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oceans and engines | michael kaiser sfw | fem!reader with she/her pronouns, swearing
he sees footprints on the sand, he smells the salty air of the sea, and he feels the coldness of your hand, who drags him along the bleakness of the beach. even as he closes his eyes, knowing that he trusts you with where you're leading him, he can still hear the huffing of his breath, trying to keep up with your pace, he can still feel the waves crashing around his bare feet, and he can still taste your expensive chapstick on his lips, as cold as they may be.
"open your eyes, mihya."
and so he does.
the sky is still as it was: desolate and devoid of blue, overcast, and sad. the sea is cold, vast, neverending.
immediately, he tenses up, and he thinks maybe he should have listened to you when he peeled off his jacket before you left his car in the parking lot (it's not even his own car, nor his own jacket, but he hasn't the heart to tell you). he's jealous of you, with your hands tucked in the pockets of your jacket, all bundled up in your layers.
then, you scream.
"the fuck was that?" he asks, his voice raised.
"i'm letting go," you say, just a bit louder than his question. you've got this smile on his face that begs for him to kiss you again.
he scoffs. "of what? you don't even have anything to let go of."
"just shout, mihya!"
and so he does.
"FUCK!!!!!!!!"
you laugh. "yes, that's it! just scream!!!"
"goddamnit!" he screams into the sea. "fuck you, dad! fuck my life! agh!" he kicks the sand, but the sand is wet and hard to kick up, so he gets even more frustrated, and he kicks harder. it splatters on the ground like blood.
again, you giggle. "look at you, soccer player. kicking up anything you see."
he rolls his eyes, but he's half-smiling. "you're lucky i left the soccer ball in the car or else i would have kicked that shit in your face."
"but then i would have a broken nose, and i wouldn't be pretty anymore," you quip, pouting.
he marches over to you, as shouting into the sea had migrated him away from where you are standing. he cups your cheeks gently. "whatever. as long as your lip's not busted, or else it'd be pretty hard to kiss you, huh?"
"jeez mihya, you're so clingy today," you tease as he leans into you, burrowing his face into your neck. he claims it's warm, but you can feel the cold touch of his lips right on the base of your neck. all you can do is wrap your arms around him, and you keep your giddiness to yourself by planting your feet in the sand (if you bounce your knees, he'll remind you of how excited you were when he returned your feelings for him).
"teach me something," he mumbles, dodging your tease.
you rub your hand over his back. "what would you like to learn today?"
"i dunno, just anything."
"but that's what you always say!"
"math, then."
you scoff. "i can only teach you so much math! i'm still learning geometry!"
he laughs. "isn't that just triangles and stuff?"
you pull away from his grasp, still holding onto his hand. your fingers are interlaced. "yeah, well... it's hard to explain."
eventually, you decide to review the vocabulary list that you learned in school the past week. you sit down on the sand, taking off your leather bag and pulling out your school notebook, and he sits down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
after reciting your fifty words for the week, you close your notebook, and you sling the bag over your shoulder. "well, that's vocabulary for you," you conclude.
"interesting," he says. "now i know what the word 'philosophy' means."
the both of you stand up and dust off the sand from your legs and behinds. he takes it as an opportunity to rub your behind, borderline caressing your ass, and you turn around and smack his hand away.
"mihya!"
"must've been the wind," he jests, giving you his signature half-smirk.
you look at your wristwatch. "ah, mihya. it's five after."
he rolls his eyes. "whatever. he's not going to get back 'til way later, anyways. gonna go gamble whatever money we have left."
you tuck your hands into your pockets, smiling sheepishly up at him. "well, let's at least start walking back to your car in case he does come back earlier than you expect."
...
he puckers his lips.
"give me a kiss before you leave."
rou've got one foot out of the car, ready to be dropped off in front of your house, while he holds onto your left wrist, stopping you from leaving. he looks like he really owns the car he stole: he grips the steering wheel like he's driven the car a million times, and his slouched posture is to show he's not afraid of wondering whether you're going to kiss him or not.
you close your eyes and smile while you lean in.
"i love you, mihya."
"i love you, too."
then, you leave the car and that is the last time michael kaiser sees you before he becomes famous.
...
"she's beautiful, kaiser."
kaiser looks up from his phone.
it's alexis ness, his teammate, who takes a seat next to him on the bench of bastard munchen's locker room. he's being awfully nosy right now, peering over next to kaiser, taking a look at what's on his phone screen.
"my stupid phone from five years ago has the shittiest quality," kaiser dejectedly states. "you can't even see her eyes clearly."
"but you have a new phone just last year," ness points out.
kaiser scoffs, and he starts rubbing his phone screen with the bottom of his shirt, pretending like it'll do something to clear up the photo of you. "yeah, and transferring all these pictures of her fucked up the quality."
ness hums in understanding (he doesn't get it). "well," he begins to pry, "who is she?"
kaiser's smirk that appears on the field, ness notices, is cold and haughty. it is angering, irritating, and would make any opponent of his shudder and scream. it identifies the emperor of the field, and it is an expression that rules over all.
yet, this smile of kaiser's is unlike anything ness has ever seen during his years of knowing him. kaiser's piercing blue eyes immediately soften, and only the corners of his mouth are lifted up in a smile- it's gentle, bittersweet, and humble. ness feels like he's intruding into the depths of kaiser's heart.
"she's my girlfriend."
ness stands up in shock, and he can't help but clutch the back of his head to accentuate his surprise. "you never told me you had a girlfriend, kaiser!"
kaiser can't help but laugh. "you never asked!"
"well, what does she do?" ness asks curiously.
kaiser hums in thought. "hmm. well, when she was in tenth grade she said she wanted to become a writer. dunno if that's changed, though."
it takes a second for ness to process his answer. "you... don't know what she's doing?"
"well, she's probably studying in university right now. can't say for sure what she's learning."
again, ness is confused. he furrows his brows. "are you saying you haven't talked to her since five years ago? since you joined bastard munchen?"
kaiser looks down in what could be described as shame. ness isn't really sure what he'd call it, but it is definitely not pride. it's such a foreign look on kaiser's face, no expression like ness has ever known kaiser to make.
it becomes increasingly difficult for kaiser to defend himself. so, he resorts to a different tactic: he begins to show ness different photos of you. "oh," kaiser says in fake surprise, "look at this picture of her."
it was a struggle to plan dates between the two of you, but on the rare occasion that you and he could hang around your neighborhood, you'd take him to your favorite ice cream parlor. during this particular date, you and kaiser challenged each other to see who could finish their ice cream cone the fastest, but it ended up as a default win for kaiser as you had accidentally knocked over your ice cream and it landed straight onto the ground.
ness is immediately drawn to the exaggerated faux frown on your face, coupled with happy eyes. he looks over your expensive outfit, and then down at where you're pointing in the image: the melting ice cream on the ground.
he laughs. it's a short "haha," and he isn't sure whether it's out of pity, or if he's trying to play it cool for the delusional kaiser, or if it is genuinely a funny picture. but, he looks past the phone in front of him and looks at kaiser, who has this expression that borderlines ignorance and pure joy.
"funny, right? she's so clumsy, i swear," kaiser says, swiping through more photos on his phone. ness cannot help but notice the softness in kaiser's eyes; how unfamiliar it is to see this boy so vulnerable. "take a look at this one."
after screaming at the beach, kaiser let you take control of the music in the car on the way back to your house. thus, you were granted access to his phone- shoddy, yet reliable. it was probably not the best for taking quality pictures, but pictures were memories, nonetheless.
it was a selfie of the two of you, with you sticking your tongue out and holding a peace sign, and kaiser with his eyes laser-focused on the road. he's got his left hand on the steering wheel and his right on your thigh. as casual as the photo was, ness already knew the intimacy of your relationship.
as kaiser pulls back his phone, ness watches kaiser's expression once more. he looks at his phone like he's in love. kaiser's peculiar smile, unfamiliar to his face, was born from the feelings he held for this girl that he hasn't talked to since he was whisked away in the world of soccer.
"i wonder if she watches my games," kaiser wonders out loud. "i mean, i must be that famous to be appearing nationwide, right?"
ness is taken aback by the sudden change of tone. "u-uh, yeah, for sure, kaiser."
kaiser is pleased with ness's answer. then, he goes back to his phone, swiping through more photos, and consequently chuckles. "oh my god, i forgot i took this video. look at this, ness."
the quality is so bad, but at least he can hear your voice.
...
you're holding onto his soccer ball.
your back is turned to him, and you're dragging him along by holding onto his wrist. his other hand is holding his phone, recording you.
"we're almost there, mihya," you call out from over your shoulder.
his hand holding the phone swats away tree branches, and occasionally dried up leaves crinkle beneath his feet.
"jeez, are you gonna kidnap me or something?" he asks from behind the camera.
then, it suddenly comes into view.
it's an open field. it's just pure grass for miles and miles, and for some reason, it's all trimmed.
the camera pans onto you, and it's slightly shaky. you hold up your hands in defense, and you exclaim, "i didn't cut any of this grass, by the way! i just found it like this, and i wanted to show you. so you can play soccer to your heart's content..."
you drop the soccer ball and begin kicking it around. you've picked up some tricks from him.
"there's no goal post though, i hope you don't mind..."
then, the phone drops.
he calls out your name. "i love you."
"i love you too, mihya."
"i love you more!"
"you better make it big, okay? i didn't show you this field for nothing."
"well, you better watch me, alright?"
"i'll always be watching!"
"shit, wait, where's my phone?"
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be still my heart â jjk [one]
the one in which you get a sex dream about the grouchy hockey player you work for.
genre : childhood best friends to frenemies to lovers, physical therapist!reader x hockey player!jungkook, slow burn, smut, fluff, angst
word count : 5.2k
chapter warnings : strong language, mature, slight smut (because im a tease), readerâs name is Destiny, jungkook is a bit grumpy towards her (she makes him nervous leave my boy alone), fat shaming (not by any of the main characters), oc had daddy issues, mentions of allergy. thatâs about it, please let me know if i missed something.
a/n : here it isssssss drumrolls please because im so excited for this. jungkook as a hockey player??? *deep breaths* enjoy my lovely people. youâre so so loved. asks, reblogs and likes are much appreciated. kisses <3
read part two here
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âBabe, you know you're not going to win right? Don't be wasting your breath.â Bella challenges.
Youâre sitting on the chair in your office going through the personnel file of the players. Verifying their names with their contact numbers and photographs which, youâre not going to lie, look like mugshots. Jeez, does smiling a little bit cost them? Anyways, once youâre done you close the file and look up at your assistant bickering with her boyfriend. Phone pressed against her ear.Â
You mime hanging up the call and she lifts her index finger, indicating for you to wait. She throws in words like hmmm, yeah, you donât know what youâre saying, yeah i love you too. Once sheâs done, she drops the phone on the glass table in front of you and leans back in her chair.Â
âHe thinks I will let him get away with anything just because I love himâ Â
You chuckle, âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âYou know, Iâve been wanting a cat for so long I even made a pinterest board for that. Last Sunday he surprised me with one and when I told him that I lowkey manifested it, he was not having it. I even showed him the mood board and I NEVER show it to anyone. Evil eye is real.â she all but cries out.Â
Thatâs Bella for you. Highly spiritual and a firm believer of the universe. She claims that everything happens for a reason. Sheâs like a little ball of sunshine. Ever since you joined the Ice Dominatorsâ hockey team as a physical therapist, sheâs been assisting you and you couldnât be more thankful seeing the lack of female workers here. Seriously, there's no other female worker here except yourself and Bella which is so diabolical to you.
And itâs not like the men on the hockey team are a bunch of misogynist jerks. On the contrary, they act like theyâve known you for years. It didn't take you long to feel like home here. They are obedient, friendly and pretty nice. Few of them are married with kids while the rest of them remain single. Theyâre not like a bunch of teenagers, they know what theyâre doing.
Except one, whatâs his name? Jeon Jungkook. You would describe that man as crude and closed off to a pathological degree. You still remember when you asked him to come to your office so you can look at any possible previous injuries, he lied to your fucking face. Claiming he doesnât have any when you could clearly see him hobbling sometimes just a tiny bit when he walked away. Years and years of dedication towards your studies have made you capable enough to catch that it is an old injury.
Despite your better judgment, you blamed it on the fact that his team lost the game that day. Poor guy was having a bad day and took it out on you. Big deal.Â
âEarth to Destinyâ Bella waves a hand close to your face and you shake your head as you look at her.
âLeave the poor man aloneâ You plead and then ask, âAny details about the new player? Iâll have to add it in the fileâÂ
âNot yet, as far as I know theyâre still contemplating the guy named Park Jimin or somethingâ
That gets you real quick. Park Jimin. The name feels like acid on your tongue .The last game being unsatisfactorily resulted in the federation trading one of the players. It was cruel but was done for the better. Bound to happen sooner or later. You had expected it but what you had not expected was you both sharing a same room, sharing the same air.
âAlright then. Weâll cross that bridge when itâsââ
Knock, knock
âMiss Kim, sorry to interrupt but the manager is asking for youâ Taehyungâs head pokes through the door.
You stand, picking up the file and sliding it into the tableside drawer, running a free hand over your scrubs. Bella does the same as she plucks her phone from the table and puts it inside her back pocket.
You look at him. âSure Tae, thank you for informingâ
He flashes you a quick, pretty smile before leaving. Bella turns to you with a worried look on her face.
âWhat do you think it is for?â
You bite your lip. âI have no idea. I wanna say it's about the new player but who knows?â
You hope it is and as unfortunate as it is for you to discuss him, you will have to hold your own. You know better than to be invited into the managerâs office. Though, judging by the temperament of him you would not predict anything. Last time when he called you, it was about Jeon Jerk, asking you to be more serious about your job as if it was your fault the man spared you the necessary details.
The asshole asked YOU to do your job better by virtue of HIS player not being sweet enough to listen. Maybe, there is indeed a misogynistic asshole going around and itâs the manager. No wonder women donât volunteer to work for him.
Since, You love your job âgod knows you wanna keep doing itâ you kept quiet and took every jab he threw at you.
âWait, Do I have time to pray? Should I pray?â sheâs clearly panicking and you pat her on the shoulder.
âJust hope my job is still intactâ you say, warily reaching for your purse. You both head out.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
âMiss Kim, have a seatâ James nods at the chair before him.
Once youâre settled, he continues, âI asked for you to join me here regarding the upcoming game. Care to fill in about the status of injury assessment?"
You clear your throat, âAbsolutely, I was planning on getting on that todayâÂ
âWell, I would love for you to do it soon as you know we have a new player in the team with us nowâ
You jerk, leaning forward. âWe do?â
âYes, and if you can please hurry with the assessment I would be grateful. You can do that right? Not too much of a work for you, eh?âÂ
Someone give him a medal from the way he's trying to hide the venom in his voice.
âSure I canâ you give him a firm nod.Â
James Adams is an entitled, self centered asshole who thinks heâs above everyone else just because of his position. You reckon he does anything for the team besides talking bullshit. He kind of reminds you of your dad who also has the nasty habit of thinking the world of himself.
Youâre all about self love but when that self love turns into chronically demeaning everybody in their close proximity, it boils your blood. This man in front of you is no better than your father. What's that saying? Out of the frying pan into the fire.
So you say nothing further and excuse yourself. You would have barfed in his face if you stayed there a second longer. Actually that's not a very bad idea. Bella is standing outside waiting for you as you close the door behind yourself.
âWhat did he say?âÂ
You bark, âBunch of horseshitâÂ
âTypicalâÂ
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
JungkookÂ
There is a buzzing noise somewhere around Jungkook. Fuck, his head hurts. He frantically searches for his phone, still not opening his eyes. When he finds it, he slides his thumb on the screen and picks up the call.Â
âDude, how big do you want your coffin to be?â He loves his best friend but right now he would rather be sleeping than listen to him bark in his own ear.Â
He finally squints his eyes open, âWhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
âHave you looked at the time?â says Taehyung.
âWhat time- FUCK!!!â he shrieks as he looks at the clock.
Somebody kill him right now. No wait, heâs gonna die either way so why bother. If he didnât scream loud enough before, he does now. He all but jumps off the bed when he sees the blondie on the other side sleeping like she fucking owns it, wearing nothing but a thong. She must have heard him malfunctioning because soon she stirs, groaning as she slowly wakes up like a Disney princess. Who the heck is she and how did she get in here? Then it comes to him.
âPlease Jungkook just take me to your room and fuck me. Show me what those hockey hands are capable of.âÂ
He wants to swallow a fistful of iron nails. Speaking straight from his shoulders, he has made plenty of bad decisions throughout his career and this is not his first time bringing a puck bunny up to his room but it has never come to this. Missing his hockey practice because he was too exhausted to get his sweet ass up and run to the academy.Â
Taehyung screams from the other side of the line, âAre you there? Hello?âÂ
Shit, he forgot he was on a call.Â
âIâll be there soon. Cover for me until then.â With that he presses the red circular button and ends the call with him muttering some curses.
He glances back at the blondie, âWhy are you not gone yet?âÂ
Sheâs looking at him with those fuck me eyes she had last night but right now when heâs well aware of the fact that heâs in hot water, they donât do shit to him. Coach will have his head on a platter today for sure. Honestly, they wouldnât have done shit to him if it was not for the great deal of alcohol last night.
âI thought of you as a morning sex personâ she twirls a strand of hair with her finger, sitting up now. Her tits hang free and he can see his hickeys decorating her chest.
He wants to laugh. Sheâs not even close to his type. His type is the woman in blue scrubs with her brunette hair slicked back in a ponytail. His type is the woman who looks like she could be watching grass grow rather than to look at him. His type is the woman who walks into a room and lights it up. His type is the woman who is too bright for him and his mundane personality, who has a face worth millions. His type is Kim Destiny.Â
âNo need to waste your precious time thinking about me. You can goâÂ
He places his phone back on the table and saunters over to the bathroom, not bothering looking back at her. He has boundaries and he intends to keep it that way.
He quickly goes through his routine of taking a shower, making a cup of coffee, sliding into a pair of sweatpants and the Ice Dominatorâs jersey with his name on the back. Not in that order, of course.
The girl is thankfully gone by the time he finishes. Once heâs done with his coffee he picks up the car keys and a protein bar from the kitchen counter and heads to the academy hoping his limbs remain intact by the time heâs home.
The Academy is bustling as usual with players keeping themselves busy with hockey and their gym sessions. He heads straight for the rink not even bothering to change into the uniform. He needs to see for himself that everybody is still on the ice. Everything comes after that.
Surprisingly, he sees not a single guy when he reaches there. His heartbeat stops.
âHey Pixie, where are the boys? Did they already leave?â he asks the brunette kid who looks like he just saw a ghost. Or itâs just Jungkook who he saw.
He shakes his head, âTheyâre all in the gym. The doc called them earlier, said she had something important to get done with themâÂ
Jungkook gives him a quick thanks and walks towards the gym. What could be so important that she had to call the boys mid practice? Is someone hurt? Is she hurt? His heart leaps in hid throat as he runs. Fuck, please let him be wrong.
The first thing that he sees as he enters the room full of equipment are his teammates. Taehyung and Yoongi are in the corner lifting weights, Namjoon is using the treadmill as he runs on it. The rest of the boys are all scattered around doing their own thing. He still canât find Destiny anywhere but her assistant, Bella, is talking to Namjoon while holding a file so he lets out a sigh, relieved that nobody is in fact hurt and in need of help.Â
âDo you wanna get a tattoo on the peniâ oh look whoâs here. Jeon Jungkook as I live and breathe.â
Taehyung drops the weight on the ground before walking up to him. Heâs dressed in a black tee and sports shorts. The man looks good in everything. Bet heâd look in a sack too.Â
âWhoa!! Why do you look like you wanna kill somebody or wanna get killed? Is everything okay?âÂ
Jungkook lets his face relax, focusing more on the eyebrows which had gone tensed due to his unnecessary anxiety. âYeah, allâs good. The practice ended early?âÂ
âThe practice ended just on time. Itâs you whoâs lateâ he pats my shoulder.Â
He runs his fingers through his hair and walks towards the bench, dropping his bag on it. Taehyung follows him ignoring Yoongi whoâs calling him back for the weightlifting.Â
âDoc wanted to assess our injuries for the last time before our game if youâre curious which, I know you are. Youâre always curious about herâÂ
He winks at Jungkook and he punches him on the chest. Taehyung laughs as he rubs the spot.
âKeep your voice down, will you?âÂ
Bellaâs voice echoes across the room, âJeon, youâre up nextâÂ
He takes out his water bottle, takes a swig and stands. A wince leaves him as he gets a flashback of the last time he had to face her. It didnât go very well and heâs sure she hates him now. He would too. After all, he not only talked to her rudely but also lied through his teeth about his injury. Itâs pretty old so he had not felt the need to mention it.Â
He sees a guy coming out of the office just before heâs about to enter. He has brown hair long enough to reach the nape of his neck. Even from where Jungkookâs standing, he can say the man doesnât reach above his shoulders. Who the fuck is he? Oh wait, he must be the new player that got traded down here. The guy must have sensed him making a hole through his head by the way heâs staring because heâs begins walking towards him with a bright grin.
âHey man, you must be Jeon Jungkook? Heard a lot about you. Iâm Park Jiminâ He holds out his hand, asking Jungkook to shake it and he gives it a firm handshake. Word to the wise : never give someone a weak handshake. His grandfather has been asking him to do that ever since he was 15, said it doesnât leave a strong impression and heâs be lying if he says he was wrong.
He offers Jimin a nod, âNice to meet you. Excited to get on the rink with you.âÂ
He takes his hand back. âOh the feeling is mutual butââ
âJungkook, please join me insideâÂ
Destinyâs voice cuts him off as she looks over to both of them with an eerie expression on her face. Her eyes bounce between them, resting a second longer on Jimin. Does she know him? Do they have a history? Wait, are they a thing? Even if they are, why does it bother him? Jungkook couldnât care less about the pretty physical therapist who wears her blue scrubs like armor and white crocs with strawberries on them.
He gives Jimin another nod and follows her into the office. Although, heâs not sure if a massage table and a stool resting beside it counts as an office. The room which she works in is much better. This one is just for examinations and massage therapy so he guesses it doesnât need that much of an upgrade.
She gestures towards the table, âPlease sitâ
He says nothing and settles himself up, clearing his throat.
âLook I know we got off on the wrong foot last time and it could have gone so much better, but we can still start over right?â
Destiny takes a deep breath, filling her chest with air. Sheâs wearing her hair in a bun today. It sits at the top of her head and some strands are set loose cascading down her face. God, sheâs pretty.
He looks down and back up at her. âSureâ
Her face shows her annoyance with the one word response. He doesn't blame her. He'd be pissed too.
Sheâs quiet for a moment, âWhy donât you tell me about your knee injury to start with?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
She sighs, âYou know what Iâm talking about Jungkook. Please donât make me work for it. Itâs my job to know about your past and present injuries, if any. The manager has already given me crap about itâ
He freezes. His hackles rising and his relaxed face long gone.
âWhat did he say?â
âNothingâ
He levels her with a stern face, âWhat.did.he.say?â
Sheâs not obligated to answer him. Hell, she could just slap him in the face and leave but he needs to know what went down with that son of a bitch. When and if she decides to let him in the details and it turns out something wicked, heâs gonna hunt that man down and make his life miserable.
Much to his surprise, she takes a step back and starts talking. "He called me in his office today and," she halts,
"Well let's just say there were some words thrown around which clearly meant he thinks of me as a feather brained bitch"
He might look unbothered from outside but the indignation inside him could just about burn the whole city down. He tries to keep calm and pries some more.
His jaw clenches. "What else?"
Destiny shakes her head, shuffling on her feet. âJungkook itâs really not that seriouââ
âIt is serious. You work for us, you tolerate our asses and in return if we fail to give you the respect which, you deserve by the way cause itâs the bare minimum, we might as well save everyoneâs time and money by giving all of this up.â
âWhy do you care?â she shakes her head.
He takes a step forward, âBecause youâ Because you work for us, Destiny. You look out for our bodies, our injuries, our fuckups. Is that not enough?â
She barely reaches his shoulders. Itâs cute how she has to crane her neck up in order to look him in the eye. She keeps looking at him for a long minute, searching his face.
âYou think I donât know that? Do you really think I donât have what it takes to ask for my own dignity?â
He takes a long step back. This conversation was as unforeseen as they come. The room gets filled with heavy silence and he can hear Destinyâs heavy breath. He can tell sheâs trying to calm herself as if his words have blindsided her.
Needless to say sheâs a tad bit taken aback. Jungkook would be too if someone who never bothered to speak a word to him and when he did, there was nothing pleasant about his tone suddenly started to care.
But thatâs where sheâs wrong, nothing about his care or concern for her is sudden. He still remembers the day she accidentally drank the almond smoothie Bella brought not knowing the fact that sheâs allergic to it. Sheâd started choking the second it went down her throat. He also remembers how Yoongi injected the epipen against her thigh as she came back to life.
Meanwhile, he stood behind shaking in his goddamn boots. Too scared to let her out of his sight and too pathetic to hold her close. Yeah, heâs not proud of that.
He sighs, âYou know thatâs not what I meantââ
Namjoon walks inside with a hand towel around his neck âDoc, you about done? The boys are being incorrigible over there. If you donât hurry, one of them is gonna call a tattoo artist and get their dick tattooed. Right hereâ
The room falls silent.
âJesusâ she looks over to where the guys are bickering about something, propping her hands on her hips. âYeah, give me a minute.â
âSureâ and with that he walks away.
She picks up a blue file from the stool, not looking at him. Why is she not looking at him?
âIf you donât want to tell me about your injury right now, thatâs fine. Since, I know itâs pretty old and Itâs unlikely that youâre gonna get affected by it in the upcoming games, thereâs no need to worry. However, I would still suggest you be careful. Anything can happen out there and your knee is in a vulnerable position. Donât pick unnecessary fights, donât let the opponent know your weak link.â
She glances at him, dropping the file back to where it was.
âYou can goâ
Without a preamble, he heads outside, passing Taehyung. He hears him cracking a joke about penis tattoos and piercings with his girlfriendâs name on it. Destiny cracks up and Jungkook wonders if she would have done the same, had he been the one cracking the joke. Only, he doesnât crack jokes. Not around her at least. Itâs not like he's some grumpy bastard who wants nothing to do with anybody around him and thinks of him as omniscient.
Thereâs just something about Destiny which puts him at loss of words. Knotting his tongue it in such a way where he canât get an expression out. Only look at her and god, does he look at her. He's not stupid. He knows itâs a crush but sheâs like a mirage to him. Sheâs unreachable, forbidden and so fucking beautiful.
Does he want to make her his? Yes, Is he going to risk his career and hers over it? Absolutely not. So, he makes use of the only right nobody can take away from him. Not even her. Admire her from afar. Fantasize more about tasting her, licking her slender neck and worshipping the ground that she walks on and one day if she lets him, Jungkook will do anything to turn all of that into reality.
He finds Yoongi seated on of the benches, scrolling on his phone.
Facing him, Jungkook speaks in a low voice. "Do you have any idea where James is?"
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
Destiny
Never have you ever wanted to run away as much as you did when you saw Jimin in front of yourself, standing all tall and proud. You had wished it to be a dream, wished you just had a nightmare about him joining the same team you happen to work with but reality is a goddamn bitch and it bites hard when it does. He had grown out his hair longer but he still has the same smile, same eyes and the same charm he used on you back then. Park Jimin is a man people donât ever forget once they see him. He has an aura which traps everyone so hard they can never escape. How do you know? You have been a victim yourself.
You meticulously go through the consequences and eventualities of being in the same room as him again. You seeing him everyday and him reminding you of every single detail you have tried so hard forgetting about, the boys finding out about you both and putting you through the wringer or worse, him. The possibilities are endless and you feel the sudden urge to square everything with him.
Contrary to what you had thought, he reacted pretty normally when he saw you as if somebody had already told him about you. You had expected him to get shocked or at the very least pretend to be shocked.
Having said that, he just gave you a single nod as if you're someone he passes by every morning at the park. Are you this forgettable? Are you someone people just brush aside like that? Your fatherâs words echo in your ears like loud drums,
âYou know, nobody will love you if you keep looking like this. Eat lessâ
âGirl, do you ever stop eating? Every time I see you, you're stuffing something in that mouth of yours!!â
âDonât come running back at me when no guy gives a shit about youâ
You were 10 and he was an asshole. He still is.
Thanks to him, you now have a tendency to cook when you're stressed over anything. It brings you comfort and diverts your mind from the excessive overthinking. You would go bald if it puts the voices into silent mode.
After already wasting half of your life speculating what to eat, counting calories and whatnot, you came to the terms that you canât actually operate that way and began eating whatever the fuck you wanted. Yet still, you need to go a long way in order to fully love yourself and your body. It's a journey and you're moving ahead step by step. One day at a time.
One would even say you're hot. You have received compliments from several people over the course of time except you donât have a thigh gap, your arms jiggle and you also happen to have a love handle. You would have adored them if it wasnât for your dad making you feel shitty about having them.
A knock on your door stops you midway as you're kneading the dough. Biscuit runs over to you, jumping on the counter.
âComingâ
The knock comes back again, this time slightly louder.
âOh my god wait Iâm comingâ
The door swings open and you gasp. âMina?â
She passes by you, dragging her suitcase along with her.
âHey bestieâ
You close the door and follow her further into the hall. âWhatâs going on? Whatâs with the suitcase?â
Your best friendâs sudden arrival must have caught you by slight surprise but your cat is rather pleased to see her. Traitor. She starts clawing at her feet excitedly.
âWhat a good girl you are? Yes, you areâ Mina coos at her and then glances up at you from where she has biscuit nestled in her lap,
âI need a place to live for a few days because my shitty boss kept rejecting all my articles and I really wanna bring her something worth the front page. Apparently, writing about the famous coffee shop around the corner and their secret ingredient being maple syrup wasnât good enough.â
You round the counter and continue kneading the dough for your strawberry pie. Itâs not unlikely for Mina to show up unannounced. In fact, she has done that plenty of times but the suitcase was never involved. This one is new.
âSo you decided to barge in here without even asking?â You tease.
She flashes you a dramatic look. âLook at us, Destiny. Arenât we the same girls who giggled about living together after college? With matching slippers and movie marathons?â
âOkay okay you dramatic bitch. How long are you here for?â
Biscuit runs to do her business and she gets up, setting her suitcase to the side.
She sighs, âNot sure. As long as it takes me to come up with a new topic to write aboutâHEYâ why donât I just write on the hockey team you work with? What are they called? IceâŚiceâ
âIce Dominatorsâ you fill in for her.
She slaps her thigh. âThatâs the oneâ
You shrug, âI mean you can, but youâll have to call in on the coach first. He operates everything inside and outside the teamâ
Coach Ian is too nice to turn her request down. Heâs one of the most genuine people in the federation. Maybe this is why the team is so strong and united. He respects every single boy and receives it tenfold. It's a mutual thing.
âShit, How come I didnât think about thatâ she bites her lip, her enthusiasm replaced by nervousness.
âDonât worry. He wonât make you work for it. Ian is as nice as they comeâ you assure.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. As you watch, she opens your fridge, taking out the box of frozen blueberries and pops one into her mouth.
âDo you want me to give you a hand?â she mumbles while chewing.
You point towards the bathroom, âGo and take a shower, right now. You stinkyâ
You duck the blueberry she throws your way, laughing as you do. Giving your cheek one last kiss, she excuses herself.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
Warm hands roam over your thigh, squeezing them. You muffle your moan with your palm and take every thrust.Â
âYeah, you like that? You like how Iâm pounding into this ass right now?âÂ
You gasp.Â
âSuch a good girlâ he praises.
The man behind you presses a kiss to your naked shoulder as he rasps in your ears, âWere you walking around all day dripping for me?âÂ
He pulls his cock out and thrusts again. You meet him with equal passion and hunger.Â
âTell meâÂ
You nod.Â
âI need your words, DestinyâÂ
You cry out, âYes Oh god, Yes. I wanted you in me so badâÂ
He cups your pussy and rubs your clit with his palm until you're rolling your eyes to the back of your head and squirming. Thrust after thrust he brings you to your sweet release while talking dirty things in your ear. You're about to melt into a puddle of goo. Heâs got you totally at his mercy.Â
âSo beautiful like this. Taking my cock so well huh?âÂ
âAhh it feels so good, right there. Just right there, donât stopâÂ
He bites down your shoulder, âCome for me and let everyone outside hear the name youâre screaming, you dirty whoreâÂ
Your heartbeat picks up as you squeeze him with the tight ring of muscle, orgasm crashing over.Â
âFUCK. Oh my god Jungkook!!â
Your eyes fling open and you sit up so fast your head starts spinning. Everything around you is pitch black. Wait, where am you?Â
Mina is at your side in an instant, âDestiny, are you okay babe?â
You look around and release a sigh of relief. You run your fingers through your hair, ruffling them.Â
âYeah um⌠Iâm fine. It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.âÂ
Except it wasnât. It was one hell of a dream where you were getting fucked into oblivion by your player. You're not even going to lie and say that you didnât like it. Câmon you're a woman of needs, itâs just that, him fulfilling those needs was not on the cards for you even if it wasn't real.
You check the time on your phone and wince at the bright light flashing up at you. Itâs 2:45 am and you just had a back breaking sex dream about a man who you want nothing to do with. Who, as beautiful as he is, annoys the hell out of you with those one word replies and grumpy face. An edgy feeling threatens to rise.
Oh god itâs going to be awkward now. Itâs only normal to walk on eggshells around someone people have these sort of dreams about. You have read your fair share of books where the female character gets a sex dream about a man and then they donât talk to each other for the rest of their lives. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch but it might as well not be.
Yeah, you admit you guys donât talk to each other a lot as it is, or are longtime best friends tiptoeing around their feelings, but you're afraid you're gonna have to ignore him forever for the sake of your own sanity.Â
Iâm so fucked. You think.
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(posting some old twitter threads here for posterity's sake)
Chrissy and Eddie breakup. She's a lesbian, apparently. Has finally come to terms with it. It's half a decade of Eddie's life in the dust. He... he doesn't exactly handle it well.
But Steve's there for him, offers Eddie a shoulder to cry on.
Theyâre drunk when Eddie says no oneâs ever been in love with him. Not really. So Steve kisses him.
But Eddieâs straight.
He always has been.
He freaks the fuck out. Bolts. Lets the calls go to voicemail. Heâd lost his partner and one of his best friends in the span of a week and itâs not fair and heâs pissed off beyond belief at Steve for doing it.Â
But heâs also confused. And he also canât stop thinking about it.Â
He stews on it for weeks. Avoids mutual friends like the plague. The band lets people know heâs alive, apparently. Between losing Chrissy and Steve, he feels like there are chunks of him missing. So he gets drunk. Hooks up with blondes who kiss him all wrong.Â
Heâs five whiskeys deep and when he finds himself banging at Steveâs door. Steve answers with his hair mussed and his voice sleep-rough. And Eddie tells him heâs really fucking pissed at him. And Steve apologizes again. And it should be enough but itâs just fucking not.Â
So Steve apologizes again and again and again, all blubbery and guilt-ridden. It's only making Eddie more angry. And he doesnât know why. And heâs too drunk for this shit.
So he shoves Steve against the door and kisses him stupid.Â
He wakes up in his own bed the next morning and he's sure he dreamt it. (Heâs been dreaming it a lot lately.) But his lips are all stubble-scrapped and his mouth is cotton but he remembers how his friend's tongue tasted and he just.. Wants to cry.
Cause heâs not gay. Heâs not. Other people are. Most of his friends are. And heâs fine with that! Heâs been a good ally.
Well, maybe not to Chrissy. But only cause it broke his goddamn heart. Only cause he loved her so much. Only cause he'd never felt that way about anyone before or anyone since.
Except wellâ Fuck. Shit fucking fuck.
So he calls her. Heâs kind of hoping itâll ring through but she picks up straight away, lets out a soft little hey. And it breaks his heart all over again to hear her voice. But he takes a breath and says, âI kissed Steve.â
And she pauses. âYou kissed Steve?"
And then he says, âWell, he kissed me first. But yeah. I got drunk. Jeez Chris, I got wasted. And then Iâ yeah, I kissed him.â
And she's quiet for a long time, just soft breathing and static. Then she says, âThank you for telling me, Eddie.â
And oh. Thatâs what it was, wasnât it?
So they talk about it. All of it. And he really listens to her this time. He couldnât the last time, couldnât hear over the sound of his heart fuckinâ shattering. Then heâs the one blubbering apologies cause his girl was going through all this shit totally alone and he is now way too familiar with how bad it sucks.
And then they talk about It. The big It. All the stuff her mama drilled into her brain since she was in diapers. All the names that got spat at him between hall shoves. Shit they couldnât be 'cause then theyâd be wrong, shit they couldnât be 'cause then theyâd be right.Â
And when theyâre done and the conversation turns into Howâs the band? and Is Marcel still driving you crazy? Eddie feels ten pounds lighter, almost whole again. Like he was but better, all glued together in gold. Well, almost altogether.
He really needs to talk to Steve.Â
He knocks on his door again that night. This time not at 1 AM, this time sober and remarkably dehydrated.
And Steve answers. This time put together, this time hair done and voice in its day pitch (Eddie kinda misses the sleep rasp). And he looks.. fuck. He looks perfect, doesnât he?
Eddieâs spent all day mulling this conversation over. But standing here now heâs coming up blank. He mutters, âI- I was an asshole.â
Steve opens his mouth but Eddie just trucks on.
ââyou were an asshole too, man. But me, uh, probably more?âÂ
And he ignores the way his stupid traitor eyes start to water, always do when the moment feels too big. ââSorry about that. Sorry that I freaked, sorry that I was pissed at you for the shit I was just pissed at myself for. Sorry for, uh. Yelling at you. Sorry, um. Yeah. Sorry for kissing you. That definitely wasnât cool. Itâs been uh... a confusing month. Shit. Iâm so sorry Steve.â
Steve just leans against the door. Normally he wore everything on his face. Couldn't win Texas Hold 'Em to save his life. Not now though. Now it feels like Steve could have a sleeve full of aces and Eddie wouldnât know a thing.
But then he says âEddieâ so quiet it sounds like he hadn't even meant to. Like it just slipped onto his tongue.
Eddie canât do anything but blink, âYeah?â
âLet me um-â Steve swallows, âLet me get this straight. Whereâd you land?â
God, this shit was humiliating, âNot that. Straight. Not straight.â
âOk. Cool.â
âYup.â
âAnd meââ Steve scratches at the back of his neck, âwhere did you land on me?â
Eddie feels like heâs gonna explode. But he canât bolt. Not again. Even though every bone in his body wants to. So he plants his feet, coughs, âWell, I pretty much assaulted you, didnât I?â
Steve rolls his eyes, snarks a laugh. âSure. Yeah. Iâve been totally gone on you since, I dunno, forever. You were straight. You were basically married to your high school sweetheart. All it took was one of those things no longer being true for me to totally nosedive. But sure, you threw yourself at me.â
This was. It was a lot.Â
âSteveââ
Steve waves a hand, stops him. ââNo oneâs ever been in love with you. Not really.â Thatâs what you said, dude. Meanwhile, shit, cards on the table here? Every relationship Iâve had in the last five years has been a pointless attempt to get over you. So yeah, it was weird to hear, Eddie.âÂ
Steve wonât look him in the eye. His neck is craned towards the ceiling.
Eddie whistles through his teeth, âMaybe, uh⌠maybe give me a bit more time?â
âOh.â Steve finally glances up. His poker face is all gone. He looks like a kicked puppy. âYeah, yeah, of course.â
âIâll probably just need a week or two? I mean, fuck man, thatâs a whole other, like Phylum of pornography Iâve been missing out on for the last 25 years. I gotta get myself acquainted before I can, you knowââ He reaches out, rubs at Steveâs bicep with a wink, âGet myself Acquainted.â
Steveâs whole body is shaking. Eddie can feel the relief flitting out of him. âJesus Christ, Munson.â
âThen Iâll take you out, Harrington! Show you the town.â
âDude, will your dick even work at that point?â
âOn the first date?â Eddie gasps, âLord Harrington, how improper!â
Steve just shrugs, âRules are different for guys.â
âWhat? Wait seven years and then hope you land a sexuality crisis?â Then Eddieâs leaning in, closing the space between them. Trying to ignore the pounding in his chest, thinks maybe he's never been so terrified.Â
Steve smiles into the kiss. âYeah, Munson. It's something like that.âÂ
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lessons in lust
ellie williams x fem reader
synopsis: ellie meets with her hot tutor for calculus and somehow ends with an anatomy lesson!Â
CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, dealer!ellie (throwback asf), tutor!reader, slightly dom!ellie, cunnilingus, public sex (they donât get caught tho), a bit of teasing, both reader and ellie are just sluts basically. not proofread :3
a/n: heyyy the way i wrote this in literally 2023 and it's just been in my notes⌠hence slight dealer!ellie appearance LOL its also barely relevant to the story but I just think tutor!reader x dealer!ellie is a hot pairing. also ellie being lowkey dominant in this is so funny cuz i'm really in my sub!ellie era⌠but its still hot honestly. anyways hope y'all enjoy!
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ellie sighed as she looked at her current course score, knowing she was about to fail her calculus class if she didnât start getting decent grades soon. she cursed herself for picking astrophysics as a major, recalling how she âthought it sounded coolâ and failed to consider that she would need to take difficult math classes.
she didnât hate it, but she was falling behind as she allowed her âbusinessâ to take up most of her time. it was easy to get caught up, and she was pretty proud of herself once the money really started raking in, but was quickly humbled when she remembered she couldnât afford to retake a foundational course to her major.Â
that was how ellie found herself tapping her shoes against the library chair, waiting for her calculus tutor to arrive. she blew out a sigh from her pursed lips as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, in a dazeâso much so that she hadnât noticed you walk up to the round table until you said, âhi, are you ellie?â
she looked up, a bit startled by your voice in the quiet library, especially because she had picked a spot in the back, away from other people and their chatters.Â
she took a second to respond, partially because she had expected some kind of geeky math nerd to be her tutor--especially since it was through the school. however, the main reason for her delayed response was because she knew you.
well, knew is an overstatement, you were a bit of a crush that ellie had in one of her classes. she had never made a move to talk to you, but she often indulged herself by staring at your legs, barely covered by the short skirts you wore to class, and fantasizing about the sounds youâd make with her face between them. she noticed you were wearing a similar skirt today and her mind already started racing, but she quickly snapped out if it.Â
âhi, yeah thatâs me.â
âiâm y/n, iâll be working with you today,â you said, smiling at her. she felt her heart rate increase, but she made sure to play it cool. âoh, nice, thanks.â you gave her a slight smile aam pulled your chair in next to her.Â
âso, where should we start?â
âââââââââ
after several minutes of going over the subjects taught in the course, ellieâs mind had started to wander back to your short skirt and your words faded into the background as she wondered how quiet she could be while fucking you in the library. you can feel her eyeing you up as you spoke, and try to keep your voice steady regardless of how nervous sheâs making you feel. how are you supposed to teach her while sheâs practically undressing you with her eyes?
âso, can you show me how you could solve this kind of problem?���, you ask. after a few moments of silence and ellie scratching her head, you giggle, noticing she looks a bit spaced out.
âjeez, am i that boring of a tutor that youâre zoning out?â, you tease. she chuckles and shakes her head, âno, not at all. these kinds of problems just confuse me is all, i really donât know where to start.â
you scoot your chair closer to her and arenât sure if you imagine hearing her breath hitch.Â
âokay so, show me exactly where youâre having problems."
âââââââââ
âholy shit. youâre a fucking genius. or a saint. bothâwhatever. i canât believe i actually understand this,â ellie scoffs in disbelief.Â
you smile at ellie and and shrug, âyou had it in you. sometimes it just takes a bit of a push. iâm sure youâll do great on your tests.â
ellie looks at you with a suddenly soft expression, suddenly realizing her appreciation for your help and being so patient with her. she also realizes that she might have a thing for nerds. she would be lying if she didnât find your intelligence extremely sexy, as if you werenât already hot enough.
âso, how am i going to repay you for this, y/n?â she asks, leaning towards you and brushing a hair out of your face.Â
you let out a shy laugh at her sudden boldness, caught off guard by the cute girlâs fingers brushing against your skin.Â
funnily enough, you had heard about ellie before. there was a small number of queer students on campus, and an even smaller circle of queer girls. and as it usually happens, lots of you knew of each other. in fact, you and ellie were both hooking up with the same girl, which was how you knew about her. just based on this, you assumed she was a bit of a womanizer, and her obvious flirting with you now seemed to align with this idea.Â
but you arenât put off by thisâin fact, it only makes her more intriguing to you. behind your studious math-nerd image, you arenât all that innocent either.Â
âplease, i already get paid to tutor. iâm just doing my job, so you donât have to thank me any special way,â you reply, amusement laced in your tone.
âi know i donât have to,â she states simply, âi want to. you helped me out, and i think itâs only right that i return the favor.â as she says this, ellie places her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up as she looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction.Â
you raise an eyebrow at her, but once you smirk, ellie knows itâs game over. you lean in forward and lower your voice. âyâknow, i think you might be right. i did, after all, save your grade in this class didnât i?âÂ
you decide youâll play along and see where this goes. after all, she was fucking hot. when she smirks at your response, you almost start drooling. 5 minutes ago, you were focused on integrals, but now all your brain can think is how fucking badly you want those long fingers to keep moving up your leg.Â
âso how exactly are you going to repay me?â you ask, although you already had an idea of what she had in mind.Â
even though ellie was hoping for this situation, she couldnât believe you were actually down. when she realizes this, it goes straight to her clit. was she really about to fuck her hot tutor?Â
ellie suddenly starts lowering herself under the desk.
âi think i can help you better down here.â
you just about come right in that moment, looking down at her mischievous green eyes from beneath you. your breath hitches and you look around to make sure that nobody is watching.Â
âfuck. thatâs so hot. okay⌠you just-you have to tell me if iâm being too loud, okay?â
ellie nods and canât seem to wipe that smirk off her face as she crawls forward and positions her face so she could look under your skirt. you spread your legs slightly for her access and you can immediately feel her hot breath on your inner thighs, causing you to shudder. she looks up at you, making direct eye contact as she leaves wet kisses on your thighs, teasing you, even in this moment where she should be going quickly as to not get caught.
you bite your lip when she drags her middle finger over your clothed heat, then slowly rubs your clit through the pink fabric. you hear her curse to herself and you feel yourself getting wetter as each excruciating moment passes. after a few moments, she pulls your panties to the side to view your soaked pussy.Â
âyouâre already so wet,â she quietly groans. you almost whine when she brings her mouth so close to your center, looking up at you from her hooded eyelids and just holding herself there to tease you just a little bit longer.Â
ellie takes a mental snapshot of your desperate expression as you look down at her, with your lips between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed. but she canât wait any longer herself. needing to taste you, she licks a long strip from up your pussy and you immediately find yourself choking back a moan.Â
ellie seems pleased by your reaction and starts leaving wet kisses on your clit, sucking lightly as she pulls away and alternating with gentle flicks of her tongue. its driving you absolutely crazy how gentle and slow sheâs being, and you start to roll your hips to satiate her relentless teasing. she knows that itâs not enough but sheâs also aware of how much more wet itâs making you.Â
she sucks a little harder on your clit and your head falls back as you gasp in pleasure. then she pulls away, lightly smacking your thigh.Â
âuh uh, keep looking at me. i want you to watch me while i make you feel good, baby,â she murmurs before she dives back in.
you pull your head back down to watch her with your mouth slightly agape and see her low-lidded eyes are clouded with lust. your back arches as you feel her the pressure of her tongue increase and watch her bob her head up and down under your skirt. ellie isnât holding back and you can hear the messy, wet noises her mouth makes against your cunt in the quiet library. everything about the situation was borderline pornographic, and you almost feel dizzy from how much it was turning you on. without stopping her mouth movements, you feel her one of her fingers rub against your entrance before plunging deep into your cunt, causing you to let out a little moan. her eyes flick up back to yours, giving you a dangerous look as a warning. one of your hands clasps over your mouth to muffle your sounds as best you can.Â
âfeels good, doesnât it?â she whispers, and you nod in response, causing her to tsk at you. âi want to hear you say it. tell me how good iâm making you feel,â she demands, slipping in a second finger.Â
when you remove your hand, you accidentally let out another small whimper, and you respond as best as you can, âit f-feels so good. fuck, itâs too good,â you whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.
satisfied with your answer, she reattaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, forcing you to bite your fingers to hold back your sounds. her fingers speed up as well, and you can hear the lewd sounds of your wetness even louder now. youâre getting dangerously close, and she can tell by how your insides clench around her fingers.Â
âs-shit, iâm close, ellie,â you half-whisper, half-whine.Â
âi know, baby.â
she continues her assault with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to drive you crazy. she can feel her own wetness growing between her legs as she listens to your muffled sounds. when she sees your face, all fucked out and desperate, she nearly cums on that alone. âyou gonna come for me?â
âmhmm,â you whimper, unable to respond properly as your mind and body are completely clouded with pleasure. your hands find her hair, needing somewhere to grab as the intensity became too much for you, causing her to moan into you, and the vibrations of her voice push you over the edge.
your body freezes up completely for a moment, then jolts as your release hits you, hard. you canât help but moan and your legs shake as she keeps her pace, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can. when the overstimulation becomes too much, you push her head away from you causing her lips to detach from you with a pop. you gasp for air and your body trembles as you come down from your high.Â
when your vision unblurs, you see her still between your legs, lips and chin covered in a combination of your wetness and her spit, and watch her smirk before she cleans her fingers off with her mouth. itâs the most erotic view youâve ever seenâyou could cum a second time.
she helps you put your panties back on and slowy rises from under the table, looking around to make sure the coast is still clear. she chuckles when she sees you still slumped in your chair, recovering and wraps her arm around your waist to help you up.Â
âhow was that for repayment?â she teases.
you chuckled, still out of breath, and hoped that sheâd be setting up more sessions with you in the future.
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On our own terms
Nicholas Alexander Chavez x famous!black!reader
Description: Rumors begin to swirl about whatever is going on between Nicholas and (y/n). The pair share mutual friends, but that doesnât have to mean anythingâŚ
Warnings: none that I can think of right now
Sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this on my phone đ
PARTS: ONE two three four five
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(y/n) love an impromptu friends trip
sofcruz Iâm already organizing the next one đŠđźâđť
> (y/n) yes pls hopefully Z and Tom can come next time
> zendaya yes pls đđ˝
user1 so are we just not acknowledging the soft launchâŚorâŚ
user2 âfriends tripââŚyeahâŚok đ we see that last slide girl
zendaya so happy for you đĽş
> (y/n) đĽşđ
user3 God I see what you have done for othersâŚWHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
> user4 real đŤ
user5 idk who Iâm more jealous of (y/n) because he looks hot or him because itâs (y/n) and she is everything đ
> user6 welcome to bi panic
(y/n)loml Face card is deadly. Digging my grave as i type this
(y/n)loml just fallen to my knees in the middle of walmart
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nicholasalexanderchavez much needed filming break
nicholasgalitzine still not over that football defeat are you?
> nicholasalexanderchavez it was a tie and you know it
taylorzakharperez unfortunately back to the grind đ
nicchavezismine the first slide is my new lockscreen đđđ
user1 are we going to ignore the legs that are obviously not his in the last pic?
user2 sheâs so lucky but I know sheâs probably hot so heâs lucky too đ
user3 that should be me holding your hand đ THAT SHOULD BE ME MA-
lexiloo6 hi (louder than everyone else)
> user4 GET IN LINE
lexiloo6 BODY-ODY-ODY đ¤¤
lexiloo6 just say the word i am yours any time any place
lexiloo6 i am so down bad for this man itâs not even funny
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(y/n) I love natureâŚalmost as much as I love you
sofcruz ugh this is so cute. I could never wake up that early
> (y/n) it was worth it
> sofcruz literally meant for each other
nicholasalexanderchavez nature girl đşđż
> liked by (y/n)
jazzsinclair love this
user1 his back is hotâŚis that weird to say?
> user2 no girl. We get it
itswes arenât you directionally challenged?
> (y/n) you get lost twice and your brother will never let it go đ
> itswes praying for him to make it back. heâs way cooler than you are
> (y/n) love you too đ
nicchavezismine simply here bc he liked. Although I donât really see much to likeâŚ
> goddess(y/n) prime example of joblessness kids
(y/n)loml how are you real?! Iâm so in love with you
(Y/n)loml just one chance (y/n) I just need one chance
(Y/n)loml marry me. If you could just sign the license Iâve already done the rest
> user3 real
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nicholasalexanderchavez another item off the bucket list â°ď¸ and Iâm so happy I got to do it with you
nicholasgalitzine Sick photo dude. How long did the hike take?
> nicholasalexanderchavez like almost 3 hours but it was worth it for the pic
nicchavezismine heâs so fit đ Iâd hike with you any day đ
> user1 umâŚanywaysâŚ
(y/n) nature boy đżâ¨
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sofcruz jeez youâre high up đŹ
> nicholasalexanderchavez lol you know thereâs a path right?
> sofcruz I am NOT outdoorsy
>> (y/n) but I love you anyways đ we balance each other out
>> sofcruz we do đĽşđ love you. The yin to my yang
>>user2 lol not the sof and (y/n) love fest in his comments đ thats so random. Love them
lexiloo6 God you are hot
lexiloo6 so thankful I get to breathe the same air as you
lexiloo6 Iâm flexible!
> user3 LMAOOO real
lexiloo6 the shirt is white next question
> user4 you are so delulu but so real girl
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okay, i know we love logan with controversially young s/o but what about logan with dilf reader?
thinking about LOGAN and dilf!readerâŚ
logan whoâs never had much care for kids, or atleast tries to say that he hasnât had much care for kids. ( rogue and laura know that isnât true. ) so he was a little more than irritated when a kid who didnât look anymore older than 8 came running down the hallways of the x-mansion. wearing the xavier institute uniform sloppily.
he was about to grab the kid, maybe trip him just to get a little laugh out of the situation. but instead his eyes turned to you, jogging around the corner. dressed in your little dad-like outfit of a button up and jeans, your shirt not all the way tucked in and your belt a little loose on your waist, your buttons not all the way done up and showing off your collarbone. the small and somehow hottest little eyebags under your eyes. the watch on your wrist that makes the veins in your hands look a little more pronounced. your hands look so soft. were they supposed to look that soft?
when logan finally snaps his eyes away from you, he grabs the kid by his jacket just as he goes to run by. a cigar between his lips and his other hand in his pocket.
âhey!â your child said while squirming in loganâs hold which doesnât looosen at all. you let out a relieved breath and slow slightly.
âjeez, thanks, man. little shit is quicker than he looks,â you chuckle slightly awkwardly as you approach your child and logan. you wrap your arm around your child, putting him in the lightest headlock. he giggles and squirms in your hold. you werenât even that muscular, why did your arms look so good when you did that?
âyeah, no problem,â logan mumbles simply as he blows out a puff of smoke.
âiâm not that fast, papa, youâre just old!â your child says from in your hold with a teasing grin. a grin that looked just like yours. you playfully glare down at the boy before digging your left knuckles into his hair that looked just like yours. gosh, did the motherâs genes even try?
logan canât help but notice the lack of a ring on your left ring finger and gosh, if he had a tail, how wildly it would be wagging right now.
âim not that old, you little shit. im barely even forty yet,â you scoff at your son over the sound of his giggles. you then turn to the man that was still standing beside the two of you. âthanks againâŚâ you trail off, waiting for his name.
âlogan,â he answers gruffly, still glancing between you and your offspring.
âlogan. sânice to meet you,â you respond, offering him your warm, dad grin and your right hand. and suddenly being a step-dad doesnât sound so bad to him.
âyou too,â logan hums, taking your hand. and he doesnât want to let go. youâve got that firm shake and soft, warm palm that makes his old heart race. you then give him your name and your sonâs name. ânice to meet you, kid.â
your son sticks his tongue out in response to logan, clearly still salty about getting caught. you frown down at him and flick him in his neck which makes him let out a small yelp followed by a whine. in return he tries to dash off again, only for you to grab him and toss him over your shoulder with a small grunt. âalright, thatâs enough for today, squirt.â you tell your son.
âlet me down!��� he huffs, weakly hitting and pounding at your back and tugging on your shirt anything to get down.
âsee you around, logan.â you sigh, offering the man another warm but now slightly tired smile. he doesnât even speak as he watches you walk off with your son over your shoulder and your shirt riding up slightly due to his squirming.
all he can do is stand there and think. he doesnât care if it wasnât scientifically possible. he doesnât care if it took him several rounds and all night. he was gonna get you pregnant. because you with another kid and one of his? that thought is enough motivate him alone.
#dorkszn#dorkfilmz#deadpool and wolverine#x men logan#logan howlett fic#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#james logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#wolverine x reader#the wolverine#male reader#dilf reader#hugh jackman#hugh jackman x reader#logan howlett x male reader#the howlett files
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Steve is bitchy. It's a known fact. He's a reformed mean girl and bitch is like a second language to him. Whether it's scathing commentary about Family Video customers almost before they're out the door,
"So apparently it's national hit on someone young enough to be your granddaughter day, who knew we had such a gross holiday?"
snarky conversations with the kids,
"Well, whaddya know, Dustin, would you look at this?" "What? "It's the coke you said wasn't in the fridge! Isn't it amazing how it just magically appeared?" "Oh, shut up, Steve." "I'm just so completely in awe!"
or calling out the people that still give Eddie nasty looks (and doesn't that make Eddie's heart grow three sizes and threaten to pop out of his chest and burrow into Steve's?),
"You know, Carol, if you keep making that face, it might stick like that. But look on the bright side, at least then the outside would be as hideous as the inside!"
Eddie adores all of it. Loves Steve's mile-wide mean streak. Loves how he can use it to tease the people he loves or decimate the latest idiot he's been forced to deal with.
But Eddie's favorite, the best, the most wonderful, absolutely fantastic moments of Steve's bitchiness? Those happen while he's driving. It doesn't matter what exactly has him riled up about another driver, Steve always has something sarcastic on the tip of his tongue to bitch about them with.
"Do you look as stupid as you drive? Dumbass."
"Jeeze, I never knew the white line was for driving on. What an amazing thing you've discovered!"
"Oh, apparently I missed the memo where 35 mph got changed to 55. Eddie, remind me to check the speed limit sign the next time we drive through here. God, what an impatient asshole."
No matter what it is, it always has Eddie stifling his laughter behind his hand. But this last time - they're at a four-way stop and the car turning across from them definitely went before it was their turn and Steve says, "Hmm, seems someone missed the lesson on taking turns in kindergarten," with that little bitchy tilt to his head - Eddie can't help the guffaw that bursts out of his mouth.
Steve looks at him from the corner of his eye. "What are you giggling about?"
"You. You just - you get so bitchy at the other drivers and, I swear to god, man, it's the funniest shit." He laughs again, says fervently, "Christ, I love you, Stevie."
And then he freezes. Realizes what he said. Takes a deep, horrified breath. It's too soon, they only just started dating, he can't say something like that, he's... He backtracks. "Uh... I mean, uh, I love when you - "
And then freezes again when Steve slides his hand off the steering wheel and onto his thigh, fingers curling around the inside. "So, you love me, huh?"
Eddie chances a glance over at Steve. Despite the teasing tone in his voice, there's something soft around his eyes and the edges of his smile. Something almost... hopeful.
Eddie swallows and decides fuck it. "Yeah, yeah I do," he tells Steve quietly.
Steve makes a quiet sound that goes straight to Eddie's heart. When he peeks over again, Steve is looking back and forth between Eddie and the road and his expression is so open and tender and happy that Eddie doesn't regret for a second what he said, even if it is too soon. "I love you, too, Eds," Steve says and Eddie feels his stomach swoop with butterflies. He puts his hand on Steve's, squeezes it, tangles their fingers together, grins bright at this man he loves so very much.
And if, after that, Steve goes out of his way to play up his bitchiness whenever Eddie is in the car and Eddie never stifles his laughter at it again, well, that's between the two of them, isn't it?
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#are steve's bitchy comments while driving entirely based on my own? yes#steve and i are both bitchy drivers#reformed mean girl steve#yes i am incapable of writing anything that doesn't devolve into fluff đ
#also i have been trying to write this since january 27th so i'm not even gonna try to edit it you get what you get#zan fic
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Character: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader | Prison Era
Summary: After somehow convincing Daryl to let you go on a hunt with him, you stop to admire a pretty flower. Little did you know, the pollen would have an⌠interesting effect on you.
Warnings: smut, swearing, sexual details, sex pollen??, insecurity on darylâs part, a little fluffy, a little angsty, apparently no threat of walkers bc they get it on in the woods.
Word Count: 2,500 ish
18+
Convincing Daryl to let you tag along on a hunt was a task in itself. He was the closest thing you had to a best friend these days, so he knew how antsy you got when being behind the prison gates for too long. He felt the same way. That didnât mean he was going to let you go out into possible danger any easier though. You practically had to drop to your knees and beg him to let you join, swearing youâd bring extra luck for him to catch a deer. Muttering something like âainât need no luckâ under his breath, he eventually agreed to let you join. You pretended not to see his cheeks redden when you wrapped your arms around his neck in an excited hug.
That was about two hours ago. Now, you were following him through the forest as he tracked some animal. You were doing your best to keep quiet, given the fact that he had scolded you just about five minutes ago for walking too carelessly (whatever that means). You started to grow bored. Sure it was nice being away from the prison, but you figured your best friend would entertain you in at least some conversation. You shouldâve known better, this was Daryl Dixon.
You were about to suggest playing a silly game of truth or truth when you saw something pink out of the corner of your eye. You paused and walked over, observing a beautiful flower that looked like it belonged to a storybook. Your internal battle of deciding whether or not to pick it was fast as you assumed a walker would just trample it anyway. So you picked it.
Daryl knew right away that you werenât following him anymore, so he paused for a drink of water while he watched you get distracted by a flower. He rolled his eyes, but couldnât fight the smile as he noticed you pick it and immediately bring it to your nose to inhale the scent. As you pulled it away from your face, he saw it left pink specks of pollen on your nose.
âYa got a lil somethinâ on yer nose.â
Instead of a reply, he was met with a series of four loud sneezes.
âJeez woman, gonna draw all the walkers in.â
You giggled, wiped your nose, and finally replied with a small, âsorry.â
âIf yer done pickinâ flowers, letâs get back to trackinâ this deer,â he said as he grabbed his bag from where he placed it on the forest floor.
You gasped, âYou didnât tell me we were tracking a deer! I told you I would bring good luck.â
He rolled his eyes at you for the second time that day and muttered âstop.â
It started as an ache in between your legs. It wasnât particularly unpleasant, but it was surprising how strong it was.
You werenât unfamiliar with the feeling of arousal. You were a girl who knew her own body. At least before the end of the world. There wasnât enough time, safety, or privacy to bring yourself pleasure. Not to mention the lack of people throwing themselves at you.
Still, it was unfamiliar for you to feel so much arousal on a hunt with Daryl.
Daryl.
You found your gaze wandering to the archer taking sure steps in front of you. His shoulders seemed to be broader than normal⌠no, he was always this large. Your eyes went lower as you found yourself thinking about what else had to be large, accidentally letting out a whimper.
Daryl didnât stop walking, just tossed a âya okay?â over his shoulder.
You shook your head, as if it would cleanse your brain of the impure thoughts you had for your best friend, and answered.
âYeah, sorry, just tripped over my feet. You know me, super clumsy haha.â Stop talking!
He just grunted in response. Phew.
You wondered if he would grunt like that while he was deep inside of youâŚ
This time you actually did trip, bumping into the firm man in front of you. He whipped around and grabbed you by your shoulders.
âThaâ hell? Whatâs gotten into ya?â
Not you, sadly.
He looked at you more deeply and noticed your face was flushed pink like the flower you still held in your hand, and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths.
âAre ya okay? Ya bit?â He asked with a worried look as his eyes ran down your frame.
It wouldnât make sense for you to have gotten bit, he was with you the entire time. No, it was something else.
You looked up at him with a glazed look in your eyes and got out the words âso hot.â You werenât sure if you were talking about your body temperature or him at this point. His big hands on your shoulders felt as if they were burning holes through your skin. The ache between your legs had turned into a stabbing pain, and your lower stomach felt a different kind of hunger. Lust.
Daryl was beyond worried when he saw you drop your flower to clutch at your stomach. His eyes looked to the flower and recognition finally crossed his brain. Oh no.
He scooped you up bridal style, and you all but moaned. Now that he knew what was happening, a blush reached his face. He carried you to a nearby willow tree next to a lake and sat you down under the shade. You whined when he let go, so he made sure to at least grab your hands with his.
âSunshine? I need ya to listen to me.â
You met his eyes and nodded, but still had a glazed over expression.
He sighed, knowing this was the best it would get. âI think thaâ flower ya smelled was one of those aphrodisiacs. A really strong one too. I remember reading about it in that unique plants of Georgia book ya found for me.â
Your eyes widened and you let out another whine. âIt hurts so bad. I- I need. Ugh.â
âYa need to just wait it out. Could be a couple of hours.â
âNo Daryl I canât. I need you to fix it. Please fix it.â
He wasnât sure what you were asking for, but he knew heâd give you anything if you asked him with those big, round eyes.
âHoney, Iâm not sure what yer askinâ.
âNeed you to fuck me.â
That stopped his breath where it was in his chest. His eyes widened as he looked anywhere but your desperate face. He knew you werenât in your right mind. You didnât actually want him, you just wanted to act on the arousal you felt. He wasnât sure he could handle your touch if it wasnât genuine.
He was drawn out of his thoughts as he saw you strip your shirt off out of the corner of his eye. Somehow, his face grew even more red.
âNah, you donât wanna do this. You donât want me.â
âDaryl please, I only want you. Iâve only wanted you for so long. Since the farm. Not just your body, but your soul and mind and thoughts and oh my god please I just need you to fuck me. Make it go away please.â You cried.
His heart stopped at your confession. Was this true or was it just the drug from the flower talking?
He brought his hands up to your cheeks and looked into your eyes as you nuzzled into his warm palms.
âNeed ya to look at me.â He waited until your eyes met his. âNeed ya to tell me that you really want this, want me. And that ya wont regret it.â
You brought your hands to his on your face. âI promise. I want you. I want you so bad. Only you.â
With that, he roughly pushed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You couldâve melted then and there. Especially when you moved your hand to wrap around the back of his hair and heard the sound he let out. A kind of grunt that you had only heard in your dreams until then.
âImma take care of ya. Donât worry baby.â He panted.
Clothes were off in an instant, but Darylâs shirt stayed on. You knew about the scars and had seen them a few times, but you didnât want to push him. Plus, you werenât in the state to reassure him much anyway.
He currently had you on your back on the soft moss next to the willow tree, his mouth sucking your clit and fingers deep in your pussy. He said he needed to warm you up, even after you tried to convince him you were warmed up enough. You had a feeling it was more for him to prepare himself anyway.
It was heavenly, his eyes closed and arms wrapped around your thighs. His tongue never stopping at lapping up your wetness. His fingers gently but firmly hooking into you at a steady pace. It was perfect.
But it wasnât enough.
âDaryl, please, I need more. I need you, please.â You gasped out.
He released your clit with a wet pop and pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean of your juices. Your eyes couldâve rolled back in your head at the sight.
âAlright,â he rasped out, âquit yer whininâ girl.â
You grinned up at him as he pumped his cock in his hands. You knew he was big.
He mustâve seen you drooling over his dick because he smirked and gently caressed your cheek before popping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.
You werenât sure where this newfound confidence came from, but god you loved it.
He took his thumb out and shushed you as you whined in protest.
âYa ready for me baby?â
You couldâve nodded until your head fell off. His âwarming you upâ took the edge off, but the ache was back in full force, begging for you to just jump on him.
âPlease Daryl. Need you so bad.â
âAlright, alright. Tell me if anythinâ hurts. Iâll try and be gentle baby.â
Your heart swooned but your lust clouded brain wanted you to yell at him to not be gentle. Instead, you settled on nodding at him.
Daryl placed his tip at your entrance and looked into your eyes as he pushed inside. Any amount of hesitance he felt dissipated as soon as he felt your wet, warm walls squeezing him.
The stretch you felt was the relief you needed. You felt your thoughts clear, as well as your clouded eyes.
Daryl noticed the change immediately and kissed your nose, then your forehead.
âYa okay? Want me to stop?â He asked with a hint of embarrassment. Now that he solved your âproblemâ he was worried that youâd suddenly find him less appealing and grow disgusted with him. He tried to push the thoughts away, but his brain has always been programmed to doubt himself. He felt your arms snake up his back and hold on tight to him as your legs wrapped around him to keep him inside of you.
âDonât you dare stop.â You breathed out, still accommodating to the stretch you felt between your legs. âI still want you. Still need you.â
Even though the effects of the pollen were sated as soon as he entered you, that didnât stop you from being turned on by the archer. You always knew you wanted something more with him, and now you were finally getting it. So you bucked your hips up further on his length with a moan.
He closed his eyes tight to prevent himself from thrusting the rest of the way into you. He knew he was big, and now that you were thinking more clearly, he knew that he had to be more gentle. When he opened his eyes, he saw you looking at him with wide eyes and your teeth tugging on your lower lip. God, you were beautiful.
He brought your hands above your head and locked your fingers with his. Then he slowly and finally filled you up the rest of the way. You both gasped and squeezed each otherâs hands.
You let out a whine when he pulled out again, but sighed as he thrusted back in.
âHarder, you wonât break me.â You pleaded with him.
âI gotcha.â His next thrust was hard enough for you to release his hands and clutch onto his back. He leaned on one of his arms above you and brought the other to press into your lower stomach. âYou feel me right here, baby? So deep huh?â
âOh my god!â You moaned out for him. âDaryl⌠feels so good.â
He just thrusted faster and harder in response, desperate to make you feel good like you deserve.
He felt you tighten around him and he read your body signs with ease, as if you two had done this a million times before. He brought the hand was pressing on your lower stomach down to find and circle your puffy clit, getting a reaction immediately. You gasped and scratched your nails down his covered back as you somehow got out the word, âgonna-â
âI know, let go for me baby, câmon.â He felt himself getting closer, wishing so bad that he could stay inside your cunt and finish there, but he knew the risks.
You tugged his body into yours as you finished around him, squeezing him in more ways than one.
Daryl let you ride out your pleasure before pulling out of the sweet cunt that kept sucking him in. It only took two pumps for him to release all over your inner thighs with a raspy grunt. He sat back on his knees and watched as his cum trickled down the puffy wetness between your legs and fell into the moss below him. He wished he has a camera in a moment like this, but he decided to settle on a mental snapshot for later.
He grabbed his handkerchief from his pants on the forest floor and wiped his cum from your thighs. You smiled up at him even though he wouldnât meet your eyes. You grabbed his hand when he finished and brought it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles.
You couldâve laughed at the blush that crossed his features. This man just said the dirtiest things to you without shame, but got so shy over a small kiss to his hand.
When Daryl finally met your eyes, a look of relief showed on his face as he saw the smile that graced your lips. He suddenly collapsed onto his back next to you and brought your face to his in the sweetest kiss ever experienced between you two.
âThis wasnât a one time thing, right?â You asked, furrowing a brow at him.
He pecked your pouted lips again. âNah, now that I have ya, I ainât lettinâ ya go.â
As you and Daryl enjoyed the blissful silence together, tracing fingers along each otherâs frames, you both jumped when you heard sticks cracking a couple of feet away.
You both relaxed when you saw that it was the deer that brought you both out here in the first place. You started giggling uncontrollably, scaring the deer away.
Daryl scoffed. âLast time I take ya on a hunt with me, woman.â
You just continued giggling into his chest with the smile that he adored.
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Ice Bath. (141 x Reader.)
!CW!, NSFW, implied smut, BLURB, this is short asf
It doesnât sound so bad, until youâre actually doing it. After a long mission, everyone is battered and bruised, and so so tired. Captain Price recommends an ice bath.
He goes off on a tangent about how healthy they are for you. Soothing muscles and body aches, narrowing blood vessels, reducing inflammation and swelling. It really does sound amazing. Until you watch them do it one by one. Stepping one bare foot in, body going rigid as a gasp leaves their lips. You decide to go last. You try not to chuckle at them, but itâs hard when you hear their reactions. Once theyâre all finished, just youâre left. Soap and Gaz are adding more ice, Ghost is sitting in a chair drying off, and Captain Price is timing since Soap and Gaz turned it into a competition. You shed all of your extra clothes, leaving yourself in a sports bra and shorts. You tie your hair up, standing by the side of the tub as they walk away with the empty bucket that once held ice. You raise a leg, putting your foot in. A gasp leaves your lips, and it grasps everyoneâs attention immediately. Soap and Gaz exchanged glances. Eyes slightly widened. You bring your other foot up and over the tub, sitting down quickly, another gasp leaves your lips. âOh fuck itâs so much-â you pant, taking in deep breaths. Captain Price shifts uncomfortably, cock getting hard from hearing that. Jesus, they were deprived. Ghost tries to tune out your pants, Captain Price barely remembers to start the timer. âDoing good, keep going.â
âAh- fuck.â You tilt your head back, breathing out. Your hands are clutching at the sides of the bath, knuckles turning white, youâre starting to squirm. âTime?â You ask. âUh- um. 1 minute.â He breathes. Heâs so confused, daydreaming. âFuck- itâs too much.â Your eyes are clenched shut and youâve got a sexy grin playing at your lips. Ghost tries to discreetly palm his hard cock through his sopping wet pants. âJust- keep going. You can take it.â Gaz mumbles, earning a couple glances from the others. You hiss out. âTry going under.â Your Captain says. So you do. Dipping under for a few seconds, resurfacing with a loud gasp, youâre panting again, âugh..â you mumble, your body is shaky and your skin is turning red. You donât realize it but the sounds youâre making, theyâre lewd. Taking the guys off guard completely as you whimper. Chest rising and falling. âYou win.â Captain Price finally says, and you quickly stand up, shivering, legs shaking. Youâve got water dripping off of you and theyâre all staring. Youâre panting as you dry yourself off.
You find it a little odd that nobody is in the mess hall eating dinner once youâve dried off and returned, each of them reappearing after about 20 minutes of eating alone. Youâre almost done with yours by the time theyâre starting theirs. âJeez. You guys seem out of it.â You giggle.
Each of them look at you in a different light, seeing you squirm and whimper that way, they couldnât handle it. âUh.. yeah. Just.. hot shower was too nice.â Soap laughs. Your skin is still freezing when he brushes passed you. All he can think about is his hot skin pressed up against yours. Heâs got to pull himself away from his thoughts. Once you all meet up again, itâs silent and awkward. Eventually, you excuse yourself to your room for the night. You leave the four of them eating around the table. Theyâre quiet at first until Soap finally speaks up.
âSo did anyone else have to rub one out after that show she put on, or was it just me?â He laughs, the rest of them burst out laughing with him. Captain Price nearly spitting out his drink. âOh yeah, that was wild.â Gaz laughs, tipping his water bottle back. Taking a few gulps of it. âWill probably never look at her the same again after that one.â Ghost mumbles. Trying to hold back a smile. âYeah, no. Definitely not.â Gaz laughs.
âTold you boys itâd be relaxing, I just didnât think itâd end that way.â Captain Price wipes his mustache, standing up and patting the table with his hand.
âRelaxing or entertaining?â Soap laughs.
âDefinitely both.â
#call of duty mw2#soap mw2#cod mw2#ghost mw2#captain john price#price mw2#alejandro mw2#captain price#johnny soap mactavish#mw2 smut
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Heyy! Iâm new here and I absolutely love your writings wksiwksjwjshe is your 300 event still open?
if yes I would love to req a cinnamon + poplar ! hehe thank you! (If itâs already closed then donât mind me)
*HI sorry this took forever! But I hope you love it ;) Ace is such a filthy boy in this one, EYE certainly enjoyed it*
Pairing: Ace x Fem Reader
WC: 2200
Prompt: âShh I know baby, I know itâs good. Youâre doing so good for meâŚâÂ
TW: SEX, shameless flirting in public, Ace being kind of a pervert, reader is a bit older than young buck Ace, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't) creampie (also don't) fingering, teasing, pet names, filthy language. the usual?
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You sat at your desk in the medical ward of the ship, up to your ears in paperwork. Blood test results to log, supply order forms to go over, you had so much on your plate and it was eating away at you. The rest of the crew was in the galley drinking but you were stuck working.Â
Suddenly the door to the med bay swings open and in waltzes the crewâs head doctor.Â
âOk little chicken, thatâs enough work for tonight.â Marco smiles warmly at you as he approaches your desk.Â
âPlease stop calling me that." You sigh and rub your eyes. "And I still have more releases to sign off on, and the IV tubing we use for Dad is on backorder, so I have to decide if we go up a size or down a size and did you know-â You ramble on and on while Marco rolls his eyes.Â
âIâll handle it. Go out and have a drink.â Marco eyes your tired face. âGods know you need it, kiddo.âÂ
You sigh. You feign a smile as you rise from your desk chair, the joints in your back and knees popping from how long you had been sitting.Â
âWas⌠was that your back?â Marco asks with a raised eyebrow.
âYes. Shut up.â You say as you push your way out of the med bay. You follow the sounds of music and riotous laughter towards the galley and enter quietly. You slunk between the groups of pirates towards the center of the room and grab a beer from the barrel full of ice. You pull your cigarette lighter out of your pocket and use it to pop the cap off your beer. You stow the lighter back into your pocket.Â
âHey, y/n! Over here!âÂ
You turn around and see a somewhat intoxicated Ace waving you over to his table. He had that stupid, goofy grin on his face. You smiled back and headed in his direction. He was standing around a wooden table with Thatch, Izou and a few other Whitebeard pirates and nurses.Â
âJeez y/n you look like youâve been up for a week.â Ace teases you.Â
âI think I have, now that you mention itâŚâ You say and take a sip of your beer.Â
âMan I havenât seen you this down before, y/n. What the hell is going on with you?â Izou asks.Â
âWell, since youâve asked! Iâm exhausted. Iâm bored. Iâm stressed. I canât tell if I want 5 more beers or to fall asleep on the floor! I am wildly overworked and under-fucked.â You finish your rant and slam your beer.Â
âAnyone else need another one?â You ask to the now silent group of people that surrounded you at the table. You were met with mostly blank stares, shocked at your sudden outburst. You turn and head to grab a new beer.Â
âIâll come with you!â Ace is quick to join with a mischievous smirk on his lips.Â
He follows you like a puppy as you head towards the beer.Â
âYou know I can help you with that, right?â Ace grabs your arm and pulls you to face him.Â
You laugh.Â
âI donât really think Marco would trust you enough to run my blood tests for me, but thanks.âÂ
âNo no, the other part. The being under-fucked part.â Ace smirks down at you. Again, you laugh.Â
âHaha, oh yeah? What are you, like 23? Like youâd know what to do with it if you had a chance.â You smile playfully and wiggle out of his grip, finally retrieving another beer. Ace does the same and sidles close behind you on your way back to the table. Suddenly Aceâs breath is hot in your ear as he leans in to whisper something to you.Â
âWell Iâve got an 8 inch cock that might change your mind on thatâŚâ You stop dead in your tracks and your eyes widen.Â
âWha-?â
Ace passes by you and goes to join the table again. âOnly if you want, though! Come on, letâs have another drink!â Ace beckons you over like he hadnât just whispered the most crude, filthy thing in your ear 30 seconds ago.Â
Convincing yourself you had imagined it, you snap out of your trance and return to the table to drink.Â
You enjoy a few more rounds of drinks and you notice with each beer, Ace slides his body closer and closer to yours. You could attribute this to the size of your party shrinking as people headed off to bed, but at this point he was basically pressing his side into yours, occasionally grazing his warm hand over your hip.Â
His touch was fleeting, but hot⌠it made you crave more. You found yourself leaning into him and he pulled you closer in return. He felt you shudder.Â
âOh man, y/n, you must really be tired. Do you need help getting back to your room okay?â Ace looks down at you with a devious smirk. You knew what he was really asking.. and you were far too quick to respond.Â
âYes, I think Iâd like that, Ace.â You smile and he wraps his arm around your hip and pulls you away from the table.Â
Ace is all but giggling as he brings you back to your room, pinching and squeezing your skin anywhere he could tease it. He stops at your door and looks at you expectantly.Â
You laugh.Â
âWould you like to come inside, Ace?âÂ
âHell yeah!â Ace practically jumps into your room behind you and slams the door shut.Â
From the instant the door is closed, Aceâs lips are on yours. You barely had time to react to the kiss before he started tugging at your clothes. You laugh and pull back from the kiss.Â
âHaha slow down! We have all night Ace⌠Iâm not going anywhere.â You purr at him and stroke his cheek. What a sweet, eager little thing he was.Â
Ace nuzzles himself into your neck and plants a wet kiss.Â
ââMâsorry, just hate seeing you like thisâŚâ Ace continued licking and biting at your neck. You whimper. âGonna fix it⌠gonna make you feel so good, baby.âÂ
Your cunt clenched in anticipated of what he was about to do to your body. Ace pulls your dress over your head and tosses it to the floor. He distracts you with more kisses as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. Ace kisses down to your stomach and gently pulls your panties down. You step out of them and realize youâre completely bare in front of your friend.Â
You covered your breasts instinctively. Those doesnât go unnoticed by Ace, who was coming up to meet your eye again. He pulls your arm gently away from your chest and smiles.Â
âAww are you shy, baby?â Ace coos at you. You blush so hard you think your face might be on fire. Why was he having this affect on you? He was a young blowhard at least 5 years your junior, and yet he ended up with all of the control in this situationâŚ
âThatâs ok, come hereâŚâ Ace gets on your bed and sits up with his back against the pillows and headboard. âLet me show you why you donât need to be shy.â He smirks and holds out his arms to you.Â
You lick your lips and climb into Aceâs waiting lap. He positions you with your back again his chest, sitting between his legs. This position reminded you how Ace was still fully clothed and you were completely naked. Something about being so vulnerable in front of him was intoxicatingâŚÂ
âSpread your legs, sugar. Show me that cute pussy.â Ace whispers in your ear as he pulls your legs over his own, spreading them as far as they could go comfortably.Â
âAceâŚâ You whimper quietly, trying to turn your head away. You were embarrassed at how aroused he had made you, all while barely touching you⌠but not nearly embarrassed enough to ask him to stop.Â
Ace wastes no time before his hands are on your dripping sex.Â
âHoly shitâŚâ Ace glides a finger up and down your slit. âLook at how wet you are, pretty.â His one finger turns to two fingers as he collects more of your slick from your hole and brings it up to rub firm circles onto your clit.Â
âAce! Fuck!â You throw your head back, body feeling like it was filled with static electricity. He had you so worked up that every little touch felt like it was amplified by 100.Â
âYouâre so wet that I bet I could just slip my fingers in..â Ace smirks and swiftly plunges the two digits into your hole. You moan. âAnd I bet that if I do thisâŚâ Ace begins to firmly pull and tap his fingers into that delicious spot inside of your cunt. â⌠youâll cum.âÂ
âShit, fuck, Ace! O-oh my- Ah! ACE!â You cry out and explode all over Aceâs arm and the bed in front of you.Â
âLooks like I was right, huh baby? Thatâs a good girl, give it all to me.â Ace playfully reacts as he rubs at your clit to prolong your orgasm.Â
âFuck⌠AceâŚâ You lay heaving on your bed in Aceâs arms, the spasms from your climax finally ceasing.Â
You feel Ace smiling into your neck as he peppers it with sweet kisses.Â
âI wouldnât know what to do with it, huh???â He chuckles into your damp skin.Â
âShut up and fuck me already.â You roll your eyes.Â
Ace gently moves you out from between his legs and he rises from the bed to remove his vest and shorts. You audibly gasp at the sight of his huge member springing free from its confines.Â
âJeez you werenât kiddingâŚâ You say softly, eyes not leaving Aceâs cock in front of you.Â
âIâm a pirate, baby, not a liar.â He flashes you that stupid grin again. âNow face down, ass up, sugar.âÂ
You quickly oblige, grabbing a pillow to cushion your face that was now stained with mascara. The first thing you feel is a warm hand sliding up your spine and massaging your skin, then you feel the prodding of Aceâs thick cock at your sopping wet entrance, the heavy mushroom tip barely breaching your hole. Ace dipped his tip teasingly in and outâŚÂ
âAceâŚ. pleaseâŚâ You whine as you push your hips back to entice him to fully enter you.Â
âOkay, okay, Iâll give it to you, you donât ever need to beg for me, pretty.â Ace plants both hands on your hips and pulls your ass flush against his pelvis, sinking his cock as deep as it will go into you.Â
Strangled moans leave the both of you as he bottoms out. Ace pulls out slowly, looking down to admire the wet mess youâve already left on his cock. He pushes back in and you moan again, squeezing him involuntarily.Â
âGods you were right⌠this tight little pussy is under-fucked.â Ace speeds up his thrusts and you gasp, the wind nearly knocked out of you. âDonât worry baby, Iâm gonna make sure that never happens to you again⌠gonna fuck you every day⌠make you feel so fucking goodâŚâÂ
Ace was slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you. You could feel the droplets of sweat from Aceâs face splatter on your back, as well as the crazed, possessive grip on your hips almost certainly leaving bruises. You couldnât form words, only broken sobs and shrieks as your lover drilled into you, dead set on making you cum again.Â
Tears fell from your eyes against the pillow and you whined, so close to reaching your peak again.Â
âShh I know baby, I know itâs good. Youâre doing so good for meâŚâ Ace coos at you. âCum on my cock and Iâll fill you up, âkay sugar?â Ace leans forward and presses his chest to you as he continues his brutal assault on your pussy. He reaches one hand from your hip down and around to rub at your clit. The stimulation sends you over the edge and your orgasm rips through your whole body. âAce!â You scream out and lurch forward, no longer able to hold your torso up with your arms anymore.Â
âGood fucking girl! Now Iâm gonna make you mineâŚâ Ace praises you.Â
You try to mumble out âpleaseâ but you truly have no idea if you were saying anything coherent.
âHaaa, fuck!â Ace cries out and spills his load impossibly deep into your warm hole. You whimper as you feel rope after rope of Aceâs hot seed filling you. Ace rubs firm circles into your hips as he calms down from his release.Â
Suddenly, Ace pulls out of you and flops back into your bed and pulls you to his chest. You nuzzle into his sweaty pecs as you throw a leg over his hips. Ace pulls the blanket over the two of you, briefly leaning upwards to make sure your whole body was covered and comfortable before settling back on the pillows.Â
âSo you were serious?â You ask quietly.Â
âAbout what, baby?â Ace answers as he strokes your hair.Â
âAbout fucking me every day?â You chuckle.Â
âMmhmmâŚâ Ace kisses the top of your head. âTomorrow. And the next day.. and the next day⌠and the next day⌠and the next⌠andâŚâÂ
You hear Ace start snoring and smile.Â
xxÂ
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Shut The F**k Up
Vi x Fem!Reader CW: Swearing, angst WC: 1.3k+ A/N: This is the censored version. The uncensored version is linked below! (It's because I am a bit uncomfortable with posting NSFW here on Tumblr.)
"Just shut the fuck up!" I pounded my fist onto the table.
The entire bar went silent as the loud thud overpowered the thunderous music. It even caused the jukebox to lose alignment on the record. Scratches could be heard as the song skipped a few seconds ahead. My breathing was heavy as I was just staring at the counter.
"You alright there?" someone reached over and tried to place a hand on my shoulder.
I turned and smacked their hand away, "Just peachy."
I grabbed the bottle of alcohol and stood up. I threw down some coins and stumbled out of the bar. Words fell from my mouth as I mumbled to myself. They were just incoherent mumbles until memories of what happened crept back into my mind. Were her and I something? Or was I just her fling? Just a hook up every now and again to forget her ex? Or did we actually have something? It was never brought up, never spoken between us. She just came into my apartment, drunk and bloody, and we spent the night together. She was rough, hard, something I couldn't get elsewhere. She made me feel alive in a long time. She gave me a reason to believe that life was worth living. Now with her gone, what is the point?
I took a long swig from the bottle and let the contents slide down my throat, heating my stomach up and making my entire body feel like it was on fire. I wiped the droplets from the corner of my mouth and let out a belch. Others turned, disgusted, while I just stumbled past them. I burst into my apartment and slammed the door closed. I didn't take one step and I stumbled onto my bed.
"Jeez, and I thought I would get bad."
I shot up and looked around. That jet black, poorly dyed hair, that stature and build, that tone of voice. Was she really here? Or was the alcohol making me hallucinate?
"V-Vi?"
She turned and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Hey, little dove."
It's been a while since I heard that pet name come from her. One of our drunken escapades resulted in us going towards topside one early morning to watch the birds. While I was still conscious of my thoughts, I pointed out the birds to her and told her what kind they were. I told her I loved doves and that was where the nickname came from.
"You're still here? In Zaun?"
"Yeah. I am."
"I would have figured you went back up top when your ex came down here."
"Well, things were figured out and turns out, our paths diverged from one another's."
"I could have told you that. You're running around with a Piltie and you thought it was going to work out?"
"Like what we had was something."
"Was it? Or was I just your rebound? Someone to make you forget of your troubles?"
"We never established anything."
"You're one to talk, leading me on and then just leaving without so much as a goodbye."
"We never had anything."
A knife to the heart. In her case, a fist to the face. I bit my inner lip and let out an exasperated sigh.
"So," I tried not to let my voice crack. "What we had, was nothing?"
She shook her head, but then shrugged.
"I-I don't know."
"You just said we never had anything."
"I'm starting to doubt that."
"Did you have something going on between you and that Piltie?"
"I don't know about that either."
"Then what do you know? I can tell you," I stood up and walked towards her. "All you know how to do is get into someone's face, get into someone's business, and just fuck shit up."
I was mere inches from her now.
"I thought you were going to be a great person, you know. You were hard to like at first, but after we went around and screwed over some people for fun, and now you're here screwing me over, that's just sad, Vi, even for you. All I can see now is you don't think with this," I jabbed my finger harshly against her forehead. "But with these," I reached down and grabbed her bandaged fists.
"Sometimes, I wonder if you think at all," I scoffed.
A scowl appeared on Vi's face as she just stared into my eyes with those powder blue eyes. Some remnants of that black face paint were still on her skin.
"Maybe that's why you can never keep the people you love and care about around."
That was what caused to break the camel's back. In a flash of black and a bit of red, Vi's hands grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed. Her lip was pulled back in a growl as her face was just mere inches from mine once more.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"Make me," I said.
She harshly pressed her lips against mine. I let her in like the night she accidentally came into my apartment thinking it was hers. She let out a bit of a moan, probably tasting the alcohol on my tongue. My arms wrapped around her neck as I dug my hands into her hair. I grabbed a clump of it before I yanked it a bit too hard. In return, she bit on my lip a bit hard to where it drew blood. I pushed her away and ran my index finger over my bottom lip.
"What the fuck, Vi?"
She just smirked and ran her tongue along my bottom lip before she placed her lips back onto mine. I couldn't deny her. That was probably my problem in this situation. She gave me attention and was good to me now that I think about it. She never once tried to hurt me when I was intoxicated. She tried to sober me up before we started anything so she knew I was aware of what was going on. And I took care of her. After her matches I would wash the blood from her knuckles and anywhere else she got blood on herself. I'd make sure she ate and drank before and after each fight. On nights she would indulge a little too much in the alcohol, Loris and I took her back to her place. Or if it was just me, I brought her back to mine. We were more than this, weren't we?
I pulled away and furrowed my eyebrows at her. She caught on and pulled away, sitting beside me. We both let out disappointed sighs. Not at each other, no. Just at ourselves for letting us get like this. So heated with emotions that it drives us to be near one another.
"What are we, Vi?" I asked.
She shrugged, "I-I don't know. I-I'm sorry I can't answer that."
"Of course you can't answer it," I reached down under my bed and grabbed another bottle of alcohol.
I pulled the cork off and started to down it. Vi reached over and grabbed it from me mid drink.
"H-Hey!" I wiped the liquid from my chin.
She took a long swig before she spit it out.
"The fuck is this?"
"Don't complain about the alcohol since it's not yours," I snatched it back.
"I can't go back to my place."
"Why? Someone else take it?"
"Yeah," she said shyly.
"O-Oh."
"Yeah."
"Maybe if you actually took care of yourself for once--"
"This again?"
"You left me, Vi!"
"I left a lot of people. I left the people I cared about and look what happened. I fucked up."
"No shit."
"Gee, thanks for rubbing salt into the wound."
"We all fuck up, Vi."
"You don't know what fucking up is," she shook her head.
"Actually, I do."
"Really? Do tell."
"I fucked up the day I let you into my life. I took you in because I thought you were just lost and broken. Turns out, you're just fucking stuck in the past and running away from the things you can't beat with your fists."
Vi went silent. That was when I knew I made things worse. There would be days where we'd argue and she'd leave and not come back for almost a week on end. Then I'd find her in an alley slumped over with bottles beside her. And a stream of vomit.
"Vi, look I--"
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" she turned towards me.
"Only when you make me," I smirked.
"I'll do more than just that," she pinned me to the bed once more.
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yeah it's still september but it's halloween time for me sooo
walking through a haunted house with abby and getting scared and clinging onto her every five minutes. her laughing and comforting you throughout the house and at the end â¨treats you⨠for being so braveđ¤
in for it, abby anderson
â abby anderson x black!reader
synopsis: basically the request. đđ
c/n: just nastyyyy bro, car sex, fingering ( r!receiving ), pet names ( baby, babe, doll, sweet girl ), clit slapping, edging, and oral ( r!receiving ).
a/n: this was supposed to come out weeks ago but writers block kicked me in my ass omfgâŚ
layout creds: @nysrage ( go check her out, her work is amazing btw. đ¤đ¤ )
word count: 1.6k
itâs october and a cool festival opens up every year for everyone to go to, so you and abby decide to go since you guys go out to fun places as if itâs a tradition. after doing mostly everything in eachotherâs lines of sight, abby looks at the new haunted house they opened up and her eyes just light up like a little kid looking at a candy store. âbabe look! they opened up the haunted house.â she smiles wildly as she looks back at you. abby knew you liked scary shit, but you had your limits and haunted houses were one of them. you feel a frown spread across your face when you saw it.
âohh!!âŚabs are you sure you can handle it?â you ask hesitantly, trying to kinda sway her away from it for now. â..yeah?? why do you think Iâm trying to get inside of it?â she grabs your hand when you say nothing and walks you over to the line. âI know you not getting sassy with me abby..â you squint at her but she doesnât take you seriously. âoh you do NOT wanna see sassy.â she laughs and you just roll your eyes. you guys talk half of the waiting time and before you know it, youâre at the front of the line. âenjoy the house!â the employee smiles at you two and lets you both in. not even 5 minutes of being inside of the house, you cling onto abbyâs arm. âjeez..and you were asking me if I can handle it?â she laughs and looks around in awe, âthese people need a raise, look at how much effort they put! the little ugly dolls are looking at me funny.â she says as she gets a good look at them. you guys donât even realize that a person in a realistic ass zombie costume was sneaking up behind you guys because when you two turned around? all hell broke loose the way you screamed bloody murder.
âholy shit..YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS!â abby starts laughing at you at you and you just frown again, âthatâs not funny.â you sigh and look around again, hoping that whatever the fuck that thing was wouldnât pop up again and scare you. âIâm sorry babe, but look, if you can make it through the rest of this house, Iâll reward you at the end. got it?â she wraps an arm around you and you cling onto her once again. she places a reassuring kiss right on your forehead and leads you through the house once more. âthey put too much detail into this place..I donât like it one bitâŚâ you say while your grip on abby gets even tighter. âbaby itâs ok, I got you. remember that none of this is actually real so youâll be ok. I promise.â abby smiles at you and you just stay quiet, you didnât even realize that you were holding your breath. âhow much more longer do we have in here?â you whine, ânot that long baby, cmon you can do it. none of this is real.â
you were ok for awhile, trying your best to keep your cool but the feeling of being watched made your stomach do flips and turns. the only thing that kept you at bay was the fact that you were holding onto your girlfriend, abby. âabby I really donât like this.â you utter, still looking over your shoulder every now and then. âyouâre a brave girl, arenât you? weâre almost out baby.â she rubs your shoulder and you relax, you donât feel as tense anymore and not even 5 minutes later, you guys finally make it out of that horrible place. âseeee?? no need to be scared, we made it out in one piece.â abby shoves you playfully while laughing at the face you made in return, âremind me to never ever come with you to a haunted house again..â you cross your arms and abby kisses your forehead once again. âwho are you gonna cling onto then, hm?â you paused, she was right but you kissed your teeth, âwhatever..letâs just get in the car, theyâre gonna close soon and itâs pretty late.â you say to her, she nods and wraps an arm around your waist while you two walk back to your shared car.
âmmfghâ fuck!â you moan out, her fingers deep inside of you, while her tongue skillfully attacks your clit. her eyes never coming off of you, sheâs been thinking about getting you like this for atleast half of the whole night. the way you clung onto her, the way your body pressed up against her, the way you just had her head spinning. she was so proud of you, her brave girl going through a haunted house with her and now she just wants to reward you. âabbyyyy..fuck- too muchâŚâ you whine, gripping her hair even tighter and bucking your hips, âyou can take it, baby, I know you can..cmon doll, youâre brave arenât you?â she says while sheâs still ramming her fingers in and out of you, driving you absolutely nuts. you try to move back but she pulls you back by wrapping a strong arm around your leg, âdonât fucking run.â she mutters. her eyes darkening as she said it, abby looked feral. she slapped your clit and you flinched, biting the inside of your cheek. your clit was so sensitive from all the stimulation and she was aware of that. very aware. abby pulls her fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. âbe a good girl and stay still. I wonât tell you again.â you nod and she takes her fingers out of your mouth.
abby slowly rubs at your clit with her thumb, holding and squeezing your left thigh with her hand while sheâs holding eye contact with you again. she started rubbing your clit faster and your breathing hitched. âa-abby please itâs too much!â your back arches as you grasp at her arm for support and try to push her away, âso fuckinâ disobedient..â she groans and slaps at your clit again. she shoves her fingers back inside of you and her mouth latches back onto your clit, her tongue swirling around your bud and sucking harder than before, âabby Iâm gonna fucking cum! fuckkk!â your hips buck again and as soon as you feel like your gonna cum, abby completely stops. âyou canât cum yet. you didnât listen, so now you gotta beg for it baby.â she smirks, âsit up and get on my lap.â she pats her leg and you move onto her, and as soon as you did, she pulls your shirt off and immediately starts groping and sucking at your tits. abby looked feral, the way her hand moved down to smack your ass and make its way back over to your ache, she was all over you. as she starts fingering you again, she kisses you sloppily, your lipgloss smudging as she kisses you, and runny mascara tears rolling down your face.
âabby pleaseeee- oh fuck!â you moan out, feeling yourself reaching your high again, âyou wanna cum baby? hm?â she slurs, and all you can do is nod as her half-lidded eyes watch you lose yourself from her just shoving her fingers in and out of you. âabby please let me cum..itâs too muchhhh!!â your hand grips at her shoulder and your eyes roll back from all of the stimulation. âgo on sweet girl. go ahead and cum for me baby.â abby starts kissing and sucking at your neck while pinching at your sensitive nipples. the stimulation was sending you insane at this point. you look disheveled and completely drained, âI know baby, itâs okay. youâre almost there.â you felt your vision get blurry and your legs go numb as you cummed all over abbyâs fingers. âsuch a good girl. Iâll clean up and get you something to eat on the way okay?..but first maybe get some clothes on because I may have forgotten that weâre in a parking lotâŚâ
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His wife was his only love, he can't let himself falling for someone else, he wouldn't do that. So why does he feel it? Why does he remember every little thing you tell him? Why does he miss you even
when you said goodbye just a few minutes ago? Why does he want to make you smile? Why does he want to be đľđŠđŚ đ°đŻđđş đ°đŻđŚ who makes you smile? Not that he's going to tell you any of that, of course. It'd make him look stupid. He doesn't want to look weak.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night because he hears your voice. When he opens his eyes he doesn't really expect you to be there, anyway. He feels like he could break the walls when it happens. It never happened when he was with her? Could he really love you đŽđ°đłđŚ? He almost thought he couldn't love đ˘đľ đ˘đđ, so he doubts that very much. He's also sure you don't love him. You don't have such a bad taste in men, after all. He saw the men you thought were 'pretty'. They were all such gentlemen, he couldn't even compete.
âat the bar, drunkâ
"đđśđ¤đŹ." He takes out his phone from his pocket and call you, yawing while waiting for you to answer. He's not even sure you're going to, since it's almost midnight, but then he hears your voice and he lean back on the chair, sinking in it.
"Toji?"
"...hey... Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I was. Then you woke me up."
"ah... okay." He hears you scoffing slightly on the other side of the phone
"a 'sorry' would've been appreciated."
He keeps silent for a while, then mutter "come"
"I don't even know where you are!"
"oh jeez I'm at the bar! You know which one. Come."
"why?"
"I want to talk with you"
"we're already talking, Toji."
"yeah, well, I want to see you." He ends the call.
You know he will call again if you don't show up, and you honestly don't really want to fall asleep just to be woke up again from the ringing phone.
When you arrive at the bar he's sitting âwell, almost laying on the tableâ in front of an empty bottle of whiskey. You wonder if he's even awake. Probably not. You sigh and take a sit next to him, asking for a drink. Surprisingly, you hear the sound of his clothes when he turns hos head to look at you, still half awake.
"ah, so you came... I thought you were going to leave me here alone."
"hm. I can't say I didn't think about it." You reply, taking a sip from the glass the waiter just put in front of you.
"order a drink for me too. He doesn't give me any more" Toji says, pointing sleepily at the waiter.
"I'd rather not. I don't want you to pass out."
There are a few moments of silence, then he mutters "she would..."
You scoff, almost offended "what an idiocy. She wouldn't have done it either."
He grimaces slightly, annoyed but too drunk to actually manage to get a proper expression "don't talk like you knew her."
You turn your head to the side to face him, your chin on the palm of your hand "I didn't meet her nor I knew her, but I know no one who loves you would have done it."
He looks at half shutten eyes "how do you know?"
There's silence for a while, the only sound that could be heard was his heavy breathing and the steps of the waiting walking around the empty bar. "Idiot."
"what did I say?!" He suddenly sits up to look at you properly, a frown on his face "you can't just throw insuls at me like that!"
"god, you really are stupid sometimes. To ask me how I know. I know because I love you."
He doesn't react at first, it's like he needs to process the new information.
You love him?
He was nothing of what you wished for...
Is he hallucinating?...
"am I going crazy?"
"...no, I said it."
"I see." After almost a minute of thinking he replies "maybe... I can give love another chance. Just for you."
"good. Now let's take you home."
"okay..."
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CAN WE SKIP TO THE GOOD PART. Eunchae x reader
Synopsis â she canât help with the constant teasing and flirting⌠well maybe she will now that chaewon has eyes on her
Warnings .á chaewon is really overprotective they have one short kiss, this is prop not all, Requested
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Eunchae still doesnât know how and why she had gotten closer to you. over the past few weeks.
There was just something about you that pulled her like a magnet, the moment she laid eyes on you in the companyâs building.
She couldnât resist the constant flirting and teasing every time she met you. You were just too cute to not be babied nor teased.
Today was like the usual, lesserafim had been practicing all day, working on routines and all.
Eunchae decided to sneakily leave the practice room with the excuse of âgetting some refreshmentsâ which was obviously a lie. She was on her way to look for you.
She thought of going back, losing hopes. She was having a feeling that you didnât come today. Until she bumped into a smaller figure.
âSo sorâ mmm if it isnât the cutest girl in this buildingâ she said with a small smirk as she helped you up from the floor.
Playfully, you rolled your eyes dusting the dirt away from your clothes. âYou really suck at trying to get me flusteredâ you responded but couldnât hold back a smile that tugged the corner of your lips.
âWhat?? Iâm just telling the truthâ she shrugged innocently leaning against the wall.
âYeah rightâ you said with sarcasm. âJeez, is that why youâve been following me around like a lost puppy?â You pointed out raising an eyebrow at the taller girl.
âOh and what if I just like you?â She asked pushing her body away from the wall, taking small steps towards you.
âYouâre crazyâ you rolled your eyes, playfully pushing her away. Eunchae let out a low chuckle âYeah right. Crazy for youâ. She smirked, leaning down. Of course she wasnât going to get away that easily.
You felt your breath hitch and your heart beating faster the closer her face seemed to get to yours. Was sheâŚ..trying to kiss you.
No idea. You had absolutely no idea what sheâs up to. But something about the way she stares at your lips just draws you closer to her.
Just as the gap between your lips were a mere inches apart a loud gasp was heard from behind.
âWHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING HERE?!â Your body felt stiff after hearing the familiar voice.
Eunchae stepped away from you, like she had been caught red handed. âI-i chaewon u-unnie?â She managed to stutter, averting her gaze everywhere but the angry leader's face. Which probably looked red and on the verge of exploding.
âWhat the hell were you thinking of doing to my sisterâ she spoke through gritted teeth, eyeing the younger girl who, even though was 5cm taller, felt so small under her threatening gaze.
You stood in between them more specifically on eunchaeâs side. Ready to protect her from what your sister could possibly pull next.
Eunchae on the other hand was completely baffled. She blinked multiple times at the new found information. âW-wait sister?!â
Chaewon let out a frustrated sigh. âYes sister. Are you that dumb? Donât you see the resemblance?!â She yelled the last part like it was the most obvious thing on earth.
âAck!! Unnie I swear I didnât know. I never knew! Itâs just I like her soooo much, she gives me butterflies in my tummy!! I couldnât help myself. I promise I wonât ever mess with her again!!â Eunchae pleaded practically kneeling on the ground for chaewon.
âShut up and stop crying!â âŚ.. âbut do you seriously like her?â Chaewon asked. Her expression slowly softened.
âYes!! I really really like her!â Eunchae nodded her head rapidly as she pulled your hands closer but immediately let go as soon as she noticed the scowl on Chaewonâs face.
Your heart felt like it was running a marathon as you glanced over at the eunchae who was being confident and teasing some minutes ago.
Chaewon closed her eyes, processing the girls words with a skeptical look. âYOU!â She opened her eyes pointing at you. âYou like her back huh?â
You came back to reality closing your mouth. âYes, I really really like herâ you answered, nodding your head.
Seeing the skepticism in Chaewonâs eyes eunchae could feel her heart pounding as the pressure only increased. âUnnie I swear Iâll treat her right! Iâll be her forever love, Iâllââ
âShut itâ chaewon held up her index finger to silence the nervous girl.
She sighed finally coming to a conclusion after what seemed like ages. âFine, I'll give you just one chance. And if you hurt her! Iâll make you decrease in heightâ chaewon threatened with a stern warning.
Eunchae gulped feeling intimidated by Chaewonâs facial expressions. âI promiseâ she whispered quietly.
âGood!â Chaewon huffed angrily stomping her foot away but came back to give another warning. âAnd NO kissing okay?!â She peeped her head from the wall, using her index and middle finger to point to her eyes and back at eunchae. A gesture that meant âIâm watching youâ
âY-yes no kissingâ eunchae stuttered.
Eunchae let out a sigh of relief and turned to face you after she heard distant footsteps. âDamn that was hella scaryâ she admitted leaning against the wall again.
You let out a soft chuckle. âWell at least be happy she even agreed. Chaewon Unnie doesnât easily agree to thing,It wouldâve taken agesâ you said acting like it wasnât that much of a big deal and it was something you were used to.
Eunchaeâs eyes widened. âAges?!! I canât wait for agesâŚ..â eunchae spoke in a low tone, placing her hands on your waist as she pulls you closer.
She looked around making sure the coast was clear of an angry pupu before finally closing the gap between your lips, placing a short and soft kiss. âI love you y/nâ she confessed nuzzling her forehead into yours.
âI love you toââ
âHONG EUNCHAE I THOUGHT I SAID NO KISSING?!!!â
âUh ohâ
#lesserafim x reader#lesserafim x you#Lesserafim#Lesserafim eunchae#eunchae x reader#eunchae x reader fluff#eunchae fluff#kpop x reader#fluff
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đ haii for the requests milestone thingy could u do pavitr prabhakar x reader and the prompt âare we ab to kiss rnâ and then the other actually leans in? c: TY IF U CAN âźď¸â¤ď¸đ
âł pairing : pavtir prabhakar x g-neutral reader
âł synopsis : request âĄ
âł authors note : EUEEUEEU this is sosososo cute actually, i love this idea sm. ATSV SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT !!! im not entirely sure if i like this.. bute eeurrueue i tried my best
You and PAVITR had known each other for a while, long enough that he trusts you with his secret of being Spiderman with how close you two were.
Now you were on one of the tallest buildings in Mumbattan, swinging your feet over the ledge as Pavitr sat beside you with his hand unintentionally holding onto yours firmly since there was a small bit of lingering fear at the idea of you falling.
"Jeez, finally.. a break." He sighs in relief, taking off his mask with his free hand as you chuckle. "Isn't being Spiderman supposed to be sooo easy, Pav?" You teased, watching him roll his eyes in amusement. "Well, of course it is. But it certainly is busy, and I really just wanna spend time with you." Pavitr answers honestly, noticing how you seemed to be even just a little surprised and he was very entertained by that idea. You can already see his own little smirk beginning to form.
You clear your throat to hopefully shift the topic. "What made you so burnt-out today then?"
It didn't take long for you to see how his face shifts to a frown, and you knew exactly what he was about to bring up. "Miguel.. he's been so hard on some of us recently, especially the new-comers who he introduced the 'canon events' to." Pavitr runs a hand through his hair, his sigh was a mix of sadness and frustration as he recalls the events that occured earlier in the day. "They just want to save their loved ones.. no one can accept that kind of information and simply allow it to happen, you know?"
You nod along with his statement, unable to even imagine the dread those people must feel, just waiting for the people they care about most to die for their own development.
"But that's a sad topic, and today is supposed to be a nice resting day for the both of us." Pavitr smiles a little to lighten the mood, squeezing your hand softly as you take a deep breath. "Mines not been the best either.."
The smile he tries to hold falters at those words.
"Mom.. she's still very insistent on the arranged marriage." You let out a forced and bitter laugh. "I don't.. I mean, I don't know if I want to marry that person when I'm older. I've met them twice, Pav. And in the future, I have to spend every single loving who is essentially a stranger. Isn't that even a little weird in my parents eyes?"
He hated seeing how hopeless you looked, having no choice in who you want to love is devestating and in some cases lonely. Seeing real couples on the street and wondering what kind of innocent love you're likely missing out on.
Pavitr stands up and your head follows him as he does so, watching his determination-filled face as he pulls you up with ease. "Let's not wallow in sadness, yes? I'd much rather see you smile than frown." His hand makes its way to your cheek, causing you to chuckle softly as you lean into the touch and place your hand over his. "Thanks, Pav."
And without thinking, the next sentence you manage to stupidly utter out is; "Gosh, I wish you were the one I married instead."
You can see the visible surprise in his face when you say that, before you realize what exactly escaped your lips. "W-wait..-"
But it seems like Pavitr seems more affected than you, the hand once placed on your cheek immediately pulled back to cover his mouth and the uncontrollable but flustered smile on his face.
"You want to marry me??"
Instead of a mocking or angry tone, he seems genuinely happy that the person he's had a secret crush on for year or so finally gives some sort of hint that he's more than a friend.
"Do you mean it? Like.. really mean it?"
"I mean, yeah! Anyone would want to marry you.."
There's silence exchanged between the two of you, staring at each other in confusion, disbelief and surprise.
"What? Are we about to kiss right now?"
Pavitr teased to ease his nerves, but imagine how much worse they got when you actually started to lean in. He begins to quietly panic, however in all honesty he wants to do nothing else but kiss you at the moment. What if he never gets the chance to do it again? He couldn't risk that.
He finally presses his lips against yours, albeit very very nervously but a kiss is a kiss and goodness is he into it. Pavitr melts into the intimacy, but is very quick to pull away incase you're uncomfortable.
It seems almost impossible how fast his heart is racing when he watches your eyes flutter open and the realization that you actually kissed Pavitr rushes through your head quickly.
...
"Can we do that again..?"
"Gladly."
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âHe's Got So Much in His Heart, But He Doesn't Know What to Do âĄâ Ëâ BSD Men x GN!Reader ŕŠâŠâ§âË
â°â⤠Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Sigma
Warnings; barely proofread, maybe ooc
Description; BSD Men confessing to you
A/n; I promise I'm working on reqs! I think after I do two more I'm gonna open requests again ^^
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Chuuya Nakaharaâ
⢠Chuuyas palms get sweaty when he does confess to you- you've been a long time port mafia member and have been well acquainted for years, but he still gets all nervous. He asks around for your favorite snacks or chocolates and flowers. If you don't like flowers, he'll replace it with something else, but for the sake of the story, we'll use flowers.
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Chuuya eyed the flowers sitting on his desk from time to time. He has been stirring with his own feelings for too long and decided he would just admit everything to you today- how he felt his face heat up when you praised his work and the way his heart thumped in his chest when you smile at him in the hallways. He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned, contemplating all the outcomes of his situation. You could say you felt the same and agree to go on a date with him, or you could turn him down politely. He didn't think a rude rejection was a possibility from you, even if you're not the nicest person, he just couldn't imagine you being mean to him. Or maybe he just didn't want to imagine it.
He let out one final sigh before standing up from his desk and grabbing the flowers. The bouquet of roses was held together in red cellophane wrap and crinkled in his grasp. It was about time for him to leave for the day, and he knew you got out at the same time and didn't like to hang around, so he hurriedly headed to your office. His hair bounced on one of his shoulder while he walked and his hands sweat nervously under his gloves. He took a deep breath and headed to round a corner, but instead ran face first into you, making the both of you stumble backwards. "Jeez, Chuuya, you're fine, right?" You ask, regaining your balance and scanning over his appearance and seeing the roses. "Oh..! Who are the roses for?" You ask, feeling a little bit of jealousy form in the depths of your chest. It took a while for you to admit to yourself that you liked Chuuya because of your co-worker status, and now that you did you couldn't help but with for a good portion of his attention.
"Uh- yeah, no, I'm fine. You're okay too, that's good. They're, uhm, they're for-" He mutters, trying to stall a little to buy time to get his heart out of his throat. He just sighs and runs a hand through his bangs and holds out the flowers to you. "They're for you." He averts his eyes and visually becomes more red. Your eyes widen. "Chuuya, you don't have to give them to me because I asked, if they're for somebody else then go bring them to that person." You say with a small but slightly bitter laugh, not that he could tell because he was too busy worrying over whether or not this was your form of rejection. "No, they're really for you. They've been for you since I bought 'em." He tells you, holding them out towards you insistently. You feel your heart rate pick up and your breath hitches. "Chuuya.." you whisper his name and it's like music to his ears.
"Y/n, I would really like to take you on a date if you'd let me. I really like you, you're nothing less than enchanting to me." He says dead seriously, shoving the flowers towards you again. You take them and can't help but flash your teeth in a smile. "Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you too. Let me give you my number so you can text me about it, can I just put it in your phone?" You ask, holding out your hand. He nod and fishes his phone out of one of his pockets. He opens the contacts app and creates a new one before giving it to you to add your phone number. You do so with a smile and hand it back to him. You can see him smile while looking down at his phone, and when he looks back up, you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Chuuya, I really appreciate the flowers and your confession. I have to head home and make dinner, so text me, okay?" You grab his hand and give it a quick squeeze. He nods. "Yeah, you got it." The prideful grin on his face doesn't fade as he walks back to his office. He felt like a kid on Christmas after receiving their number one item on the wishlist, and his #1 item happened to be the chance to get to know you better.
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Dazai Osamuâ
⢠Dazai is very confident. He'll let you know when he likes you, and you can tell it's different from his usual flirting.
ŕłââˇ
You work alongside Dazai at the ada and the both of you decided to take half of a day off to wander the city. You didn't really have a specific location in mind and just went wherever your feet took you. You ended up walking into a cafe with Dazai holding the door open for you. "Wow, isn't this nice! You know what else is nice?" He asks you with a smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow. "What else is nice?" He places his hands on his hips while the two of you wait in line. "When you partake in kindness. Kindness such as paying for my food." You scoff. "No." His shoulders slump a little bit he pulls out his wallet and counts up the money he has. He opts to buy himself a muffin and watches you think about which smoothie you want. You decide on strawberry and tell the man at the counter your choice. Dazai asks for a muffin to go along with it and you furrow your eyebrows. "I thought we were paying separate?" He shrugs and sits through his wallet again. "You can pay me back later." A little impressed by the usually out of character gesture, you smile and thank him.
You receive your smoothie and he gets his muffin, walking out of the cafe together. His mind fills with thoughts of holding your hand while walking down the street together and he hums at the meer idea of it. It would feel so right. "Where should we go now?" You ask, sipping on your drink. "In this instance, I'd say anywhere we could find a beautiful woman to end my life with, but who needs some random woman when I have you?" He says, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. Your cheeks heat up and you playfully swat at his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?" You say, a smile creeping into your face as well.
"Oh, nothing bad." He says. "I always want to die, but I wouldn't mind living in the moment with you right now." He says, looking straight ahead. "You know I like you, right?" He asks, turning his head towards you to see your stunned face. You stammer over your words but quickly blurt out an answer. "I-I mean, I had my suspicions but...I didn't wanna pin anything on you." You averted your eyes. You had been too wrapped up in your own feelings for him and subsiding them to realize that they were reciprocated this whole time. "You didn't." He says, his tone teasing and knowing. You roll your eyes. "I didn't have time to think about it." You say, grabbing his free hand in yours. "But I like you, too." He smiled and leaned over to bump his forehead against yours. "Good." You let out a breathy laugh and squeeze his hand before leaning your head on his shoulder. "Yeah..very good."
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Sigmaâ
⢠Sigma doesn't know how to deal with his feelings towards you. He knows it's more than friendship, but he's scared to lable it as romantic love.
ŕłââˇ
Sigma was one of your closest friends, and one night you were able to tear him away from his work to hang out. You were in the middle of braiding his hair and sharing random stories in your life, specifically one about an elementary school crush, when he got quiet. Your fingers paused their movements and rested on his shoulders instead. "You alright? You got all silent all of a sudden." You ask him, rubbing circles into his shoulder with your thumb. "Yeah. Uh, when you were younger, how did you know if you liked someone? Especially so young. It feels so complex." You hum in thought and return to braiding. "Well, it's real rare that you find true love so young. Even in highschool, if you stay together with someone past graduation it's pretty impressive. But I don't think there's one set way of knowing...you could say there's a lot of things that factor into it. Like wanting to be around someone more, giving your all for them, things like that." You say, pulling some hair from the top layer back.
He nods in understanding. "Oh. That makes sense." You hum in the affirmative and tie the braid together with a hair tie and crawl to face his front. "Or like...your heart might speed up, your body might heat up, stuff like that. Sweaty palms, etcetera, etcetera." You say with a smile, sitting cross legged. He stares into your eyes, his eyes full of color and his lips are drawn into a tight line. "My- uhm, my heart is definetly speeding up." He stammers, his hands holding onto his ankles. You raise an eyebrow and examine his appearance; he was blushing. "Are you thinking about someone in particular?" You ask, feeling your heart pick up. You couldn't help but hope that his next response would be your name. "Yeah." Was all that he whispered as he switched from sitting costs legged to on his knees. "Is it weird when people confess to you? You must get confessions a lot, don't you?" He asks, his fingers anxiously rubbing the fabric of his pajama pants- the pajama pants that matched yours.
You leaned back on your arms. "Not particularly, but no, I don't think it's weird at all." You tell him. "So can I?" Your heart drops, even though you felt like the previous conversation was foreshadowing his confession. You nod and sit up, your full attention on the pale man. "Okay. I want to be in a relationship with you. I've never been in one before, so you'll have to bare with me, but I want nothing more than to be with you if you'll let me. You make me feel...at home." He says, his body closer to yours now as he hesitantly grabs your hand. Your heart felt touched and held in his hand because of his honest and sincere words and for a moment, you thought you were dreaming. You squeezed his hand caressed his knuckles your thumb. "You make me feel the same way..wow, you're gonna make me overheat.." You say, averting your eyes. He worriedly let's go of your hand and backs up.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fluster you." He says, a small frown on his face. You chuckle and take his hand back. "Don't worry about it, it's fine." You reassure him, interlocking your fingers with his and bringing his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles. He does the same to your knuckles, gazing up at you through his light colored eyelashes. Once his lips parted from your skin, he stared at the glistening skin. "This is all so new, but I want to get used to it for you." He says. You giddily smile and reach out to cup his cheek and push some hair behind his ear. "Me too, Sigma."
A/n; hi guys so basically I think I'm gonna do a q&a and try to get to know y'all a little more and make some writer friends because I wanna get more in touch with the writing community ^^
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