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REQUEST NUMBER TWO!! trying to put these out at lightning speed so yo girl can get an adequate amount of sleep 🙏
i request reader bringing a sea bunny (love those little guys) as an offering to sebastian because reader once again has no data LMAO
- with love, diamond anon 🫶🫶


𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘
summary : in desperate need for supplies, you stop by sebastians shop in hope he'll have what you need. the only issue? you don't have any data, only a seabunny.
tags : nothings.
note : this is one out of the amazing three requests i was given for sebastian, and i am making it my PRIORITY to have all of these done by tomorrow night, so we're starting on this one ! it's kind of short, but enjoy !
there was good news and bad news.
the good news? you were currently in front of the vent that would allow you to enter sebastian's shop, and that meant you could get the supplies you needed.
the bad news? you had no data. you questioned yourself how it was possible, but then you realized that you hadn't really been focused on grabbing files. at first, it was due to you trying to run for your life due to the amount of times angler decided to pop up.
but then it was because you found this seabunny, and with how cute it was, it was impossible to focus on getting files.
you held the seabunny in one of your hands while your backpack was in the other, and you eyed the creature before letting out a sigh. "lets hope your cuteness works on him..."
the seabunny only kicked its tiny legs as you gently placed it inside your bag, and you zipped it up before crouching at the entrance of the vent.
you placed the backpack inside the vent as you pushed it forward, and you crawled inside while you continued to push the backpack.
your gear banged against the metal vent until you pushed your backpack onto the ground of sebastian's shop, and you could hear shifting from inside the room as you crawled out.
you dusted yourself off before picking up the backpack, and you lifted your head to meet sebastian's gaze.
"need to stock up?" he questioned while he crossed his arms, and he tilted his head at you. "let me guess, batteries?"
"everything, actually," you replied as you walked a bit closer to him, and you set the backpack down on the floor while sebastian stared down at you. his fins slightly twitched as he hummed. "everything? don't tell me you've already managed to waste all of your supplies..."
he clasped his hands together while a grin formed on his face. "luckily for you, i have it all, and everything's yours as long as you have the data for it..."
"about that..." you let out a fairly forced chuckle, and his grin slightly faltered while he stared at you in confusion. "i don't have any data."
sebastian stared at you for a second before blinking a few times, and he let out a scoff. "you don't have any data?"
you could tell he believed you were just joking with him, but as soon as you went silent and only peered at him with a serious expression, it seemed to click that you weren't joking.
"how do you have no data!?" his tone was filled with disbelief, and he narrowed his eyes. "are you lying to me? you have a bad habit of doing that..."
you bent your knees a bit as you reached down to grab your backpack, and you picked it up before holding it out to him.
one of his claws slid into the little handle on the top of your bag, and he slowly lifted it to his face as he undid the zipper. you stood there with your arms crossed while you looked around his shop, but once you heard the bag rustling, you turned your attention back towards sebastian.
who now held your seabunny.
"what. is. this?" he questioned as he squinted at the seabunny, and the creature barely fit in the palm of his hand while it slightly squirmed. light noises rang from it while sebastian tossed your bag, and it went behind you while you frowned. "could you not throw my stuff?"
"could you actually do your job? correctly, i mean." his remark only made you scoff as you turned around to go grab your bag, and sebastian only continued to talk. "you've been through about fifty doors, and this is all you have?"
you picked up your bag before turning around, and you furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance as you faced him.
the seabunny was lifted up so you could see it, and the light from sebastian's illicium lit up the creature a bit so you could note how if slowly relaxed in his grasp.
"it seems to like you." your words made him pause for a moment before he slowly nodded, "right, right—why don't i just give you my whole shop because this thing likes me?"
his words were laced with sarcasm, and you frowned. "listen, you're a lonely person! you need a companion!"
"way to put it lightly, kid."
despite his words, he never denied your statement. he did appear to be lonely, for you really only saw him alone in his shop.
you watched as he seemingly debated your words, and after a moment, he gestured to his tail with his free hand.
"i'll give you a medkit, but only because you look a mess..."
despite his insult, you only gifted him a smile. "i'll take it, sebby."
"call me that again and i'll change it to a dweller chunk."
you hastily walked over to his tail before taking off the medkit, and you gave sebastian a quick wave as you headed over towards the vent before he could change his mind. "THANK YOU, SEBASTIAN!"
"goodbye," he spoke as he waved back at you. once he heard your gear bang against the vent for a second before it fell silent, he knew that you had officially left.
now, it was just him and the seabunny.
he stared at the creature before slightly lifting it up, "yay..." his words were whispered as the seabunny was moved back to its original position, and then sebastian lifted it up again. "yippie..."
he liked this thing more than he was willing to admit.
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THE DEVIL WEARS UNIFORM. (TEASER)
SYNOPSIS: With the annual Winter Gala just around the corner, it's a must for students to bring a plus one for the event. It's also the chance for heirs, influencers and future CEOS to make headlines and names for themselves. When a scandaulous rumor erupts, involving Riki's involvement (possibly him being involved with a rival school’s heiress), his image and the Dance Club's sponsorship, is at risk. The Student Council threatens to pull funding unless he clears his name. To save himself, Riki approached you with an outrageous deal: "Pretend to be my girlfriend. We hate one another, right? So this'll be easy." You agreed nonetheless, due to personal reasons. However, things didn't go as planned and you're starting to realise this might be a bad idea. Or was it?
CONTENT: rich kids x fake dating au, college au, dancer! 西村力 x fem! reader, enemies to lovers, reader has family and personal issues, angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, misconceptions of one another, lots of plot, happy ending, will add more when fic is finished.
NOTE: ngl, i didn't planned on doing a teaser but after asking some moots, i decided to do it because uh, this fic is gonna be over 10k wc! i swear im working on the jake fic guys... i swear.. anyways, send an ask off-anon or comment here to be added when the full fic is out, xoxo. don't let the teaser fool you, this fic WILL have a happy ending, trust.

It’s a well-known fact that you and Nishimura Riki are enemies. The moment you’re placed in the same room, breathing in the same air is when all hell breaks loose. Snarky remarks are ruthlessly exchanged between the two of you while you bare your teeth at one another. You’re the President of the Student Council, a role-model to the school body and in the teachers’ eyes, you are the best student they ever had. You have everything—the looks, the grades and the talent in what you do.
Nishimura Ni-Ki, on the other hand, is the leader of the dance club. Ever since he joined, he had made names for Decelis Academy, bringing home countless trophies, way more than what could fit on the shelves for display purposes. He’s the total opposite of you—a troublemaker, known to cause trouble, leaving them behind in his trail. He’s reckless and annoyingly smug. Not to mention, he’s popular with the girls too.
With the annual Winter Gala happening at the end of the current semester, students are required to bring a plus one to the gala. It’s a place for everyone to showcase what they are made of, to secure a spot in the corporate industry. To you, the gala is a stage for you to secure your dream career of being a lawyer.
While you were busy running back and forth, juggling between your duties and studies, you didn’t expect for Riki to approach you out of nowhere. It happened when you were packing up for the day, ready to leave when the boy entered the council room. Unlike his signature charismatic, arrogant demeanor, he was nervous. Riki nervously fidgeted with his fingers. This was your first time seeing him acting like this, a huge difference to how he usually carries himself.
“Riki? What brings you here?” You asked, curious.
He raised his head, an unreadable expression on his face. “I need you to be my girlfriend. Fake girlfriend.”
Silence.
“What?” You gaped at him, dumbfounded.
Riki ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking stressed and more importantly: uncertain. “Look, you know about the rumor between me and Hana. There’s a chance the sponsorship for the Dance Club might be revoked and I don’t want that to happen.”
At this point, he was getting desperate. You crossed your arms, eyes focused on him. “And? How does this link to me being your fake girlfriend?”
Rki scratched the back of his neck. “It helps by getting her off my back and… you get to stop the rumors that you’re too cold to date anyone.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
He winced. “Look, people love to gossip about you and me. If we date, it’s a win-win situation. You get to prove that you're not some emotionless council robot, and I get to fix my image before the sponsors pull out.”
You stared at him, stunned. “So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to be your fake girlfriend to clean up your mess and patch my reputation at the same time?”
Riki hesitated before nodding. “Basically… yes.”
The silence stretched.
Riki’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “You hate me, right? So, you’re not gonna fall for me. And I definitely won’t fall for you. That makes us perfect for this.”
You wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. You wanted to mock him, taunt him about how he had shoved his pride aside to beg you for help. But the longer you looked at him, the more you could see a boy, desperate for your help. He wasn’t the annoying, smug and loud Riki anymore.
You purse your lips. “...Fine, we’ll do this fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.”
Riki’s face lit up like a light bulb, flashing you a boyish grin. A grin that suits him shockingly well. Well enough to make your heart flutter. “Great! Looking forward to working with you, girlfriend.”
You can only pray that this will go well. Or else, you might lose everything.
~
“You want to what?” Riki asked in disbelief, unable to believe what he just heard.
You didn’t turn to face him. Not yet anyways. You didn’t have the courage to do so. You faced the front, choosing to stare at a random spot of the view spread out before you. A gentle gust of wind blew past your face, caressing your cheeks in a light, fleeting kiss. The moment would’ve been romantic if you didn’t break it with your words.
“I want to break up, Riki.”
“I heard you the first time, but why? Why so sudden? We were doing well and the gala’s next Monday. You can’t enter without a date,” he replied, frustration lacing his words.
You snapped.
Spinning around at lightning speed, you fully faced him. Riki paused, faltering at how wrecked you looked. Your eyes were swollen, red and tears brimmed in them. Some tear droplets trickled down your face. Your fists were tightly clenched, arms trembling with barely held back self-restraint. You harshly bit down on your bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to inflict pain but hard enough to ground yourself.
“Because this is starting to feel real to me! The way you treated me, the way you looked at me, like you actually love me, is scaring me!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking mid-sentence.
Silence.
Riki couldn’t speak. He chose to stare at you, eyes wide and jaw slackened. “(Name), I—”
“Stop, I don’t want to listen to your excuses anymore. I told myself this was just an act from the beginning, for me to protect my reputation. The reputation that I worked blood, sweat and tears off to get to where I am. But you… you made it impossible.”
He attempted to take a step closer but you stepped back. Your action made his heart tightened, as if he was stabbed right in his chest. He curled his hands into fists.
“So that’s it? You’re just gonna walk away? After everything we’ve been through?”
You steadily met his gaze. “I have to. Because if I stay, I’m afraid I’ll fall deeper. And I can’t afford that. Not when I’m the only one feeling this way.”
The living room felt like a vacuum, void of any sound. The only noticeable sounds were your heavy breathing and sniffling.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, robotically grabbing your bag on the way out as you headed to the door, slipping on your shoes.
Riki didn’t chase you. He didn’t call your name or move an inch. He merely stood there, feet rooted to the ground, watching as you stepped out of his sight—his life. As he watched you vanish, he couldn’t help but wonder if letting you go was his biggest mistake.

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through the frays of a faulty wire - prologue. eddie x volt
⋆syn: Through Eddie's pain, something - someone - sparks into existence. Exploring how Volt comes to be, and how they navigate their first year of shared existence, together and apart. e/v masterlist. chapter 1/5.
⋆wc: 1.8k
⋆cw: m/m. contains references to drug and alcohol abuse, suicidal ideation, and depression. no explicit sexual content in this part.
⋆notes: This is a small, concentrated series of how Volt came to be, and how they navigate around and with each other over the first year of Volt's existence, taking place years prior to the start of the game. This can be read as a prequel to the Eddie and Volt that exist within the Power Dynamics series also by me, but is mainly just the two of them as we still know in canon. But a lot of how they interact, and their history, is also referenced in PD. One of PD's parts will also join this series once it's finished as a sort of epilogue.
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He finds the man’s white eyes, finally studying him and replacing the anger with curiosity. He allows himself to feel the charge of the air that hangs between them, and again, he’s hit with a feeling of familiarity. He follows that thread as he searches this strange face, the realization surging over him like a wave.
“You,” he manages out, and white eyes watch him, rapt and waiting, “you’re… you’re my current, aren’t you?”
prologue
This has to work.
It has to. Because Eddie had tried, fucks sake had he tried, drowning this pain, this internal torture, with alcohol. Tried pills he knew Fayra kept hidden away - he’d cut the power in the bathroom, and snuck in while she and Johnny had tried to find whatever was wrong. Tried simply waiting it out, laying on the floor of the grid room for hours, through the night, letting his charge deplete and drain, but it just wouldn’t.
It felt like he was bursting, burning, like the wires inside him were being slowly stripped, being forced to hold and distribute charges too powerful for them to handle. Like whatever power he tried to circulate where needed throughout the house, somehow found its way back into his body, doubled in strength.
And he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
He knew the house needed him. Knew they weren’t oblivious to the surges, the fluctuations, that he had been trying so desperately to control or prevent, to no avail. Knew the toll it was taking on those that relied on him most - all the appliances, Lux, Hector. Knew they all counted on him to keep them charged, running - alive.
But he couldn’t even be certain just how much longer he could ensure that for himself.
That was why this has to work, he thinks, ripping open the door of the grid system. If he could pour everything he had into the circuits, overload the system and force a reset, then maybe -
Maybe something would finally give. He’d tried, one of the first things so many months ago, resetting it normally, a few times, and while the relief did come for a few days after, the pain would return soon after, more splitting than before. But he thought, if it could force it to trip, maybe something new could start circulating, and he could finally, finally be rid of this pain.
Eddie studies the breakers, knows the maps of the wires behind it - they are part of him, after all - knows their inconsistencies and their kinks and their power. And it kills him that he can’t see what’s wrong, what he’s somehow missing, that’s causing this… dysfunction, this breakdown, that frayed him so.
He takes a deep breath, tries to steady his hands as he places them to the metal. He closes his eyes, and finds the thrum of his power inside of him, and channels it through his chest, down his arms, to his palms, sparks starting to fly from his fingers.
And forces it out.
It burns, it rips from him like the scream that comes from his throat. The current makes his arms shake and tremble, almost like his body is incapable of circulating the magnitude of what courses inside him - which is why he needs it gone. Even if it split him beyond repair, fried him from the inside out, at least he’d be free of it.
His body aches, and his throat is raw, but he can feel it, emptying out of his circuits and into the panel, and he knows he just has to push a little more, and then -
Then, all he sees is white.
It blinds him, overtakes his mind, and shocks his hands with a burn. He stumbles back, his body no longer strong enough to hold itself up, and he falls, weightless, to the ground, white light surrounding his senses before the unconscious dark falls over him.
It could be moments, could be hours, or even days later, he thinks, when he comes back to his senses. His body is aching, exhausted, and he can’t quite find the strength to open his eyes. But still, he notices, as the fog starts to clear, a… relief. That somehow, he’s lighter, his chest not struggling so much to keep a deep breath, and his mind - it’s like a storm has finally broken.
It must’ve worked. Eddie’s never felt like this before or after a reset, or even an outage. He tries, slowly, to find feeling in his fingers, give them a little curl, and with one more deep inhale, he opens his eyes.
Only to be blinded once again by a white, shining light.
He squeezes them shut again, forces his hand up to his face to rub his fingers over his eye lids, trying to reset himself, before trying one more time.
But still, when he opens his eyes, he sees white.
He blinks, focusing his vision and willing this haze away, but then it all starts to get clearer, less foggy.
It’s eyes.
He blinks again, because yes, it’s eyes, white and shining like a thousand watts, staring at him from only inches above his face.
His body jerks back, pushing himself up and back against the wall, faster than he would have expected to be able to. He pushes his current into his hands, needing some protective bolts to appear at his fingers - but they don’t come. He must really be drained.
But he’ll have to deal with that later. Because now, with this shot of adrenaline coursing through him, and his vision finally clear, he’s able to see what sits before him.
It’s… a man.
The white eyes sit on perhaps the most beautiful face Eddie has ever seen, but the glow radiating from them pales in comparison to the light given off by the being’s mess of white hair, bolts of electricity that remind Eddie of what’s missing from his fingers. The man is crouched to the floor, hugging his knees, but he already knows how big, how wide he is, with shoulders that connect to strong, long arms. And his skin -
It’s like it’s covered in lightning. Light blue, luminous streaks covering the expanse of his arms, his chest, his neck - even more, he guesses, but when Eddie realizes he’s naked, he halts his gaze. He can feel the buzz that emanates from him, like a pull, and it’s so strong, powerful - familiar.
“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie’s voice is hoarse, his throat raw, but his tone leaves no room for misinterpretation - he is demanding an answer.
The man blinks, cocks his head at the smallest angle. His hair crackles and pops as he moves. But he doesn’t speak.
Eddie tries again to summon his bolts, and still, they don’t come. So he steels his voice, tries again. “Yeah, you, how the fuck did you get in here? Who are you?”
Another blink, and dark, jagged brows come to meet at the center of his forehead. His hands come to rest on the floor, balancing his frame as he rests on the balls of his feet. His lips fall open, a deep exhale falling from them. “Eddie,” he finally says, so softly, and his voice sends a shock wave to Eddie’s gut. “Eddie.”
“Yeah I know who the fuck I am,” Eddie says, angrily, and he stands, needing some sort of advantage over this - this thing, if he can’t manage to make his sparks. He presses himself against the wall, and the man’s white eyes follow every inch that he moves. “You. You. Tell me who you fucking are. Now.”
But the man stands too, and Eddie realizes he’s most certainly still at a disadvantage - he’s taller, not to mention wider, and the muscles on his arms far outweigh Eddie’s. But the blue streaks that covered him are fading, dimming into white to match his skin. When he speaks again, Eddie can see him testing the words, how his tongue forms the sounds. “You’re… Eddie.”
“I’m not playing around. I - I can hurt you.” Eddie’s not sure if that’s true right now, but he didn’t need to know that. “So for fucks sake, answer me!”
The man gives a soft shake of his head, one of his hands coming to rest at the center of his chest, and the lightning marks on his chest are blue again where it lands. “I’m…” he shakes his head again, makes a fist with the hand. “I, don’t know.”
What the fuck. “Well, you fucking got in here somehow, didn’t you? So where did you come from, huh?” Eddie looks around the room for the first time since waking, looking for signs of intrusion, or hell, to make sure he was even still in the Breaker Box. But nothing seems amiss, nothing except the scorch marks that now adorn the walls around the grid controls. He looks back at the man, trying to control his breathing. “Are you - what are you, fucking lightning? Did you strike the house? Is that why I passed out?”
The man shakes his head more fervently this time. “No. Not… I’m…” he’s struggling, Eddie sees it, to make the words he wants to. He purses his lips, and pulls his hand away from his chest, bringing it palm up in front of him, and Eddie presses himself even further back into the wall. He’s about to say something again, but then, from the man’s hand, come white hot bolts of static, sparks and volts that dance around his fingers and circle his wrist, and Eddie stares with wide, shocked eyes.
Those sparks, those… those were Eddie’s bolts. The ones he was missing, that always came when he called them, that he could snap on or off with a whim. But here they were, no longer in his control, in this thing’s, this stranger’s hand, like they were part of his very nature.
But the bolts were a small part of a large picture, just one concentration of how Eddie’s power over his current manifested when he wanted it to. And if this man could create them -
Eddie wills his breathing to slow, and quickly takes stock his the sensations inside his body, looking for the central circuit that controls how he regulates his power - maybe, if he found that, he could assess how to recharge it, get it back under control -
But he can’t. It’s… gone. Not just the sparks of the current, but all of it - the harsh buzz of his electricity that flowed through his veins, his wires, for every day of his existence. He… he can’t feel it anymore. Can’t summon it, can’t control it, can’t… find it.
It should crush him, the weight of this revelation, the loss of something so intrinsic to him. And yet, he feels lighter than he ever remembers feeling.
He finds the man’s white eyes, finally studying him and replacing the anger with curiosity. He allows himself to feel the charge of the air that hangs between them, and again, he’s hit with a feeling of familiarity. He follows that thread as he searches this strange face, the realization surging over him like a wave.
“You,” he manages out, and white eyes watch him, rapt and waiting, “you’re… you’re my current, aren’t you?”
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Cross Your Mind



·˚ ༘ pairing - natalie scatorccio!fem reader
·˚ ༘ summary - nat has been crushing on reader, yet unfortunately, reader is in a relationship. what happens when nat finally gets the chance to confess her true feelings to reader when she runs into her while it’s pouring down raining?

if someone had told nat she’d be running into you on a rainy day out, tears falling from your eyes, hoodie tugged over your head with nothing but your phone in hand-
she wouldn’t have believed it.
———
you and natalie were close friends. you had met one another through mutuals, lottie and shauna, allowing you both to grow a bond of your own.
it’s been a year since you guys had met and natalie couldn’t help but develop a crush on you. i mean what was there not to like? she thought you were beautiful, funny, smart, etc.
she didn’t think anything could get in her way of asking you out or at least telling you about her feelings, thinking you may feel the same since you both flirted with one another.
however, she found out the flirting from your end was platonic once you revealed you in fact had a girlfriend.
a girlfriend who nat would never grow to like. never grow to appreciate. ‘she doesn’t deserve you’ nat would tell herself during late nights in her room.
she knew your girlfriend was an asshole, nat picked up on the way she treated you while in public. whenever you’d try to hug your girlfriend or do anything romantically, she’d pull away, scoffing in your face telling you to tame yourself.
it made natalie furious and would only boost her ego, knowing she could make you happier than your supposed lover.
———
“y/n?” natalie shouted from across the street, squinting to see if it really was you, hard to tell from the pouring down rain.
she was just leaving the smoke shop, deciding to walk since her apartment was only down the street, not knowing it’d be pouring down by the time she left.
your head snapped towards her direction, embarrassment creeping up on your cheeks, not wanting her to see you this way.
drenched in rain, mascara running from your eyes, hair damp. you looked awful. you quickly tried walking away, refusing to look any longer at the blonde.
“shit- y/n, wait up!” natalie quickly looked both ways before running across the street, reaching out for your arm to steady you. “could you slow down and face me, almost like you’re running away-“
“what do y’want natalie?” you said aggressively, yet soft, voice cracking with every word flowing out your mouth.
nat furrowed her brows, finally taking in your current state. “fuck, you alright? why are you out here in the rain crying?” she asked and once you didn’t respond she decided to ask-
“where’s your-“ “don’t.” you cut her off. your eyes welling up with even more tears.
“y/n what happened? what’s wrong?” nat was genuinely concerned and you could tell. her eyes softening at the sight of you out here by yourself in the rain.
“she… s-she cheated on me, nat. she fucking cheated on me.” after you said those words, you finally let all your tears loose, allowing yourself to sob freely.
natalie always hoped you and your girlfriend would break up, but never like this. not when it was you getting hurt.
“are you fucking serious? im gonna kill-“ “stop, she isn’t worth it. fucking bitch had another girl in our bed… god- can you even believe that?” you scoffed out, the memory of you walking in on them flooding your mind once more.
natalie looked around, the street was getting emptier, gloomier. the rain taking over. before she could suggest moving somewhere else, you started to talk more,
“you wanna know something? i knew she didn’t really love me… i don’t even think i loved her honestly. she was so mean and never wanted any of my affection… it was always ‘slow down’, ‘you can’t wait till another time?’, ‘why are you so clingy?’ she quite literally never appreciated me or anything i’ve ever done for her.”
you spoke.
nat could tell you were hurt.
“i’m not even upset that we’re broken up… just upset that it took this long for me to finally fucking leave her. i deserve way better than that.”
“you’re damn right you do.” nats’ response caused you to turn your head towards her, looking deep into her eyes.
“you think so?” you asked.
“i know you do. you’re honestly the most… beautiful woman i’ve ever met. your personality is one to die for. you’re smart as hell, loving, and so fucking genuine you don’t even know it. you deserve someone that’ll take care of you, treat you like the princess you are.”
“not someone who’s gonna walk over you, treating you like you’re just a placeholder for someone better, because truth is, there is no one better, anyone would be lucky to have you. i know i would.”
your eyes held genuine fondness for natalie. you didn’t know if she was saying this as a friend or someone who has been waiting for this moment.
“natalie.. what are you saying?”
“i’m saying… fuck- i’m saying i love you, y/n. and i have for a very long time. since the first time i seen you at lottie’s party, you were the one for me. i wanted you to know how i felt but i found out you were already with someone and even though i knew she wouldn’t be the one for you, i wanted you to be happy.”
you scoffed, “happy huh? guess we know how i truly felt now…” you teased, nats confession registering slowly. “do you mean it?” you asked, “do you mean everything you just said to me?”
the blonde smiled fondly, her hands reaching out for yours. “you cross my mind every day, y/n. there’s not a moment that goes by without you lingering in the back of my head.” she spoke genuinely.
by now, the rain was getting heavier, both your clothes sticking to your bodies, yet neither of you cared.
you stared into nats eyes, searching for something- something that would tell you that she was making this up, that she would do you just like your ex did, yet you couldn’t find it.
you couldn’t find it because this was real. what natalie was telling you was true.
“y/n i-“ before she could continue, you cut her off with your lips pressing against hers. your heavy arms wrapping around her neck, hers slowly finding its way to your waist.
the kiss was tender and slow. something that sent sparks flying through your body. at this moment, you felt as if the world had come to a halt, the rain had stopped mid air, nothing but ‘natalie’ on your mind,
was this what you were missing out on? was nat really right in front of you the whole time and you just couldn’t see it?
you were angry at yourself for being so blinded by a liars empty promises and silently vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t fall for that again.
not with nat you wouldn’t.
once you both pulled away from each others embrace, you rested your forehead on nats soaked shoulder.
so many thoughts were racing through your head, but one stood out the most.
“i think…” you started, lifting your head up to look into the girls eyes. “i think i wanna try. i think i want to try whatever this could be. slowly, i think we can make something happen.” you said softly, not wanting to jump right into another relationship, wanting time for yourself and time to get to know nat on a deeper connection.
she couldn’t help but smile big, her cheeks getting red at your words. “yea? i’d absolutely love that.” she spoke, leaning in to embrace you in a tight hug.
“i’ll take this as slow as you need it to be. i’ll always be here for you.”
you didn’t know what the future had in store for the both of you but you couldn’t wait to find out.

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YOU'LL GET SICK ୨ৎ matthew sturniolo

in which. . .you're matt's favorite medicine➜inspired by the we had covid :( vlog!
warnings: smut, sub!matt, brat!matt, p in v, cowgirl, sex while sick (guys this is fiction), fluff!!
wc: 1.6k
*originally posted on bratzforchris in spring 2024*
you sighed as you stirred the pot of chicken noodle soup that was currently simmering on the stove. both matt and nick were home sick with COVID, and by extension, so were you and chris. despite knowing that you should be making matt quarantine, you hadn’t done very well with being apart from your boyfriend. not only did your heart long to care for him, but matt was a bit…whiny when he was sick. you found it rather endearing, the way he would whine and grab for things, and the way he would absolutely beg you to lay with him and cuddle him until he felt better. he claimed that the snuggles and you scratching his scalp softly with your nails was better than any amount of dayquil.
just because matt was your boyfriend wouldn’t stop you from caring for the other two triplets, though. you quickly turned off the stove and divided the soup into three bowls, placing them on a tray and starting the trek throughout the house to deliver the food like the boy's personal door-dasher. your first stop was chris’ room in the basement. you felt rather bad for the youngest triplet; he had never liked sleeping or even being alone, and now he was basically holed up in his room all by himself for days.
“knock knock!” you said cheerfully, announcing your arrival at his bedroom door.
chris opened his door a few moments later, looking bleary-eyed with messy hair. “hello?”
“i brought soup!” you explained happily.
“i’m not the sick one,” chris grumbled. “but thank you.”
you and Chris continued to chat for a few moments, with you making sure you kept your distance since you had been around matt, before you spoke. “well, i guess i should go finish playing doordash and make sure the toddler is alright.”
“the toddler?”
“someone's whiny when he’s sick.” you snorted.
chris laughed as well, knowing exactly who you were referencing. after bidding the youngest triplet goodbye, you picked up your tray and headed to nick’s room. seeing as how the oldest was still contagious, you shot him a quick text to let him know that his food was outside. finally, you made your way to your and matt’s shared room with one bowl of soup left. pushing open the door, you were met with a sight that you were not expecting at all. matt was on the ground doing push ups, still in pajamas and vlogging the whole thing.
“matt!” you exclaimed, setting his bowl down on his desk. “what are you doing? you’re supposed to be resting.”
“i’m bored,” your boy whined, sitting up and leaning against the wall. “and i need physical activity.”
“baby, you’re sick. you need to be resting.” you said, rolling your eyes playfully and offering him your hand to stand up.
“i took less than 100 steps yesterday. that’s sickening–” matt groaned, being cut off by a barking cough as you helped him lay down once more.
you pulled your boyfriend into your chest as you laid down beside him, running your nails through his fluffy, brown hair. matt let out a content little sigh, curling into your chest and sniffling. he was still feverish, but he was already doing loads better than he had been yesterday. at this point, he was mostly just bored and eager to do something other than watch movies, play fortnite, and sleep, despite his pounding headache.
you looked down at the boy resting on your chest as matt snuck his hand between your thighs. “what are you doing?” you asked, raising a brow.
“nothing,” matt said with faux innocence, blinking his glassy, blue eyes at you. “jus’ getting comfy.”
“you need your hand between my thighs to be comfortable?”
“mhm.”
you rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to the brunette’s head. “you know you’re not a good liar, sweetheart.”
matt groaned softly, scooting his hips closer to your own as he began to rub soft circles over the fabric that covered your pussy. “‘m bored and i need that physical activity i mentioned earlier.”
“you’re also sick. when was the last time you brushed your teeth and showered?”
matt huffed cutely, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed. “you’re being mean.”
before he could speak again, you turned and pressed a kiss to matt’s plump, pink lips. the boy moaned softly into the kiss, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth, making out with him as you moved yourself to straddle his waist.
“you’re gonna get sick.” matt whined softly, making no move to push you off.
“i don’t care.” you replied in a cliché manner, a dopey smile on your face as you pulled back to look at him.
matt let out a soft grunt, rutting his hips up to meet your own. “i need you,” he whimpered, already arching his back against the pillows even though you hadn’t really done anything. “gonna make me feel better.”
“you’re so whiny when you’re sick.” you tsked, running your hands along the soft skin of his abdomen to pull his white pajama shirt up and over his head.
“i am not.” he sniffled, voice gravelly from the congestion.
“are so.” you hummed back teasingly, leaving soft kisses on his warm tummy.
you could feel matt’s cock hardening beneath you, making him blush and whine as he tugged at your leggings. you pressed soft kisses to his chest and stomach as you tugged his pajama bottoms off, smirking at the way he was already hard for you, pink tip glistening with precum. matt moaned softly as he blushed harder, letting out little coughs and sniffles as he futilely attempted to cover himself.
“ah ah,” you purred, batting his hands away. “what happened to all that ‘i need physical activity’ from earlier?” you said, pulling off your shirt and bra.
“you’re a bully.” matt grumbled, hissing from the combination of the way you began to stroke his cock and the sight of your now-bare tits bouncing in his face as you got yourself worked up on his thigh.
you broke the connection for a moment to slide off your leggings and already soaked panties. you continued to palm your boyfriend's cock, leaving him whimpering and moaning as you reached into the nightstand and retrieved a condom.
“are you sure you feel okay? we don’t have to.” you assured matt, brushing some of the messy hair off of his forehead as he sneezed.
“i want to. it’ll make me feel better.” matt pouted, thrusting his dick into your hand, desperate to chase his orgasm.
“so needy.” you shook your head with a laugh, ripping open the condom and replacing your hand with the rubber on his throbbing cock.
your boyfriend hissed as you slid onto him, the feeling of your cunt clenching against him making him whimper. you began to ride Matt slowly, allowing his aching, feverish joints to get used to the feeling of you being on top. it was clear that illness or not, he was beyond needy. matt loved the feeling of you being in charge, telling him what to do and calling him a pretty boy. he was, by definition, your pillow prince, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“i thought this was supposed to be physical activity for you.” you panted with a small giggle as you began to speed up your rhythm.
matt had a lazy, sleepy smile on his face as you rode him, every now and then letting out little whimpers and moans. “my heart rate elevates every time i look at you.” he smiled cheesily and then hissed when you hit a particularly good angle, brown, feathery curls fanning out against the silken pillow cases as he arched his back.
your lower stomach began to clench with the need to orgasm at your boyfriend's sensual noises. the added gravel to his voice from the sickness was just turning you on more, making you grip matt’s shoulders shakily.
“i’m…gonna cum.” you groaned, your pussy clenching as matt whimpered again.
matt nodded, letting out loud, sexual noises as you rode him harder than you had previously. “want you to cum with me.” he pouted, looking up at you through his lashes.
you two really didn’t have a chance to say anything else as both of your climaxes overtook you. in spite of his incredibly sore throat, Matt was practically screaming your name as your orgasm clenched against his dick, making him fill the condom quickly. by the time you had regained your senses, your boyfriend had softened inside of you. you slid off of matt easily, helping him pull the condom off and dispose of it in the trash can beside the bed.
“was that enough physical activity for you?” you asked with a sly chuckle, kissing his cheek softly.
matt nodded sleepily, coughing into his arm roughly. “i feel so much better now.” he said with a watery grin.
“do you?” you asked skeptically.
“...well no, but now i’m content and no longer bored.” the brunette informed you matter-of-factly, his bratty, subby side still showing despite the fact that you were no longer fucking.
“so you aren’t going to complain about sleeping and taking medicine, right?” you murmured, grabbing a pack of baby wipes off the nightstand and wiping both yourself and matt down.
“medicine tastes like ass and i’ve slept so much in the past two days.”
you hummed in acknowledgement, pulling the comforter over the both of you until you shot up, just now remembering the bowl on matt’s desk. “fuck. your soup’s gone cold.”
“you bought me soup?” matt cocked his head and blew his nose, unaware that you had ‘left’ the house.
“i made it. i made you homemade chicken noodle soup and forgot about it because you jumped my bones.” you joked.
“you didn’t stop me,” matt pointed out, another chesty cough escaping his mouth. “but if the soup’s already cold…round two?”
“matthew.”
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The Monroe Effect: Chapter 33
Set during Season 6, Episode 17 of ER. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show.
Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Mention of Postpartum Issues
WC: 1.9 k
ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.
Taglist: @pleasecallmeunhinged, @rainmg, @arigoldsblog, @queenslandlover-93, @hagarsays, @antisocialfiore, @snowflames-world, @guiltypleassure243, and @omgbrianab
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At first, it seemed like things were going to be temporary. Stay with Grandpa and Gamma Carter until Carter was truly back on his feet and then go back to living in the apartment. That was the plan.
Or at least it was the plan until we started getting the hospital bills.
You would think for receiving care in the hospital you worked at, for something that happened to you on the job, you’d at least have some kind of discount.
Wrong.
I started crunching the numbers and there was no conceivable way we could pay these bills along with everything else we were currently paying for, especially my student loan payments. It would be a complete and utter waste of money to keep an apartment we weren’t staying in. And Carter refused to let his grandparents pay for any bill. So, we both hesitantly agreed to letting go of the apartment and for the time being, live full time at the Carter estate.
My stomach was full of dread even before the movers arrived. Gamma hired a company that would come and completely pack up the apartment for us before delivering our things to our new home. I worked those last few days before my leave was up to sell the big furniture we wouldn’t be needing. I told myself it would be better to just get new stuff once we moved out anyway to try and make myself feel better. It didn’t really help. Gamma also took to renovating one of the guest rooms into a nursery for Meghan. Thankfully she took my design ideas to heart, and it was comforting knowing my daughter could actually grow into this room, unlike her old nursery, which was really a glorified walk in closet.
But it was still a walk in closet in I place I’d lived for six years. That I had gotten on my own and made my own space. It was where we brought our daughter home from the hospital. The goodbye was harder than I thought it would be.
Once we were inside the mansion, everything changed and changed quickly. There was always someone else there to do things for me. Breakfast and dinner was at a strict time. Laundry was done and put away by someone else. There was even someone there to open the car door for you. It was intense and awkward and suffocating. So, for the most part, I unpacked our rooms and tried to mind my own business; keep myself as small as possible and maybe I could get by unnoticed.
I absolutely did not want to leave Meghan my first day back at work. I trusted Corrine, really. She had taken good care of Meghan on the couple of occasions I ventured out to shop or grab lunch with a friend. But this was completely different. Those times were merely excursions, an hour or two at the most. This was an 8-hour shift. My thoughts ranged everywhere from she’ll run out of pre-pumped bottles to she’ll completely forget who I was by the time we returned. Carter tried his best to reassure me, but I still cried as soon as we left the drive.
“Well look who it is!”
I forced a smile as Haleh, Lydia, Chuny, and Carol crowded around me. I looked back at Carter, who gave me a slight smile and pointed up, reminding me he had a check in with his doctors upstairs. I nodded and turned back to the girls.
“It’s so good to see you!” Lydia said, her voice cheerful. “How’s Meghan?”
“Oh, don’t ask her that.” Carol groaned. “She’s probably already wound up enough leaving her for the first time. I know I was.”
I scoffed and nodded my head. “Uh, Meghan’s great. Eating good, sleeping okay. She’s getting her tummy time in, but her favorite thing is when Carter bicycles her feet.” I reached into my purse and pulled out my wallet, handing them the most recent picture of Meghan I had inside.
“Look at that.” Haleh cooed. “So adorable. And how are you?”
“Scattered is probably the best word to use. We moved into the Carter Family mansion, and it is taking time to adjust.”
“Oh wow. What’s it like?” Chuny asked.
“Well, I’ve never lived in a place with so many bathrooms.” I tried to force a chuckle. “I’ll let you know if I ever get used to other people doing things for me.”
“You won’t.” Haleh scoffed.
“Where are you today?” Lydia asked.
“Triage, something I didn’t think I would ever be grateful for. But I’m not sure if I have the bandwidth for much else right now.”
“Well let us know if you need anything.” Carol said, giving me a reassuring smile. I nodded. If she could do it by herself with two babies, I could make it through today.
“Chuny, I need you.” Cleo called out as she walked towards the ambulance bay. “Oh, Evie, welcome back!”
“Thanks!” I called after her. I sighed. “Well, I guess we all better get back to work.”
“Alright, someone will be with you as soon as possible.” I said, smiling to my most recent patient. I finished writing up their triage information on the chart and walked over to the admit desk, sticking it in the back of the holder. Today was going.......decent. Patients weren’t overly rude, which my still hormonal self was grateful for. I had a little bit of a leaking issue earlier around Meghan’s regular feeding time, which did require a new scrub top. But other than that, things were on track. Only six more hours to go and I could snuggle my daughter.
I handed some more gauze to a patient with a bloody nose, before sending them to curtain one, when I noticed Carter walking towards me. The limp he had since getting rid of his crutches was a little more pronounced than normal and he looked very pale and maybe even sweaty. I had noticed he had dark circles under his eyes this morning, but they seemed worse. My heart constricted. How did I not notice it until now?
“Hey, Carter.” I stopped him, pulling him into an exam room. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Your limps getting worse. W-What did your doctor say?”
“They said I’m doing fine and there was nothing to worry about.” His tone was growing agitated, and he grabbed the back of his neck. It’s something he always did when he was frustrated. “I’m good, Evie. Okay?” He took a deep breath. “How are you?” He redirected.
I sighed and bit my lip. “Uh, I’m good. Had a little accident earlier, but I’m good.”
He looked down and nodded. He must have seen I had changed. “Good. J-Just make sure you’re pumping when you need to and take a break if things get too overwhelming.”
“That goes for you too.”
He nodded and cleared his throat before giving me a quick peck on the cheek and all but ran from the room.
“Now, I’m going to listen to your heart and lungs.” I took my stethoscope off my neck and stuck my hand in my pocket, searching for a wipe to clean off the chest piece. I frowned when I came up empty. However, that was quickly wiped away when I looked back up at the woman I was currently triaging. “I need to run and get something very quickly. I will be right back.
I slung the instrument around my neck again and went off in search of more wipes. I eyed the supply cart, my destination. “Hey you!” I turned into the trauma room, finding Dr. Romano. “Come here. I need an impartial observer.”
I sighed and walked into the room, finding Cleo, Peter, and Carter all with him. “Oh, come on.” Peter groaned. “That’s a fax copy. You can’t even—”
“Quiet Peter!” He held out the aforementioned piece of paper to me out in front of me. “Is that a C or a P?”
I took a moment, squinting at the hurried writing. “Uh, it looks like a Q.”
He all but rolled his eyes, ripping the paper away from me. “Someone else who can’t read it.”
“I prescribed bisacodyl.” Peter said firmly. “That’s what I ordered. That’s what I wrote.”
“Then why is this patient currently undergoing an angioplasty for a life-threatening myocardial infarction?”
Peter turned to Cleo. “You heard me day bisacodyl?”
“Yeah.” She confirmed.
“Did you even bother to read the pharmacy label before you handed it out?”
“There was a trauma coming in.”
“Oh! Oh, a trauma came in. Oh, well then that makes everything okay. When traumas comes in, we can just hand out whatever meds happen to be laying around.”
“Dr. Romano—”
“Carter!” He yelled. “What does this have to do with you? Nothing. So, shut up.”
“Can I go?” I asked quickly. “I have patients in triage who need me.”
“The growing level of incompetence around here is frightening.” Romano said, turning back to Peter without giving us a second thought. “It’s a wonder we haven’t been shut down.”
“It was an honest mistake.” Cleo countered. I shook my head and pat Carter’s leg, turning to leave the room. I wouldn’t be missed and if he was so worried about stuff getting done, I would do my job. I could get the inside scoop from Carter later.
I was absolutely giddy as I went over to the station and clocked myself out for the day. I was never more ready to go home in my entire life. My mind, body, and soul was ready to have my daughter back in my arms. Maybe I could figure out a way to get out of this dinner party so I could just spend the rest of the night with her. But I also didn’t want to leave Carter alone. I could tell today had been a little hard for him. We both needed a little extra support.
I walked into the lounge and found Mark and Carter talking at the table. Carter was looking through some folder as I walked behind them and to my locker, getting out my stuff. Carter smacked his lips together with a tsk. “Yeah, I really wish I could remember him.” He closed the folder. “I feel bad. Must’ve misdiagnosed.”
“He didn’t have any insurance.”
“Really? What are they gonna do?”
“Well, they’re okay. They have it now.”
“Oh, good.” Carter shouldered his bag and nodded his head.
“Is there anything else you wanna tell me, Carter?”
I closed my locker and waited off to the side as I watched them. Carter shook his head. “No. I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”
Mark looked at him for a moment, and I could see on his face he didn’t really believe what Carter had said. “Have a nice party.” He finished and left the lounge.
“Is everything okay?” I quietly asked, hesitantly walking over to him. He turned to me and the circles under his eyes from earlier had gotten darker. He bit his lips and nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah, just a problem with an old patient. It’s fine." He grabbed my hand. “Let’s get you home to our daughter. I know you’re dying to see her.”
He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it, before practically dragging me from the ER.
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💌licked envelopes💌
Word count: 1,469 (lmao 69)
Warnings: age gap, sexual themes, y/n reader, female reader, drunken parties, swearing, sexual mentions, homelander being mad over spilled milk.
Authors note: this is just a part one, soo if you guys have any suggestions I’d love to hear them <3
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You always had a small crush on homelander. Okay well that might be a little lie.
say since high school you loved homelander, it started when you had rewatched some Vought movie and noticed how golden homelander's hair was and how his biceps glistened with sweat
Oh God had homelander always been this hot?!
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ever since then you had been a total homelander fangirl talking about him most of the time and the other time talking about whatever members of the seven there currently was.
Yeah you knew what everyone was thinking, voughts wet dream. A teenage girl obsessed with their movie star of a hero.
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It sorta died down when you became an “adult” by that I mean moving out and going to college.
But you didn’t feel like an adult, you still felt like the same girl curled up on your bed watching a vought blockbluster, by yourself.
Your roommate thankfully didn’t mind you having a poster of homelander in your apartment on your side of the room.
Schuyler was the first genuine person you met in this God forsaken city, and you were thankful for that. You needed somebody to help you wonder the busy streets and your own crowded mind
In return you didn’t say anything when she brought back some rando for the night, even if their noises kept you up all night
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As you were huddled over your small desk in the corner of your room, Schuyler knocked on the door
“come in!”
She opened the door with a happy squeak “oh my God, girl guess what?!!!!”
You sigh before rubbing my temple “yeah?” You look over your shoulder, with a half smile.
“Soooo Josh is having a party and I want you to come!”
“I can’t, I’ve got a test tomorrow and I need to study.”
“C’mon! That’s all you do. Have fun for once, y/n! It’s the last week of the semester, do something!”
You weren’t in the mood to argue with her.
letting out a shaky sigh before agreeing “sure what’s the harm in one party.”
She squeals before immediately running to her closest to fine you something “sexy” to wear
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You were shocked to say the least after she gave you a short black leather dress. It was a little on the tight side, but that didn’t matter.
After arriving at the party, you immediately had a drink shoved into your hand by an already drunk schuyler.
You reluctantly drank it, the bitter taste leaving a weird after taste in your mouth that later turned, sweet?
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After at least i dunno three or four drinks, you started absolutely dropping more then enough information about homelander to last three lifetimes
“Did you uh k-know he grew up in Montana?!” You laugh drunkenly as your words slur together “like the worlds best super, is from Montana!”
Apparently you found it hilarious, as you had uncontrollable giggles thinking about it.
“Like c-can you imagine him, being raised in the most boring state?!”
Some boys in the frat house, the party was being held in laughed. You couldn’t tell if they genuinely found it funny or was just trying to get in your pants, well in this case in your dress.
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you stretched your body out across the frat house couch, a sigh exiting your body.
Until schuyler leaned overtop of you with a drunken smile
“Ohmygoshhhh GIRL! you look soooooo good! Like I k-knew that dress would be good o-on you.”
She eyes you up in down, before an idea entered her mind
“Y’know what you should do!”
“Huh?”
“You should t-take a pic for homelander, cause like you’re so sexy right now!”
“… your so fucking smart” you immediately hopped off the couch like a rabbit, checking every cabinet and drawer in the frat, for a camera until
The holy grail!
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You found a polaroid camera that had to be from the 90’s and it surprisingly had film in it.
“woah, y/n that has to be at least fifty years old. Right?”
“….Prolly not.”
You both drunkly and stupidly stare at the camera before grabbing it and running to a room with a full body mirror, schuyler hyping you up the whole time.
As you posed and took pictures. The camera light reflecting off of the mirror and momentarily making your eyes a bit sore
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After taking at least ten pictures from different, what your drunken mind thought was sexy.
You and Schuyler picked out one of you from the back looking over your shoulder; and the bottom of your dress hitched up a bit showing off some of your ass.
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After the party was over, you stopped at some random pizza diner that for some reason was still open at 1:38 am
With the polaroid sitting in the middle of the greasy table, between you and Schuyler.
As you finished eating two huge slices of pepperoni pizza you managed to get a sharpie from the man behind the counter, and somehow a envelope as well
“Is this a pizzeria or a fucking post office, why do they have all this?” Schuyler laughs into her palm as she leans back into her chair
As you finished writing on the back of the polaroid, you wrote your name, and the vought tower address with homelanders name signed with hearts around it.
You licked the sticky part of the envelope, before closing it and holding it in a tight grip in your hand.
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you then pay for your food, and schuylers with her saying she’d “definitely pay you back!” you knew she wouldn’t but you didn’t care.
On your walk back to your apartment you slipped the envelope into a big blue mail box, smiling as you did so. with schuyler a little further down the side walk yelling for you, or else she’d leave you.
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You woke up with a head splitting headache, you slowly sat up in bed, running a hand through your messy hair that you didn’t bother to brush last night, or even brush your teeth for that matter.
Your head turned to the clock on your counter 10:47 AM?!
Oh God you were late for your test!
At the speed of light you jumped out of bed and quickly began getting ready, the letter hadn’t even crossed your mind.
You were so drunk last night that it’d be impossible to remember.
Right as you grabbed your bag before leaving, you took a look at your self in the mirror “…I look like shit.”
And with that you closed the door behind you and ran to your class.
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homelander had been mad all day, apparently he asked an intern for some milk and he gave him almond milk…
That was enough to set him off storming into Ashley’s office with his usual speech about him being the boss and in charge
Of course, Ashley just nodded in fear and agreed
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“Where’s all the fan mail I’ve gotten?” Homelander asked Ashley
“It’s um on the sixty third floor, like it’s always been. Why?”
“I don’t need to give you a reason!” He snarled out at her, slamming her office door behind him, as he went to the sixty third floor
He usually didn’t check his own fan mail, sure it fed his ego to know all these people loved him but, he’s homelander! he wouldn’t touch that stuff with a ten foot pole.
Unless he’s in a mood like today.
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By some luck, the first piece of fan mail he picks up happens to be yours?!
He looks at it for a moment, with a slight confused look on his face
“Y/n?”
He rolled the name off his tongue, he liked the way it sounded in his mouth
Homelander practically rips the envelope open, when he did the photo of you fell out.
His eyes caught it instantly and he grabbed it before it could hit the floor.
his mouth salivating as his blue eyes examined the photo, he soon flipped it over to see what you had wrote and he read it aloud to himself
“I heard your eyes glow when you cum” he rubbed the bridge of his nose while reading this. Not knowing how to feel
“I’m a visual learner, one day you could show me”
He looked at the smudged sharpie on the back of the photo before flipping it around to look at you
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For a minute he didn’t do anything he just looked, and then he shoved the photo into his pocket
He was definitely going to save that to jerk off later.
“Y/n..” he muttered as he walked out, a smile forming onto his lip’s, as he imagined bending you over and showing you what you wanted to learn.
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Homelander reading the back of the Polaroid
#homelander x you#homelander smut#homelander x reader#homelander x y/n#homelander#the boys hughie#the boys tv#the boys#baby homelander#smut#Ashley the boys#billy butcher#the deep#starlight#anthony starr#queen maeve#butcher smut#billy butcher smut#homelander angst#homelander fluff#tumbler smut#dc comics#comics#superhero#hero smut#napoleon dynamite
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Look what came in the mail tonight ~
#in stars and time#ISAT#isat mirabelle#isat isabeau#enamel pins#team smart and beautiful#maybe someday I’ll get team age alliance#probably gonna save for Siffrin though when they come out#I really hope we’ll get a loop pin but idk#they’re beautiful#I might need to get a new pin board#my current one is starting to run out of room
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OH! AND BY THE WAY. Gravy (cat that has been living with my dad and his family for 4 years) may be coming to live with me as soon as March 8th!
#looks at my wishlist of little treats i wanted to buy for myself. haha. maybe wait on those.#the plan was cassie would get run of the house with my room as her “away” place when i have birds out#and gravy can have her current room until the piss boy has proven himself trustworthy#but cassie is um. perhaps still a bit mischievous for that sort of trust. so may just be using my room as her unsupervised area#instead of the whole house#(she has a tendency to start eating stuff she shouldnt after about 3 days of having run of the house all day)#ive got 2 litter boxes and plan on grabbing 2 more (see previous remarks re:piss boy)#and 1 large cat tower and 1 smaller one#yeah. i should be all good. ive got this#this is what we've been training for 😎#text#gravy#good gravy!
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Kento Nanami x Reader
OlderBoyfriend! Kento Nanami, posted on his instagram??..

you’d recently taught your older boyfriend, Kento, how to use Instagram so you could tag him in posts and stories of the two of you. But you never expected him to eventually engage in posting online, so it was a surprise when you refreshed your feed, only to find a short video of your boyfriend lifting weights at his gym, with an ancient heavy metal song overlapping the background noise he didn’t mute.
And lord behold, he has over fifty thousand likes on all his posts, equaling up to four. Four singular posts. And he's already on top-charts of instagram, without hashtags, and only one previous follower, you.
You currently were sitting in the living room of the shared apartment you'd bought with him a while back, sliding off the couch and walking to the bathroom where he was showering, since he'd just got home from the just mentioned gym.
You knock on the bathroom door, before walking into the steam filled room, shower running and fan on. “Baby.” you say, pulling the curtain aside, staring at him.
Kento wipes his face of water and turns to you, a small concerned frown on his face as he sees your odd expression, “sweetheart, are you alright?” he says quickly, turning the knobs of the shower to stop the water.
You held up your phone that was displaying his page, “you didn't tell me you started posting videos?” you say, legs shifting slightly as you spoke, and of course, he noticed.
He grabs his towel and wraps it around his waist, stepping out and taking the phone out of your hand and putting it down on the countertop softly, pulling you into a small embrace, looking down at you, “is that the matter, darling?” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll delete them if you'd like, i just thought other men would like to see the process-”
You stop him, placing your fingers to squish his lips together, “I’m just surprised you didn't tell me, that's all, I’m not mad.” you say quietly, “but I do want you to put my username in your bio.” you finish, kissing his cheek and letting him go.
He blanked for a moment, a brow lifting.
“Sweetheart, What's a ‘bio’?”

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CALEB, THE FARSPACE COLONEL

AT THIS SHIP YOU WILL WITNESS … current!caleb & fem!reader. warning(s) -> MDNI. [18+ only]. needy/possessive caleb, might be ooc caleb, apple as a gag(?), squirting, implied creampies, cum eating, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, no plot, just smut, not proofread wordcount. 1.6k (kinda short cs idk much ab him yet & i dedicated my whole pussy into this forgive me) tags. @ljubimaya
𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝒯𝒰𝑅𝒩𝒮 with single-minded determination to keep you near him at all times. Even with a 180 degree turn of his personality during his interrogation of you before, he assures you that protocol was the only reason for his brief change. Yet in the privacy of his room, he doesn’t exactly change to normal..
You didn’t know what brought you to the current situation you were in. To be more detailed, the situation you were in included you sprawled out on his bed, shirt bunched up beneath your chin with Caleb’s body hovering above you, burying his cock into you with reckless abandon. It all started with an innocent, heartfelt confession. But little did you know that calebs’ feelings would run so deep, so intense, to the point he had to have his mouth latch onto one of your tits, eagerly suckling on a nipple all the while his hips were unrelenting.
“W-wait, Caleb, please, I can’t cum again,” you whine with a sob, hands above you clinging onto his pillow for dearlife as he brought you to the brink of your nth orgasm. Caleb on the other hand seemed better than you despite the fact he would follow you every time you came, spilling his seed into your warm channel as if in sync. In truth, he wanted to cum the moment he slid inside your wet heat, but decided against it, wanting to cum with you. “Yes you can, I know you can, sweet girl,” he mumbled persuasively sweet against your flushed skin, your tits aching in the best way in his squeezing hand and warm mouth.
“Caleb, Caleb, fuck—! I feel weird,” you sobbed with a drawn out moan, hips beginning to squirm at the unfamiliar feeling in lower belly. His cock was stretching you out so good, almost too good. You thought you were on the edge of another orgasm but it felt completely foreign to you, fearing that you might embarrass yourself if Caleb kept on going like this. But Caleb himself was undeterred. Instead, a knowing smile of satisfaction crept on his face at your pleas, knowing exactly what was coming. “Of course you are, baby,” he cooed softly, hand fondling your right breast slipping down your back to thumb over the sensitive nub of your clit, rubbing it quick, tight circles that made your body arch into him with a cry.
Your legs quivered and kicked weakly on Caleb’s hip all the while he was fucking into you like it was nobody’s business, eager to push more of his cum into your already fully pussy. He could feel the heels of your feet burying into his lower back, quivering with pleasure that he knew was unfamiliar to you until now. Until he brought it to you.
his touch was precise, coaxing but going above your limits to make sure he makes your mind blank out. And true to his intentions, you cried out, loud, arching off the bed with splutters of profanities leaving your lips along with a wail pleading of his name when the pace of his thrusts into you sopping cunt quickened along with the rub and pinches of the throbbing nub of your clit.
Your lips parted in a silent scream when you felt yourself squirting all over his thick cock, yours juices surely overflowing onto his pelvis and down his balls to drip onto the sheets, making you gasp repeatedly, velvety walls spasming uncontrollably around Caleb’s pitifully hard dick, making him hiss a heavy ‘shit’ before he fucked into you more, prolonging your orgasm to reach his own. His hips jerked erratically into you, balls drawn up tight with his incoming orgasm until he came to an abrupt stop, hand previously rubbing your nub now holding you down by your pelvis all the while his throbbing cock pulsed with each pump of cum into your already filled cunt, making sure to overflow you with his seed.
Caleb’s chest heaved with heavy breaths to catch his breath, pulling away from your boneless, sweat sheened body on the bed, with his length deeply sheathed inside your warm hole still. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally pulled out, breathing out a moan at the erotic sight of his cum that made a ring around his base, your leaking slit no less sexy.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like.. Panting like a bitch in heat just for me,” caleb taunted, his own cheeks flushed red all the same along with his body coated with a thin layer of sweat like yours was on his bed, chest heaving from exertion. He couldn’t help the sly smirk that crept up his face, hand sliding down your thigh to pat the plush flesh there twice as if he was praising you, saying ‘good girl’.
Your pants died out and your breathing came back to normal, your limbs weak on the bed after a moment. Your lids felt heavy during the brief period when Caleb wasn’t doing to you, head burying into his pillow beneath your head to succumb to the sleep that called for you. But it seems like your supposed childhood friend had other plans for you.
“Urk..! Caleb.. what’re you doing now..” you slurred, mind still hazy from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you to process the tug he made on your leg. Your head lifted from the pillow weakly to see what he was doing standing off the edge of the bed, other hand moving to wrap around your other leg for another tug until you were close to the edge of the mattress.
“Shh.. get your rest. I’ll clean you up while you sleep, yeah?” the man with violet eyes shushed with a teasing lilt, reaching an arm over to grab one of his red apples nearby to bring them up to your lips, leaning forward to meet your half-lidded gaze. “Try not to be too loud.. I don’t want any of my colleagues coming over for a noise complaint,” he spoke in a near whisper, making the fresh red skin of the apple to kiss your equally succulent lips. You brought up a hand to hold the apple, letting him pull away. Yours brows furrowed at the implication that he wasn’t done, already biting down on the sweet fruit he gave you.
Leaving you oblivious, Caleb knelt between your legs that hung over the edge of his bed, positioning himself so he could lean in close to your pussy which he left in a mess, globs of his semen still oozing out to drip down the delicious curves of your ass. With eyes gleaming with unsated lust, he propped an arm under your thigh, the other hand pushing the other thigh further apart to give him access to your dripping cunt. He stopped pulling you apart when he could see your weakly clenching hole, head dipping to lick a firm stripe up the wet slit, making sure to flick over the clit too before repeated the action once more, though sloppier this time.
The evident shivers you made at his ministrations made him grin at the while he lapped up at the remnants of your juices that stained your folds, alternating between tongue-fucking your slick warm heat and sucking and biting on your sensitive nub for an extra boost of pleasure to shoot up your spine. Caleb’s gaze flickered up to your squirming form whenever he found the strength to peel his eyes off your filled pussy, scooping up his cum that he stuffed inside your used cunt to taste himself, then shove it back into you. The man could barely hear the muffled whines and whimpers you made whenever his slid his tongue as deep as it could go past your entrance, unrelenting with his pace, utterly absorbed in the act of pleasing you along with ‘cleaning’ you.
your earlier boneless body flared up again at the persistent strokes of caleb’s tongue on your wet heat, feeling his hand on your thigh knead your flesh and squeeze it tight whenever he lost himself in your depths for a long while before pulling away to get some air, only when he felt the unforgivable burn in his lungs. The way his nose grazed your neglected clit was equally unforgivable, only offering the nub a few kitten licks that nothing to sate its throbbing need for stimulation. Yet when he sensed your impending orgasm, it was as if a switch went off in his head, his focusing shifting to your pitiful clit to assault it with full force, nibbling and swirling his tongue around it relentlessly. The man was thankful he gave you that apple, or else the volumes of your cries at the delicious orgasm he was about to make you reach again would have escaped his room to the ears of his unsuspecting colleagues.
“For fuck’s sake, Caleb, slow, fuck..! Slow down..!” You thrashed your hips all over his face, grinding for dear life. You could feel your climax coming in, and it was coming in fast. You rocked your hips into his face a few more times before you brought the bite covered apple to your mouth for another full bite, throwing your head back with a hand gripping onto the pillow beside your head, an overwhelming sense of ecstasy washing over your body, barely able to overcome your sobs.
“I could make you cum all the damn hours of the day if I could, princess, fuck.. you did so well,” Caleb grinned against the damp folds of your pussy, half of his face smeared with your cum which he slurped with unrivalled eagerness. He pulled away from between your thighs to look up at you properly, curl of his lips growing only wider at the sight of your utterly passed out on his bed, his earlier praises falling to deaf ears.
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HEYYYYY SO I SAW YOU WAS DOING REQUESTS FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS
I loved the movie but the ending wasn’t what I was expecting and wanting😔
By any chance could you do the Saja boys in a poly relationship with reader? And separately the girls poly with reader?
I literally think it would be so much fun to have movie nights lmao and pull pranks on each other lmao😭💀
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Current Boyfriend” prank on Jinu⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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Rehearsal had just ended, and the studio air was thick with leftover energy and heat. The mirrors were fogged, the sound system still humming with static, and Jinu—sweaty, flushed, and stunning—was casually sipping water near the doorway.
You pulled out your phone, pretending to check something. Really, you were framing the shot.
He looked over, brows raised. “Filming?”
You smiled. “Just something quick for the fans. Come here.”
He didn’t hesitate—just walked over, still catching his breath from that final run-through, his dark shirt clinging to his back. When he stood beside you, he leaned in slightly, effortlessly falling into idol mode: half-smile, perfect angle, soft gaze.
You started recording.
“Hey guys,” you said sweetly to the camera, smiling like it was any other fan update. “Just wanted to check in, rehearsal’s over—everyone’s tired, sweaty, gorgeous.”
You turned the camera slightly, panning over to Jinu.
“I’m here with my current boyfriend!”
You kept going like it was nothing, turning the camera back to yourself. “Anyway, we’re probably gonna grab food and chill for a bit—”
Behind you, Jinu tilted his head slightly.
“…What?”
You stopped.
“…What?” you echoed innocently, still filming.
He squinted. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”
You bit back a smile. “Yeah. Like, my boyfriend right now. In this moment.”
His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that dangerous, calm way Jinu did when he was calculating whether to flirt with you or mildly destroy your entire soul.
“You’ve had others lined up?”
You laughed, finally breaking. “It’s a trend! I was joking!”
He took the phone gently, still in frame, still smiling for the camera like nothing was wrong—but the glint in his eye had shifted.
“You heard her,” he said to the camera. “Apparently, I’m just a placeholder.”
“Jinu—”
He leaned in, eyes never leaving the lens.
“Just so everyone’s clear, I’m not going anywhere. So if I’m the ‘current,’ I plan on being the permanent upgrade.”
He stopped recording.
You stared at him.
“Babe, it was a trend—”
He handed your phone back with a knowing smile. “Post it.”
“…You’re not mad?”
“No,” he said smoothly, grabbing his bag. “But you’re paying for dinner.”
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@ sajaboysimps: “Current boyfriend” and he paused like a villain origin story. 😭😭😭
@ jinusjawline: She: “I’m with my current boyfriend!” Jinu: 🧍♂️❓
@ idolatemyheart: When he said “permanent upgrade” I blacked out.
@ softlaunchgonewrong: The way she kept talking like he wasn’t recalculating the entire relationship 💀💀💀
@ kpopdemonkween: Jinu really said “I’m calm but I will become your husband if you keep playing.” 💍🕶️
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “i forgot our anniversary ” prank on Baby⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
You had one goal: crack Baby’s fake-cool exterior.
The date was circled on your calendar in pink highlighter and glittery hearts — today marked your six months together. A fact you hadn’t forgotten. Not even close. You had the gift hidden, dinner planned, and a playlist queued.
But he didn’t know that.
So naturally… you decided to mess with him.
You strolled into the practice room like it was any other day, sipping your drink, phone in hand. Baby was lounging in a chair, jacket off, tank top on, towel draped around his neck. Hair tousled. Glistening post-workout glow. Casual heartthrob chaos.
“Hey,” he said, smiling without meaning to — one of those real ones, the rare kind.
“Hey,” you replied, completely flat. You sat beside him, scrolling through your phone. “Long day.”
He blinked. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”
Silence.
He waited.
You offered him a sip of your drink. No affection. No flirt. No sparkle.
He narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
He leaned in slightly. “You sure? You're being weird.”
You shrugged. “I’m fine.”
You saw it hit him — subtle but real. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to solve a math equation with emotions.
Then… his voice dropped, quieter.
“Did I… do something?”
You glanced at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket — pulling out a tiny velvet box.
Your breath caught. Wait what.
He opened it slowly: a simple silver ring on a thin chain.
“I know we said we weren’t doing anything big for the six-month thing,” he said, eyes still down, “but I just… I saw this and thought of you. You like little things that feel permanent.”
Your mouth parted, guilt instantly slamming you in the chest.
He looked up. “Unless… you didn’t remember. Which is fine, seriously. I didn’t expect—"
“Wait, wait, wait—” you cut in, grabbing his hand. “It’s a prank. It was a prank. I remembered. I super remembered.”
His eyes widened. “You what.”
“I was trying to get a reaction out of you,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “You always play it so cool. I thought you’d be smug and say something like, ‘Guess who didn’t forget?’ and then I’d laugh and reveal the real gift and—oh my god you bought me jewelry.”
He stared at you. “You absolute gremlin.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of your own, practically shoving it into his chest. “Here. Yours. Real. Not a prank.”
He opened it to find a silver bracelet, etched with the coordinates of where you first met.
He blinked slowly.
“…You’re disgusting,” he said, voice soft.
“You love it.”
He exhaled hard — then, finally, smiled for real. That wide, boyish grin he tried to hide behind eyeliner and sarcasm. His ears were bright red.
“You seriously had me spiraling,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“Because you’re soft,” you teased.
He shot you a look. “No, I’m cool. I’m smooth. I’m mysterious.”
“You were ten seconds from emotional collapse.”
He leaned closer, bumping his forehead to yours. “And you love that.”
You smiled, lips brushing his. “I really do.”
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Tiny Meal” prank on Romance⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper screens of the dorm room, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. The air was still, save for the slow, even breaths of Romance beside you—hair mussed from sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows over his cheekbones.
You tiptoed out of the futon with the kind of stealth usually reserved for a trained demon hunter. You had a plan. A dumb, tiny, hilarious plan. But it was your plan, and you knew he’d either love it… or mock you for it for weeks.
You tiptoed into the kitchen, stifling a giggle. On the counter: a thimble-sized teacup. A miniature plate. A fork no bigger than your pinky nail. It had taken you a whole hour to prep these ridiculous little dishes the night before. A tiny egg (quail, of course), a single bite of toast, and a speck of strawberry jam.
All perfectly arranged on the world’s tiniest breakfast tray.
As you walked back into the room balancing the tray, you heard the soft shuffle of sheets. His voice, low and drowsy, called out:
"Mmnh... [Your Name]? Where’d you go…?"
You knelt beside the futon, holding out the tiny tray like a prize. “Good morning, sunshine,” you said, biting back a grin. “I made you breakfast.”
He blinked sleepily, then squinted at the tray. A beat of silence. Then—
“…What the hell is that?” His voice cracked mid-laugh.
You giggled. “Your morning meal, brave hunter. Protein, carbs, love. All in one centimeter.”
He sat up, the blanket falling to his lap, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the sleepy slope of his shoulders. Hair sticking up wildly, he reached out one elegant finger to poke the mini toast.
“This is… is this even edible?”
You nodded solemnly. “I toasted that piece with my own hands. Used tweezers.”
A wide grin broke across his face. That lazy, lopsided one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re unbelievable.”
Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he picked up the miniature fork between his thumb and forefinger, tried to stab the tiny egg—and immediately dropped it back onto the tray.
“I can’t do this. I’m going to starve.”
You smirked, reaching behind you and pulling out a second tray—the real breakfast, full-sized and warm.
He laughed so hard he had to bury his face in your neck. “You’re evil,” he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist.
“You love it,” you teased, letting your fingers slide through his hair.
He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still crinkled with laughter but softening into something tender. “I really do.”
And then, with the tiniest fork in hand, he fed you the equally tiny toast piece.
“For love. And carbs,” he whispered dramatically
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “ignoring my boyfriend” prank on Mystery⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The moment you stepped into the training room, you could feel his eyes on you.
Mystery was already there, like always — perched casually on the window ledge, his black hoodie draped over his shoulder, sword leaning against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. He never did first.
Perfect.
You walked right past him without a word.
He watched you. Silent. Still. Barely blinking.
You pulled out your phone, scrolling with exaggerated focus. Inside, you were screaming. You knew he hated being ignored. Not in the way a normal boyfriend might pout or whine — no, Mystery just went quiet. Colder. Like ice packing itself around him.
It was part of why the prank was so fun... and a little dangerous.
He finally moved. Just one step.
“Did I do something?” he asked, voice low and distant, like a fog rolling across a lake.
You didn’t look up. Instead, you texted no one. Blinked blankly at the wall. Bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from cracking.
A long pause.
He tilted his head slightly, jaw tight. “...You’re not going to speak to me?”
You didn’t respond. Not even a shrug.
He stared at you for a few seconds longer. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. No sound, no heavy footsteps — just vanished like smoke into the hall.
Your heart dropped.
“Mystery—!” you called after him, breaking character. You chased him down the corridor, nearly stumbling over your own feet.
You found him just outside the practice hall, his back to you, eyes shadowed under his bangs.
“I was joking!” you said breathlessly. “It was a prank. The ‘ignoring my boyfriend’ prank. You weren’t actually—wait, were you mad?”
He turned slowly, expression as calm as ever. But there was something just behind it — not anger, not even hurt, but a kind of distance. The kind that made your chest tighten.
“I wasn’t mad,” he said quietly. “I just figured you wanted space. So I gave it to you.”
Oof.
You stepped closer, reaching for his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought it’d be funny. You’re always so… unreadable. I wanted to see if you’d crack.”
His lips twitched — the smallest hint of a smirk. “So you were testing me?”
“Maybe a little.”
He finally turned to face you fully. “You didn’t get much of a reaction.”
“No,” you admitted. “But somehow, that made it worse.”
He stepped into your space, his voice a soft hush. “You want a reaction now?”
You nodded, breath catching.
Without warning, his hand cupped your chin gently, tilting your face toward his. His lips brushed yours, light as falling ash — but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Intense. Possessive in that quiet way only Mystery could pull off.
He pulled back just enough to whisper:
“Don’t ignore me again. I don’t like it.”
You blinked up at him, stunned.
Then he added, deadpan: “But if you do… make sure the next prank includes kissing.”
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˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “I don’t think I like muscles anymore” prank on Abs⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
a/n: I just added the rest of the Saja Boys!!
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ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA

sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.
feat. rintaro suna
cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation
wc. 1.2k

When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.
sunarin liked your post.
rin ;)
lmk if you want me to delete our pics. and hmu when you two break up :p
You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to.
Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriend’s dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You don’t remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk.
Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until it’s time to bring you back home, and you don’t wake up until the afternoon. You don’t check your phone until a couple hours after that—long after it's been turned on and charged to 100%.
When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention.
sunarin liked your story.
rin ;)
Voice Message
The voice message is 12 minutes long.
You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesn’t help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence.
You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone.
But it doesn’t take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win.
You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation.
The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if it’s possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.
But then you hear a heavy sigh.
“I like your costume.” His tone is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “You look hot.”
There’s another moment of silence, like he’s giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening.
But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.
“You never answered my text, y’know. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept ‘em.”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
“I’m looking at one right now. It’s from last Halloween. When you-“ His breath hitches. “When you went as a Playboy Bunny.”
You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie.
You’re pretty positive you’re not wearing the bodysuit in the picture he’s looking at.
“I don’t know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.”
You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms.
“You’re kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and you’ve still got those bunny ears on your head.”
This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would. Is he—?
“You’ve got cum all over your face, baby.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “And you’re sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.”
Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicions—he’s definitely jerking off.
“That was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.” He sounds miffed all of a sudden. “I seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.”
You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him.
Or you could let the message keep playing.
Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick.
“I hope you’re not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. That’s our thing, okay?”
Under different circumstances you would have laughed.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “And I hope you’re not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Or–shit–doing that thing where you’d suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.” He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.
“I’m not gonna–” he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. “I’m not gonna pretend I’ve been happy for you. I miss you.”
You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. There’s a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message.
“Just–just let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? I’ll make it sooo good for you,” he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.
“It’s still early. Two months is nothing, it won’t even count as cheating.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “God, just one last time. Please?”
Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You won’t let him fuck you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make you come one last time.
“I promise I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.” There’s a tremble in his voice. “Or just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”
You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know he’d be wearing if he were in front of you–batting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.
Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.
“I know you miss me. You have to. You’re probably touching yourself to this right now.”
You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.
“Such a fucking slut.” You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you he’s getting close. “My fucking slut.”
You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you.
That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.
You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath.
You hear another laugh through the phone. “Damn, that was a lot.” There’s the sound of sheets rustling. “Kinda made a mess, princess.”
He’s silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. “Text me, okay?” he says quietly. “Please.”
The voice message ends.

part two
#suna smut#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou smut#haikyuu smut#hq smut#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#fatherbrat ♱ library#sunarin#hq#tw cheating
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This idea just popped in my head so not super elaborate. But let’s have the Batfam out apprehending a rogue magic user when Nightwing gets de-aged to when he was in his first few months as Robin. And they’re all expecting a sweet little sunshine kid, a smaller version of how their brother currently acts.
Instead, they see the itsy bitsiest little kid imaginable in the original Robin uniform, and they’re all instantly so mad at Bruce for ever letting Dick go out and fight when he was literally a tiny little child. He looks like a strong wind will blow him over.
But then they see him in action and they realize oh no, their brother was actually a little monster. He actually growls at them at one point. They get back to the batcave and they see him just become an animal. He bites Damian’s arm so hard when he hears someone call Damian Robin, then screams and yells about how he’s the only Robin.
Then he tells off Bruce with the intensity of a pissed off teenager, except he’s not even four feet tall and he’s standing on a table so he can shout in Batman’s face. And Bruce just looks so exhausted.
“I’m in charge here,” Bruce starts to tell him, but Dick just puts his hands on his hips and huffs.
“It’s cute you think so,” he says in a snotty voice.
“Alright, time for bed,” Bruce says quickly, because he remembers very well how things worked back when Dick really was eight and a snot nosed little menace. And he knows all of Dick’s tells, and he can see that he’s getting overwhelmed and upset and it’s going to soon turn into a total meltdown.
“No!” Dick argues, but Bruce has already picked him up, and he’s flailing and biting Bruce’s arm. “Pumme down! You’re not my dad, put me down, you’re not my daddy!”
He’s screaming and sobbing before they’re even halfway up the stairs. It’s the tantrum of the century, and it’s making Jason’s ears ring.
“What the fuck,” Jason gasps once the door leading upstairs closes, “was that?”
“Was Dick possessed or something?” Stephanie asks, rubbing at her ears.
“I can’t believe he bit me,” Damian mumbles, watching as Alfred cleans the very detailed bite mark on his arm. Tim snorts from where he’s watching.
“I think you’re all forgetting a very crucial detail,” Alfred tells them all, his voice very patient but strained, “that Master Richard came into Master Bruce’s care during a very traumatic period in his life. While his behavior might shock you, I assure you this was all quite normal compared to when he was actually eight years old.”
And it’s true. Because they do all often forget that the only reason Dick came to live with Bruce was because he’d just watched his parents get murdered and fall to their deaths in front of him. Most of them don’t even know about the couple months he spent in juvie while Bruce fought to get custody of him.
So when they go upstairs and hear Dick still screaming at Bruce, they try to have a little more empathy. Especially when they hear him start sobbing I want my mommy over and over again, and they have to listen as Bruce whispers I know, I’m sorry, I’m here to try and soothe him.
They try to be patient when he gets so angry the next day that he screams and flings Zitka across the room to hit one of them in the head, only to start sobbing when he realizes a couple stitches popped on the leg he held to throw her and now the stuffing is coming out, and they try to calm him down while looking for Alfred to help stitch her back together.
They try not to get frustrated when he’s yelling at them, only to fumble over his words in the middle of his tirade because he can’t remember the words in English, and now he’s upset and tugging at his hair and hitting his head while they try desperately to hold his wrists and make him stop, to help him find the words he was looking for, but he’s speaking like three different languages at once and no one can follow and it just makes Dick so much more frustrated until he runs away to hide in his room.
They try not to get annoyed when he’s in the batcave and actually beating them when they spar (because he’s fighting way dirtier than he ever would if he was his normal age), only to have him taunt them and stick his tongue out at them.
They try to understand how the little brat that was just screaming in Bruce’s face is now clinging to his leg, sitting on his foot, and begging Bruce to let him sleep in his bed tonight. You have to keep the monsters out, he tells Bruce, and they all see the way that makes Bruce melt, makes him do anything Dick asks because somehow this menace has Bruce wrapped around his little finger.
They watch Dick swing from a chandelier one day, looking down and calling everyone some very colorful names in all sorts of languages, but especially Bruce. Then he’ll hop down and pretend like nothing happened, instead clinging to Bruce and making him carry him around all day long, acting as if he’ll be burned if his feet to touch the floor.
He goes from wild to sweet in the blink of an eye, and it’s a total mind fuck.
Then he turns back to normal and acts as if none of that was even out of the ordinary.
#dick grayson#bruce wayne#robin#batman#nightwing#feral dick grayson my beloved#you can’t tell me he didn’t have some behavioral issues at first#he was Traumatized#fic ideas
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hey i really really love your fics and the way you write youre so talented! ive been searching for a virgin!yuji x virgin!reader for so long and my life would literally be urs if you wrote this. if not no worries, i totally get it.
sending love! - anon
OH THIS IDEA IS HOOOOTTTTT AND U BEST BELIEVE IM ALL OVER IT!! thank you for your sweet words and for sending in a request!! i hope you like it!! :] <333
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{yuji itadori x f!reader}
summary: your relationship with yuji was semi new and cute, you both absolutely adoring the fuck out of one another since the moment you met. one thing you have in common though? you’re both loser virgins with absolutely no experience whatsoever, and on one night where you’re both innocently cuddling on the couch watching a movie— yuji goes NUTS.
warnings: MDNI. college!au, afab!reader, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ya’ll), accidental creampie LOL, yuji is a little perv, smut with barely any plot she goes straight to the good stuff, cursing, pet names, fluff, FILTHYYYY this is filthy, all characters are aged up.
word count: 3.9k
authors note: PHEEWWWW THIS ONE HAD ME MEOWING LIKE A KITTY CAT AND I HOPE YALL MEOW WITH ME!!! thank you for your support always, that is an absolute given, i love you and i love you forever. MWAAAHHHH <3333
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“are you okay baby?”
no you were not.
because yuji was in a black tight compression tee and pj’s while you both were watching a movie together and cuddling on your living room couch, the sleeves of his shirt accentuating his biceps and the rest of it squeezing over his pecs and torso, the brightness of your tv illuminating all of his sharp handsome features that had you gnawing at your nails in a nervous fit— him looking at you with pinched eyebrows.
yuji and you had just started dating a couple of months ago— his lively overly friendly personality winning you over without really much effort at all, and your genuine sweet one catching his heart the minute he saw you come into one of his lectures last year, looking soul killingly beautiful and radiant, the both of you befriending each other quickly as your interests aligned.
and you started hanging out on and off campus a lot more frequently after that— gradually falling more and more in love until yuji finally gathered up his jumpy nerves and asked you to be his girlfriend.
there was a problem though.
neither of you had had sex before, or had done anything in between the lines with other people before you got together.
it was the first thing that yuji worried about when he first started dating you— embarrassed and afraid that you would think he was a big fat loser with no game and that he would potentially run the risk of losing you, you maybe preferring a man of experience to match your own needs.
but when he admitted that to you, and when you shook your worried little head and told him you were in the same exact boat as him, he was fucking elated— his apprehensions crumbling down like a landslide and replaced instead with the giddiness of getting to do stuff with you for the first time ever, and him being the man (the only man ever he hoped) to get to do it to you.
but then there was another problem.
neither of you seemed to want to start anything, the both of you hesitant and scared because of your lack of experience— petrified of humiliating yourselves if one of you tried and pathetically failed at it or did something incorrectly.
“mhm! fine.” you smiled sweetly, your calm voice a completely different contrast to what was currently happening inside your reeling fuzzy brain.
you had both definitely talked about it, the subject of intimacy. but it was always something that the two of you reassured each other would happen eventually when you were both ready, that there was no rush— choosing to brush the subject off like it was nothing.
except it wasn’t nothing. it was never nothing. and you were both way past fucking ready, especially yuji, him practically ripping apart at the seams with horn dog need anytime he saw you wear those little skirts that you like so much, or whenever you’d straddle his lap during one of your daily makeout sessions— his hands literally trembling over your ass in attempts at being respectful of pretty ol’ you, settling for placing them on your upper back instead.
and you would internally pout, disappointed, because you always without fail noticed all of this yet you were too shy to mention anything or do something about it on your own.
“you sure?” he asked softly. “you look like you’re thinking about something.”
he raised a hand and gently poked your cheek repeatedly with his index finger, a silly smile on his face. “tell me baby tell me baby tell me baby—”
you giggled, “i’m okay! just zoned out.” you pushed his finger away, leaning up and pressing a quick shy kiss to his cheek that made him instantly flush pink in return, a wobbly smile spreading across his face.
in the midst of you retreating back to your previous position, yuji caught your chin with his fingers and turned you to look at him, your cheeks blushing as he stared at you with lovesick dreamy eyes.
“can we— um.” his gaze flickered to your lips. “can we make out.”
your eyes widened slightly and your hands grew clammy fast, cheeks buzzing as you stared back at him.
since making out was the only thing you both properly conquered, it happened almost every single time you saw each other, the act practically filling in and making up for the more lewd exchanges you both were missing out on, your kisses always sloppy and messy but heated— though each time it came around to it you were often just as nervous as the first time.
“s—sure!” you stammered. “you don’t have to ask me yuji… you can just— y’know… do it..”
he bit his tongue, your timidness for some fucking reason sending a shock of arousal through his veins and straight down to his dick as he tried his best to swallow it and not make it obvious for you.
“okay!”
he brought your face closer then and kissed you, a solid one at first, until you slowly parted your lips and ushered him in, deeper, your body moving closer to his on its own as he immediately responded with placing a hand on your leg to throw it over his lap, your mouths wet and slippery as he properly settled you to sit on him.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, the movie drowned out completely in the background as a sequence of lip smackings echoed throughout the room, yuji’s hands on your upper back like always as you continued to make out… until you felt a little stinging cramp in your knee— moving your hips a little bit to readjust, utterly unaware of how you accidentally applied pressure over yuji’s crotch as he sucked in a breath through his nose and pulled away.
“fuck don’t do that baby don’t do that.”
you froze, hands quickly retracting back to your chest. “what? what do what?”
“oh—” he froze, eyes wide and cheeks pink as his mouth opened and closed like a fishy out of water.
he couldn’t possibly tell you why, not wanting to scare you away by admitting that you grinding down on his crotch like that made his dick jerk and mind haze in the most filthy and perverted way imaginable, feeling like he wanted to dig himself a big fat grave of horny shame to throw himself into as he watched your pretty eyes look at him the way that they were, wanting that same look but underneath him instead—
your bent knee cramped up once more and you hissed, moving your hips again except this time harder, yuji’s eyes flying open as the grip around your upper torso tightened, a strangled whiny hum escaping his throat.
your eyes snapped to his at the sound, now feeling something hard poking your clothed pussy as your brain finally put fucking two and two together, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment at what you did and over your stupid delayed realization.
“oh! yuji i’m so sorry i— i didn’t realize—”
he shook his head rapidly, his cheeks and ears red as he shakily smoothed his hands over your hips comfortingly.
“no baby! don’t be sorry it’s okay!” he quickly kissed your forehead. “i—it’s me… it’s not you at all…”
but there was something else behind his eyes, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint as he just stared at the place where your body met his crotch, hands slowly gripping your hips tighter in a certain way and… and actually moving you now in a certain way that made you promptly realize he was grinding you against him, pleasure quickly twitching at your clit in response as flat hands flew to his chest to stabilize yourself.
“what— what are you doing?” you stammered, your chest heaving a little.
“s—sorry!…” he mumbled, eyes still trained to the same area. “it just— felt kind of good… so..”
yuji peered up at you, a cautious look on his face as he eyed you curiously with his pinky cheeks bright— hesitantly indulging in his overwhelming sick need for you, as simply making out was just not cutting it anymore ever since he got a taste of how something like this could feel a couple of seconds ago.
and your thoughts were identical to his.
timidly, you slid your hands up slowly to rest back on his manly shoulders, the rough material of his compression tee under your fingers making you literally squeeze your hole around nothing, eyes nervously darting around his face.
“o—okay…”
his hand came up to brush some of your soft hair over your shoulder, his thumb moving in to caress gently over your hot cheek.
“can i… can i do it again?”
you shakily nodded, and he gripped your hips again before moving you just like he did before, your crotch coming down to meet his slowly and cautiously as your mouth partially hung open at how good it actually felt, yuji staring at your expression with blown out pupils and nearly drooling over it.
but he wanted more, his hands moving you then to grind on him a little faster, his hips coming up to meet yours at the same time as you shyly met him halfway— quick and stuttery until all of a sudden you were full blown humping into each other like rabid dogs, your tiny whiny moans setting him the fuck off as he captured your lips again to make out with you, fearing if he let you quietly moan like that for his ears to selfishly drink up that he was going to end up busting in his pants.
“y—yuji…” you whimpered in between kisses.
“yeah baby?” his husky voice sent another electrical shock of ecstasy through your body, your fingers gripping his shirt in tiny fists as you didn’t even know what exactly you were pleading him for.
but he knew.
he wrapped his arms entirely around you and moved so that you were laying flat on your back now, yuji in between your legs as he kissed you sloppily while grinding himself back on you again, him literally mimicking how it would be to fuck you as you squeezed his biceps for support, your thin pajama shorts feeling his hard cock bulging from his pj pants and rutting against your cunt desperately with every hump.
yuji, literally trapped in a dimension of arousal and nasty fucking thoughts of you with every moan that slipped past your puffy soft lips, had him reaching and tugging down on the waist band of your shorts like an animal, your baby blue panties with a little ribbon bow in the middle making him nearly choke on his spit.
your hand quickly came to clasp around his wrist, stopping him.
“y—yuji my parents! i don’t know if we should—”
“oh fuck—” he whispered, looking up to the top of your staircase and down where your parents were sound asleep, gnawing so much on his bottom lip in cock blocked agony that he accidentally drew blood.
and you didn’t know why, but the urge was unforgiving as you reached up and cupped his hot sweaty cheeks, pulling his face down as you stuck your tongue out and licked over his bleeding lip.
yuji stared, eyes wide, before he let out a low guttural grown and shoved his face into the crook of your neck.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck—”
you were fucking killing him.
he rolled his leaky cock slowly into you again, his shoulders trembling at the cold feeling of his wet boxers that were literally covered in pre cum the moment your pretty plush thighs sat over his lap, you speaking up.
“m—maybe—”
he pulled back fast.
“yeah?”
“maybe if you just— look. that… that should be fine, right?”
“yeah yeah!” yuji’s invisible tail was practically wagging over your words. “look uh huh! just look baby.”
you bit your lip, slowly reaching down and tugging as both of yuji’s hands went flying down to help you, pulling them over your thighs and down to your ankles before setting them behind him on the couch with a soft thud.
you kept your thighs closed, shy and timid as you realized yuji hadn’t seen you like this yet… your cheeks flaring in embarrassment as he pulled your knees apart and gawked at the vision before him, yuji looking at you like you had built the entirety of rome by yourself with your bare hands.
you hadn’t noticed yet, but your panties were drenched— a patch of wet spread over your lips that literally outlined the anatomy of your pussy to a t, leaving little to the imagination as his eyes stayed locked on your clit in a complete trance.
“oh my god, pretty!…” he murmured, his index finger coming down to softly touch and rub your puffed up clit over your panties, you squeaking in response and slamming your thighs closed again.
“sorry! sorry!” he sputtered, frantic as he came down to peck little kisses on your cheek apologetically, your eyes shut, bashful. “did that hurt? i didn’t mean to i’m sorry—”
“n—no!” you shook your head and slowly peeked your eyes open. “it didn’t… just felt s—sensitive.”
his shoulders relaxed in relief, nodding, his eyes widening in delight when you spread your legs back open for him again, your panties literally stuck slick to your pussy at this point.
yuji’s fingers pressed against your folds, him wanting to just feel the way your little wet lips mushed up against his digits, his curious hand directing him slowly up over your clit and back down by your virgin hole as he breathed hard through his nose, trying to get himself to calm the fuck down over your cunt and not freak you out.
but what he was doing felt good, him having no idea as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your eyebrows screwed together in euphoria, his ears perking up at the sounds of your sweet little moans and whines the more pressure he applied to it.
and then he got an idea.
as you were distracted getting riled up by his fingers, yuji shoved his other hand under his wet pajama pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock and pumping it a little as his angry tip leaked with every jerk— a drop oozing down and landing right on your nub before rolling over your panties as he breathed out a string of hushed curses.
yuji replaced the hand on your pussy with his cock, his length and tip pushing up in between your sopping cunt and back down, completely soiling your panties with a mix of your arousal and his pre cum as he rolled his hips into you again, you not noticing at all until both of his rough hands came to grip and squeeze over your inner thighs, your eyes fluttering open as you wondered why it felt way better than before, them bulging once you saw his thick long dick slipping and sliding hurriedly against your pussy.
“b—baby!” you moaned breathlessly, but yuji literally could not hear you as his dazed droopy eyes stayed focused on your swollen puss while he continued to rut.
“uh huh..?..” he panted. “what’s wrong sweetheart…”
your words lodged themselves in the back of your throat as a particular rough thrust made you choke and clamp your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes shut in response with your sensitive nub pulsing as you felt yuji’s leaky sticky cum all over you.
“does it— does it feel good?” his eyes finally trailed up to look at you, his already fucked out expression and flushed face forming a yummy pit in your stomach that you recognized as your release whenever you fingered yourself, except that feeling no where near as good as what you felt right fucking now.
“mhm..” you moaned and licked your lips.
yuji’s fingers slid up from your inner thighs and to the straps of your panties, fiddling and playing with them as he rolled his hips like a little perv, his tip at times falling and literally sinking into your gaping virgin hole a bit— your panties a thin stretchy wall that frustratingly stopped his cock from going, slipping back upward instead.
“baby…” he moaned lowly, whispering. “maybe we should just have sex right now…”
you gasped. “right now?! i don’t know yuji my— my parents— and we’ve never—”
he leaned down and sloppily kissed you, speaking in between each smack.
“they’re asleep it’s—” mmphf— “it’s okay—”
yuji already had his middle finger hooked under your wet panties as he started pulling down, you squeaking at the cold breeze hitting your bare clit.
“i want to but— hic!”
he rubbed his tip over your entrance a bit, pooling your juice up.
“what if— what if we get too loud? and they come downstairs—”
he shook his head. “i’ll keep on a lookout pretty don’t worry about it...” he murmured. “you just relax while i pump my cock in, yeah?”
you whimpered, nodding quickly and pathetically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down flush against your chest, suctioning tiny sucks on his jaw to keep you from moaning the loudest you’ve moaned all night as he started pushing in, yuji’s mind in a literal fucking state of delirium as his dick was finally gonna be buried in your cute pussy after wanting it for so long.
you hiccuped against his jaw, your arms gripping him tighter as he stretched you out so good, feeling a little pinch in your walls that made you spread your legs wider in attempts at alleviating it.
“ohhhh fuckkkk baby—” he moaned loud and you quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
“shhh honey shhh—”
“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—”
his voice was muffled against your hand as he pumped deeper, your squeal catching itself in your throat and his body fucking shivering at the way your tight slobbering walls sucked him in without him having to even push, your hole clenching around him and pumping more strings of stray pre cum out inside you.
“my god do that again please do that again—” he panted, reeling his hips back slowly and pushing in at a steady rhythm.
“d—do what?” you panted, your eyes closing in pleasure.
“squeeze— shit!— squeeze me please please—” he begged, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your cheeks as he licked up your little overstimulated tears.
“like— like this?”
you clenched your hole again and his body jerked, his choked moans huffing in your ear as he rolled and snapped his hips faster.
“mm! yuji my god—” you squealed and he placed a hand over your mouth, the both of you now covering over each others as he proceeded to drill his hips in, the couch squeaking with every messy hit.
your hand tightened over his lips the louder he moaned, your eyes silently pleading with him to be a little quieter, but him too lost in the milking of his cock and the way your fucked out face looked as he couldn’t connect the dots with what you were asking of him, suddenly your blurry brain coming into reasonable consciousness for a second as you became aware of the fact that you weren’t even using protection.
“b—baby—” you muffled against his hand. “we’re not using a— mmm! c—condom we need—”
smack smack smack—
“shit i don’t— i don’t have one sweetheart.” he stifled, and yuji only went faster then, harder and jerky as his awkward virgin hips jolted you up and down on him, your eyes rolling back. “s’okay i’ll just pull out m’kay? i’ll pull out—”
his snappy pace brought your brain back into your previous dumb erotic state, nodding dazedly as he scooched his hand down and shoved his middle and ring finger inside your wet mouth, your tongue slobbering over his digits before your lips lewdly closed around them and sucked.
yuji was not keeping a lookout for your parents.
“oh fuck baby you look so fucking pretty doing that…” he choked. “you look so so pretty under me and taking my dick—”
“mhm..” you moaned around his fingers, drool seeping out of your mouth and down your chin as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming and squelching all over him.
“i’m gonna pull out soon okay? i feel—” pant— “i feel like i’m cumming—”
you pulled back from his fingers with a pop and licked your lips, nodding vigorously as you squeezed your eyes painfully shut, your release washing over you like a prickly wave with your mouth hung wide open and your vision blowing bright white.
but in the midst of you creaming, you accidentally clamped your thighs shut around yuji as he tried to slip his dick out.
“fuck! i can’t—” pant— “baby open your legs please im gonna— fuck fuck fuck!—”
yuji’s cum pummeled inside you and filled you the absolute brim as he gasped and whined in your ear, his balls draining so much of it into you that it took no time at all for it to slip past your hole and onto your couch below, the both of you heaving heavily with your clothes stuck against your sweaty sticky bodies.
“are you—” he swallowed. “are you okay baby? i’m sorry i came inside—”
“it’s okay it wasn’t you—” you tried to regulate your breathing. “it— it was my fault… i trapped you in…”
you sheepishly looked at him and gnawed at the inside of your cheek in shame, your face only making him lazily grin and press a hard loving kiss to your cheek.
“it’s okay. we can figure it out later!”
he peeled away from you and sat up, his softening cock still buried inside as he slowly pulled out and watched the rest of his cum spurt out, taking one of his shaky fingers and collecting some before pushing it back in your hole.
“don’t put it back in yujiiii!” you whined.
“sorry! sorry sorry—” he grabbed your wrist gently and kissed the back of your hand, his pinky cheeks vibrant as he looked at you with a wobbly shy smile. “i— i couldn’t help myself…”
you giggled. “s’okay honey.”
he laid his body back over yours, being mindful not to squish you as he leaned some of his weight on his arms, cutely pecking your puffy lips over and over until he was satisfied with the amount, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck after.
“m’glad my first time was with you yuji…” you murmured into his ear, your words causing his heart to literally bang against his chest as he felt like he was on cloud nine with you underneath him like that.
“i’m glad it was with you pretty.” he pushed, looking into your fucked out eyes with sincerity. “and i hope it stays that way. just my dick.”
you laughed loudly, your hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth as he giggled.
you pecked his nose sweetly and readjusted your hips, your cum covered pussy brushing against his cock again, the blood immediately rushing back to it faster than a speeding fucking bullet.
he traced a loving finger across your bottom lip delicately, a little grin on his face.
you quirked a brow. “what?”
“can we um—“ he quickly kissed you. “can we try doggy style right now?”
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Summary: You prank the lads boys by aggressively manhandling them.
Fandom: Love & Deepspace
Parings: [Zayne x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Rafayel x Fem!Reader]
A/N: Works been killin my butt. But anyways I saw many prank tiktok videos about women aggressively handling their own partner. Whether it be kissing them, love bites, or putting them on top of the kitchen counter. Figured it make a funny small prompt of how it would go lol.
Warnings: Fluff & humor, suggestive stuff, cursing
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ZAYNE
You've been feeling pretty clingy today.
You didn't know what it was that made you feel this way. Maybe just seeing Zayne, waking up in his bed, staying over at his place, not bothered by work, both of you doing very domestic stuff, made you feel really touchy feely. And Zayne was much aware of this notion from the very start of the day. Not that he every denied your loving affection, no not ever.
He accepted every hug or kiss, and returned it with much love. Oh, how it only fuels the fire of your clingy nature even more.
Here you are, coming out from the kitchen, to lean against the wall, with a glass of sweet tea in hand. You tilt the glass towards your mouth as your eyes were trained on one thing in particular.
There Zayne sat on the large couch, in the living room, with a book in hand. His eyes soft but narrowed in focus as he reads the pages, he's currently on. His back leaning on the cushions, skillfully flipped each page with his thumb. As his elbow was pressed against the arm of the couch, with a small portion of a sugar cookie the two of you had baked not long ago, in his hands. He immediately finishes it, taking it into his mouth with a small hum. Licking off any specks of crusts lingering on his fingers.
Watching this perfect, handsome, hunk of man as your sipping your tea just sent you up in orbit. It was too much to take in. Does he know how amazing he is, just sitting there? That's what you thought, the audacity of this man to sit and read so cutely, in his causal home attire -white shirt and grey sweatpants-
You had to do something about it.
You walk up to where Zayne was, placing the cool glass on top of the glass ottoman in the middle of the living room. The clink of the glass made Zayne look up at you. His demeanor calm and relaxed, before looking down at his book.
"Any thoughts about what you'd like for din-"
Before he could even finish that sentence, Zayne was attacked.
He found your hands squeezing his cheeks harshly, pulling him closer to your face. You bend down to kiss him on the lips. His eyes widening in shock and confusion.
But you continue you assault on him.
You kiss him very passionately and aggressively. Hands running along his jet-black locks like a crazy loon, messy up his hair. All while you muttered along his lips, words of affirmation.
"God dang it Zayne! You -kiss- are so -kiss- perfect -kiss- uugh!!"
You start to kiss all over his face. To his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, and anywhere else you could get your lips on. His book on the floor, as he had already dropped it do to your aggressive love session. His eyes still wide with so much confusion.
It didn't even stop there, as you suddenly push this man, laying his back onto the couch. Pinning him by his shoulders just to keep him still. Your kisses never stopping, as you go lower to his neck, giving him rough kisses down to his collarbone.
Finally, you pull away.
You had found yourself straddling the poor man, your arms still pinning down his upper body.
You look to see his full face that was very much a very funny and cute site. His ears were burning red, hair a mess as he stared at you with such unreadable green eyes. His mouth was slightly agape as if he was trying to figure out what to say to you in that moment. But he closes it, his lips in a tight line, eyes closed, inhaling a long breath to re-catch his own thoughts.
His head leans to the side as he opens his eyes, not looking you in your own eyes. Zayne's heart was pounding in his chest right now.
"You...-sigh-"
You couldn't help but laugh at this site of him. It was too funny to behold, seeing Zayne completely embarrassed and yet flustered at the same time.
"Caught you off guard huh?"
You quip with a prideful smirk on your lips. Zayne brings his eyes to look up at you. You could see he was trying to act all serious, and calm, but it was obviously faltering. As you could see the corners of his mouth flick up in a small grin. His emotions getting the better of him, as he lets out a laugh. A mix between disbelief and fondness.
"Well, I didn't expect to be attacked in my own home by my partner."
He states this, and you laugh even more. An endless supply of giggles and laughter that you couldn't stop. One that Zayne couldn't help but join in, loving the sound of your laughter.
You let go of his shoulders, before leaning down to give a soft kiss to your boyfriend. A sweet smile stretching across your mouth.
"Well, you're just going to have to get use to it. Because there's definitely more to come in the future."
He rolls his eyes at you.
"I fear for my safety."
He says this sarcastically of course, but deep down he's already preparing for the next attack. Just in case, so next time you do this stunt again, he'll be able to calm his heart. Because that shit made him feel like he was having a straight-up heart attack.
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XAVIER
You were laying on your bed.
Stomach first, as your feet were up in the air. Your hands clutch onto your phone, watching silly videos. Xavier was up in your bathroom taking a shower from a hard day of working. You had already taken a shower first, reasons being that Xavier told you to go in first, and second was because he was already on the verge of sleep. You were about to say to take a shower together, but the man was already nodding off as he sat on your bed. So, you decided to allow him to take a quick nap while you take your shower.
It has been a long day for the both of you, as you had both just got done with work. A bunch of wanderers to take down here and there, nothing too serious of a threat to get badly hurt, but enough to feel exhausted. And it definitely showed with the both of you, glad that it was the end of the day.
Xavier wanted to come over your apartment, because he finds it more comfortable, and wanted to sleep with you tonight. Plus, you figured he was too lazy to go up to his own apartment complex that was just a floor above yours. You never complain, as you would also come over to his complex and sleep there sometimes.
As you were kicking your feet, over the audio on your phone, you could hear the shower suddenly turn off. Indicating that Xavier was all done with his shower. He soon later came out, opening the door the connected to the bedroom. He lets out a silent yawn; while wiping his hair with a small white towel, a large towel was wrapped around his waist. His body shinning in the dim light from the room lights, due to the excess water cascading down his chest and stomach. You can see his full tempting v-line below his abdomen making your face heat up from the delicious site alone. He looked so appetizing yet cute at the same time.
You turned off your phone, placing the device on the bed-side counter. You sat up before getting off the bed, making strong strides towards your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes open a bit seeing you coming forth, watch as you wrapped your arms around his torso head leaning on his slight wet chest. You didn't mind though, as you snuggled with him, smelling his freshly showered body. The scent of sweet vanilla filling your nose; he used your body wash.
"Hmm...You smell good."
A goofy smile presents itself on your lips. Xavier smiles softly, leaning in your touch as his own arms wrapped around you. His arms holding onto your shoulders rubbing them gently. The small towel he held was draped securely around his neck. His head buried into your hair, nosed pressed against your hair, smelling you as well.
"So do you.."
He whispers this in a low hum, eyes closed as he embraces you. You could feel his heart beat slow and relaxed inside his chest. Xavier's soft snores making you chuckle. The fact that this man can sleep standing up still amazes you.
"Sleepy?"
"Hm."
Xavier hums again, as if to say yes, his arms holding you closer to his body. His body leans into yours, the weight of him not fully on you, as if he was stopping himself from falling on top of you. You let out a sigh rolling your eyes. The cuteness of this man was just too much; it made you giggle a bit.
Without a thought or hesitation, your hands go lower till you reached the back of his thighs. Xavier can feel this, but he doesn't back away nor think anything of it. That was until you used all of your strength, bending your knees, and you use this strength to pick up your boyfriend. Xavier eyes widen as he was suddenly up from the ground, your struggling of course but still it was an achievement. Carrying your sleepy boy by his own thighs, before waking back to the bed. Xavier was very shaken from this move, his hands clinging to your shoulders as he blushes heavily.
"[Y-Y/N]...what are you doing?"
You smiled looking up at your flustered boyfriend, "Carrying...ngh my exhausted boyfriend of course~"
It was all you said, and only Xavier could look at you with wide eyes and a simple nod of okay. His tiredness going away as he watched his own girlfriend carry him around, he didn't know how to feel about this, but it wasn't unwelcomed.
It wasn't long till you reached the bed, slamming the boy right on to the soft bed, making him lay on his back. His small towel was already gone, falling onto the floor when you picked him up. His other towel wrapped around his waist, was defiantly loose, clinging onto him for dear life. But still covered his crotch.
Once settled onto the bed, you crawled your way in between his thighs, your hands running along up his thighs to his stomach. Making way to his chest then finally his soft cheeks. You squish his cheeks in your hands, body resting on top of his. You lips lean in to kiss him on the nose before moving to his lips. His hands were now at your waist, rubbing your sides.
"Are you sleepy now?"
You say this pulling away, but it seemed like Xavier was chasing your lips. His cheeks were still flushed with pink, but his shock expression turned into a very sweet playful grin. His hands tracing along your back, slightly teasing underneath your tank top you were wearing.
"Not at the moment no."
You were suddenly rolled over, as Xavier had now turned the tables. His body pinning you underneath him, his baby blue eyes looking down at you with so much mischief. His hand made its way to your cheek, stroking it was such softness as if you were a delicate relic.
"I think I'd like to stay up for a little while, how about you~?"
You chuckle as you pulled Xavier by his neck, His face and lips close you yours.
"Sounds fine by me~"
You whispered back before his lips connected with yours passionately.
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CALEB
Pranks were nothing but natural for you and Caleb.
Ever since you were kids you two would pull all types of small pranks on each other. Not mean big pranks that would cause problems in one's relationship. But small harmless pranks that make each other laugh and keep the relationship more fun and fresher. To get competitive and try to one-up each other the next month or two.
It was your love language.
And it was your turn.
Oh, how you've been dying to try and get Caleb back. You were still pouting over the last prank he did. You could remember it like it was yesterday. The man had deliberately placed fake cockroaches all underneath your bed comforter. You of course did not realize it. Already freaking out with disgust and fear, running to Caleb about your "unfortunate" situation. Hugging and whimpering to him while you pushed him to the problem. Only for him to laugh and say how those cockroaches were all plastic toys.
You then start to curse him, while beating his chest -soft punches- giving him the biggest mean mug pout. One that he finds absolutely adorable. He makes up for this by promising to take you out to this new big carnival that just opened up around the neighborhood.
Today was the day of the carnival.
And both you and Caleb were getting ready that late afternoon. Hoping to get there early and on time for the rides and games.
You closed the door to your shared room, checking your small purse to make sure you got everything you needed. You're wearing a nice yellow blouse, white tank top underneath with a light jean skirt. It wasn't going to be cold, just a nice warm day.
Once you made it to the spacious room where the living room and kitchen connected. You could see your boyfriend turned to you. His back bent a little as his focus was on his phone, scrolling aimlessly, elbows on the kitchen counter. He was dresses up as well, in a very familiar outfit. His sleeveless white logo shirt, with black jeans pants.
He looked so handsome in the moment. His muscular back and shoulders showing of through the white shirt, His long arms, especially his biceps that flexed a bit on top of the kitchen counter. His hips tutting to the side a bit. You couldn't see his face fully, but you could already imagine how he looked. Eyes narrowed but soft, probably biting his lip as he scrolls through whatever feed he's on, all while he's waiting for you.
It was in that moment...you had an opening.
Slowly, you sneak your way over to Caleb. Making sure your sock covered feet won't make any noise against the tile floors. It seems he doesn't notice you at all.
So, taking your only shot, as you make it behind him, your hand raised to aim for his ass. Immediately striking him down against his left cheek harshly, causing the man to gasp loudly. His eyes were wide, but before he could turn around and say anything, your hand that slapped his ass, remained there. Giving his ass couple of good squeezes while your chest was flushed against his back.
"Fuck, you're lookin so hot! Look at this ass!"
"[Y/N]..!"
You didn't give him any time what-so-ever. Turning him around roughly, only to push him back. You could see his very shocked and surprised face now. His cheeks full on flushed with red, a face that made you grip his cheeks with on hand to pull his close to yours. You give him a big fat kiss onto his lips, before pushing him off, making the man look at you dumbfounded.
"Face matches up nicely, not bad at all~"
You tease as your hands rested against his ass, giving his cheeks a squeeze while playing humping his waist. He looks at you so confused, as if you had two heads. There was a moment of pure silence. That was until Caleb begins to grin so big that it could hurt, before a big laugh erupts his whole body.
His chest heaving and rumbling as his hand makes it way to cover his eyes in embarrassment but much amusement as well. He couldn't stop laughing, and it made you laugh as well, your hands coming off his ass to just wrap around his torso. Head leaning against his chest.
"W-What was that pipsqueak!?"
Caleb's hand goes down from his face, looking at you with a big playful smirk gracing his lips. You smirk back with a wink.
"Nothing! Can't I appreciate my boyfriend's hotness?"
Caleb chuckles, leaning in to give your forehead a kiss.
"Never said you couldn't...but with a stunt like that, I say you must be getting even with me huh?"
Before you can retort back, Caleb grabs up by the waist using his strong arms. You gasp as you're now in the air, Caleb turning you to the counter so he can settle you done on the cool marble. Your legs wrapped around his waist, as your arms wrapped around his neck. He held your tightly against him.
"I would congratulate you on that prank of yours, but I would be lying saying that prank won't cost ya. We might be a bit late arriving to the carnival. After that bit, how can I possibly let you go...naughty girl~"
He says this as his head moves to your neck to place feathered kisses along your collarbone. It tickled causing you to giggle, the thought of missing the carnival making you wiggle in his hold whining.
"Caleb, nooo..!"
Yeah, you were definitely going to be late.
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SYLUS
Catching Sylus off guard, can be a very difficult task at hand.
It seemed like no matter what, he always knew what move you were going to make. Calculating each future ten step you would say or do just so he can throw it right back in your face. And it definitely frustrated you.
A fierce man who was hard to take down.
In fact, he was the one catching you off guard. He was the one surprising you the most and getting you all flustered in the cheeks with his devious nonchalant attitude. It's a rare and very rare moment when Sylus was ever caught being flustered. And even in those rare occasions, he can easily and quickly hide it inside, composing himself as if it didn't phase him at all. As if he had already predicted your tricks, before you can ever see his reactions.
And so, you were on a mission.
A mission to complete subdue and fluster your Onychinus leader boyfriend. It took you half a month to come up with any idea. A good top idea to catch this man way off guard, just so you can win. You just wanted win over him, even if it's just one time. To get him stuttering over his words. And finally, you came up with an idea, a brilliant idea, one where you hoped and prayed that it will very much work.
You texted Sylus on how you'll meet him tonight at his place. He of course welcomed this arrival, his home literally opened to only you at any time of the day. You made your way, rushing to the N109 zone to Sylus's grand mansion. Preparing yourself for what was about to happen.
Once there, you greeted both Luke and Kieran who both welcomed you back. Wondering what the rush was, but you could only give them both a question back asking where Sylus was.
"Boss is-"
"-In his office." They both said.
Perfect!
Working out exactly how you wanted.
"Thank you, see ya later!"
They watched as you rushed down the hallway with a very confused but interested look, wondering what you were planning.
Sylus was in his office, just finishing up closing a deal via phone call. He sighed as he leaned against his chair running a hand through his own locks, looking around the room with his ruby red eyes. Mephisto was in his office - more luck for you -, and Sylus was thinking about you. Waiting for you to come to him.
He then hears a knock at the door making his lips curl into a smile. He can tell from just the knock alone that it was you.
"Come on in kitten."
Nothing.
The door didn't open, nor was there any sound before or after that came with it. His brow quirks at this peculiar moment.
"Kitten, I said you can come in."
He says this a bit louder, but again no answer, or door opening. And he was already confused from the start, because normally you'd just barge right in with that innocent smile of yours. But you didn't even do that. So, know Sylus was on edge but gratefully intrigued by what was going on. Wondering what you were planning behind that door.
He gets up from his chair, walking towards the lavish design door. Once he made it and he opens the door, he gets suddenly pulled by the collar of his shirt. His body leaning and his lips quickly connecting to yours. His eyes looked at you, wide and in disbelief but it wasn't over yet.
Using a tackling move on him, you swiftly used your leg to grapple behind his left leg. You used you full weight so that he would fall to the ground with a harsh thud. Your lips still on him as your hands moved to grab his own wrists and pin the above his head so that he wouldn't go anywhere. You were now straddling his waist, kissing him roughly before pulling back to only bite his cheek.
The man gasps as he was still to stunned to speak. He could only watch as you aggressively manhandle him. Your bites moved to his neck which caused Sylus to grunt lowly. His cheeks and ears red, still so confused. His brain trying to regain any semblance of reasoning but failing terribly so.
Once you pulled away to look at him, a big smile came to your lips as you looked at Sylus. His expression was priceless, funny, cute even as he looked up at you. You can finally say you've taken down Sylus.
Sylus clears his throat, lips curling into a smirk, shaking his head from your actions.
"Is...this some type of new fighting strategy of yours? If so, I'm not so keen for you to use it on other people."
You laughed.
"Nope, I just wanted to tackle you into submission. And I finally got you!"
You hear a big rich laugh come from Sylus. The pitch a bit heightened as he found this incredibly silly and adorable. He could just maneuver his way out of your hold easily or even use his evol to overpower you. But he doesn't, liking the proud face you made of finally overpowering him. Using your smart skills to gain the upper hand of the situation. It made his heart jump inside his chest happily.
"You know, if you wanted to over-power me, you could have just asked~"
"That's a load of bull and you know it! As if you'd gone easy on me if I did asked!"
Sylus laughs again, making you roll your eyes at him. But your body suddenly sits up right, as Sylus uses his strength to break from your pinned hands. He traps your arms behind your back with his one strong hand, his other hand gripping your chin gently, thumb rubbing the bottom of your lip. His eyes shooting down to your eyes, with his infamous smirk that made your stomach flip.
"You're right kitten. It's more fun to tease and let you work for your food, then to let you have it easy. But don't worry, I'll be gladly waiting for the next time you try to catch me off gaurd~"
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RAFAYEL
You and Rafayel decided why not work out together.
Well, more like you were going to work out and train your body. But a certain purple-haired artistic man called before you could even go to your local gym. Of course, you picked up your phone hearing him complain about he was bored. You told him how you were going to the gym, and Raf found that as the perfect moment to come along with your endeavors.
He suggested going to his private gym he uses at home. He says he's been wanting to blow off some steam due to Thomas insisting -more like pestering to Rafayel - to create more art for his gallery. The deadline was almost due and Rafayel has been procrastinating with other projects. Telling Thomas there is no deadline to when it comes to art, he'll feel the inspiration when he feels it. And so here he is with you.
This is honestly a first for you.
Working out with him that is.
Watching that beautiful man stretching his own body with much ease as you both did warm-ups. Seeing his biceps and forearms flex as he does push-ups. The way his abdomen tenses when he did crunches. Or how he looked so pretty on the treadmill, running full laps. Hair bouncing, sweat dripping, muscles moving, ass tempting. Even when he took a few walk breaks you could hear his controlled breathing and pants.
He looked so pretty in those moments, truly you were captured by this handsome siren. God, you felt so lucky in that moment, you could watch him run all day long. So much so that you had completely lost track of time, your mind on auto pilot throughout your whole workout session.
The both of you were panting, sweat dripping down your foreheads, Body sore but refreshed in a way all in a day's good work-out. Rafayel sighs sweeping a hand through his front locks with a relieved sigh escaping his mouth.
"I'm exhausted, I don't know who's working me to death, you or Thomas~"
Rafayel grins while joking making you roll your eyes with a small laugh.
He goes into a corner of the gym. There was L-shaped counter with a sink. A mini refrigerator that was set up top, And a round circular table in the middle. Rafayel immediately went to the fringe to grab a bottle of water. Leaning against the table he unscrews the cap taking a few gulps of cool water down his throat.
You do the same, following your boyfriend, but your eyes were only trained on Rafayel. His left arm, behind him, hand placed upon the white table to stabilize himself. His back a bit arched, showing the indent of his pecks and abs through his black sleeveless tight compressed shirt. His waist looking so snatchable as his legs slightly crossed over one another.
Drinking the cool water did nothing to ease the burning tension inside of you.
Rafayel places his water down on the table, his hand reaching out to his shoulders to rub them a little. All while he rambled on and on about his problems, Thomas nagging, and blah blah blah.
That was it you can't take it anymore.
"I swear, I bet Thomas is calling my phone about no-"
Quickly you made your move on Rafayel. You grab at his thighs tightly making him blush and shut up. But then you start to lift him up, causing the man before you to gasp and wiggle in your hands.
"[Y/N]! Aah w-wait!"
You didn't listen to his gasps and pleas, as you use your full strength to pick him up and place his ass on top of the table. His legs wide and spread for you, almost wrapped around your waist. His water bottle accidently falling, spilling onto parts the table and floor. You kept a good tight hold onto him, giving his thighs a good squeeze,
Your lips meet his to kiss him briefly, a tease at the most. Before moving to his cheeks and nose, even his exposed neck.
Rafayel's hands were on your shoulders, not knowing whether to push you off of hold you close to him. His face was redder than a tomato, ears included, as he watches his own girlfriend assault him like this.
You then pull away with mischievous smirk on your face, all you could see was Rafayel with that sweet brattish pout pursing his plump lips. He looks at you, eyes narrowed but it was soft. Rafayel gives you a look of incredible disbelief and shock from what just happened.
"I-I can't believe, did you just..?!"
You laugh at him, causing his cheeks to flush even more. His eyes looking away from your gleeful face. It was adorable to witness it. Seeing him in this type of position. Your hands moved, sliding up to his ass, you can feel him tensing up, his breath getting heavy as though he was working out again. You gave him gentle pats at first, but them with your right hand gave him a hard smack placed upon his cheek.
Rafayel lets out a gasp mixed with a whine, his eyebrows furrowed in a glare. Looking at you with such a appalled face. He was truly was embarrassed.
"H-Hey watch it!"
"What, are you embarrassed baby~?"
Rafayel says nothing, the nickname only making him groan, letting out a long dramatic sigh. His eyes once again still darted away from your owns.
"This must what it feels like to be a woman, being preyed upon by others. I'm all defenseless here, it's scary thing. My own bodyguard taking advantage of me, in my own gym."
"It's not my fault my boyfriend is so beautiful. You really are, looking so pretty while you worked out today."
Rafael didn't really say anything, but you can he was trying not to let your words get to you. But it was failing, as your compliments only made his heart race even more. Fidgeting while you held on tight to him trying to distract himself with the gym appliances around the room.
"Sooo...you're saying you don't like it?"
You give him another kiss on the cheek playfully, making him turn his head finally towards you. His legs bringing you even closer, wrapping fully around your waist to lock you in. While his hands wrapped around your shoulders. It made you giggle, his actions way louder than his actual words.
"I never said that."
You smile as he can't help but smile back at you. He couldn't prolong his pout anymore, he's just too damn infatuated - and slightly aroused - at this new position of his. He leans in to kiss you on the lips, the kiss starting off as sweet before slowly turning deep and passionate. His eyes haze over with a growing smirk of his own.
"I'm definitely not going be able to finish my art piece now cutie~"
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