“Uh… was thinking like… a hand with a chef’s knife going through it. You know. On my hand,” he shares with you.

“You’re so weird,” you blurt out, even though you find it the most endearing.

He is. And yet, you’ve stuck around so far.

“Yeah, I am,” he chuckles to himself.

“He literally bought a bed for you!” Liz exclaims enthusiastically, one night after work.

“For himself,” you correct her in hushed tones, asking her to lower her voice.

“Uh no… for you. Because you told him to. And because he wants to get you in it… naked,” she replies. She lets out a frustrated groan before turning to you. “You know what me and Maya call you?”

“What?” you ask, bracing for whatever nickname she’s about to share with you.

“The Queen of Denial,” she says.

“What!?” you exclaim this time, defensively.

Liz chooses to ignore your response, knowing that your defensiveness comes from the fact that you know she’s right.

“Why are you going out on these dates with guys you don’t even like when Carmy is right there?” she asks you, pointing out the obvious.

“I-, I don’t know. I don’t get the sense that he’s interested in dating… anyone,” you admit, your voice softer this time.

“Well, have you asked him?” she states, as if she already knows the answer.

“We talked about it once,” you hesitate.

“Bullshit! The conversation about what Nate said doesn’t count!” she pushes you.

You sigh. There’s so much fear for you here: fear of losing him as your friend, fear of making yourself look like a fool, fear of letting Carmy love you.

Because it just feels safer not to acknowledge any of these things.

“I don’t know,” you admit, quietly. “After my last relationship I just… I don’t know if I'm ready, I guess. And then pandemic happened and it was a much welcomed break from dating. I didn’t expect… I didn’t think Carmy and I would get this close. I don’t want to fuck up what we have right now, you know? Dating other people feels like… lower stakes.”

Liz takes a moment to let you hear what you’ve just said, but with an unwavering determination, she’s not letting you off the hook.

“Sweetie, I love you. And I know you don’t want to get hurt again. But one of these days you are going to have to own up to what’s really going on between the two of you. Sooner rather than later. For all of our sakes,” she pleads.

She’s right.

You know she’s right.

But you’d also like getting to pretend, even for a little while.

Because pretending is easy… uncomplicated… and right now, it seems to work for both you and Carmy.

Fuck, you were fucked.

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Friends with Tattoo Benefits

Mingi was one of those guys you just couldn’t replicate. he had a sort of passion for life that was kinda hard to find in people.I had been seeing him as an artist for a little over a year now, slowly but surely filling my arms and mid section with ink. He was talented and enthusiastic about each new project I threw his way, may it be big or small. Mingi himself only had a handful of tattoos littering his milkish skin,but claimed he was in it for the arts, not the personal experience. I had a theory he was just a bitch about pain or needles, nevertheless I never bothered him about it during our sessions. And he couldn’t lie about the money either. It was good fucking money.

Mingi had become somewhat of a best friend, mixed in with all the other things that come with being in close contact for so long.

We had first met that one fateful morning, 2am to be exact, when I had decided that drunk tattoos would be a hilarious idea. In hindsight it was a wonderful memory and honestly I was better for the experience. My young, college ego had been inflated and a stupid decision was just what I needed to keep my head on my shoulders. The night had just begun for me and my friends, bar hopping and partying at each frat house we could bare to see the inside of. All the ones I had seen prior were rat nests, and yet I chose to place myself there. A few of my friends had tagged along one Friday in search of some of my famous shenanigans. Modesty forbid I ever keep my thrills to myself.

“C’mon let’s dip, this place sucks.” Renel quoted as she threw down a pink solo cup onto the frat house floor. We had only been there about 30 minutes and already we were feeling the effects of poor party planning. A dozen or more drunk college girls stood in a tight circle, grinding on any available guy, and in some cases other gals as Salt Shaker boomed from the shitty stereo system. Since the Ying Yang twins weren’t the vibe for the night, I wholeheartedly agreed- “Let’s get the fuck out!”

“I’m barely drunk! Give me a fucking minute!” San hollered over the loud music, grabbing onto Renel’s ponytail and stopping her from moving any further towards the door. “There’s smoke in my eyes, this drink taste like dog shit and my thong is literally splitting my asshole in half, San.” Renel growled as she swatted his hands away. “That’s your fault. Just take it off and sit down.” He laughed, knowing he was only egging her on. “Fine, here-“ Renel said smuggly as she reaches under her sequined skirt, pulling the lacey garment down her legs and stepping out of it. “Woah Ren-“ I began, on my for her to grab the thong and shove it in San’s pocket. “I’ll go sit down.”

“San you asshole.” I laugh lightly, never quiet getting over those two’s battles. “Remind me to give this back to her. If Yunho ever finds out I have his girlfriend’s thong in my pants, he’ll kill me.” He chortles. “I don’t think I will. You deserve a beating.” I joke.

“Tryna get rid of me?”

“Maybe.”

“He’s twice my size. I’m dead.”

“You’re a good guy, you’re fine.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m heading out. I’m meeting my friend downtown.” Hongjoon, another one of chipper friends, said as he pushed past us towards the exit. “Who?” I called out as the sixth drink I had been nursing finally began to hit me. Whatever this shit was was weak, and disgusting. Yet, I was still drowning my weekend stresses in it.

“Mingi. You know that tattoo guy I was talking about.” Hongjoon enthused. This guy was always so happy for some reason. “Are you getting a tattoo?” I asked again.

“Yeah why? You wanna come?”

“I’ll go. Anything to get me out of here.” I agree hastily as I set the solo cup I had been drinking from down. “I’m drunk enough I’ll go.” San called, as if he hadn’t been complaining of the opposite just minutes ago. “Go tell Renel.” I bark as I follow Hongjoon out into the yard.

Once San and Renel had caught up to us, we were already halfway downtown, passing bar after bar and collectively agreeing that we should all go to each one. “If we keep this up I’ll literally never make my appointment.” Joon whined as he threw back one last shot. “Fine, okay let’s go.” San gave a unionized answer for us all. “Mingi’s gonna kill me. He’s supposed to be closing and I’m already 20 minutes late.”

“We’re almost there Joon, calm down.” San said with a hint of a slur. With that statement we came up upon the shop. The neon light was already off, but a man sat at the counter with his head down to scroll on his phone.

“Hey Mingi! Sorry I’m so late!” Joon said sorrowfully as he brought his hands together and bowed shallowly. “Hey, no don’t worry about it. I was just chilling out.” The man spoke as he raised from the counter and reached out for Hongjoon’s hand. The whole place reminded me of a mechanic’s shop. Sort of industrial and gray, but art was strewn across the walls and a few neon light had been added to spruce up the place.

The size of this man had me speechless, though my drunken stupor may have exaggerated it. Mingi was maybe 6’0 and broad in the shoulders and chest. I could tell by the way his black compression shirt stretched over his muscles, rippling in their definition. With the buzz already prominent in my head, this man looked like a playground to me. All I wanted to do was climb him. I could feel a flush flooding my cheeks as he and Hongjoon giggled and joked over sketches and last minute ideas. I could just play it off as a liquor blush, but I knew it was because of him. Fuck he was attractive. He was just so big and handsome.

“Shouldn’t take too long. Maybe an hour.” Mingi said softly as he looked over the small design. It seemed to be just a simple spiderweb with a few intricacies.

As soon as Hongjoon laid down on the sterilized bed, he was snoring. Joon had never once been awake during a session. Either this was a result of the alcohol, or the pain was a sickening comfort for him. Either way he was out. I spent m my time, however, inspecting the artist and the way he did every little thing. His gloves were blue like they had at a doctor’s office, tight and defining over his veined hands. The tips of his thick fingers were gripping the gun firmly with a controlled pressure. His focus and precision were evident in both his work and how he carried out his task. Why was everything about him so alluring?

“Joon? Are you good buddy?” Mingi asked after working on the piece for a good hour. It was swollen and puffed, but I could already tell it would heal beautifully. “Yeah, I’m cool.” Joon said groggily.

San and Renel were sleeping across the waiting room chair at this point, San’s jacket draped over Ren’s legs. That’s small detail made me chuckle. Sure they had their differences, but if she was naked from the waist down in public, he’d protect her. “Dude sick, thank you.” Joon said as he looked over his Achilles heel, now inked and decorated. “No problem man. Now pay me and go home.” Mingi laughed lightly as he pushed Joon towards the front.

“How much?” I asked as an interception. “Hm?” Mingi cocked his head to the side as I stood from my seat, still a little wobbly from all the alcohol in my system.“How much for a small tattoo? A really little one.” I asked. I hadn’t known how I would get close to him, but this was the perfect opportunity. This way I really inspect him up close. Stare deep into his concentrated expression and analyze his eyes. Oh fuck, those eyes.

“Uh, all depends I guess. Why, do you want one?” He questioned as he handed Hongjoon a pen to sign his receipt. I nodded vigorously as I popped up from the plastic chair. I had no clue what I was doing, or why I just agreed to get a tattoo on the spot, but here I was. “Cool, give me a minute.” Mingi said with a smile, showing off his row of beautiful teeth. They weren’t straight but who cared? Not me! He was so cute!

“We’re gonna head out. I’ll get her back to Yunho.” Hongjoon said as he shook Renel awake for a minute or so. “Okay,” I said shortly as a twinge of turmoil erupted in my stomach. Sure this was kind of what I wanted, to be alone with this new hunk, but now I was alone alone? My body shivered involuntarily, spine tingling and adjusting at the thought. “Where’re you going San?” My voice was timid, a gleaming ray of hope in eye as i asked. I was praying that he could be talked into staying with me. “I’m going home so I don’t die. You know how Woo is if I’m not in before sunrise.” I only nodded at the statement as the unsettling feeling began to sober me. But I couldn’t pass this up!

“This way m’lady.” Mingi’s voice broke my illusion of loneliness as all my prior thoughts raced back in. He was the reason I stayed anyway. “Thank you.” I punctuated with a head nod as we walked back to where Hongjoon had just been napping. “Now, what’s going on? What’re we doing?” Mingi asked as he sat back against the counter, arms crossed to expose the few tattoos he had. Though not plentiful, they were big and loud. The one he sported on his left forearm was a colorful mural of what seemed to be hyper realistic squid. The body was red and luminescent with a somewhat manly aura somehow. It was an interesting choice for sure, but it was executed beautifully so I had to admire it for that reason. His right arm was detailed in black and white, a few odd and ends tattooed on his skin, probably to represent certain things. I did notice a small KQ prominent on the first knuckle of his index finger. KQ had been a music club hosted on my campus for years.

I laughed internally at the thought of this big, beefy man singing in a choir, or performing The Newsies at the campus theater. He didn’t seem the type. “Anything I guess. Maybe something coquette-ish.” I babbled, unable to tear my eyes away from Mingi’s form in front of me. I stood sheepishly in front of him, a facade of confidence saving me face, but only a little bit since I was still kind of drunk. “Coquette-ish? Like the frilly bows and Victorian shit?” His voice reverberated is low bass over the air. I watched his mouth and nose as he repeated what I had said, then nodded. He nodded along and choked down a chuckle.

Mingi drew up a tiny little design, detailed with a small, pink ribbon tied into a bow with a pearl accent. It was actually very cute and even my sober mind loved it. Something tiny and coquettish. I was so happy with it.

“You know I don’t usually do walk ins.” He said as he etched a stencil. “Oh? Why start tonight?” I asked, looking over his shoulder, feeling the heat rising from his body. “If I’m being honest I thought you were cute. And I’d rather you get a good drunk tattoo instead of one you’ll regret.” He chuckled lightly, but my face turned red at the mention of his attraction. He thought I was cute? “Now where do you want it?” Mingi asked as he turned to look at me, now just inches from my face. I had practically been his shell for the last 15 minutes as I watched him sketch, so the sudden movement surprised me. I stumbled backwards a bit, and was sure to fall of Mingi hadn’t gripped onto my belt, pulling me back to stability. His hand was nestled between our two bodies, now practically sandwiched together. I couldn’t help myself as the moment dragged on, but I looked forward at the chest I was now level with. Traveling upwards, my eyes met his. They pooled with a twinge of worry and one other emotion I couldn’t quite express. “Sorry,” I mumbled briefly as I stepped back, only for his hand to stay firm on my leather belt. “No, no it’s okay. Are you alright?” He questioned, unmoving from his position. “Y-yes I’m fine.”

The air was thick and heavy around us. The room wasn’t too big so that might have had something to do with it, but probably not. It was more likely the tension between us that simmered. His hand stayed on my belt, even going as far as to tighten his grip. “How drub are you?” He asks suddenly.

“I’m, I’m practically sober.” I answered.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“N-no I don’t.”

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“Tattoo shop.”

“Be more specific.” He hummed lowly as his hand pulled me closer, my hip flush against his thigh.

“Flaming Ink, downtown Astoria,” I answered again, quieter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked finally, lowering himself to my level so he could see my expression clearly. My face was burning as it was, so for him to face me directly turned me to mush. And to kiss him? Oh fuck I could’ve vomited with how nervous I was!

I nodded slowly as the larger man braced my jaw in his palm, gently pulling me forward and pressing a hunger pained kiss to my lips. I was taken aback by the way he was already desperate for the contact. To be fair, so was I. The kiss only lasted about 3 seconds before he pulled away, lips parted and eyes droopy. The flecks of his dyed hair fell into his line of sight. The image in front of me was borderline erotic to say the least. I could tell by the look in his eyes that we were nowhere near finished.

Hastily, my arms found perch on his shoulders and I reconnected our lips, lapping at the pillowy petals and melting as he returned the favor. He tugged me closer, hands finally leaving my belt and landing on my waist, pulling my hips to his own. This was all too much yet I couldn’t (wouldn’t) stop myself. I had only wanted him for an hour or so, but that was an hour too long with out him.

Our lip lock progressed into something else entirely, and what that was I didn’t know. Something primal. Something languid and wet. Before I could count his teeth with my tongue, his hands were burrowed down the back of my jeans, fingers gripping at my ass haphazardly. The hum of the overhead lights was enough of a lullaby to keep us in the moment. Soft murmurs from the radio entwined around us and took the lead. “Mingi,” I said hushly, placing a hand on his chest. Oh finally I got to feel it. The muscles tensed under my touch and I watched the nipple harden from under the shirt. “Hm?” He acknowledged my plea and stopped himself. “I’m sorry it was all so fast, I-“ he began to explain himself, hands leaving my behind.

“No, no keep it there. I’m just— kinda you know, worked up.” I heaved as I kept eye contact with him. Those eyes, those honey brown eyes. Somehow the orange and yellow tendrils of hair complimented his eyes perfectly, encasing them in a warm, golden light. He was beautiful.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” His breath fans over neck slightly.

“Yeah, just not used to it.” I admit.

As far as sexual experiences went, I was dim in the subject. Yet, this was fueling a fire I never knew I had.

“Do you wanna stop?” Mingi asks as he’s pulling away.

“No! No I don’t want to!”

With that answer, Mingi was back to exploring what was exposed of my skin. Hands, finger tips, nails. I could feel everything as he lit each of my nerve endings on fire. Each swipe of his tongue left a burning trail in its path. “Fuck-“ I whispered internally, somehow finding my hands curled in his hair, entangling in the locks and pulling at the roots. The feeling of his lips on my neck made my stomach turn and twist with excitement.

How could this happen so fast? How was this really real? Was I dreaming?

No I couldn’t be dreaming. I could feel Mingi’s curious hands pushing up my shirt, folding the fabric upwards and letting it pool onto top of my breasts. Mingi pressed open mouthed kissed on my chest, tugging cheekily at the lining of my bra, teasing the nipple as he let it free. “Pretty.” Mingi’s voice vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my entire being. Never in a hundred years could I explain myself and my behavior. I hadn’t been this kind of girl. Sure I partied and went a little crazy sometimes, but I had been strict with dating and sex. I never fucked on a first date. Hell, we had just met, never even went out. Renel would never believe me if I told her what was happening.

My brain was fuzzy as we continued in some sort of soft foreplay. His thick fingers had found their way down the front of my jeans, rubbing generously on my stiffening clit and entrance. My breath hitched as one found its way inside of me, petting at the spongy g-spot. I couldn’t keep my knees from buckling under that sort of pressure. I remembered stumbling around in an attempt to find something solid to hold onto, or at least steady myself on as he rid me of my clothes. I could remember removing his skin tight shirt and finally getting an eyeful of his sculptured physique. He was carved artfully as if by a woman with taste and experience. My hands explored his torso, slowly but surely making their way down my boxers. I ran a polished nail down the shaft of his throbbing cock, only to grab the entirety and grace it with a few passing pumps. His belt and jeans found themselves on the floor along with mine.

I had no time to feel the inevitable embarrassment. “Mingi-“ I moaned as he took the initiative to set me on the table, lips now working down my stomach and hips. A strong hand pushed gently on my chest and gestured for me to lay back and I followed with no hesitation. The icy sensation of the vinyl coating made me shiver, but I recovered as soon as his fingers hooked to the hem of my panties. My breathe caught in my throat, Mingi dragging the garment down my legs and letting them fall where they may.

“You’re sure you’re good with this?” He asked once more, looking down at me from his standing position. His eyes were soft and concerned but I could tell he was barely hanging on. His lids sat halfway across his iris, cutting off the light to his eyes. He looked dark and sexy, but alluring. The tattoos that weren’t apparent earlier were now proudly on display.

I only reeled back slightly at the sight of his miniature. Well, you could hardly call it miniature, but you know what I meant. The dick held itself proudly, the tip a dark pink and mushroomed, while the rod was stained a lighter hue, coursing with a few deliciously placed veins.

With as tender of intentions as possible, I reached to caress the decorated man’s chest and feel the heat emitting from the skin. He was as soft as satin, the feeling becoming addictive against my fingertips. His hands traveled to meet mine, bringing the appendage to his lips and leaving a few short kisses on the palm before holding it above my head. Our fingers intertwined as his other hand cradled the soft underside of my knee, pushing it upwards.

“I’m sure.” I said finally, eyes meeting his and he came closer, pressing gentle and reassuring kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Good,” he hummed.

Another blurry moment flashed as he said a few sweet things then continued to move his body. Soon enough I was in a comfortable position with a hand in his and one helping him push inside. My head fell backward as a silent sigh left my lips. Oh shit. “Oh Mingi-“ the words fell fluidly as he breached past my entrance. The stretch alone brought me back to reality, only to be pulled back into whatever sensual scene this was as he began to adjust. His breath was low but not indistinguishable, I could tell he was already feeling good. A second or so passed in silence until the pit in my stomach had grown twice it’s normal size.

“You can move.” I say, slight circling my hips. A pained hiss left Mingi’s plump lips. He takes the bottom in between his teeth and nods as his hips break their isolation

I felt as though my lungs had been palpated, deprived of air and squeezed to the brink. I felt like I was drowning but I couldn’t stop this. This was all too good. Mingi moved with a steady rhythm and intensity. His hands roamed my chest, poking and prodding at my breasts and using them for leverage for his powerful thrusts. I almost felt ridiculous as lewd noises leaked from my throat. My body shook with excitement and my voice was shaky with adrenaline.

“So cute. I can’t fucking stand it.” He growled next to my ear as he punctuated each word with a particularly sharp thrust. I couldn’t believe I had come here to accompany Hongjoon on a drunken tattoo venture, and ended up fucking the artist.

His motions grabbed me as wild, someone with experience in pleasure. Mingi’s body was following a natural progression as the bulbous head of his well endowed cock nestled against my cervix with each violent bash of our hips. A slight shake wracked my muscles and joints as the pressure and endurance of our position grew tiresome. I was exhausted but so ready to reach a peak with him. Coils tightened in my abdomen when Mingi’s voice sounded, moans and small grunts of praise echoed from him.

“Fuck-so good-“ he panted into my neck as his body curled around mine, encasing me in a lustful embrace. Mingi’s toned arms wrapped around my shoulders and waist while his forehead dropped to my collarbone. I could feel the change in angles as he hoisted my torso upwards to meet his, somewhat suspended in air. The erratic pace and movements of his hips reminded me of some crazed animal in heat. I felt the same way though. My body was craving each and every thing Mingi would give to me. His now harsh grips left marks on my skin that I wild find later; they’d bring back me memories of this night and how desperately I would be chasing a feeling like this again.

Creaks and screeches wailed from the legs of the table, yet Mingi couldn’t have cared any less. My arms gripped around his waist, in a way, propelling him forward. “Mingi!” My voice grew weaker in the moment. I was coming close.

“Mmm- fuck…” Mingi groaned against my skin, lips flattening to my chest and hair falling messily over my shoulder. I let my body speak for me as the intensity of his movements and brought me higher and higher. My walls closed around him, clenching in an effort to warn him that I was there. “Mingi! Uh! Gonna cum-“ I moan directly into the man’s ear, hoping to affect him the way I wanted to. “Mm- go ahead baby. You can cum.” His breath was hot as he lifted his head to face me, pressing a kiss to my lips as he quickened his pace. I couldn’t stop the chorus of moans, colored in shock as he pushed me over the edge.

I lay in waves of bliss. One surge after the other. If I was being honest, I had never cum first in any of my previous encounters. This was a once in a lifetime experience for me and I wasn’t going to lie, it was beautiful.

Mingi stalls briefly before sighing in satisfaction as he pulls out of me. My body immediately misses the weight of him inside of me, closing around nothing but air and slick ejaculat. My chest is heaving as I caught my breath, warm fuzzy feelings filling my body. Never had I ever had an orgasm quite like that.

It was soon interrupted at the sound of Mingi’s hand sliding over his still hard erection. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I forgot that he hadn’t cum yet. I peak downward at the beautiful man, his face scrunched a bit as he leans over my body. Without much thought I place my smaller hand in his. I can see a smirk forming on his lips as he allows me to help him rub his moistened dick. His eyes open slightly as we make contact, gazes holding intently as waves of pleasure flood his system. I never break eye contact as he reaches his final breath, our hands slow and a loud cry erupts from the man.

“Oh shit- oh fuck-“ Mingi mumbles quietly, forehead nudged to mine as he unloads on my stomach. I was quick to find Mingi’s jaw and yank his sight forward, our eyes meeting once again. “You’re so pretty.” I kiss him before he can answer my statement.

“Me?” He huffs confused. His string brow bone dips in concern of the comment. “Yes, you. You’re very pretty.” I reply, pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.” He says genuinely as heaves and tries to catch his breath.

——

“Soooo…. Do you still want that tattoo?” Mingi jokes as he holds the collar of my shirt open above me, placing it down over my head and resting it on my shoulders.

“I might have to take a rain check on that. I’m kinda tired.” My voice was hoarse and losing volume by the minute. A mix of drinking and calling his name for an hour would do the trick.

“Anytime, really. I do actually do tattoos. I swear. I’m not just a whore.” He laughs, looking down at me as I finish dressing myself and heave a sigh.

“I believe you.”

“Good. Do you think you’ll be back?” He questioned, flicking the light switch and opening the door for me. It was almost 5 am and I had no alibi for when Renel inevitably asks what kept me out so late. My cheeks flushed as I thought over the details. I might just tell her, just to see her reaction. If I knew anything about Renel, it was that she’d flip if I told her I fucked the tattoo guy.

“I’ll be back. For that tattoo and also… you know, if you ever wanna…” I led the the statement, looking down at my hands as he walked along side me towards the dorms. “I’m down. You know for tattoos… and… yeah.” He agreed. It was barely dawn, but I could tell his cheeks were as red as mine.

As soon as we reached my dormitory, I turned to face the man who had just made my night. I craned my neck upwards to face him. Gosh he was beautiful, especially in the light of the rising sun. “Thank you so much for tonight Mingi. And for walking me home.”

“Of course. Anytime, really. Have a good night.” He said gently.

“Or I guess morning. Have a Good morning.” He repeated. I chuckled slightly, placing a hand on his chest gingerly and pushing myself to stand on my tiptoes. I was hoping Mingi would get the idea and thankfully he did. His strong hands embraced me one last time as we shared a kiss. Nothing lustful or suggestive. A light, sweet, tender kiss.

“Have a good morning Mingi.” I said finally as we broke the kiss and I ran off towards the dorm doors.

“Tell me EVERYTHING!” A shrill voice echoed throughout the whole room as Renel surprised me at the door. My heart nearly burst out of my chest.

“Girl, sit down. You’re gonna love this!”

~The End~

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how you think peter would react to trouble being extremely jealous over some girl? (this is not a request! answer only if u feel like it <3)

i think he wouldn’t know at first. he’d just think you’re acting off and he thinks he may have done something to mildly upset you and he’s trying to do his best to be good to ease the tension some.

when he thinks you may need a breather he nods at a girl from his lab in the kitchen, they’ve talked a few times and he thinks she’s chill to talk to, so he kisses your cheek and tells you he’ll be back and tries to depart for his new conversation partner.

tries. because you tug him back by the wrist and hold him at your side, you scoff at him. ‘no you absolutely won’t be. you’ll be here all night. understand?’

peter looks down at your tight hold with confusion, it’s bordering aggressive, he’s never seen you like this before.

‘you alright, trouble?’

you have an icy glare towards his classmate.

‘peachy.’

when the staring contest becomes a war he goes silent, it’s a battle of dominance. you’re telling her if she wants him she needs to pry him from your hands.

you grunt, ‘c’mon, let’s go.’ you pull him behind you, he looks back to the kitchen and your ‘competition’ is watching with narrowed eyes. peter can feel how pissed you are by the grip on his hand.

he’s never seen you so possessive, he loves it.

when you have him outside you find a few friends of his, heading that way, because it’s a safe zone, peter can’t stop a bubbling laugh. it’s almost like a giggle.

‘what’s so funny?’ aka ‘is she why you’re so happy?’

‘i have never seen you so jealous. normally you just brush it off but i really thought you were about to pull out the cat claws.’

you grunt, ‘yeah, well, when a bitch goes around talking about stealing you, i have to make it known i’ll fucking kill her.’

you lag when peter stops walking, you try pulling him with you but fall back into place with him. peter looks confused and upset.

‘she said what?’

you look bitter, ‘she was fucking bragging to a friend about it and sarah heard it. fucking bitch was gloating about how easy you were to steal from me.’

peter’s head turns back to the house, he almost wants to go in there himself and set the record straight.

‘woah, woah, woah. was she really? i mean, are we sure it was her?’ his words make you sour, ‘yes.’

you hitch your voice like a bimbo, ‘all i had to do was bat my eyes and he did all the work for me, he’ll be under me in a week.’ you mumble under your breath, ‘fucking bitch.’

peter’s trying to think back and he winces, he doesn’t know how he didn’t see the signs. he used to be the number one flirter, but now all he has is tunnel vision for you.

you made him unaware to outside influences, his mind revolves around you.

‘oh. that’s not… she…’ peter squirms around, he feels uncomfortable. ‘that’s… yucky. it’s yucky.’ he doesn’t know how else to describe it.

you still look pissed, ‘yup.’

peter pulls you in for a hug, ‘you know you have nothing to worry about cause i had no idea she was even putting the moves on me.’ you smirk into his chest, you suppose it’s true. it’s not him you’re mad at, you can’t blame her for being interested. you can blame her for not respecting you and trying to swipe what you claimed as yours.

you still want to remind him, ‘i’m not mad at you. well, maybe a little, but only because you’re so pretty.’ peter squeezes you for three seconds before releasing, it’s like he wrenched all the frustration from your bones.

‘i can’t wait for our next lab, she’s gonna try to talk to me and i’m just going to walk away. that’ll hurt more than a gentle rejection.’

a smile breaks over your face, its the first one you’ve had all night.

#frat!peter drabbles

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kirikiss · 1 month

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Midoriya's Miscalculated Misfortune

🝮 In an attempt to connect with his class, Mr. Midoriya participates in a class training! Will he be able to handle it? 🝮 no warnings. continue reading under the cut. not proofread... I don't even know what this is.

As the class filed into the room, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air. Izuku stood at the front, eager to share the news. “As some of you may know, today marks your first official training session! You will be paired into groups of three, based on the compatibility of your quirks. Each group will face off against a teacher in a simulated battle scenario. The objective is simple: each of you must secure one flag from your opponent within a ten-minute time limit,” he explained, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

The room buzzed with murmurs of excitement, the students clearly thrilled at the prospect of training with pro heroes. One student raised her hand, her curiosity piqued. “Which teachers will we be up against?”

“Excellent question,” Izuku replied, smiling. “We have five teachers participating. To ensure fairness, the students who scored the highest on the entrance exam will go first, ensuring the teachers are at their peak performance when sparring with them. This allows everyone to get a fair shot. The teachers you'll be facing are Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Eraserhead, Cementoss, and finally, myself!”

A heavy silence fell over the room, replacing the earlier excitement. Izuku noticed the shift, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. ‘Strange, I thought they’d be more excited…’

“Mr. Midoriya, are you sure this is the best idea? Ever since… you know,” a student asked hesitantly, concern lacing their voice.

“Yeah, it's like kicking a dog while it's down, isn’t it?” another added, their tone uncertain.

“Should we start drafting apology letters now or wait until after your lesson backfires?” someone muttered under their breath, eliciting a few nervous chuckles.

Izuku, however, remained unfazed. His smile widened as he addressed the class. “Even though I lost my quirk, I’ve never stopped training as if I still had it. I’ll give it my all! I’m ready for whatever challenges you bring!” he declared in his signature happy-go-lucky tone. Maybe his all wasn't enough.

The students made their way to the training grounds, eager to prove themselves to these heroes. First up were three students against Present Mic. Izuku stood in the corner, taking notes on each student's abilities and areas for improvement.

“WOAH HO HO, ARE YOU STUDENTS READY TO ROCK?” Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena. His signature blonde hair spiked as if he'd just held up an umbrella to lightning. He wore a confident grin, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the three students who would be his challengers.

“WoAh ho hO,” one student mocked. “Did Mr. Midoriya put us up against Santa?” another added to the banter. Present Mic saw through their game. “Psyching me out, huh? That’s not gonna work, little ones!”

The three students stood in a loose formation, trying to draw up a plan. One of them tried to offer encouragement. “Hey guys, we got this! Just… try not to let him yell too much.” Easier said than done.

As the battle reached its peak, the students were feeling pretty good about themselves. They had managed to snag two flags, and Present Mic was finally starting to look like he might be sweating—just a little. Sensing victory within reach, they regrouped for one last coordinated assault.

“Okay, this is it! We’re gonna take him down!” a student declared, a confident grin on his face.

Present Mic noticed their determined expressions and couldn’t help but chuckle. “YOU KIDS ARE GREAT, BUT LET’S TURN UP THE VOLUME A NOTCH!” The students braced themselves for another ear-shattering scream or some kind of pitch-based attack. What they did not expect was for him to spin around and amplify a colossal fart.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” one student screamed.

“IT SMELLS LIKE LITERAL SHIT! DID YOU POOP YOURSELF?” another shouted in horror.

“WHAT DID YOU EVEN EAT? OH MY GOSH!” a third gagged, clutching their nose.

As Present Mic walked away, he let out a celebratory toot, and the students couldn’t help but notice his pants sagging suspiciously in the back. “THAT’S THE SWEET STENCH OF DEFEAT, KIDS! SMELL YA LATER!” he declared with a grin.

Izuku, watching from the sidelines, was definitely not expecting that. Trying to recover, he addressed the class. “Well, everyone! In hero work, you’ve got to learn to expect the unexpected. Good effort, Group A! I hope this scrimmage helped you understand how to better use your quirks in combat,” he said, giving his evaluations as he prepped for his turn.

A few more groups went before his. Ectoplasm managed to win the scrimmage with no flags being captured. Eraserheads weapon was used against him, allowing the students to capture all his flags. Next in the lineup was Izuku. The three students he faced were pretty strong.

The first female student had the quirk Memory Imprint. She was able to gain knowledge of the item or person she touched, but it only lasted for five minutes. Her plan involved touching Mr. Midoriya. She didn’t have to go for the flag, just attempt to graze him. From then on, she could use her quirk to gain the knowledge Mr. Midoriya was thinking—strategies that were impossible to evade. Using one of his thought-out strategies, she captured a flag without a hitch.

“Good job! You two still have to capture a flag, so don’t hold back!” Izuku encouraged. ‘Easy A,’ the next student thought to himself. His quirk was strength-based. He had an immense amount of power in his punch, and when he wound his arms up, the power amplified. As the other students were busy fighting, he wound up his arm fifty times.

By this time, Izuku was feeling a bit cocky. He had managed to dodge a few hits from the third student, who hadn’t resorted to using her quirk yet. “What’s wrong, Group D? Are you going to let the teacher without a quirk bea—” he was abruptly cut off by an uppercut to the stomach. The hit was so hard that the vibrations made one of his front teeth fall out. He also coughed up a bit of blood.

Ectoplasm, who was still observing the fight, called out in concern, “Hey Midoriya, do you want to call it?”

The fool called back, “No! This is a learning experience. I want to see how strong each of my students are, so let’s continue!” He offered a toothy—or now toothless—grin. ‘A punch like that should've knocked him out. Hell, if that was me, I’d fake faint,’ Ectoplasm thought, replaying the punch in his head.

The student took this as a challenge and decided to up the ante. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bed of snow that spread rapidly across the arena. Before Izuku could react, she made it rain. Drenched and now standing on an icy patch, Izuku slipped immediately onto his back, knocking all the air out of him. To be honest, the students were enjoying this a bit more than they wanted to admit. The weathering student went to retrieve her flag. Izuku tried to get up, but his attempts only resulted in failure. The strength-based student wound up his arm ten times and punched the ground with tremendous force. Izuku, in mid-fall, extended his arms to cushion himself but instead ended up breaking them on the icy surface. Battered, bruised, and toothless, Izuku was a sorry sight. It reminded him exactly of middle school. Izuku started tearing up in pain, waiting for the last student to take his flag so it could be over. He oddly craved the feeling of Recovery Girl’s dry lips over his cuts, making them feel all better. This daydream led to him passing out.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Midoriya, I am SO SORRY, are you okay?” His hearing was so muffled he could barely hear his student walk in. At that point, he had already woken up, but his eyes were so puffy and bruised it made him look like they were closed.

“Man, I guess I really did a number on him. He told us not to hold back, but I only used 5% of my power.” The other two students who had sparred with him joined in.

“Yeah, same here! I only used a harmless ice sheet, but it took him out too.”

Embarrassed, Izuku took advantage of his puffy eyes and pretended to remain unconscious. He made a mental note for next time: do NOT participate in class training.

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