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lufyuu · 1 year ago

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,, Love Quest ''

Background character male reader x Protagonist oc

Part 1 Part 2

Tw/s: dub-con at the start, dacryphilia, rough sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds.

In a world where everyone's assigned a role they have to be, you were one of the many unlucky yet common ones to get the role of a background character. One who couldn't even interact with the protagonist if you wanted. The way it works is through the system. There is a system that essentially controls the world. This system can create scenarios, assign roles, etc. This whole world was built by it. Everyone has to obey it, excluding the protagonist themself, that is. Some even say it's possible for the protagonist to control the system itself but, that's just a rumour.

Of course, the role with the most power is the protagonist. Anyone would dream to have that power. To be the protagonist and have everyone fawn for you, throwing themselves at your feet, worshipping your every step. Not only that, his love interest is the best of the best, the prettiest girl you'd ever be able to lay your eyes on, the one you'd never be able to get with if you weren't the protagonist. Just like any other previous protagonist in this world, the current one is an extrovert, River Sterling. He's a perfect guy in every way. He's very well known due to being the protagonist, but also, he is very talented. It's as if there is nothing he can't do. He's even the top 1 on campus. Very rarely is he seen getting anything under an A+. Despite everyone constantly praising him and falling at his feet, he remained humble.

Just like any other day, you enter the building with books in your hands. You had to return these to the professor after borrowing them for a day. No matter how much you studied, you always remained top 2, and because of that, you were annoyed by River. Of course, it's not his fault that he's the protagonist, but you couldn't help but still feel negatively towards him. Going up the many many stairs, you overhear a girl yelling, maybe at a guy? You're not sure what kind of situation it is, but you guess it is a fight between a couple. "You never even spend time with me! Am I not enough!? Destiny binded us together, and yet here you are, doing nothing to please me, your girlfriend!", it sounded like Aria, the protagonist's main love interest. "Aria, well how would I be able to spend time with you when I feel nothing towards you", River says with a nonchalant tone, shocking you a bit, you've never heard him using that tone before. You stop in your tracks, right in front of the door, where you can hear Aria yelling at him. "Y-you...what!?", you can hear Aria say in disbelief. "H-how is that even possible! I'm who you're supposed to be with, I complete you, I'm your other half!", even without being able to see her, you can tell she's tearing up, probably with a red face. Though despite her crying, you don't hear River comforting her. Which is again, very out of character for him.

Next thing you know, you hear a very loud slap accompanied by running sound towards the door. Before you could even react, the door swings white open, a blonde haired girl running out of the room, knocking you down in the process. You stare at the direction she runs to. "Who are you, why did you eavesdrop", you turn back to River, looking down at you, glaring, even. His once gentle eyes seem to be clouded. You don't even recognize him. "[N-Name]", you gulp, you felt as if the man in front of you was going to eat you whole if you said the wrong thing. "[Name]..? I've heard of you, the top 2, right?", he asks in an almost curious but borderline mocking tone. You remain seated on the floor, books scattered everywhere. "Are you not going to explain yourself?", he raises an eyebrow, walking towards you. Taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of there, you quickly grab the books and try to run off, only to have your shirt grabbed by the tall guy.

"Running off are we?", he looks at you with a questiong expression, why would you avoid him, he wont eat you, will he? With the clock ticking, both of you know that soon, this hall will be packed with students, fortunate for you, unfortunate for him. He doesn't want you to go before he can pry some information out of you.

Thinking of a plan, he quickly drags you to the room, shutting the door behind him so you won't be able to run out without him stopping you mid-way. With his hands crossed, he asks you once more, "Why were you eavesdropping?", his tone even more demanding. "I was on my way to the professor's office, I just overheard some things. Can I go now?", you give a quick explanation, wanting to get out of this situation as quick as possible. Though, he wouldn't allow it. "How much did you hear?", "not much, please let me go now," you walk towards the door, turning the door handle only to see it's locked. It shouldn't be. The door can only be locked from the inside, and by the looks of things, River didn't have time to lock the door.

[System: Love Quest]

In order to proceed, please engange in intercourse.

And just as the system suddenly appeared in their face, a percentage bar appeared in the corner of the room and it stood tall, at 0%. With one look, the both of you knew what it wanted. "What the fuck!?", you yell, looking at the window and then at the protagonist who clearly isn't phased. He only sighs, rolling his eyes, as if he was annoyed by this notification. "This shit again", he whispers, loud enough for you to overhear on accident. He's gone through this before..? is what you were thinking. You've almost never gotten a window from the system, let alone one with any sexual themes. If River wasn't shocked, that means it's probably a common occurrence for him.

The two of you stare at one another for an uncomfortable period of time. As if time stopped for a moment. "This is getting real annoying", he says, sighing and stepping towards you. You back away until your back is pressed on the door making you unable to escape as he grabs your chin, lifting it up and looking at you. "You'll make do", he says before pressing his lips onto yours. Out of shock, you try to push him off, wanting to yell at him. How could he, a protagonist, be kissing someone like you? You're what others would perceive as not worthy of being in his presence let alone be kissing him. Yet here you are, getting your mouth explored by the man himself. Your eyes were opened from shock but you closed it after a few seconds, wanting to savour this moment. His hand made its way to your cheek. He was very gentle with both his hand and lips, making you lean into his touch. Before long, you felt as if you were running out of breath, how long can he even kiss you for!? Fortunately for you, he let go of the kiss, panting and trying to catch his breath after that incredible make out session. "We're not done yet", he says, pointing out the elephant in the room which is the percentage bar which still stands tall at 0%, no progress has been made, making the room inaccessible from the outside. The doors being magically locked also kept anyone from getting out before the goal was met. You knew you had no other choice but to do this in order to get out, as much as you were annoyed by the guy as a student, you couldn't deny his charm, the way his eyes looked into yours, the way his grazed his thumb over your lips. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for him? Anyone would die to be you at this very moment.

Without any hesitation, you managed to gather the courage to pull him into another kiss, you could feel him smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. Moving his hands to your hips, trailling down to your clothed butt. Gropping and fondling it before he eventually unzips your pants, letting them slide down to your ankles. Leaving your bottoms almost bare if not for your briefs covering your private part. "Ahm...agh", the both of you moaned into the intense kiss before letting go. "You're a good kisser", you comment, gasping for air once more. He smirks, "of course, I'm not the protagonist for nothing", he chuckles a bit. You felt hands slipping into your briefs, making its way to your ass, gripping it even more now. He really seems to be enjoying gropping you. You felt his fingers move closer and closer to your hole before he inserts a finger into you, causing you to grip his arms in shock. "A-agh..!", you let out a surprised moan, his finger wiggling around, trying to get your hole to relax a bit, "you're so tense, [Name], loosen up a little", his inserted another finger, making you unable to keep your composure no matter how much you try to.

You feel his fingers thrusting into you, as if trying to get you to cum from his fingers alone. His long and slender fingers were quite deep in you. It wasn't long before he added another finger. And now that three fingers are going in and out of your hole, you feel as if you're aboit to reach your climax. You close your eyes, moaning loudly. He took notice to this and immediately stopped his fingers as if knowing you were about to cum. You're now puzzled by his actions, why did he stop? "I don't want you cumming from just my fingers, that wouldn't be fun now would it?", you then hear the sound of pants unzipping, realizing it was from him. He pulled his hard cock out of his briefs. You stared at it for a while before he snapped you back to reality, "eyes up here, angel", he teased, giving you a pet name while he was at it. "What? Have you never seen a cock this big?", you definitely haven't. It wasn't just long, just looking at the girth of it made you shiver a bit, how will that even fit. It was befitting of a protagonist, he's perfect in every way, even in his physical attributes. "Enough staring, angel", he says as he suddenly picks your legs up. You instinctively put your arms around him tightly so you don't end up falling, "hey!", you yell, this wasn't a pleasant surprise, you could've fallen, "relax, you're quite light", he is very strong afterall, he's joined almost every single sport available at this point.

You decide to put your trust in him, he's able to hold you up for over a minute now, there's no way he'll suddenly drop you, that'd ruin the moment on top of you getting hurt. After the shock wore off, you notice something poking at your hole, "hm..?", you let out a hum of confusion, turning your head down only to see his cock at your entrance, wanting to be inside you. "Are you ready to be filled up like you've never had before?", the now cocky-like protagonist asks with a slight chuckle at the end. You nod and immediately feel his cock thrust up inside of you, almost halfway in already. He grunts at how tight you are despite him having prepared your sweet little hole for his cock beforehand. Trying his best to get his cock all the way into your hole as you moan out in pain and pleasure, "relax why don't you?", he gives a teasing smile. Leaning in for a kiss, he manages to get you to relax and without another word, thrusts the rest of his cock into you, shocking you once more. You accidentally bite his lip in the process, drawing a bit of blood. "Agh!", he pulls back, tapping his finger on his lip and seeing that blood is coming out of the wound. He focuses on you once more, as if signifying he's about to move. You give a slight nod and he starts to thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually at first. "You're really warm inside", he comments while thrusting into you, looking into your eyes as you manage to keep them open.

After a while of the sensual and slow fucking, he gets tired of it, wanting to thrust into you quicker. And so, he does as he wants. Thrusting into you quicker this time, rougher. You close your eyes and tighten the grip on his upper back, scratching his skin through his shirt. Your moans are no longer considered quiet, you're full on moaning your head out. That was before you realized the bell had rung, students were on their way to class and they'd pass by this specific room. You bite your lip in order to muffle out the moans, keeping it somewhat quiet in order to not get caught. River on the other hand, didn't like this one bit. He wants to hear your delicious and sweet moans, you should let them out for him to hear. "Stop biting your lip, angel, let me hear you", something in his voice made you want to obey his words, and for some reason, you find yourself no longer biting your lip, now you're just letting it all out, moaning and crying out for him.

The faster he went, the more you felt like you were about to reach your climax. He also seemed to be close. The both of you sweating, moaning, grunting. "I'm, agh, gonna cum...!", he says as he shoots his load all in you, coating your inner walls with his seed, some even dripping out. At that moment, you also came, releasing your juice all over your stomach. With the two of you now panting and gasping for air, River carries you to a nearby table, letting the two of you rest for a while. Just then, the door swings wide open, "Who the fuck was making all that noise!?", a teacher yells into the room, seemingly staring straight at them. The teacher looks around in confusion, "huh...I was so sure there was someone here...", He then turns his heels and walks back out, closing the doors on his way. You who were covering your face due to this, looked in the direction the teacher was in confusion, "did..he not see us..?", you ask River, to which he replies, "the system did that, probably", as if the system heard the man, it dings and the both of you turn your heads towards the bar of percentage now sitting at a solid 30%, "huh? 30%?", you say out loud in even more confusion, "it wants us to have sex and get it up to 100%", River says without missing a beat, "ready for round two?"

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"Agh..! To..oo big, ahghh...", you try to say in-between moans, overstimulated by his cock and the way he bites your nipples. "You're taking me so well", at least he's enjoying it, a lot. You even wonder if he has an infinite stamina, but of course your thoughts were drowned by the time he came in you for the third time. How many rounds has it even been? The bar has been stuck at 99% for so long, when will this end..You're so overstimulated at this point, River's cock has been relentlessly fucking you dumb. You can't even think anymore, nor can you let out any coherent words. It's been at least a couple of hours since the both of you started this, why hasn't it ended. Your cheeks are wet, wet from the tears which had been and are still rolling down your face. He loves witnessing your debauchery. Your clothes have been discarded to the side by now, you don't know where but they're on the floor somewhere. His thrusts get faster and faster, you didn't even know he could go this fast but here he is, fucking you with inhuman speed. "C'mon..ah..come with me, my angel...agh", he moans and grunts while saying this. Then his thrusts stop and you feel even more liquid filling your already over-filled hole, making it impossible to be kept inside and most of it dripping out your hole and onto the floor which has a pool of both yours and his cum. At that very moment, you feel your whole body give out as your vision blurs until you eventually black out.

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What happened in the room stayed in the room. Your life went on as usual, the normal schedule. Though, one thing has definitely changed. That is the fact that you are now dating the protagonist despite still having the role of a 'background character' . Everyone was shocked but learned to accept it. Who are they to defy the protagonist's wishes? One person in particular wasn't happy about this. None other than his ex, Aria. Everyone saw that coming from a mile away, though, so nobody paid her any mind. After that, River took any and every class you took. Science? You'd see him sit there with an empty seat next to him, looking up at you and asking with a big smile, "come! Sit here, angel!", while patting the seat next to him to signal for you to sit. PE? He'd always get you into his team no matter what. No matter how bad the other team wanted you on theirs, they'd never have you as you now belong to River. Being in the same class as you had its advantages. That is, being able to fuck you in class without anyone noticing. To be frank, the both of you found it out on accident. It was during class when the both of you got a new love quest. You thought of leaving the class to finish but the system didn't let you. It wanted the both of you to do it at that very moment. When he took the initiative and pulled your shirt up to bite your nipples, not a single student nor the teacher had any reaction, it was as if the both of you were protected by an invisible bubble that allowed the quest to take place. That, combined with the fact the teacher couldn't see the both of you the first time, confirmed your suspicions that they were indeed unable to see you.

From that day forward, the two of you almost always got a love quest every single day of school. The session would last at least 2 hours, leaving both of you a hot sweaty mess once it was over and done with. You'd always be embarrassed and extra tight during these. The way you felt eyes on you, it was as if they could see you, but in reality, they really can't. You'd tighten up at the thought of them watching you, making River grunt even more due to your tightness. He'd smirk and ram even harder into you once this happens. "Naughty boy, you get off to the thought of people watching, huh?", he'd always tease you. These love quests would be random, though. Despite it happening every day, the two of you could never predict when it'd occur. It could be very early in the morning, in class, or even during an activity. It was always random, so why would you always see River getting hard even before the love quest appear...? It's probably nothing. You're just paranoid.

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Apologies for the wait. My schedule's been real hectic lately. This is not proofread, so please excuse the probably many mistakes/typos!

I hope you enjoyed it! If you have any questions/reqs, please do send them my way!<3

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darling2411 · 2 months ago

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Sport‘s car

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the final phase of Lando’s plan to bring you and Charles together

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: kissing, smut ( sex in a car kinda public, p in v)

Part one Part two

ⓘ took a while to get here but I’ve finally written the sport’s car inspired fic I’ve been thinking about for a while 😭 go me ig.

Mission help Charles and you to get together was in full motion.

Tonight when you and all the others would go out to celebrate Pierres Birthday in one of Monaco's famous nightclubs Landos plan would find it’s final phase.

He planned for you and Charles to spend as much time as possible alone. The tension was going to be unbearable and one of you just had to snap. Lando was sure it would all work out.

It had to.

He saw how miserable Charles was after the break up with his last girlfriend; it had really broken him. He swore off women after and you were the first one he showed interest in in so long. And Kika had told Lando how unlucky you were with the men where you lived, but with Charles? It seems as if luck was finally on your side.

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“ I told you, you would cave first baby” Charles says with a smug grin on his face.

You roll your eyes and shove him away from you. But Charles only pulls you in closer and places a sweet kiss on your lips. “ I get to take you on a date now. Are you exited ? Because I really am” You laugh at the boyish grin on his face and the pure look of male satisfaction.

Are you mad that you lost the bet and won’t be allowed to drive his car? Yes a little but the kiss was so worth it.

The way all that pent up tension melted away the minute your lips connected with his was heavenly. The way he kissed you back like a starving male makes your head spin by only thinking about it.

And if you really give it some thought you still won. You gotta kiss the Charles Leclerc and now he takes you on a date. There couldn’t really be anything better.

Above you in one of the lounges Carlos and Lando were observing the whole thing.

“Yeah you know what this is “Lando says to Carlos, “this is the start of his best and final love story and I played the main part. “ He giggles like a maniac and Carlos is really concerned for his mental health but chooses to stay silent for everyone's sake.

After the two of you said your goodbyes to everyone you left and Charles asks if you would want to go on this date right away. “ What do you mean?” He sheepishly tells you that he hoped you would cave first and already planned ahead. Impressed you kiss his cheek and tell him that you would love to spend the rest of your night with him. When he grins you slap him on the shoulder smiling and say “ I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!”

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Charles opens the car door to his iconic 488 Ferrari Pista spider and helps you get in. He is being the perfect gentleman, his actions a complete contrast to the thoughts that were racing through his mind.

You are wearing some cute jeans that look as if they are painted on your body and the only thing he can think about is peeling them off of you.

After making sure you buckled up your seatbelt he closed the door and walks to the driver side of his sports car.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask curiously.

“ That’s gonna be a surprise, pretty girl.” Charles answers and he lets his hand rest on your thigh, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

The drive feels as if it is going on forever and you keep thinking that monaco isn’t big enough for the drive to be so long.

Just as you are about to ask, Charles turns onto a road that will lead you up a hill to an overlook of Monaco. His favourite place. He had told you about it before and the thought of him deciding to bring you here let a weird feeling make itself now inside of you that you couldn't pinpoint yet.

“ We are here”

Getting out of the car Charles takes your hand and pulls you along with him. Coming to a stop not that far away.

“This is my favourite place. I can see over the whole of Monaco here and whenever I’m stressed or don't feel as if I'm enough I come here and see that my worries are so little compared to everything else.” He smiles fondly and you squeeze his hand.

“ That’s beautiful Charles. Thank you for sharing this with me. I feel honoured.” you say and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

You continue to talk about anything and nothing at all.

Wandering along a little path, Charles pulls you into him and tells you how grateful he is that you're here with him. Your presence makes him happy and in return you tell him that he makes you happy too and he blushes like a boy whose crush just told him that she likes him too.

When it seems as if there's nothing else to talk about and you swear you have seen all the stars in the sky he ushers you back to the car.

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The two of you get in and you are just about to ask what he wants to do now when Charles leans over to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan at the feel of his lips on yours.

If you weren’t sitting you would swear you would go weak in the knees. His hands are tangled in your hair and you wished you could press your body closer to his. As if reading your mind Charles pulls you into his lap, over the middle console so you two can share one seat.

He kisses you as if he needs your lips like his lungs need air. The kiss is all consuming. His and your heart beat frantically but still in rhythm with one another. Like a secret dance only your hearts are a part of.

You open your mouth for him and he slips his tongue inside, exploring as if he hasn't kissed you before, as if he has to make sure he memorizes every little part of you. As if he would lose you tomorrow.

His hands glide down your body, igniting your flesh wherever they touch. You can't help the moan that escapes you when one of his hands slips under your shirt and squeezes one of your breasts. Charles is glad that the window isn’t rolled down, because the way you sound is for his ears only.

The way you whimper when he kisses the spot under your jaw that turns your insides into mush or how you get all breathy when he pushes his hips up lightly into yours.

He especially enjoys the way you moan when he lets his hand wander into your jeans, slides your panties aside and plunges two fingers into your wet heat.

“Oh Charles” you moan and he can't help the way he grinds his erection into you. “What is it, cherie? Do you like my fingers in you mmh?”

“Uhhh, yes.” , your eyes roll into the back of your head when he finds that spot. “ But I’m sure I would enjoy something else more.”you murmur. His thumb circles your clit and you press down on his painful hard-on making him groan your name.

He smirks at you and the next time he speaks his voice drops. “Oh yeah, pretty girl? You want my cock? Want me to impale you on it and make you feel good?”

You nod and moan out his name. Charles fingers speed up and you are almost able to taste that sweet release.

“You look so pretty like this baby”

“Charles I'm so close “ you whimper “ Oh I know I can feel you clenching around me”, your jaw slackens, and with a flick of his thumb over your clit you come undone.

“You’re mesmerizing when you let go for me.” he gently guides you through your high “So beautiful” he murmurs while slipping his fingers out of you and licking them clean. He can't help but groan at the sweet taste of you.

After you calmed down you pull him in for a kiss. In contrast to the ones shared before this one isn’t fast and filled with need. It’s slow. Intimate. And when you part the both of you are blushing slightly. Looking into each other's eyes as if they hold the answers to all your questions.

The sweet bubble you’re in bursts when you move slightly and you brush up against Charles' erection. Immediately the mood changes and you rock against him.

“You either fuck me or do it on your own while youre looking at me.” you groan.

And Charles doesn’t need to be told twice.

He hoists you up and pulls his pants down in one go. You struggle to get out of your jeans thinking that they definitely weren't the smartest choice. When you're finally bare and he got a condom out of a glove apartement, you sink down on him slowly. Groaning in unison when your pelvis meets his.

“ God you’re so tight mon amour.” Charles pants into your neck.

You mumble something incoherently and he chuckles,” Already getting dumb on my cock angel?” that makes your eyes roll back and all you can do is moan and whimper as he begins to move you up and down on his dick. His face is on your neck, kissing, sucking and marking your skin while your fingers grab his hair pulling every now and then, making him moan.

“ You’re squeezing me so tight.” he groans, “ are you about to come beautiful?”

Yes yes yes you think but no sound escapes your lips other than a whimper of his name.

The feeling of him inside of you is heavenly and you’re so glad you gave in first.

Charles pulled out just to rock back into you a little further, grunting and moaning your name and muttering about how good you feel.

When he makes you come for the second time, Stars explode behind your closed eye lids while pure pleasure consumes your body.

He follows closely, filling the condom and moaning your name. “ God you're perfect mon amour.”

“I think this was my favourite ride I’ve ever been on,” you mumble and Charles laughs. Taking your face into his hands he leans in and kisses you softly.

"Yeah?"

“Yeah, but I also really like your sports car.”

He smiles softly and replies” I like it even more now Mrs. We-can-share-one- seat.” he nuzzles your nose with his and a lovesick grin plays on your lips.

“ You wanna get out of here and get something to eat?

“ Yeah but boy don’t make me choose.”

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ⓘ so I’m not the biggest fan of the ending but this is as good as it gets. Let me now what you think!!!

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velvetdolor · 8 days ago

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𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅. | 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒾 𝒮𝒶𝓃

genres: drabble, best friends to lovers to idiots, fluff, mutual pining, comedy.

pairings: best friend! san x best friend! reader

wc:1k (unedited)

—synopsis: choi san’s been smitten since he’s first laid eyes on you playing in the sandbox; in other words—he’s loved you for as long as he can remember. all is well until you find the resolve to try and move on from the feelings he doesn’t know you have, and he’s faced with a choice: lose the girl of his dreams forever or finally step up and end the friendship.

warnings: san’s a little bit (very) obsessed. something sweet.

San’s foot taps anxiously against the floor as he waits in the cafe for you. A sudden message startled him awake despite it’s simplicity

“You wouldn’t believe who just asked me out.”

It was casual, appalled—interested.

Since when did you care about boys? You hated them for as long as he could remember and now you’re suddenly not vomiting at the thought of letting one take you out on a date again? After all of the guys you allowed to try and hated? He could practically hear the strange interest in his head as the words he read in your voice echoed. He was queasy.

Why did he wait so long to get a chance then? It’s not that he played the long game with only the intention of sticking around until you were ready. Maybe even hoping he could ease his way in after a sudden realization dawns on you that it’s been actually been him all along and you coincidentally spend the rest of your lives together—you know, the usual. Nothing big.

It wasn’t hard to love you—not when you were an extension of one another and the definition of two peas in a pod. It seemed like everyone knew he was in love with you except you.

He plops his foot down, man spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees to ponder. Gazing at the entrance of the cafe with a newfound determination burning in his sharp eyes. An old woman flinches after catching sight of him—frightened by the murderous, dark energy he emitted.

There’s no way in hell he’s gonna get beaten by some newbie.

It’s been a long journey to keep you single, and deliciously isolated—always within his reach. San played the loving best friend to perfection, squeezing a guys hand just a bit too tightly whenever you introduced a new boyfriend, all while wearing that bright, harmless smile. He asserted quiet dominance in the subtlest ways: an arm slugged around your shoulders, a thumb brushing food from your lips, laughter drawn from you deeper and easier than anyone else could manage. And always, that knowing smile—because the poor guy would be gone by morning, and somehow, you never saw it coming. San would wake up refreshed without another worry until the next unlucky dude showed up. Nonetheless, he’s always come out victorious.

You’ve never liked boys all that much but you tried dating them. After being broken up with so much, you were tired out—never fully emotionally present to begin with; cringing whenever you had to get used to holding their hands, and squeezing your eyes shut as they leaned in to kiss you for the first time. It was hard to interest you and apparently it was hard for you to keep someone around long enough to even try and fall in love.

Loving San was as easy as breathing— it was an everyday thing, really. Your attempts at dating other people to try and get over your unrequited love only made it worse; always ending the night in San’s arms, comfortably cuddled up and watching all of your favorite comfort movies he knows by heart. Half of your closet were clothes that weren’t yours, stolen hoodies you dreaded washing because you wanted to keep his scent around you, at the very least.

And so you did as others would: try your best to find the equivalent or forget about the love entirely. You weren’t even sure if San was even remotely interested in women and you wondered at times if he hid a secret relationship with Wooyoung from you until he was ready to come out.

Breathing in, you stop in front of the cafe door, rubbing your hands on the rough material of your jeans anxiously.

You know the routine by heart. Smile, tell San about the hotshot musician who messaged you after running into him at a local show, and talk about how you’re already smitten with him to manifest actually loving him someday if anything could come out of it.

Pushing the door open, a small chime alerts San as you breezed in, practically bubbling with excitement.

Oh god, you’re smiling.

Another man actually made you this happy.

Fuck no.

“…hey sweetie.” San’s iconic half moon smile makes your heart throb, and you don’t catch how he pushes the words out with gritted teeth, a small vein protruding from his forehead.

You side hug him, grinning when he kisses the side of your face. You’ll take the crumbs as they come.

Sliding into the booth, you turn to order your usual but San interrupts—knowing it by heart, confidently smoothing out even the strange specifics.

You lean towards him and squeeze your palms together

“So—you remember Yunho, right? The guy who used to walk around campus with a guitar? I happened to run into him by coincidence at the usual bar, and well, he’s kind of making it big. He gave me a ticket to go see his show, backstage and everything. I got a message last night and I think he wants to take me out after it.” You’re jittery, lashes fluttering—the whole nine yards.

And it’s a fucking HIPPIE, this time. A ballsy one at that.

He swore internally, remembering Yunho quite well, actually. Specifically how he tried to chase him off after he asked a couple of mutuals about you, and he lied to him about you being a lesbian. The dude couldn’t take a hint and said it was all speculation anyway—a total puppy who couldn’t feel even a crumb of the pure maliciousness exuding from San during the brief conversation.

You feel like vomiting. The amount of bullshit falling from your lips makes you queasy. San’s tense shoulders go over your head completely, and you don’t even register what words are actually falling from your lips.

San’s eyes are spinning. The girl of his dreams is ranting about some frustratingly tall dude (with a sickeningly pretty face) who sings about world peace with a guitar in desperate need of getting tuned.

Before he could even register the words falling from his lips, he bubbles out, absolutely exhausted from the decades of chasing your shadow

“I’ve loved you since the day I was born.”

He almost shit himself. There’s no fucking way he just said that.

Your heart sky rockets, eyes blinking owlishly at him, appalled.

“Huh?” You jump, leaning forward with wonder.

“Huh?” He replies, leaning back in disbelief.

There’s a couple of beats that follow before he corrects himself.

“Since the sandbox actually. But that’s like, the equivalent of the beginning of my life since I don’t remember anything before that, yanno.” He avoids your eyes, stuttering the words out gruffly.

You almost feel like you’ve reached peak enlightenment, floating above your physical body after achieving the greatest feat. of your life, before it crashes down.

“I thought you were gay.” You slap a hand over your mouth, astounded that your filter completely escaped you.

San’s head whips towards you, finally meeting your eyes with a shriek

“You thought I was GAY????”

“W-well, you know, you and Wooyoung are awfully…close.” You try to defend your statement, recalling the hands on his hips and the nights you spent thinking about San possibly bottoming.

It wasn’t a bad visage.

“No— you idiot. I’ve been in love with you this entire time, for my entire life!” He’s panting the words out, shooting up from his seat before he goes red from head to toe at the appalled and nosy onlookers of the cafe. When he meets their eyes, they clear their throats before turning away, still straining to hear the rest of the conversation with clear interest.

“And I’ll be damned before I lose you to some, one-hit wonder hippie.” You gasp at his words.

“That’s so mean????” Your jaw drops, distracted by the content of his words, momentarily forgetting the ground shaking confession.

“I don’t give a single fuck if it’s mean! Do you know how many dudes I’ve chased off in my life? How evil I’ve had to be to try and clear the path so that you’d have no choice but to marry me, and have beautiful babies who look like a perfect mixture of us?” He’s babbling, letting out the unfiltered thoughts that have haunted him for years.

Your hand grabs his, pausing him from his rambling with a soft smile on your face, completely ignoring the red flags that waved valiantly in your face. It’s all a green light from here.

“I love you.” He settles down, melting back into his seat. Puppy eyed, a little evil— perfect. San wants to send a barrage of questions but opts to sit in this moment, knowing there’s only truth in your eyes.

“Let’s end the friendship?” You lean forward, clutching his hand, smiling at your best friend.

“Who says the friendship has to end? You won’t need a new best friend if you have me, and I’ll be the only guy you need around.” He huffs, before standing up.

You hold hands on your way out, red, shy—both looking to the opposite direction with a smile on your face.

Authors note: I wrote this in like ten minutes. Needed to push out something sweet from my drafts after writing Cherub’s Waltz. LMAOOO

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amiratheangel · 1 month ago

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teenager clay taking reader out on a date to the fair (it's his first date and he's hardly ever outside so he's like 🧍🏼‍♂️what do we even do) idk

THIS SIDE OF PARADISE

c.beresford x fem!reader

— in which clay takes you out for a cute date ⊹ ࣪ ˖

CLAY BERESFORD didn’t really do “dates”. in fact, he had never really shown interest in a girl. he didn’t have a reason for a girlfriend; he had his mom and that was all he needed. until he met you.

freshman year, a new fancy school with a load of rich snobs alongside him. it was scary, so scary that he accidentally bumped into you and spilled his orange juice all over your freshly pressed blouse.

“i’m so sorry!” he squeaks out in all of his 15 year old awkwardness. “here, let me help.” he gets some napkins and makes a very poor attempt at cleaning your shirt, knocking your juice onto the floor and on your skirt in the process.

“it’s fine, don’t worry.” you laugh, shaking your head. “i’ll just get some fresh uniform from my dorm, yeah? don’t sweat it.” you say coolly, giving him a sweet smile then going off to your boarding house to change.

ever since that unlucky day, you two had been practically attached at the hip. not willingly at fist, it took a bit of getting used to, especially because he hadn’t had many friends that were girls before.

two years of hidden feelings, stolen glances and lingering touched led you here. in a loud, crowded carnival. he had asked you out a week before this and suggested coming here- which he was slowly, but surely regretting- because he knew that boys liked to win girls prizes. at least that’s what he knew from the moves.

“so, uh, what do you wanna do?” he asks, looking around nervously. there were clowns blowing ballon animals, little kids running around and screaming, and adults who were more interested in their drinks than looking after their own children. not to mention the assortment of fried foods making his head spin all at once. he wasn’t sure if it was having you hold his hand or if it was all of the greasy scents mixed together.

“come on, let’s go to the ferris wheel!” you gush, hanging off his arm.

“f-ferris wheel?” he stammers, his face glowing bright red. he knew what couples did on ferris on ferris wheels.

the suns rays were disappearing behind the horizon line, creating the perfect romantic atmosphere. clays butterflies were increasing by the seconds, the fluttery feeling never leaving his stomach.

“two people, please.” you say to the ride opterator, handing him five dollars. clay shakes his head. “let me, y/n.” he insists, taking another five dollars and handing to him first.

the operator lets you into a compartment, making sure you’re all okay and safe before starting the ride again. the carts were squeaky, the paint was chipped and the lights on the side were either two bright or too warm for his liking.

“wow, look at this view.” you gasp, fingers reaching for his hand shyly, taking it in yours and caressing his skin with your thumb.

“so beautiful.” he replies, his ocean blue eyes on you the whole time. to him, you were everything. his best friend, the most precious being in the whole world. “i r-really like you, you know?” he admits once you get to the very top. it was just starting to feel like a moment when the ride jammed to a holt. don’t tell me this is stuck, he thought, mentally cursing himself for confessing.

“i really like you, too.” you smile back at him, shuffling closer and placing a hand on his cheek, turning his pretty face toward yours. his heart fluttered, he didn’t dare speak to ruin the atmosphere. warm and loving, something he craved from someone like you.

of course, he froze. he had barely spoken to girls who weren’t you or his mom before, he had no idea how to kiss at all. the butterflies swirled around faster than before, making him feel ill.

“don’t be scared.” you whispered. “it’s fine. i like you, you like me.” you reassure him before leaning in, leaving the most subtle and gentlest of kisses on his lips.

clays eyes widen at the feeling, he almost doesn’t register that it happened until it actually did. “wait- let me try that again.” this time, he leaned in and kissed you, soft and slow, taking his time to really melt into it.

the lights shone on his face, making him look even more beautiful in the glow of the twilight haze. in this moment, it seemed nothing could be as perfect as this.

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wwinterwitch · 1 month ago

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girl next door – bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky's feeling so lonely that he developed a little obsession with a camgirl, unaware that she's his neighbor

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!camgirl!reader

word count: 14.6k

tags: SMUT (like a lot!! but there's also plot), kinda loser!bucky at first, camgirl stuff (let's pretend i know how it works), m and f masturbation on and off camera, mentions of porn, dirty talk, alpine makes an appearance, bucky is dumb because he could've easily recognized you tbh, fear of catching feelings, overthinker!reader i guess, pet names (doll, baby), kinda softdom!bucky (he's sweet and shy sometimes but oh so sexy), kinda sub!reader, body worship, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, protected p in v (just the pill tho), awkwardness, a pinch of fluff

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated!

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It all starts on a casual Friday night.

Most people would be celebrating the arrival of the weekend, doing or planning something fun. But not Bucky. Oh, no, not him. He's far too worried about other things. His own way of…celebrating.

It’s important to make one thing cristal clear: he doesn’t have an issue. It's not like he has an addiction or anything. However, he does enjoy masturbating from time to time. Every guy does it. It's fine. Perhaps Bucky enjoys it a little too much, but it's not an obsession by any means.

He also enjoys watching porn when he does it. Again, nothing wrong with that. Completely normal. It just gets him in the mood. He has a few preferred selections that really get him going, having perfected his list of porn videos to fit his precise likes. The ones that fit all his requirements to get really turned on. The ones that make bursting in his hand...as satisfactory as a handjob can get.

It's not like a handjob isn't phenomenal. He loves it! But sometimes he wishes he could have someone to help him out from time to time. It’s been a while since he’s had sex with someone, so logically he’d find himself missing that sort of intimacy from time to time. Is it too lame of him to admit he wants to be accompanied by someone else rather than the actors featured in the movies he watches?

The only problem is that Bucky doesn’t really have the energy for all of that, because it means having a level of socializing that he just doesn’t have. He tried online dating for a while, and although it did help him find a few casual hook ups here and there, he eventually got bored of it. Going to a bar all by himself is not an option either because it only makes him feel like a creep. And there’s absolutely no way he’ll ask Sam or Joaquín to join him, because he knows the consequences of that.

But he just found a literal goldmine tonight.

Usually, he doesn't pay any attention to the ads that pop up in the porn sites he regularly visits, but this time one of them piqued his interest when he read the large banner with neon red letters: FEELING LONELY? LET A SEXY CAMGIRL CHANGE YOUR LIFE NOW!

It's as if the universe is answering all of his prayers. A girl live streaming herself for the viewers' pleasure? Now, that's something that might interest him. The spontaneity of it all. The fact that someone is right there at the same time with him, even if it's through the camera. It might help provide what he's looking for with barely any effort from his part. And if it doesn’t help, at least he gave it a try.

He signs up to the website almost immediately, looking through the profiles of the girls that were streaming at the time. That's when he found you.

First thing that catches his eye is your profile photo. You, looking back at him with sinful eyes, wearing a baby pink lingerie set. Unlucky for him, he's unable to make much of your face, hidden behind a white bunny mask that prevents him from knowing what you actually look like aside from your body.

But he doesn’t really need to know how you look to already feel like he knows you. The answer to all of his prayers. He was meant to see this ad tonight and find you. The unbelievably hot girl with the bunny mask.

Without thinking twice, he paid for the required subscription to your profile in order to have access to all of your content– a private gallery filled with photos of you and the privilege to access your streams with zero restrictions.

He clicks on the icon with the little camera that has a red light on it, entering your livestream. There's quite a few people watching, some leaving comments on a live chat or sending you various donations.

Bucky's practically unable to take his eyes off you. You’re wearing the bunny mask you were also wearing in that photo, currently posing for the camera as you show off a new dress you bought a few days ago, making sure to show your ass to the camera, leaning just enough to show your lace underwear.

You've got to be the hottest woman he has ever seen, from the way you carry yourself on camera, to the way you're able to keep the audience engaged with your captivating personality– not to mention he finds your body incredibly attractive too. And your voice...holy shit. Your sweet and angelic voice is enough on its own to make him painfully hard already.

The stream continues. Bucky watches as you take a seat on your pink desk chair, adjusting the camera to a good angle before you start removing your dress, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Oh, you like my panties? Thank you so much,” you read a comment out loud, smirking playfully as you show them off. “I'm sure none of you will be sad when I take them off, though.”

Bucky can't help it– you're so hot, it's like he's incapable of physically handling it. He hears you read a few more comments while he quickly works to get rid of his pants and boxers, leaning back on his bed again as he keeps his eyes glued to his laptop.

His hand wraps around his cock just as you begin trailing your hands down your body, almost taunting the viewers because they have no way of touching you right now. It's like you're a goddess, fully aware that you deserve to be worshipped. And if that’s the case, he's completely devoted to you and you alone.

Before he knows it, you’re removing your bra for the audience. He’s seeing your naked tits for the first time and he's absolutely in love with them already. The thought of being able to hold them in his hands before putting one inside his mouth is just...fuck, it makes him moan out loud as he continues to stroke himself.

He keeps watching, barely keeping it together when you finally take your panties off, casually lifting one leg so it rests on the armrest of the chair, properly exposing yourself to the camera.

Bucky's mouth practically salivates at the sight of your wet pussy fully on display for him. It’s a mystery how he doesn’t come as soon as he’s hearing you moan for the very first time when your fingers start circling around your clit. It's heaven. You are his heaven. Everything he's been looking for and more.

He spends his Friday night watching you make yourself come with your fingers and a few sex toys, moaning over and over. Watching you orgasm has got to be his new favorite thing in the entire world. Needless to say, he came in his hand until he just didn't have anymore in him to give. It's all for you. Every last drop is for you and you only. His goddess. His heaven. His prayer.

You really are changing his life already.

From that day forward, he never once missed any of your streams. Lucky for him you're consistent with it, showing up from time to time to entertain your viewers. Sometimes you're sitting in your pink chair, others you're relaxing in bed. One time you were in your bathtub.

He loves all of it. All of you. He can't believe he has met someone as perfect as you. As lame as it might be, you’re probably the person he interacts with the most these days…even when you don’t even know he exists. It’s starting to feel as if you're someone he knows in real life.

Well, perhaps you do have some idea of who he is, because a few comments here and there on your live chat might've slipped from his side, eager to catch your attention. He was incredibly pleased when you read some of them out loud, practically addressing him personally. But that’s all the communication he’s had with you.

But then...another treasure. It happened when you were ending one of your lives.

"I know some of you will get very excited with this news," you started, smiling at the camera. "I'm booking a few private calls, in case you're looking for a fun time just the two of us." Your voice is suggestive, but also incredibly sweet. Music to his ears. "You better hurry if you want to get one!"

This is the perfect opportunity to get closer to you. It's great! He can't wait to have a one-on-one interaction with you. The streams are great, of course, but to have the chance to be only you and him…that’s something he's willing to do whatever to get it.

All he needed to do was pay a few extra dollars and submit minimal information about which options of the ones you were offering in your profile fitted his schedule better to have this private session with you with absolutely no distractions. He was able to successfully book his session for next week. Sunday at midnight. From that day forward, it's practically all he could think about.

You're not particularly thrilled to do these private sessions with random men that were subscribed to you, because most of them are a bit (a lot) creepy. Hopefully this time at least one of your bookings is a woman, since they're way more fun to talk to. But still, even when you don’t like the idea that much, you need the extra money and the quickest way to get it are those private conversations.

Just as you predicted, most of the guys that paid for those sessions are middle-aged creeps who just wanted to watch you touch yourself while they watched in silence. Not a single attempt at making some conversation before you get to it. Not one of them asks about how you're doing, or even takes the time to say goodbye to you. Granted, they pay for the sexual content...but a simple 'thank you, have a good night' wouldn't hurt anybody!

This particular day, you only have one session booked at midnight, so you decide to take a few pictures of you before you have to log in, posing at the edge of your bed with your lingerie set. Since you still have half an hour left, you entertain yourself by selecting the exact pictures from your improvised photoshoot that you would like to post tomorrow to keep your profile as active as possible.

Exactly at midnight, you get the notification that your client is already connected and waiting for you. Sitting comfortably on your chair, you fix your hair and your bunny mask before logging in as well, silently hoping that it's a woman this time...

You're met with nothing. Whoever's on the other side of the call has both their camera and microphone off. This is not a good sign. Definitely not a woman or a half-decent guy.

Still, you act like nothing's wrong, smiling up at the camera. “Hello!” you greet cheerfully. A few seconds pass, until you see a message on the chat. Oh my fucking God. They're asking if they have to turn their mic and camera on. “Yeah, I mean...that way I can see and hear you. Of course you don't have to if you don't want to,” you reply, feeling more and more unease about whoever is on the other side of the screen. “I personally think it's more fun that way...but it's completely up to you!”

On the other side, Bucky is absolutely freaking out. He didn’t fully register in his brain that you would expect to see and hear him too! Of course he should've seen that coming. What is the point of having a one-on-one call with someone if you can’t see the other person? How did he completely forget about that little detail?

His apartment is a complete mess, his bed is unmade...shit. You'll think he's some kind of caveman with the way his clothes are scattered around the floor and his sheets are all over the place.

Panicking, he runs outside his room to the living room, knowing that place is a bit more tidy. He throws a few empty beer cans and an empty pizza box from last night to the floor to make room for his laptop on the coffee table. His heart is racing, still hesitating, but he doesn't want to keep you waiting any longer.

He turns his mic and camera on, mortified to see himself on a small rectangle on the left upper corner of his screen. The only thing that gives him some sort of comfort is the smile you offer him when you're finally able to see him.

“Now, that's a lot better!” you comment with a playful giggle. What a sight. He might be a complete weirdo, but holy fuck does his muscles look good with that shirt! And the way he runs his fingers through his hair in order to push it out of his face...

For the sake of professionalism, you decide to leave it at that.

You’re about to talk, but he beats you to it. “I'm so sorry I kept you waiting. I should've known you were supposed to see me as well,” he offers with an apologetic smile, looking genuinely ashamed of that little incident.

Fuck, his voice. “It's okay, no need to worry. I'm assuming this is your first time ever chatting with a camgirl like this then?”

“Uh...it's– well, yeah,” he stutters, feeling embarrassed to reveal his inexperience when it comes to this whole thing. “I found the website like two months ago. I saw your profile and...well, here we are.”

“Here we are,” you repeat with a smile, thinking his awkwardness is somehow endearing. “Well, you paid for this session, so I'm entirely yours for an hour. We'll do whatever you want to do.”

Your comment certainly gets to him, mind flooding with images of what exactly he would do to you if you were here on his couch with him right now. He would spend more than an hour trying to give you exactly what a goddess like you deserves. But as he thinks about voicing any of it, he can't bring himself to it, feeling way too vulnerable now that you can see him. It's just way too personal now. He enjoys it, but it's also incredibly intimidating.

He would really like to have you moaning just for him for an entire hour, but he still wants to be respectful. It doesn't feel right to him to just jump straight into it. It doesn’t feel right to give you instructions based on his own preferences either.

Perhaps he's not made for this.

“Can’t we just...talk a little bit first?”

You’re a bit surprised by this outcome, but you try not to let it show, continuing the interaction as normal instead. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

Bucky shrugs. “Anything, really. How are you?”

He wants to punch himself in the face. How are you? Really? It feels like he's just digging himself an even bigger hole with each word that comes out of his mouth. At least you don't look like you're thinking his question was the most pathetic thing you've heard in your life– he knows for a fact that you’re definitely thinking it, but at least you’re kind enough to hide it.

“I'm alright. I went out for lunch today with a few of my friends.” Taking a brief pause, you notice he doesn’t have much to say, so you decide to continue in hopes to make him feel less nervous. “We're doing this thing where we try a new restaurant every now and then like we're food critics,” it’s all you add, because you’re not really sure how far he's willing to listen to you before he's asking you to take your clothes off.

“That sounds fun. How was it?” he asks, sounding genuinely interested. That rarely ever happens in these private sessions. “What was the final rating?”

“Well, we all agreed that the food is good but a bit expensive. Location is very good too but the place lacked decor and identity. It was overall a seven out of ten.”

“Wow, you really are invested in this.”

His comment makes you laugh. A genuine laugh. “It's becoming a hobby of mine, I think.”

“It's a nice hobby. I can't remember the last time I tried going to a new place to get food. I always visit the same three places.”

“Well, that's good too. It means you're more of a habit kind of guy. Besides, if the food's good, why venture out to other places?”

“Yeah...thing is, I just prefer them for the prices.” He makes you laugh again, which immediately makes him smile. What an achievement it is to make you laugh twice already. “Is it okay if I ask another question?”

“Of course.”

“Why the bunny mask? I mean, I get that you might need it to avoid creeps knowing what you look like, but...is there any meaning behind it?”

For a moment, you genuinely forgot about the mask. The conversation and overall vibe of him is so comforting, it feels like you're just facetiming with a friend. “There's really not much meaning behind it. I just found it at a sex shop and it looked cute so I bought it. It was this or just a regular lace one.”

“I think the other one would've looked good on you too,” he comments, already starting to feel a bit more comfortable. “I mean…I doubt anything would ever look bad on you.”

“Thank you. Aren't you a sweetheart?” you reply with a smirk, voice starting to get slightly more seductive now, sensing he’s easing into it. “Is it okay if I ask you a question now?”

He gets slightly nervous, not sure of what you might ask. He tries to play it cool to avoid looking like a fool again, the image of his mortified face appearing on the screen when he first turned the camera on still haunting him. “Sure.”

“Why did you end up on the website?”

The question stuns him for a minute, thinking about his answer for a bit before clearing his throat. “Uh, to be completely honest...porn just wasn't doing it for me anymore,” he says, feeling incredibly embarrassed once again, but trying to ignore it for the sake of the conversation. “I wanted to explore something new.”

“I see...and what drew you to my profile?”

Bucky smiles shyly, which you think it's the cutest thing ever. “You said ‘a question’,” he points out, making emphasis on the fact that it was supposed to be just one.

“Oh, don't be like that,” you reply with a pout, knowing you'd get your answer anyway. “I'm just curious, that’s all. I wonder what made you want to pay for the privilege of watching me.”

You can tell your words are starting to get to him, judging by the slight shift in his body language. The way his jaw slightly clenches, spreading his legs just enough for you to notice, the nervous fidgeting of his hands...he's trying to keep it together. It's fun, in a way. To see just how much you need to push in order to watch him break.

“I really liked your photo.”

“Yeah? What did you like so much about it?” you push further, eager to see him break and fully relax into this experience. “I can't imagine it was just the bunny mask…”

He can feel himself losing it already. He's getting hard and you've barely even done anything yet. Like any other desperate freak who watches your streams– although, perhaps that's all he really is. A massive freak who enjoys paying to watch a girl touch herself in real time while he masturbates to it.

“You look very hot in it,” he offers, which makes you smirk wider. “And your tits look phenomenal.”

You giggle at the compliment. “They're gorgeous, aren't they?” you ask almost immediately, cupping them with your hands as you begin to gently massage them, noticing the way his eyes darken at the sight of it. “Would you like to see them?”

Silence. He can feel his cock practically twitching inside his trousers. “Yes.”

“Manners, James,” you remind him, and he looks surprised because he wasn’t exactly sure if you even know his name.

He allows himself to breathe, feeling almost frustrated by how turned on he is right now. “Y-Yes, please. I'd really like to see them.”

“Now, that’s much better.”

Pleased with his words, you begin to slowly remove your bra from your body, making sure to take your time with it to make him feel even more desperate for it. You could see it in his face. The way he's becoming more and more impatient as you slide the straps down your arms, making sure the bra stays in place in your chest before completely removing it.

He can't help himself anymore, having to adjust his pants in an effort to make room for his cock inside his clothes. It's practically impossible to ignore the bulge in his pants, immediately making you wonder how he might look with absolutely nothing on his body. The idea already makes your head spin.

“So pretty…” you hear him mutter under his breath as he watches you play with them for his entertainment. “Such gorgeous tits.”

His words make you let out a soft moan, encouraged by his undivided attention to everything that you're doing. As soon as he hears it, his cock is twitching again inside his pants, making him almost grit his teeth because it's just too much. You're too much.

“I can tell you really like them,” you comment playfully, hinting at the massive erection inside his pants. “Why don't you relieve yourself? I bet you're dying to.”

His heart beats fast against his chest, uncertainty invading him momentarily once again. “Can I?”

You can't help but think how adorable he is, even under these circumstances. “Yeah. I want to see what it is that you do to yourself every time you watch me.”

Bucky practically groans at your words, immediately trying to get rid of his pants and boxers before sitting back down on the couch. You watch him, cock hard and thick it almost makes you salivate. It's perfect. Oh, the amount of fun you'd have with him inside your mouth...

The thought alone is making you clench around nothing, also starting to become a bit desperate for this to continue. Still playing with your breasts, another soft moan escapes you when he begins to eagerly stroke himself.

In other circumstances, he would probably be very embarrassed to masturbate in front of someone he barely even knows, but you make him feel oddly comfortable. That, and he's also incredibly turned on. He couldn't possibly wait any longer without proving himself some sort of relief.

Your eyes focus on his hand, moving up and down his thick cock, a series of soft grunts and moans escaping his lips. It's a mesmerizing sight.

“Can you...would you please touch yourself too?” His voice is absolutely desperate, eager to see more of your body.

An innocent smile appears on your face, a hand slowly trailing down your stomach to the edge of your panties. “How can I say no to you when you ask so nicely?” you reply in a playful voice, your hand sneaking underneath your underwear to finally be able to alleviate some of the pent up desire that’s been accumulating in your body.

Bucky moans even louder now, watching you spread your legs, head resting back on the chair as you enjoy the sensation of your fingers rubbing lazy circles over your clit.

“Take them off,” he says, not once stopping to masturbate in front of you. “I need to see.”

You're way too turned on at this point, doing exactly as he says without a playful remark or slow, teasing movements. You stand up from your chair, turning around and making sure that your ass is at the centre of the image as you slide your panties down your legs, hearing Bucky's appreciation in the form of another deep groan.

Taking a seat on the chair again, you waste no time before your hand is in between your legs again. You notice Bucky's hand starts to move faster at the sight of you completely naked for him and him alone. “Fuck, I wish you were here with me tonight…” you hear him mutter under his breath.

“What would you do to me?” you ask immediately, eager to hear him explain exactly what it is he'd do to you if you were sitting next him on that couch.

“I'd put my hands all over your gorgeous body...worship you the way you deserve,” he starts, making you moan out loud as you also begin to imagine what it'd be like to be able to feel his touch. “Play with that sweet pussy until she's nice and ready for my cock...fuck, I'd stay up all night with you...make sure you're satisfied.”

The situation is probably getting a little out of hand, noticing how all your sense of professionalism starts to disappear when he talks like that to you. You almost forget he's a client. That he paid for just an hour of your time and that's it. That you're evidently allowed to enjoy yourself while you work, but always remembering it's just a job. You won't be talking like this again because you have other bookings next week and he needs to pay again for this privilege.

But how could you possibly control yourself when this hot guy is moaning for you while he masturbates on camera, claiming he's willing to spend the entire night fucking you? And how is this the same guy who was barely able to talk to you when the call first started? It’s like you didn’t even notice when he went from the shy, never-done-this kind of guy, to an absolute menace who’s able to talk like that.

His words echo in your head, creating a sinful image in your thoughts that encourage you to slide your fingers inside of you, desperately craving your high. “Fuck, James…” you let out, which makes him completely lose it.

“God, I'd have you scream that over and over...make everyone knows how good I'd fuck you.”

“I bet you'd fuck me nice and hard, huh? Just the way I deserve...you'd do exactly as I please, wouldn't you?”

“Yes...yes, anything you want. I'd treat you like a queen.”

You keep moaning, fingers rubbing fast circles on top of your clit again, feeling like you're getting closer to your orgasm. It's clear to you he's almost there too, breathing slightly ragged and brows furrowing just enough in deep pleasure.

It’s the hottest thing ever. You watch as his legs tremble, a deep moan escaping him as ropes of semen spill out of his cock. He looks like the orgasm is painfully satisfying, consuming him entirely as he throws his head back. The sight alone is enough to make you reach your high too, your entire body shuddering with the waves of pleasure that overtake you.

Then, his eyes focus back on the image of you on his laptop, watching you catch your breath as you adjust your position on your chair again.

“Who knew you'd have such a filthy mouth, James,” you comment jokingly, which makes him chuckle.

“Couldn't help it,” he replies with a light shrug, just then realizing the mess he made around his coffee table. “I, uh...shit, I should probably clean up.”

You can't help but giggle. It's a shame it's time to probably have to say goodbye to him.

“Yeah, I'll probably take a shower before going to bed.”

“Wish I could join you.”

His voice sounds way too soft now, nothing like what it sounded like when he was talking about fucking you all night. “You're cute– incredibly hot, of course, but also very cute.”

He smiles shyly. “Thanks.”

There's a brief pause before you clear your throat. “Well, the hour's up so...we'll have to get going.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure...sure,” Bucky nods, evidently disappointed. “Could I– is it okay if I ask you something?”

He makes you smile again. “Of course.”

“Did you...did you enjoy that? Like, genuinely enjoy that?”

You probably shouldn't answer. It gives you the impression that he's also forgetting this is strictly a one-time thing unless he decides to pay for more. It's a service. You're a camgirl. Not his friend or his girlfriend. Not someone who will be available for him whenever he needs it.

But you couldn't help yourself. “I really did.”

Luckily, he doesn't push any further than that, seemingly pleased with that answer. “Okay. I really enjoyed it too…” he says shortly after, sounding just as awkward as he did at the beginning of the session. “I, uh...hope you have a good night's sleep.”

“You too.”

“And good luck with your future restaurant reviews.”

You giggle, slightly shaking your head. He really is way too cute. “Thank you.”

“Bye.”

Then, the image of you on his laptop disappears. He immediately feels alone once again, debating if this idea of subscribing to a camgirl and getting private calls with her was even a good idea in the first place. Perhaps it'll make him feel worse in the end, especially because he didn’t expect to like you so much.

How is he supposed not to grow any sort of attachment to you? Not only are you smoking hot, but also funny and nice to talk to. Is he really this pathetic that he immediately starts to feel a certain way for a random girl he pays to watch on the internet?Feeling frustrated and confused, he decides to clean up the mess he made and get a quick shower before (hopefully) going to sleep– if he manages to get you out of his mind.

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As soon as you wake up that morning, James is all that you can think about. The memory of him orgasming in front of you will probably be engraved in your brain all day. And it wasn't just the sexual aspect of it...he’s genuinely pleasant to talk to.

Of course you've had clients that you get along with just fine, managing to have a nice conversation before having a bit of fun together. You've had those kinds of interactions with other men and women before. And you have genuinely enjoyed those interactions with those people. But there's just something about him. You feel almost insane for thinking this way, but it's true.

There's just something about James that you can't quite get over.

But the worst thing you can do is to allow yourself to develop a stupid crush on one of your clients, because that's just a recipe for disaster. You're fully aware he pays for a bit of company and you enjoy receiving the money for providing that sort of companionship to someone else online. That's all it is. This is not an online dating situation. You have other clients and he's probably subscribed to other camgirls.

You walked inside your kitchen as you debated what to eat for breakfast. You opt for a bowl of cereal because it’ll be a quick meal to have before getting ready for the day ahead, knowing you have a lot to do– from paying a visit to your mom at lunch to heading over to your campus for your afternoon lectures.

As you open the fridge, you realize you're out of milk. Frustrated, you close the fridge and go back to your room to put a pair of shoes on before grabbing your keys for a quick visit to the store that's just around the corner of your street.

You open the door of your apartment, barely able to catch a glimpse of the tiny white animal running inside your apartment. Evidently confused, you look back inside your place, eyes meeting the ones of a small kitten that casually sits on your couch, letting out a soft meow.

Careful not to spook the cat, you walk towards it, hoping it doesn't try to scratch you in the process. Luckily, the animal seems calm enough, not reacting much when you hold it in your arms to take it out of the apartment.

Before you could even begin to wonder where the cat might’ve come from, you notice the door of your neighbor is wide open.

“Alpine!” you hear someone yell from inside, sounding quite worried. Judging by the groceries left on the floor, you can only guess that your neighbor was returning from a trip to the store and their cat took that as the perfect opportunity to venture outside the apartment.

The neighbor rushes outside with a worried, yet slightly annoyed look on his face, which makes you think this isn’t the first time this has happened. In all the (approximately) seven months since you moved into this apartment, you've never met this neighbor. You were aware that someone lived there, but that's about it. You didn't know anything about them because they just don't go out that much, apparently.

“Ah, there she is!” he exclaims with obvious relief as soon as his eyes settle on you and the cat, walking towards the two of you. “It's like she enjoys finding opportunities to sneak out.”

You freeze when you realize what is going on. The face, the hair, the voice...this has to be some kind of joke. This really can't be happening. There's no fucking way that this is genuinely happening.

You watched this man come all over his hand last night!

Standing completely, you simply watch as he retrieves the animal from your hands, taking note of how he scratches her little head as soon as he’s holding her.

“Thank you for catching her,” he says shortly after, turning to look at you now.

Still unable to say anything, you stare back at him in complete disbelief. For a moment you fear that he might've recognized you, but soon enough you realize he actually didn't. The bunny mask certainly works to keep your identity hidden. Besides, you're wearing a large hoodie and a pair of leggings, which is an outfit that drastically differs from sexy lingerie. And he's looking at you in bright daylight, not the LED lights you have in your bedroom as the only source of light.

Knowing you're probably making a fool of yourself, you offer him an awkward smile. “No problem,” you say rather hurriedly, immediately making your way towards the elevator.

From the elevator to the store and then from the store to your apartment, you're unable to stop thinking how incredibly ridiculous this situation is. What are the odds that he would be your neighbor? It's not like he lives in the same city, street, or even the same building– he's your fucking neighbor.

Your neighbor is one of your subscribers. Last night you had a private session with your neighbor. You touched yourself in front of your neighbor and you watched him masturbate on camera. All of that going on and it turns out he lives across the hall from you!

After that encounter, you prayed and hoped to never meet him again outside your apartment. Lucky for you, it's been three days since the incident and you haven't seen him.

The idea of him living right there barely leaves your head. The whole thing is insane. It’s so crazy, in fact, that you just have to share the whole story to your group of friends when all of you reunite to have a couple of drinks at your place.

“Alright, alright. Let's address the most important question here,” one of your friends says after you’re done explaining your current dilemma, looking right at you. “Is he hot?”

“That's the problem. He's the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life!”

“Bitch, you better go to his apartment right now to tell him what is going on!” another one of them exclaims between laughter.

“Yeah. I mean, how is it possible that you still haven't fucked this man? Physically, I mean.”

“I'm not gonna go to his apartment and tell him I'm one of the camgirls he's subscribed to! That's so weird,” you immediately refuse that idea entirely. “Not to mention that it's completely unprofessional.”

All of your friends look at you like you just personally insulted all of them.

“Oh, sure. Right. I'm sure he'll be soooo upset to find out you live right across from him.”

None of them could understand how you're missing out on the opportunity to fuck your hot neighbors (who, clearly, would absolutely have sex with you), but they eventually decide to let you be, still silently hoping you’d come to your senses soon enough and just go for it.

Perhaps they don't fully grasp how dangerous it is to get involved with him. If you can't stop thinking about him now, it'll be even worse if you have sex with him. Maybe you would’ve already knocked on his door already if you were completely certain that he’ll be nothing more than a hot neighbor you occasionally hook up with, but there’s a part of you that fears it’ll get out of hand. The mere risk of exposing yourself to even the tiniest of possibilities of developing feelings for someone is completely out of the equation. Nope. You won't allow that to happen.

Your friends left around two in the morning, and even when you didn't plan on making a stream today, you’re so drunk that you decided to do one. You’ve done drunk streams before and they're always super fun.

Deciding to post a quick photo to your page to announce you’ll be streaming in a few minutes, you get the LED lights and your bunny mask ready before starting the livestream, waiting for people to start joining. “Hi everyone,” you greet the ones already logged in. “This is more of a casual type of stream...perhaps a shorter one too. I don't know. I didn’t plan it, to be honest. I'm just drunk and horny,” you ramble, letting out a soft giggle.

'Love the dress' someone commented.

“Oh, you like it?” you ask, standing up before starting to pose for the camera, showing off your floral dress to your viewers, making sure to lift it up just enough to reveal you're not wearing any panties at the moment, removing them before starting the stream. “I might keep it on tonight because I think I look really cute in it...I don't know, what do you guys think?”

Most people in the chat agreed with you, but of course some people wanted you to take it off as well. Then, you see him. You remember James' username perfectly.

'Keep it. You look so beautiful.'

You hate how his compliment makes you feel. Happy, excited, nervous. And it has so much power over you too, because that's all you need to fully decide that you'll keep it on.

The stream continues. You interact a bit more with the chat before disappearing from view to grab one of your sex toys. A vibrating purple dildo.

“I don't really know why I'm so horny today,” you admit casually to the audience, taking a seat. You look straight into the camera, taking the dildo into your mouth as if you were giving someone a blowjob, which almost immediately earns you a few extra donations. “I guess I always get super horny when I'm drunk.”

You take a few extra minutes to use your mouth to play with the head of the dildo, wanting to give the audience a show, your available hand sneaking underneath your dress to touch yourself while you do it.

The dildo starts vibrating in your hand as you press it to your aching clit, leaning back to enjoy the pleasure it provides. You look at yourself in the camera, making sure your pussy is on full display for your viewers.

There's a ton of praise in the chat, which only encourages you to continue, enjoying the attention you receive. You can't help but focus on another message from James. 'You look so hot right now'. You could hear his voice in your head as you read it, which only fuels your desire to keep pleasuring yourself.

After stimulating your clit for a while, you press the dildo against your entrance, starting to fuck yourself with it. You were sloppy with it, desperate to reach your orgasm. And as embarrassing as it is to admit, there’s only one person in your mind while you keep playing with yourself. The dildo slides in and out of you, making you moan and squirm in your seat, and all you can imagine is James on top of you, thrusting in and out of you at the perfect pace to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. You picture his hands on your body and the breathless praise that would come out of his mouth while he fucks you just like he promised he would if he ever got the chance– fuck you like the queen you are.

Needless to say, your orgasm (and the second one that followed right after) were out of this world. All thanks to James. Satisfied enough, you end the livestream to finally go to bed.

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It's been about two weeks since you found out about the hot neighbor, and luckily you guys haven't run into each other again. That has helped a lot to get over the initial shock of knowing he lives right across the hall. That, paired with the minimal communication on your streams, has helped to slowly get him out of your mind.

And that's because Bucky knows better than to behave in full stalker mode with you. He keeps the interactions minimal because he doesn't want to seem like a creep, but deep down he knows he's absolutely doomed.

He's infatuated with you. He gets excited when he notices you're streaming, and it's impossible to watch any other camgirl that aren't you. No one compares to you. No one is as magnetic and beautiful as you. But he knows he's meant to keep his distance, because at the end of the day you're a woman doing her job online and he's just a random loser who pays for your content. That's all it'll ever be.

He can't resist himself, however, when he looks through your page and realizes that there's still a chance to book a private session with you.

As soon as you notice his booking, you're met with the inevitable debate of whether or not you should say something. Sure, you could just stay quiet and keep receiving his attention (and money) completely anonymously, occasionally waving at him in the hallway until he eventually puts two and two together about who you really are.

Is it better to go over to his apartment and formally introduce yourself, or just let him figure it out on his own? 'Hi, James, so this is crazy! But it's me! the camgirl!' or 'Holy fuck wait a minute you're the camgirl! And you never told me!'

Or...moving to another apartment?

As much as you'd like to pack all of your things and get the hell out of this building, you know realistically speaking there's only two options: come clean about your identity or play dumb.

So there you stand, staring at your front door like an idiot for what feels like ages before you eventually make your choice. Fuck it! He'll find out sooner or later because he's your freaking neighbor, and it'll be painfully awkward either way! At least hearing it from you right away is slightly less awkward.

Knocking on his door, you stand right outside his apartment, nervously playing with your fingers as you keep debating if this is even a good idea. Perhaps the only option has always been moving out. And why if he just never figures it out? Is this a bad idea? Should you go back into your apartment and just play dumb?

But then he opens the door. Fuck.

He offers you the type of smile someone offers to a neighbor they barely know. Not the one you give to a girl who watched you masturbate through a camera. “Hi...is there–?”

“I need to talk to you.” The words come out of your mouth without really thinking. “Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, looking extremely confused. “What is it?”

“Seriously?” Are all men this dumb? It's all you can think about as you stare back at him in disbelief. “Don't you recognize my voice?”

Again, the same confused expression on his face, but this time you can sense some sort of curiosity. Perhaps his brain is starting to have the tiniest of suspicions, or at the very least he's realizing your voice does sound familiar.

Then, you raise your hands to your head, gesturing for him to imagine two ears on top of it. “Bunny ears…”

It’s like he goes through a million emotions in a matter of seconds. Extreme confusion, realization, shock, extreme shock, disbelief, shock again, embarrassment, confusion and shock and embarrassment. He just can’t believe you’re actually standing in front of him. That he saw you a few weeks back and had absolutely no idea it was you.

“Yes, exactly,” is all you say, finding his reaction entirely appropriate because this truly is mind-blowing.

“I– you–” he attempts to speak, completely in shock still. “You live here?”

“Uh, across the hall, yeah.” Noticing he's probably just going to blurt things out that barely make any sense or just stare at you in silence, you decide to take the lead. “I was debating whether or not to say anything after that time we saw each other. I swear I had no idea that we were neighbors before...well, you know.”

Despite how awkward the situation is, you can’t deny you're enjoying the way he blushes when you hint at that night. It's actually a bit unfair that he manages to be this attractive even under such awkward circumstances.

“That's why your face seemed so familiar...I just guessed it was because you live across from me and maybe I just saw you around,” he mutters, still beyond mortified and feeling very much stupid for not figuring it out then.

“I noticed you booked another session so...I don't know. It felt wrong not saying anything and pretending like I don't know you're literally across the hall from me.”

“Oh…” He didn’t even remember the session.

He looks incredibly embarrassed now, which makes you feel guilty. Perhaps you should’ve approached this in a different way? “Listen, I could just give you a refund on that and–”

“Can we talk about that some other time, maybe?”

“Sure, okay. I'm sorry.”

Bucky looks (and feels) extremely uncomfortable, but his expression softens when you say that. “Why? You don’t have to apologize.”

“I don't know, I feel like I do. Maybe I should've said something sooner.”

“No, it's okay,” he quickly brushes it off, not wanting you to feel like you had any sort of responsibility for what he feels towards this information. If he figured it out when Alpine ran from his apartment, he probably would’ve had the same reaction. “You did nothing wrong. It's just the entire situation that is...well, insane.”

“I've genuinely considered moving out to avoid this conversation,” you reply, sharing the sentiment regarding how crazy this whole thing is.

Bucky stays quiet, letting out a soft chuckle. “Really?”

“Yes, really! I feel as embarrassed as you do about this. Trust me.”

“Well, as embarrassing as it is, I really appreciate you telling me. I wouldn't have figured it out on my own, apparently.”

His last comment makes you laugh. “Yeah, I still can't believe you didn't recognize me!”

“The bunny mask.”

Yes, the bunny mask. He says it like it's nothing, but you notice the slight shift in his voice– the mention of the mask immediately makes him think of you wearing it on your streams. In that profile photo he says he likes so much. You can see it in his face. He's thinking about it.

So really, it's his fault that you feel the urge to flirt with him now. “And the fact that you tend to see me with less clothes on, maybe.”

Your comment has the expected effect on him. A grin appears on his face. Seems like the initial shock is wearing down. “Maybe that too.”

You smile back at him, both of you standing in complete silence as you just look back at each other. And oh, you look at him. His gorgeous blue eyes, the way his hair falls perfectly around his face, his lips, that fucking black t-shirt that's just way too tight on him...

Despite the intense urge you have of kissing him and ripping his clothes off, you try to keep it together and avoid making any stupid decision that you might regret in the future. It doesn't help that he's also looking at you like he wants to slam you against the wall and make out with you, but you're a strong woman that knows better than to act impulsively.

So, you decide to break the silence to spare both of you from the unbearably intense sexual tension that surrounds you.

“Well, I won't take more of your time. Have a good night.”

“Goodnight.”

You notice he doesn't close his door until you're closing yours.

Already inside your apartment, you let out all the air you've been holding, feeling your entire being practically burning. You’ve never felt that kind of tension with anyone in your life before. The type of attraction that just keeps pulling you in and it’s almost impossible to fight against.

It's really not fair that your neighbor is so fucking hot and you have to hold back from making a move. Well, it's not like you have to hold back...

Maybe just one time?

As you're debating whether or not is a good idea to fuck your neighbor, you hear a knock on your door.

It's him. You know it's him even before you open the door and see him standing there, looking like he's having a similar debate in his head. Although he seems to have made a decision already, because otherwise he wouldn't be at your door right now.

Fuck it, just one time.

You pull him inside your apartment and he immediately understands what it means because he hurriedly closes the door behind him before cornering you to the wall, trapping you between the cold surface and his body.

He kisses you with such hunger that it makes your head spin. It's intense, messy, and needy. Strong hands roaming all over your body like he can't wait to explore all of you. His tongue traces yours, intending to swallow every little sound that comes out of your mouth.

The low grunt that escapes him when you pull his hair has you moaning in response because, again, it's so not fair that he's so incredibly hot! You feel one of his hands trailing hurriedly down your side, cold metal fingers digging in the skin of your thigh as he urges one of your legs up, securing it to his waist with an iron grip.

The two of you continue to make out like life practically depends on it, trying to satiate the mutual hunger that's been there ever since that day he decided to pay for that private chat with you. Looking back, best fucking decision he has ever made.

He keeps grinding his hips forward, eager for whatever fiction he can get while he keeps you trapped against the wall. His lips leave yours to trace sloppy kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, encouraged by the way your body moves against his own whenever he presses his hips to yours.

“You have no idea…” he starts in between kisses, “how bad I've been wanting to touch you…” You reply with a soft moan when you feel his teeth grazing your skin. “How much I wanted to feel you…”

“Me too…” you admit in a whisper. A confession that seems to surprise him enough to pull back to look at you.

Bucky notices your hair is a bit messy from the heavy makeout, fixing a few strands of it around your face with his available hand. "Did you?" he asks, voice slightly softer, but it sharply contrasts with the way he places his hand at the side of your neck, thumb tracing a delicate line down your throat.

You nod at his question, looking back into his eyes. You can't help but feel incredibly vulnerable under his analyzing gaze. It's way too intimate, in a way that you can't quite handle.

So, in an effort to distract yourself, your fingers find the end of his shirt, lifting it up just enough for him to understand what you want. The second he's throwing his shirt to the floor, you just couldn't believe the sight before you. Not like that shirt left much to the imagination, but actually seeing his massive arms and defined abs in all its glory is certainly...a sight you'll remember for sure.

He's pressing his body to yours again, lifting your chin up to kiss you. This time is slower, more sensual, but still incredibly intense. It's starting to feel a little too intimate for you again, bringing that uncomfortable but pleasant sensation back, but this time you allow yourself to experience it. No matter how much your rational side is ringing alarm bells in your head, urging you to put a stop to this because you know this guy will be your downfall. You really shouldn’t be doing this.

But how could you possibly resist him? When he’s so hot and cute and treats you like he doesn’t need anything else in this world but being close to you. When he kisses you like he’s been desperate for a taste of you and touches your body like he wants to memorize all of it. It’s just not fair.

After standing by the front door of your apartment for what felt like forever, you finally create some distance between the two of you to grab his hand, guiding him to your bedroom. Of course he didn't argue one bit, immediately following after you.

In there, he can't help but focus on your desk, the familiar pink chair in which he usually sees you sitting for the streams. It was a bit weird to finally be standing in that very same room. But he doesn't have much time to think about that, because you're making him sit down on your bed, all his attention fully back on you now.

You waste no time at all, removing the hoodie you're wearing, exposing more of your body to his hungry gaze. For a second he thought he might be dreaming. The very same woman that's been on his mind (and screen) for months is currently standing in front of him, her gorgeous tits he adores so much on full display for him.

As you move closer to the bed, his hands are immediately on you, traveling from your hips to your sides before moving them to your back, sliding down your spine before repeating the pattern. He simply admires you for now, taking in the sight of you half naked in front of him.

“You're so beautiful,” he comments, looking up at you as he speaks, like you’re someone worthy of worshipping.

And then, he pulls you into his lap in a swift and demanding move, hands immediately finding their way to your chest. You barely have time to enjoy the way his fingers feel as he plays with your breasts before he's using his mouth too.

A moan escapes you, watching as he uses his mouth and hands to provide some much needed attention to your body. It's like he's completely hypnotized. His tongue swirls around one of your nipples before sucking hard around it– hard enough, until you're letting out a high-pitched moan that leaves him satisfied, releasing it to then switch to the other.

Your back arches forward, reacting positively to every touch of his fingers, every flick of his tongue, and every moan that crashes against your sensitive skin. That, matched with the sight of him looking like he's in absolute bliss for the privilege of playing with your breasts... it's practically impossible to handle.

Before you know it, he's standing up from your bed with you in his arms, immediately turning around to place you on top of the mattress, head lying comfortably on your pillows before he quickly resumes his exploration of your body.

He places a few kisses on your collarbone, trailing his mouth down to your breasts. He gently nibs on your skin, making you moan out loud before he continues down your stomach.

A playful smirk appears on his face when he notices the way your hips grind up when he gets closer to the edge of your shorts, immediately looking up at you. “What?” he asks, and the way his voice sounds right now might genuinely be enough to make you combust in your spot. “Growing impatient?”

“Shut up,” you reply, which makes him laugh. It's not like you could do much to defend yourself when you're laying on your bed with him practically between your legs now, and you just keep praying that he keeps going.

Luckily, he doesn't keep you waiting. His hands meet the edge of your shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. You just can’t ignore the satisfaction of finally being able to see him again, staring at you just like he did through the camera. This time, however, you can clearly see the way his eyes travel down your body, silently admiring what lies before him.

“You like what you see?” you ask him in an attempt to try to feel like you have some control over the situation.

Bucky grins. “A lot,” is all he says, comfortably resting between your legs.

Your entire body reacts to him when he presses his lips against your inner thigh, keeping his eyes on you as he trails upwards, using his hands to spread your legs and keep them that way for him.

A shuddering moan escapes you when you finally feel his tongue on you, exploring your folds with slow, teasing moves, almost as if he’s testing the way you react to him at first. Your eyes meet his, and he has the audacity to offer you a smile while his tongue keeps pleasuring you.

Then, he focuses entirely on your clit, flicking his tongue in a way that has you moaning and squirming underneath him while keeping a strong grip on his hair, gathering all loose strands in your hands to prevent them from getting in the way of what he’s doing.

As soon as you start rocking your hips against his tongue, he places his metal arm over your pelvis while looking up at you, silently telling you to stay still. All you can do is whimper in reply, which makes him pull away from you. “Don’t be like that, doll,” he practically warns you.

You hate the amount of control he seems to have over you all of a sudden. “Sorry…” you mutter, using your hands on his hair to urge his face closer to you again. “Want you to keep going…”

He laughs at that, choosing to show you some sort of mercy by using his hand instead, rubbing gentle circles over your clit. “Remember what you told me about manners?”

Fucking asshole. That’s all you can think about at that moment as you softly let out another whine. “Please, keep going…please…”

“Now, that’s much better,” he replies with a sly grin, repeating exactly what you said to him that time, even using the same emphasis and pauses you used.

Immediately after that, his mouth is on you again and this time he gives you absolutely no indication of stopping. The way he begins to eat you out is otherworldly– messy, loud, hungry…it’s like he has never tasted anything this good before.

His arm presses slightly harder on your pelvis to make sure you stay still while using his available hand to finger you, two of his fingers sliding inside you. His pace is relentless at this point, sucking hard on your clit while his fingers keep moving in and out, curling them at the perfect angle to almost make you scream in pleasure.

He only slows down when he feels your legs trembling, involuntarily closing as much as they can with him still between them, walls clenching around his fingers, and the most heavenly sounds coming out of you.

Fully aware of your orgasm, he moves back to simply observe how you experience the peak of pleasure he was able to provide, his fingers barely even moving anymore to give you enough space to recover– or at least, recover enough for him to continue.

As soon as he realizes you’re doing a little better, his mouth and fingers resume the same pace he was using before you came, apparently not having nearly enough of you yet. The fact that he seems so obsessed with your pussy doesn’t help your situation at all, making you feel almost dizzy at the idea of him being so hypnotized by your body. It makes you feel extremely good, almost worshipped in a way. And it’s exactly what he promised if he ever got the chance to have you all to himself: to treat you like a queen.

He does his best to help you reach your second orgasm as soon as possible, like being between your legs has been his entire life’s purpose. Like he’s been patiently waiting for this opportunity and now that he finally has it, there’s no way he’s letting it go to waste. You’re leaving an absolute mess on his face and hand, but he just doesn’t seem to care– if anything, it looks like he wants to be as messy as possible.

It doesn’t take much for you to come again, leaning back against your mattress as waves of pleasure strike you. “Fuck…” you mutter, barely able to form any coherent thoughts in your brain other than how good he’s making you feel.

You keep your eyes closed for a bit, as if that could somehow make you regain full control over your body faster, appreciating the time he gives you to recover. When you finally open them and look down between your legs, you see Bucky already looking at you, leaving quick kisses along your inner thighs. You can’t help but notice how his mouth and chin are practically glistening with your arousal, his hair a complete mess from your hands desperately holding onto it as if to ground yourself.

And then, just when you thought you could get an actual chance at recovery, his fingers are entering you again.

“Oh my god…” you whisper, leaning your head against the pillows because even when you’re already way too stimulated, you can’t get enough of him pleasuring you.

“One more, baby. One more…” he replies, almost as if trying to convince you to just let go and enjoy it. “Just give me one more…”

You really don’t need much convincing, letting him have you all to his mercy once again. He switches his position now though, sneaking an arm underneath each of your legs to keep them spread out for him.

Showing absolutely no sympathy for your current state, his mouth begins to devour you. Like this is the last time he’ll ever be able to touch you. Like the fucking world is ending. You’re not sure you’ve ever been with someone who has been this desperate to eat you out.

Feeling and hearing your third orgasm is like a reward for him, groaning against your clit when you come all over his face once again. He enjoys the way your entire body trembles with each gentle stroke of his tongue, savoring you for a little longer before finally moving back, letting out a soft chuckle when you give him a look. “What?” he asks playfully, moving to be fully on top of you again.

“I hate you so much,” you reply, knowing he’s enjoying himself a little too much.

“Do you?” he asks, inching his face closer to you. All you can do at that point is nod. “Didn’t look like it.”

You do genuinely hate him. You hate him because he presents himself as this shy and awkward guy that apparently has no idea how insufferably hot he is, yet proceeds to eat pussy like he’s a trained professional. That duality of him being incredibly sweet but an absolute menace when sex is involved is something your brain just can’t compute. Is he even real? Is it possible that a guy like him genuinely exists?

His kiss makes you snap out of it, moaning softly against his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue. He keeps a firm grip on your hips while your fingers delicately trace up and down his firm back.

Eventually, as the two of you keep making out, your hands move to the front of his pants, realizing he’s trying to kick his boots off while you try to get rid of more of his clothes.

“Shit,” he mutters against your lips. “Hold on,” he says shortly after, standing up from the bed to be able to take his shoes off.

You take that as the perfect opportunity to stand up as well, noticing the way Bucky watches you curiously. “What?” you ask him nonchalantly, fully aware that he probably knows what your intentions are already.

“Nothing…” he replies simply, still watching your movements very carefully.

“You look a little nervous,” you point out, still like it’s a casual conversation. Like you’re not literally on your knees in front of him, looking up with the most sinful eyes as you work on getting rid of his belt and black jeans.

He lets out a quick chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes at your attempts of regaining control over the situation. “Not nervous. Excited, maybe.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are.”

Bucky doesn’t reply, simply looking down at you with darkened eyes, gently caressing your cheek with the back of his hand as you remove his pants and boxers.

Your eyes immediately focus on his cock– hard, big and all yours to enjoy. The sound that leaves his mouth when you wrap your hand around him is sinful, encouraging you to immediately start pleasuring him.

“Is this what you kept picturing when you were jerking off to my streams?”

Yes, absolutely. Imagining it was your hand the one masturbating him never failed to make him come. But he should've known it would feel a million times better than he imagined. Absolutely no fantasy can compare to this…to the sight of you on your knees, eager to play with his cock for as long as you can.

“Something like that…” he replies, but before he can elaborate further you put him inside your mouth, making him forget whatever it is that he was trying to say.

He throws his head back, enjoying the sensation of your lips around his cock, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. One of your hands holds him at the base, the other massaging his balls to increase his pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good…” he praises you in a low voice, making you determined to do whatever you can to earn more of that.

Bracing yourself, you take as much of him as you could inside your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat, which inevitably makes you gag. The sound of you choking around his cock has got to be the hottest thing he has heard in his entire life, gathering your hair in a very messy ponytail as he urges you to put him deep inside your mouth again.

You let him guide you, noticing how much he enjoys it when you take him all the way in, struggling to hold back your gag reflex. “God, I can't get enough of you,” he groans, giving you some space to breathe before he's shoving his cock back inside your mouth. “Looking so perfect with my dick down your throat…it feels so good…like that pretty little mouth was made just for me, huh?”

You can't do anything but moan around him, placing your hands behind your back. The little gesture makes him grin approvingly. “You’ll be the death of me, doll.”

Despite the slightest of soreness on your jaw and at the back of your throat, you keep trying to do your absolute best to fit as much of him without your reflexes betraying you, not caring about any sort of discomfort. Being used by him for his own satisfaction is enough to make you forget about all of it. His praise for letting him use you in this way is more than enough.

Finally, he moves back from you, helping you back on your feet before grabbing your chin to kiss you. It's brief, but it still manages to make you feel dizzy. Fuck, what has he done to you?

Bucky pulls back, only to leave lazy kisses all over your neck. “You're so perfect…” he whispers, his hands exploring your skin like you might disappear at any second. “Tell me what you want, doll– say it, and it's all yours.”

Leaning your head slightly to the side, you allow his lips to explore your skin as he pleases, holding you close to his body. “Want you to fuck me…exactly the way you promised…”

You didn’t need to say anything else. It’s like he was just waiting for you to say anything that would give him any sort of confirmation that you want this as much as he does. As if he needs any more confirmation of your insane attraction to him.

Then, he seems to remember something, giving you an apologetic smile but still holding you close to him. “I, uh…I don’t have a condom.”

You pause for a second before replying. “I’m on the pill, if that works for you.”

“It works for me if it works for you.”

The reply brings a smile to your face, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer again. “It works for me,” you mutter, right before crashing your lips against his.

Bucky guides you back to your bed and you immediately lay on top of your mattress again, him on top of you at all times while continuing to kiss you. There’s something absolutely addictive with the way he’s treating you- so caring and gentle yet so…deliciously possessive and rough. Again, is that duality of him that might make you lose all your sanity (if you haven’t lost it already).

You take the lead now, reaching between your bodies to guide him where you need him the most. He lets a soft moan against your lips when he feels the tip of his cock against your entrance, eager to dive deeper and deeper into you.

Inch by inch, he moves slowly until he’s finally fully inside you. “Oh my– fuck, you feel amazing…” he mutters, hiding his face against your neck, taking in your scent as he allows himself a movement to enjoy how it feels to be this deep inside, before finally starting to move.

His hips move slowly at first before his rhythm increases in speed, still managing to make every roll of his hips incredibly intentional. His metallic arm holds his weight above you while his other hand rests at your waist.

The more speed he takes with his thrusts, the louder your moans become, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as he repeatedly hits that sensitive spot inside of you. Your entire body feels on fire, hands moving to his back now, nails digging into his skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, refusing to slow down his pace as he pounds into you with a force that proves how desperate he is to finally be able to have you like this after months of only watching you through a screen, but also with a commitment that shows he’s determined to satisfy you as much as he can.

“Yes…” you whisper barely, too overwhelmed to say more than that.

“What was that?” he asks yet again. You could picture the playful smirk on his face just by the sound of his voice. “Look at me.”

Doing as told, you open your eyes to see him. Having him on top of you, looking like there’s nothing he enjoys more in this world than fucking you, is probably the hottest thing you’ll ever see in your life.

“Yes…love it– don’t stop, please…don’t stop,” you reply, this time making eye contact with him. You can see the effect your words have on him, tightening the grip on your waist as a moan slips out of his mouth.

“I won’t stop,” he replies, maintaining eye contact at all times. “Not until I make you scream for me.” His comment makes you practically whimper, which drives him insane. “You’re so fucking sexy…”

He keeps his pace, intending to make you reach your fourth orgasm of the night. You watch him, looking so determined, a few strands of hair falling loosely over his face but he doesn’t seem to care. He goes from moaning, to whispering how good you feel around him, then back to moaning. Yes, you’re an absolute wreck right now, but he’s not doing any better either.

The way he’s fucking you eventually becomes too much for your body to handle, and he immediately starts to read upon the signs. How your moans pitch, the way your nails scratch his back with more desperation. How your walls keep tightening around him and your legs are practically wrapped around his body.

It's like the absolute reward for him. He inches down to kiss you, moaning into each other's mouths as he keeps pounding into you, skin slapping against yours more vigorously the closer he is to come.

“Please.” He’s the one begging you now, looking deep into your eyes as he leans back just enough to do so. “Let me feel it, baby…let me feel you, please.”

That's as much encouragement as you need, legs trembling with the intensity of your high. You let out your loudest moan yet, eyes rolling back again and your hands tightly gripping his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

The visual of it all, mixed with how incredibly tight you feel, makes Bucky orgasm shortly after. His metallic fingers dig into your thigh, giving you his last few thrusts as he's practically shuddering. You whine in response, gladly accepting the load he’s giving you.

Exhausted, both of you try to regain control of your breathing, starting to become more aware of the layer of sweat that covers your body– just further proof that he just fucked the absolute shit out of you.

He stays inside you for a bit, both of you recovering still. Despite staying on top of you, he makes sure not to crush you with his weight. He leaves a trail of short kisses across your collarbone while you gently play with his hair, even when you know you probably shouldn’t do that.

“You’re perfect…” he mutters against your skin, which brings a genuine smile to your face.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you offer as a joke.

He looks up at you, unable to hold back a quick laugh. “Is that all I get?”

“What, four orgasms weren't enough?”

“Not nearly enough,” he immediately replies. “I plan on earning a lot more of those in the future.”

“Is that so?” you continue the little banter despite feeling slightly conflicted by his statement. A part of you would want to see him again because holy shit is he good in bed, but another part of you fears making this a recurring thing.

Perhaps that's just a recipe for disaster. With him living right across the hall it's pretty easy to keep hooking up, but what if the lines start to get blurred and this starts to drift into something else? What if he gets confused and starts catching feelings for you?

Or worse. What if you start catching feelings? The fact that you worry about continuing to have sex with him because it could turn into a problem is more than enough hint that perhaps it could happen if you get a little too carried away.

But you can't bring yourself to be rational about it or even try to imagine any sort of scenario where you don't end up tangled in bed with him again when he looks back at you with those captivating eyes of his.

He might actually be the death of you.

“It'll be my personal mission to earn as much as possible next time,” he replies, leaning in to give you a short kiss on the lips. Like he's already used to that.

You don't say anything about that, choosing to stay quiet for now. He doesn't seem to notice your inner conflict, simply offering you a smile before deciding to stand up, carefully moving out of you before hurriedly looking around, disappearing inside your bathroom.

Just seconds later, he comes back with the entire roll of toilet paper, not sure if he should offer it to you or not. “Want me to help you?”

You appreciate it, but grab the toilet paper for yourself. “I got it, thank you.”

He makes sure to clean after himself as well, discarding all the used toilet paper before leaving the bathroom at your disposal.

When you're back in the bedroom, you notice he's dressing again, frantically looking for something. With his back turned to you, you silently take note of the scratching marks you left on his skin with your nails. “Your shirt is in the hallway,” you point out, noticing it’s the only item of clothing missing from his body.

“Right,” he says, suddenly remembering it.

There's an awkward silence that follows. You're not sure if he's expecting you to say something else (perhaps invite him to stay for a little longer?), but the alarms in your head are way too loud now to avoid them. This is extremely dangerous.

Perhaps having sex with him was a terrible idea.

So you just offer him a smile as if that could ease the tension. He smiles back, but you can see the disappointment in his eyes. It's evident he was expecting something else that you're not quite sure if you could give him.

The two of you exit your bedroom, him immediately going to pick up his shirt before putting it on, practically standing at the entrance of your apartment already.

“So…I guess I’ll see you,” he says, sounding very unsure about that statement.

“Of course,” you reply, sounding even more unsure. “We're neighbors after all.”

The tension keeps getting worse and worse, but lucky for you he has already opened the front door of your apartment. You walk towards him, intending for your last interaction to be a quick goodbye and absolutely nothing else. Just a quick goodbye and that's it.

But of course that wasn't going to happen. You knew it wouldn't be quick from the moment he stays right in front of you, blue eyes meeting your own as if trying to figure out what exactly goes through your head in that very moment. You look back at him in silence, finding yourself unable to just shut your door and move on from what happened tonight.

You see his inner conflict before something seems to make him snap out of it, deciding to test his luck by stepping close to you again. He grabs your chin between his fingers, capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like a goodbye and a ‘please let me see you again’ at the very same time.

It's impossible not to kiss him back, especially when there's a big part of you that needs this to happen again. To feel him so close. To discover more of him through his body language alone…and, who knows, perhaps getting more time to figure out what this attraction really means.

He pulls away from you looking a lot more optimistic. “Goodnight,” he offers with a genuine smile.

“Goodnight, James.”

You hear his little chuckle as he walks to his door. “Bucky.”

“What?”

“No one really calls me James,” he explains further, using his keys to open the door. When he does, he barely even opens it, perhaps fearing his cat would try to escape again. “It's just Bucky.”

“Oh…well, goodnight, just Bucky,” you reply with a soft grin on your face, right before finally closing the door. As soon as you do, you stand there in complete silence, replaying what recently happened in your head. From the moment he had you pinned against the wall to the way you two hurriedly made it to your bedroom. How his hands felt on your body, the things he said…

You had to hop in the shower to try to clear your mind. And perhaps to try and get rid of that growing need to have him with you again.

Next morning is pretty uneventful. You wake up, get dressed and tidy up your bedroom. The thought of Bucky is very much present at the back of your mind, half-regretting the decision you made last night. And yet…a part of you feels almost excited about this mixed feeling growing within you because it’s been a very long time since you’ve felt anything remotely similar.

No one has been able to haunt your thoughts like him. No one has made you feel so scared about the depth of your feelings. And definitely no one has ever made you feel all that so fast. Even when you try to trick yourself into thinking otherwise, you knew there was chemistry between the two of you ever since the first time you spoke to him. You’ve been feeling like this since that night, and perhaps it’s pointless to pretend you can run away from it just by ignoring it or downplaying it.

There’s something about him that just keeps pulling you in no matter how hard you try to fight it.

The doorbell interrupts your train of thoughts, and you already know who it is before you open it. You immediately realize the amount of joy it brings you to see Bucky standing in the hallway. “Hi,” you say casually, trying very hard to ignore the reaction your entire being has to his presence.

“Good morning,” he offers with a shy smile, scratching the back of his neck as he looks away from you. “I…uh, just came here to…” he tries, failing terribly at expressing exactly why he’s standing in front of you right now. “Have you had any breakfast yet?”

You can only smile wider at that. “No, I haven’t.”

“Oh…cool. I mean, that’s why I’m here actually!” he continues, starting to feel a little more confident about his words. “I found this new café that opened a few weeks ago, about two blocks from here…I was wondering if you had already made your review on it.”

He really is too cute for your own good. Despite all the doubts and fears your own brain creates when it comes to opening up to the possibility of exploring whatever this is, with the (high) risk of catching feelings, you can’t deny how good you feel around him. At ease, comfortable, cherished in a weird way.

The alarms go completely silent when he’s smiling at you like that, right after asking if you’d want to have breakfast with him by remembering a silly thing you told him the first time the two of you talked.

“Honestly, no. I haven’t checked that place yet,” you reply before a quick silence follows, failing to keep a short, nervous giggle in. “Is it good?”

“I haven’t been there either, actually. I just saw it was there a few days ago. Perhaps we should go check it out.”

You look back into his eyes, knowing he’s silently hoping that you’d accept his invitation. It’s obvious what would come out of this. You know it and he knows it. There’ll be breakfast together, and then perhaps lunch or dinner, or just any excuse to spend time together. He’ll be back in your bed or perhaps you’ll go to his apartment next time.

It’s painfully obvious you’ll most likely end up falling for this guy.

There’s just no escape for you. Cute, handsome, attentive and good in bed? It’s like anything you’d ever want in a guy and so much more. If he keeps this up for long enough, you’ll be ruined. Unless he does a complete 180° of his personality, reveals a secret wife you had no idea about, turns out to be a serial killer or something that would make you wonder if he really is as perfect as he’s presenting himself to be right now…you will fall for him.

As for Bucky, he’s already smitten by you. If you told him to jump out of his window right now he’d probably do it without hesitation just because you told him to and he wants to get your approval. All he wants right now is to have the chance to get to know you, and for you to also know him. He couldn’t possibly be more into the idea of the two of you together.

So, really, the only thing holding you back from venturing into the dangerous waters of dating is yourself…and there’s barely any dangers yet when the guy waiting for you at the edge of the precipes is quite frankly your dream guy.

Fuck it.

“Sounds good,” you reply, excitement already growing within you in anticipation of what’s to come this morning. “Let me grab my bag and I’ll be right back.”

He waits by the door, still thinking to himself how exactly he managed to land a date with you. That website did more for him than he would’ve ever expected.

As you return to him, he watches as you step out into the corridor before closing the door or your apartment. Before you even have time to come up with something to say, he places his hands at each side of your face, hurriedly pulling you into him for a kiss. It’s like he was desperate for it. Like he hasn’t had the chance to kiss you in years.

Pulling away, the first thing you notice is the soft grin on his face. “Couldn’t help it,” he mutters, right before stepping aside, gently placing a hand on your lower back to guide you to the elevator.

Oh, you’re so screwed.

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PINK CELLPHONE

Incel Leon S. Kennedy x OnlyFans reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, smut, female reader, reader is a little bit mean, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, teasing, Leon is submissive, nipple play, tits sucking.

notes: uhm, i didnt proofread this so... i want to remind you that english isnt my first language :3 also i imagined re2 og Leon, but whatever! also reblogs and any kind of feedback is really appreciated

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

There was something fundamentally wrong with Leon in female’s gaze.

Maybe he is unlucky or those girls are blind. Really hoping it is the latter, cause it is not flattering when guys with migrated hairline can get cute girls, while he can’t. And 4chan doesn’t help either, those advices aren’t useful when he can’t even talk to a real girl.

Yes, they are blind. He is going to set on that.

So after many years of solitude, his only company has become the blue gleam which most night was the only source of light in the room, while air was full with low noises coming from the old, poor laptop. Trying to survive after years of not being turned off correctly. Multiple tabs on his laptop’s screen, he doesn’t bother to close them anymore, hoarding them like some kind of treasure - Leon doesn’t give a shit anymore.

This century is perfect for a man like Leon, internet may be the second Library of Alexandria. A real paradise, so much colorful and vibrant sites with cute girls showing their bodies if he pays for that content.

Thank god Onlyfans exists. And he is a nice guy, supporting cute and sexy girls.

Paying for limited content can be considered as supporting women, right? Even if he was motivated due to his selfish reasons - to get attention and limited content. Something special for him. It was embarrassing how long he could browse a fair share of accounts and get or even interact with some girls without being rejected and they would not know him. There are a lot of them, all cute and nice, and they acted even better when he tipped them, so they would interact more with him, calling him a ‘pretty boy’. At least it made him feel special for a while. Still, not his fault that their, too perfect, videos or photos led him to lose his interest - their content felt lifeless, without passion or love put in it. Boring. It has become a routine already, finding an account - jerking off until he loses his interest and the cycle returns to browsing the site for someone new to obsess over.

Your account was like a treasure when he found it. Leon got attracted to it like a magnet, comparable to find a needle in the haystack. Sweet thing, really sweet, if he was ever to interact with you he wouldn’t be able to hide his grimace. But that was attracting, he doesn’t know how much money he has spent on your content. Your face was always hidden or cut out by the position of your camera, but there was no need to see your face when people paid to jerk off.

It was nice while it lasted.

Pink cellphone. The little pink cellphone he got his sister, after she nagged him about wanting it, that ended up left alone and not used. You have this pink cellphone, the furniture and a lot of things were identical to his little sister’s room; posters of her favorite bands or that specific blanket she had all her life, but this was quickly brushed off at first, almost all girls like cute stuff and this could be a coincidence. Also that not the first thing a guy notices when he is ready to jerk off. Leon isn’t sure why after seeing that pink cellphone it clicked so quickly, the guilt and shame fill him to the brim, coiling around his neck like a loose invisible tie knot.

This is wrong, wrong like touching his sister’s breast. Your breast. Instead, he was jerking off to your boobs for months. Imagining how they would fill his palms nicely.

The room is the same as before, but now it hits different to be here after discovering what you have been doing here all this time. It has the same smell as always, sweet and too much like you, tightening the invisible knot around his neck. He wants to throw himself out of the window, this is sick and he doesn’t understand why his legs brought him here after work, still wearing his uniform. There are plenty of almost empty and few full bottles of perfume he had bought you during one of shopping trips, while you were nagging him and begging for them. He eyes such little and useless items that in any other situations he wouldn’t notice, avoiding to look at you. His efforts were useless, he is a weak man after all and there is nothing to do other than to stare at your frame; sitting on the bed, confused at his behavior and expecting something - a reason to explain why he is acting like that, staring at you, almost fucking you with his eyes. He doesn’t need Freud to tell him that he wants to fuck his own sister. Were you preparing to do new content for your followers? The thought made his pants tighter, wanting to pull at the fabric to ease it but this would only bring your attention, wouldn’t it? Maybe he wants it.

“You look like shit.”

“Excuse me?” Did he hear that right?

“You look like shit, Leon” you repeat before raising an eyebrow “stop staring, you are going to dig holes into my face. What do you want?”

What a bitch, he would say, but,

“Uhm…” is the only sound he was able to let out, getting closer to your bed and sitting down on the edge. You scoot closer to him as you always do. A sweet habit he always liked, sometimes you even hug him. “Not lady-like, sweetheart. I wanted to talk”

You roll your eyes. “About what?”

“A friend of mine, he sent me a link of a girl, doing porn” his lies flow so fast and easily from his mouth, trying to shift this to someone non existent. “Her face isn’t visible but… her room and she had a pink cellphone, identical to yours… so I was wondering—“

“Maybe you are imagining things. Many girls have similar room to mine” you cut him, your hand lays on his shoulder. Perhaps this is hell, hell would feel like you mock him by pretending that account isn’t you, like those moans he heard weren’t yours while a guy or a dildo was pleasing you, making Leon envious and sour - why not him? The corners of your lips tug up, something good got into your head. “So you are paying for that stuff, huh? Jerking off to a girl similar to your little sister, you are so weird”

“Huh? No, I am not” Yes, he is, that’s actually his favorite hobby.

“Cut the crap, Leon. There is no friend. You probably imagined me, yeah?” He did, he won’t deny this - it would be a lie leading to another rejection, this time by his sister - and he is man, a desperate one. Also poker has never been his strong point nor he can lie well with his hard on. “Nasty, nasty boy”

His blue eyes linger on your mouth as you spoke, watching your tongue rolled sensually and slowly. Your tongue clicks, before applying more pressure on his shoulder with your hand, pushing him down. He is like a rag doll under your touch - his back hits the softness of your bed and now all he can see is your face looking down at Leon before finally sliding on his lap. Your legs straddle his hips, so nicely pressing down on his crotch and making this much harder than it should be. His cock is already painfully hard, straining against the warmth of your pussy which can be felt through thin fabric of your shorts. God bless them. He bucks up his hips, as his hands reach to hold your hips and press them harder against his aching cock while he tries to dryhump you needy - too bad that’s not on your list, slapping away his hands like it is a disturbance which makes him frown.

“Ah-ah, big bro. Don’t touch me” you purr as your head dips lower to press hot heated kiss on the skin of his neck, leaving soft bites and wet trail behind whilst your tongue traces around those bites, like a soothing touch before it starts going up down and up in torturous motions. Until you stop on his Adam’s apple to bite it softly to leave a red spot, your hands dive under his shirt, pushing it up to expose his stomach and making it easier to reach his chest - fingertips brush against his nipples, before rolling and pinch them to force more moans from him. A grown man getting already painfully hot and bothered over little touches and kisses there and then, this causes you to chuckle under your breath - don’t want to hear him complain how you hurt his ego. Man’s ego is more fragile than soap bubbles or the glass, one poke and he would not shut up and fuck your brain instead of your pussy. That won’t do. Your eyes dart up to look into his face - to see that sweet and needy expression, begging more than just teasing caresses from you. Your hips sit so well against his, sometimes creating some friction when one of you move and it feels like he is going to die if his dick won’t be buried in your pussy any time soon.

“I don’t like dirty hands on me” you add eventually with the same purring voice. What can be better than a man being submissive and shattering over nothing?

“Can you just… oh shit!” his sentence gets cut abruptly, when your lips reach to his earlobe, nibbling playfully and it would be really humiliating if he cum here cause of how his ears are sensible. Deep inhale, before speaking again, trying to keep himself at check and not to be so meek while you keep rolling his sensitive nipples in between your fingers. His next words are breathless and voice is shaky, almost at the edge to sound pathetically. Not really manly, but still your clit throbs, only now noticing how your panties are soaked now, uncomfortably clinging to your pussy lips. “…fuck me?”

You stop your assault over the skin of his neck to look down at him better, your hips press against his hard dick forcing a breathless whimper to escape. This little plea, he begs. Your clit throbs again, so uncomfortably wet, you want to dryhump him until he cum in his jeans like a virgin. Instead, he is one. If he was any other men you wouldn’t consider this good enough to comply but the sight in front of you is too much to ignore.

“Fuck.. you?” You echo his words, feigning a confusion, your eyes widen to emphasize the act. A cheap one, cause your hand already tugged down your shorts, leaving you in panties, he has seen them so many time on those videos and photos, his hips buck to press himself to your, still, clothed pussy. His attempt isn’t really successful, your hand unzips his jeans to free his cock. And finally to look at it. “you are so weird… I dunno, to ask that from me, don’t you have any shame in this body of yours, huh?”

“I don’t give a shit, just fuck me” he groans, looking down as you palm his cock, it twitches in your hand, already leaking with pre-cum and you can even notice a little stain on his boxers.

A light urge to roll your eyes arises deep down when you looked down, but it was quickly put down. Rather disappointing as a size, if someone would have asked you, but not everyone can have porno dick or customized one. You can still fuck with that. Leon swallows hard, taking a deep breath in again as he looked at you briefly - your tits are more interesting right now. He hopes you let him to suck on them. His fingers twitch, wanting to reach for your panties and tug to the side, to fuck you, but he is a gentleman. A nice guy.

Your hand pumps his dick, smearing his pre-cum along the flesh before tugging your panties to the side, your glistening pussy is fully exposed to his gaze and Leon almost choked on his saliva when you pressed your slick cunt on his cock. It is a torturous game, feeling you rub slowly along his aching length leading to drip more of pre-cum. You are so wet and warm, your slick coats his dick with every stroke of your pussy against it. This makes his eyes widen briefly at the sensation, he isn’t sure if he would be able to last long inside you. If it ever gets to that, of course.

“Please..?” Leon groans, bucking his hips to get more and press himself tighter for more friction than it is even possible right now. His sounds only encourage you to mess with him.

“What? I don’t understand” you taunt him with a light pout, another long and slow stroke, his cock’s tip was so close to slide into you. “Use your big-big words, Leon”

Your pussy kept grinding, enjoying the way his cock head bumps against your clit and making you wetter, forcing some noises from you too. Your fingers tug on his lower lip playfully - just to tease and annoy him. But he doesn’t let you withdraw your hand by grabbing hold of it. His lips catch your finger, sucking and nipping on it.

“Use me… please” like one of yours sex toys, Leon wanted to add, but, alas his dignity was still in tact, holding barely together by the tiniest thread. And as much as you want him to cum without even a penetration, to embarrass him, your own selfish urge to fuck him is much stronger.

“What a pretty face you have, right, big bro?” Also it is hard to ignore such sight in front of you, with blushed cheeks, his chest raises heavily as he let out breathless groans. “Pretty and pathetic, you would be a perfect sex doll”

Your wet slit kept rubbing, but this time savoring with the last stroke, before finally hovering over his cock - feeling his leaky tip nudging against your slick hole, begging to sink down, before his cock finally slides into you. He watched how your pussy swallowed his cock slowly inch by inch, before Leon thrusts up to meet your downward movement, forcing yours to slam against his, quickly burying himself as deep as he can right now. You moan at the rough motion, now ignoring how his hands reach to grip tightly your waist, not really caring anymore and now nothing stops him by touching you. Your slick inner walls wrap around his cock nicely, tightly clenching and he doesn’t think twice before bucking his hips again as yours started to roll against his - driving him deeper into your soaked hole. His dick hits the g-spot so sweetly, making you gasp and moan with him. His teeth catch the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it down and expose your boobs to him - and you are nice enough to help him by pulling it aside, a clear permission to bury his face in between them. Sloppily kissing and biting on the flesh of your tits, while you are bouncing on his dick. His lips repeat your name as a prayer, catching a hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue brushes and rolls against the sensitive nub - sucking at it, nibbling messily and leaving wet marks before darting to give attention to another nipple, causing your pussy to flutter around his dick more, tightly engulfing deeper into the slick walls as the wet sounds mix with the skin slapping ones every time your hips meet after every deep and quick stroke that his cock drag against your walls.

“I-I want to fill you with my cum, please”his voice is breathless at the edge of whine even though he tries his best to not appear so desperate, but the plea behind his words is clear. His grip gets tighter, his fingers knead your ass as he grinds his dick against your cervix to intensify the pleasure for himself while his pelvis rubs against your clit as a nice touch. He really hopes you wouldn’t try to be a bitch and let him cum, if not then he is probably going to cry. “Please, please, let me cum… I need this, sis”

“You sound so fucking ridiculous” your voice is breathless too, but seeing him so needy and desperate for his release making this even better. Your hand tugs his hair, pulling away from your tits to look at his face even better - his lips are glistening with his own saliva and parted. Your clit throbs even more, aching for attention, velvety walls clench around him when you reach down to press your fingers on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Come on, fill your little sister if you need this so much”

He whimpers disappointedly when he was pulled away from your sensitive and abused tits, but it was quickly changed into a moan when your pussy to wrap him tighter after adding your fingers in action. Your hips roll harder to meet his thrusts and wanting to see more of his stupid faces. Leon grinds up against sweet spot at every opportunity and every time it gets messier and messier as his balls tightens. His eyes slide shut briefly, now wetly meeting yours and looking more pathetic. What a freak, not like you are better than him.

Your orgasm approaches quickly as you kept rubbing your clit in rough circle motions, making your walls wrap harder around his cock. You arch as the flowing pleasure hits your body hard, having harder time to use your fingers to prolong your orgasm. Your pussy flutters at every erratic and messy thrust he kept making as he chase his own orgasm. It didn’t last long for him either, already a wonder he didn’t cum after sliding into you.

“Fuck- fuck” he slammed in to the hilt one final time, burying it deep and rubbing against your cervix before finally erupting deep inside you. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides in white, as your dripping cunt was milking his cock. Your body fell down against his chest, breathing heavily together and shivering.

“You stink like a wet dog, get out” you complain weakly, trying to push yourself away from him but it is effortless - he buries his head in the crook of your neck, again. His soft cock is still inside you, he won’t let you go. “and unsubscribe from my OnlyFans, creep”

“Later” Leon mumbles absently.

No, he is not even going to unsubscribe. In another life.

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Yandere One Piece - Irish/Nordic Fae Folk Myth X F!Reader - Pookah!Luffy

PROLOGUE Pookah - a mischievous yet friendly fae, capable of shapeshifting into any form as they please - malevolent ones included. Legends have told that anyone lucky or unlucky enough to get a ride from Pookah will experience the wildest travel of their lives.

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You barely have the time to calm yourself when the Pookah circles you around like a wolf waiting for its prey to move. You’ve been here for a few minutes and already you encountered a fairy folk! Fortunately, luck seemed to be on your side - Pookahs are not relatively dangerous unless you treat them with care.

However, Pookah’s personality is proven to be quite a challenge, considering this one has the childish personality of a hyperactive boy, drunk with too many candies. Also, he seems to be the talkative type too, jumping around whenever you tried to side-stepped him.

“A human! Sweet! Haven’t seen a human for a while! I mean, on my side anyway. My brothers saw humans all the time because they got permission for it, but I don’t!” The Pookah grumbled, “They said that I need to practice more on my human transformation, but I think it’s perfect!” He gestured towards himself, forgetting about his longish furry ears and tail.

“I… see. That’s very nice, but I have to go.”

Frustratingly, Luffy seems to follow you around, not giving you a moment of rest. It did not help that he had no sense of personal space, always coming in inches close to you - a new toy that he had never seen.

“By the way, my name is Luffy! What’s yours?”

You are about to instinctively answer but a particular warning from your parents hit you on the head. An iron-clad superstition rules that any good children must follow to survive Grand Line if they happened to stumble upon it.

Never tell them your real name, Y/N. That’s how they control you - words have more power in the fairy world than in the human world.

Frowning, you turned your head away from Luffy, “You don’t need to know.”

“Aw, you’re no fun! What am I supposed to call you then? Seaweed? Meat-girl? Oh! I can call you… ‘Wet Blankie’! Because, you know-”

“Alright, I got it! Call me any way you like but you’ll never find out what my name is!” You boldly asserted, keeping to yourself that you can endure the humiliation of being weirdly dubbed for now.

“Fine!” Luffy stuck his tongue out, “...wet blankie.” he added the last part with a laugh, earning him a scowl.

Hurriedly, you walked at a faster pace, hoping to leave the Pookah to his ministrations

“So, whatcha doing here? Are you going somewhere?” “No, I’m lost! I don’t know where I am, what time is it…” You trailed mournfully, “I even started to lose my way around this place.”

“Oh well, Grand Line can be a maze sometimes. Heck, even my friend, Zoro got lost here plenty of times… and he’s a native!”

A certain name from Luffy’s speech puts you into a standstill horror, “Grand Line? As in… THE Grand Line? I’m here in THAT Grand Line?”

“Dang, no need to say three times. But yeah, you’re in Grand Line! You’ll love it! There are so many fun places here - there are so many interesting things happening around here-”

A shudder of panic courses through your body, “No, no, no, no, no! I’m not supposed to be here! My parents told me to stay away from this place! That’s where the fairy folks live, I’ve heard stories of what they’ll do to humans! I have to get out of here!”

Unbeknownst to you, Luffy studied you a little more carefully than the first time he met you. As if he can sense something beyond your appearance.

“That’s… an interesting way to put it,” Luffy droned, “Somehow, you felt different than other humans who fell here.” “You mean there are other humans besides me here?” “Great!” You raised your hands exasperatedly, “I’m lost in this god-forsaken forest, I can’t find my classmates, and I’m supposed to be home right now! But I’m stuck here! This sucks!” You sobbed

“If you like to… I can give you a ride,” Luffy smiled gently, “I know my way around Grand Line, I can take you to the entrance.” You gasped indignantly at his idiocy, “Are you mad? I can’t trust fairies - that’s the third most important rule that everybody knows!” Luffy’s eyebrows raised in confusion, “Really? Then what’s the second one? I mean, you did tell me the first rule is-”

“-not to reveal my real name to a fairy, I KNOW. You KNOW,” You repeated the rule as if you were schooling a first grader, “The second rule is not to eat and drink anything that the fairies offer.”

“What?!” Luffy jumped in horror, “That’s a terrible rule! You can't do that! Everybody has to eat! Who made that? This is the first time I’ve ever heard it!”

You rolled your eyes in irritation, “Not if you’re a human. They’ll be bound to the fairy world forever if they eat anything in here, and I still want to go home.”

“Not if I can ask the bigwigs to change it!” An optimistic grin burst from Luffy’s face, “I mean, I managed to change a few rules after causing some trouble from time to time again. Which reminds me - I need to hide from my grandpa - he is so pissed off after I destroyed the palace’s garden the other day.”

“You do that while I’m searching for any entrances here,” you murmured, slipping by Luffy.

“Alright, suit yourself!” Luffy shrugged nonchalantly.

Time passed, and you still need to find an entrance. You felt as if the forest was keen on making you even more lost on your path - each shrub seemed to change, pebbles moving out of your marked gaze, not giving you the slightest hope of any exit. What makes matters worse is that you estimated that the sun will set soon. The risk of falling under the clutches of the fairy folk increases with each second you have wasted.

Just as you circled anguishedly around the rock for the fourth time, Luffy popped back again, keeping his irritating grin at your hopeless attempt. “You know, I still can help-”

“Oh, alright!” You snapped, realizing that it’s futile to rely on your own… for now, “But be warned - I have ways to kill you if you break your promise. Got it?”

“Sure thing! I can still take you on if you do! Shishishi!” Luffy innocently chuckled - you felt tempted to smack his head at his indifference.

In just one breath, Luffy transformed himself into a creature that wasn’t a horse but not a mammal either. It was more of like… a rabbit-horse. You were hesitant to approach him but Luffy casually grinned again, lowering his back before.

“Hop on! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you won’t fall!”

“I’ll make sure of it too.” You murmured, climbing onto his back.

Luffy is proof that all legends about Pookah giving their passengers the wildest ride of their lives are true. As you let yourself settle in, Luffy sprints at a breakneck speed - so fast and rough that you must hang onto his neck for your dear life. You didn’t even try to utter a scream, only small whimpers in fear of biting your tongue.

So many thoughts ran through your head. Is it a mistake to trust Luffy? How much time had passed - hopefully you would only miss a day or two. And will you make it out of here? You can almost imagine yourself running through the exit out of Grand Line, ignoring any of Luffy’s farewells and just stomping straight to Stelly and Sarie, giving them the beating of their lifetimes at the dining hall. There was also a huge hope that you would be reunited home again with your parents, maybe you could explain why you had lost your iron earrings and being in the Grand Line in the first place-

Luffy suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Before you can recollect yourself, Luffy turned back into his default form, unaware that he let his occupant fall behind his back.

You quickly rose to your feet, nursing your sore arm, “W-Wha? Why did you stop-?”

Luffy’s eyes grimaced, “Someone’s in our path. Look.” Luffy pointed towards a figure in a near distance.

It was a male fairy - an intimidating one at that. Build impressively in a visage fit for royalty, but contains plenty of rebelliousness on the side. Freckles adorn his face like stars and black, wavy hair frames his fiery visage. Behind his back are a pair of transparent, fiery wings that almost resemble that of a hawk. By mortal standards, he is… magnificent.

Your blood ran cold. You recognize the mark on his wings from the illustrations that your mother once drew. She is an impressive artist, painting one bestiary after another with near accuracy. There was no doubt that right in front of your mortal eyes was the son of the Fairy King himself, Portgas D. Ace.

The very same one who thinks burning mortals who pissed him off can be considered normal in Grand Line.

“Wha- what is he doing here? H-H-He’s not supposed to be here-” You stammered.

“Who’s not here who?” Luffy stared at you in question.

“That fairy! Ace! I heard stories about him - he’s dangerous! We have to go!” You furiously shook your head, already searching for a hiding spot.

Upon looking at the fairy in question, Luffy’s face lightens up, “Oh, yeah! You’re right! That’s my brother! OII! ACE-!”

You felt your heart drop at this revelation. Brother. He just has to be Luffy’s brother - why not? It didn’t help that Ace’s attention was stirred by Luffy’s ruckus. Rushing to Luffy’s side, you grabbed his arm as tightly as possible.

“No!” You pleaded, shaking, “Don’t let him see me! I can’t be seen by a fae folk, especially him!”

“What? Why not? I know Ace very well, he won’t hurt-”

“Luffy, please.”

There was a slight hesitation when Luffy analyzed the fear in your voice. It was a gamble, whether or not Luffy would listen to you. Pouting always works, that’s how you got a leeway from the authorities if you happen to be in any sort of problem - like that time you accidentally broke Mayor Woodlsap’s window for a lighter punishment from him. You put your best one yet, coupled with a doe eye that made you seem helpless and innocent.

A few seconds later, Luffy solemnly nodded, “Okay, I won’t tell him that you’re here. Just hide wherever you can, alright? I’ll come and get you when he’s gone.”

You didn’t think twice and made a run for the nearest bushes and rocks that concealed your entire body. Your head peered out upon the two fairy brothers conversing after Ace made his way to Luffy.

Everything about Ace is breathtaking. His beauty is every bit as true as the stories told by swoony-eyed village women. You also have to remind yourself - thanks to your father’s stern warnings time and time again - that Ace is also well-known for his trickery. He is a fairy that would burn humans into a pile of dust or turn them into trinkets if he fancies.

The fact that Ace is unpredictably harmful.

It felt like forever when you counted until five minutes passed by, trying to make out what Ace was saying to Luffy. He seems to whisper something into Luffy’s ears, but the distance is far too wide for you to listen. So you rely on your eyes instead, observing Luffy’s face slowly form into an enthusiastic expression as Ace conversed excitedly with his brother.

You silently breathed in relief when Luffy waved goodbye to Ace, gently coaxing you out of the hiding spot, “He’s gone, don’t worry.”

“What are you talking about with Ace?” You brushed off the dirt in a hurry and climbed to Luffy’s back once more.

“Noooo….thing?” Luffy innocently answered - you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, fine. How far are we to the edge of the entrance?”

“Won't be long now. We just need to make a BIIIG dash straight there…” Luffy pointed straight at a cluster of trees.

“Alright,” you nodded, “Let’s go.”

You barely notice a sliver of Luffy’s dark grin as he runs with all his might towards the clearing. You ignored all the branches, the leaves, and the force of the wind that blinded you - all you care about is reaching the end - to home.

A bright light blinded you at the end of the path. When Luffy stops and lets you off his back carefully, you slowly adjust your eyes to the new surroundings.

But it wasn't the entrance as you might have hoped.

It was a lakeside.

A lakeside that is also full of various fairy folks - bathing and playing and hanging around one another.

It dawns on you that Ace had persuaded his brother to lead you to a trap.

“Hey, guys!” Luffy shouted, dragging you towards them, “I brought a new friend!”

A green-haired demon-like fae folk sighed exasperatedly, getting out of the water, “Luffy. How many times do we have to tell you not to bring any more weird people-”

That’s when his eyes landed on you.

Everything went quiet. Several eyes gazed upon you in interest for a few seconds.

And then it exploded into elated chatters.

Oh no.

“Luffy…” A blonde nymph-like man with swirly eyebrows eyed you as if his birthday came early, “You didn't tell me that you caught a human girl.”

His statement brought an ominous wonder to the rest of the occupants in the lake.

“Somehow, you know how to lighten our day, Luffy.” A fae with a top hat chuckled, already getting up from his position, and making his way carefully around you.

“Come little human, would you like to join us…?” A pretty maiden with long dark hair and piercing blue gaze, a Huldufolk, she recognized, put down her book, and extended her arm at her.

“Listen up, I want her first.” A large troll with red hair quipped, taking in your fearful form.

“Mind your turn, Eustass-ya,” Another fae, dark and attractive, scanned your visage, “It’s been a while since I have a human to play with. The last one didn’t last long on my table.”

An overwhelming sensation flooded your brain - the fae folks sauntered towards you closely, each with every step you took back. Luffy’s reckless decision had earned you a cold, hard target from every fae folk on your back. In a split second, you did the only thing you could think of.

You ran.

Several cries of “Come back!”, “Play with us!” rang all across the field. But you did not listen. No, not when every mere form of danger is right by your footsteps.

Hurt. Sickened. Betrayed. These are the only things that are in your mind. Oh, how foolish you are - no matter how good his intentions are, Luffy is still a fairy who plays tricks upon humans - and now you are his next victim.

Your mind is made up in determination when Luffy springs before you again, trying to explain something. By now, you have already pulled out the cross from your bag and brandished it upon Luffy who backed away.

“I shouldn’t have trusted you,” You growled dangerously, hovering the cross like a weapon.

“Wait! What’s-your-name, I can explain-!”

“Oh, you have already explained enough! Now begone!”

Luffy drew a wicked grin, “Yeah, I was planning to take you back…” Luffy circled you in a predatory manner, “...but my brother Ace had better plans.”

Luffy effortlessly dodged the cross that you had swiped at him, “GET AWAY FROM ME! I wasted enough time with you around! I’ll go home myself!”

“I like you, you’re interesting. Join my pack.” You gasped - Luffy’s arms started to stretch like rubber, coiling onto your other weaponless arm.

“I refuse!” You hissed, trying to escape from his bond.

“Then I refuse your refusal!” Luffy starts to lose his calmness, and he holds you even tighter, “Please Wet blankie! What’s-your-name! I promise you, they are not going to hurt you-!”

“Go away!” You screeched with all your might, pushing Luffy away and hoping that your cross might make a nick on him. You kept running, you could care less if Luffy begged you to stop, you can't simply look back. Perhaps you assumed that Ace summoned himself right next to Luffy, his eyes boring at your running form. He grabbed Luffy by his shoulder, in a regality fit for a king.

“Don't let her go, Luff,” Ace spoke, honeyed and full of dark intent, “All of us had waited years to have her back. We can’t lose her now.”

“No…” Luffy nodded, “I won’t. We’ll get her.”

There is nothing worse than to run from fairies and get lost again in their forest. Exhausted as you are, there is no willingness from you to yield from their relentless pursuit. You are going home, and that is final.

Then your nose picked up a salt-like scent. The ground is becoming more coarser as well. You finally realize that as you are busy fleeing for your life, you end up on a sandy beach. Not too distant from you is an ominous cave on the seawater, far too eerie to enter.

And yet, as if curiosity overrides your logic, you decided to take a closer look at it instead.

“Come here…” You jumped. There was a faint voice coming from the cave. So you know how to play this game. You firmly planted your foot into the sand, ignoring the voice that keeps persistently trying to coax you inside.

You crossed your arms and looked away.

The cave lets out a guttural growl - something comes out. You kept your fingers clenched onto the cross as a creature, a merman-like being, swims out, and reaches near you. Aside from his long hair, a striking feature of him is his strange triangle-shaped eyebrows that frame his sharp eyes.

“Must you be so stubborn, child? I know what was going on here, and I am here to help.” He drawled.

Basil Hawkins, the Marmennill, is here to lead you.

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sadrottengirl · 4 months ago

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Masterlist

The golden marks

Jinwoo x Fem!reader

Chapter 3

You stared at you phone that showed the quick chat you had with the ma- Sung Jinwoo you had learned that as his name, you just gave him your first name as to not arise any suspicion.

The two of you had arranged to meet in front of his house so that you could quickly drop off his now clean hoodie, you stode in front of the door watching it threw your dark sunglasses that slightly tilted downward so you could see better.

Letting out a soft sigh you hit your knuckles against the door twice before retreating your hand, waiting for the door to be opened it didn't take long what sounded like a feminine voice grumbled, something you didn't quite understand from behind the door.

When it opened a girl who seemed significantly younger than you was on the other side, your face morphed into your signature smile you assumed she must be Jinwoo's sister he had mentioned having one.

"oh uhm hello-" her cheeks dusted pink 'why is this random woman at the door' Jinah thought looking at the pretty lady in front of her, you brought the bag that contained the washed hoodie inside, slightly up "hi! is your brother home?" your smile widened a bit as you tilted your head, a quick silence fell between the two of you.

And then the girls eyes shot with determination as if she just had the revelation of her life, 'is she- Jinwoo's girlfriend?!' her face shifted into shock yes her brother had indeed become quite the catch, but still how did he score this girl?!

"uhm I'm here to return his hoodie?" your face fell slightly as she had been starring at you for the past 5 minutes without giving you any real verbal response, now her exterior was a complete poker face while her head became and actual mess 'THIS IS WHAT HE'S BEEN DOING?!' she screamed in her head referring to the poor idiot in front of her.

You let out a sound that was between a gasp and a whine when she took your hand practically shoving you inside "he's not home but he'll be back soon, come in!" safe to say she was very pleased at the moment.

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You found yourself sitting next to Jinah on the couch after she made tea, the TV as background noise the two of you where having a pleasant conversation, she talked about school, friends and her brother she kept the conversation very light, whenever she would ask questions you'd respond vaguely for the most part, lying would have been easier but you didn't have it in you to lie to such a sweet girl.

"What really? And what did you say?" Jinah seemed very interested in the argument you recently had with your boss.. Not the caffè one, "nothing at all!" she let out a gasp "whaaaat?! No sassy line with perfect delivery?!" you shock your head "my annoyed death glare was a thousand more effective than any one liner, oh but how many times have I fantasized hitting him square in the face breaking those ugly glasses of his" the younger girl let out a loud laugh "thats what I think about my teacher all the time!".

The two of you stared at each other before breaking into laughter, as the noise subsided her head shifted to the TV you took the chance to take a sip of your tea, almost spitting it out from the incredulous scream Jinah let out, you coughed hard the tea definitely went in the wrong pipe, your gaze moved to see what was so incredible, your eyes widened.

It was you, shifting your gaze to her she was starring mouth agape that was the moment the door slammed open startling the both of you.

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An:

Jinah is literally the best btw

She probably wouldn't have recognized you hadn't she looked over at the TV, guess your just that unlucky huh?

Oh also the plot is gonna kick in soon (I think)

#solo leveling #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo #sung jinwoo x reader #cha hae-in x reader #sung jinah

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lonesome-sometimes · 1 year ago

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your favourite centrefold

I was bored and wrote this with nasty cherry on repeat do not take any of this seriously anyway

you were aware of the types of men that came to drink in bars like this one at this time of night - more specifically the types of men you simply couldn’t stop coming back for.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: unprotected sex, dom matty, semi-public sex, cheating, alcohol, face and pussy slapping, cum play, use of “sir” and daddy kink, degradation, manhandling, age gap, rough sex, thigh fucking, slut shaming (??)

minors do not interact!

you were aware of the types of men that came to drink in bars like this one at this time of night - more specifically the types of men you simply couldn’t stop coming back for.

you pull your dress up a little higher, leaving nothing to the imagination as you move further into the room knowing it all too well by now. asking the bartender for your usual poison of choice, you lean up against the dark wood searching for your weekly fill.

It was a tuesday night, nothing too special but you were bored and felt the need to start your weekend early. fortunately for you that meant the place was close to being empty while also meaning your task was much easier - especially when you see him.

you had never seen him before - you would remember every inch of him if you had. sitting at the bar nursing what seemed to be a whiskey was probably the hottest man you had ever seen in your life. the wife beater he was wearing hugged his shoulders and back so perfectly, showing off the number of tattoos covering his arms, as well as grey curls that were mostly slicked back. the few that refused to be tamed making home on his forehead instead.

he was perfect and you needed him.

you finish your drink as fast as possible before making your way towards him. you notice the cigarettes and lighter sitting next to his drink, as well as his open wallet with a picture of what seems to be him and his girlfriend? wife? making the situation so much more fun and him more attractive than you found him before. he finally notices you as you slide up next to him, bracketing him in between yourself and the wall. he gives you a quick glance over, the wetness between your legs pooling by the second as he seems somewhat unimpressed.

you take him in, noticing the light stubble dusting his cheeks while trying not to drown in his scent - a mix of faint cologne, cigarettes and what is definitely another woman’s perfume - before mustering up the courage to actually speak.

“hey.”

he actually fucking smirks at you, seeming to find the situation amusing as he takes a sip of his drink and sighs dramatically. “so, you’re the girl my mate george warned me about, hm?”

your eyes widen, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. endless faces began flowing through your mind until you remember the one he’s talking about. george. he had been both sweet and cruel when you needed him to be, tall and handsome and he had fucked you so, so well in the backseat of his car after you sucked his cock for him in the toilets. how could you forget about george?

If you ever went back in for a second helping, he would be the absolute top of your list. however you had made a promise to yourself when you first started this whole ordeal that you would never fuck the same man twice, and you were determined to keep it that way.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about?” you say sweetly, playing innocent and cocking your head to the side, twirling your curls around your fingertips which only had the man shaking his head in fake annoyance.

“unlucky for you, I don’t fuck pretty girls that whore themselves out in dive bars. take your act elsewhere, I’m not interested.”

well, that was new.

you pout, suddenly not liking the surprise of a challenge. usually you had the men that came here drooling after you, unable to resist the temptation of a sweet, young thing begging to be fucked by a much older man in such a degrading way. you swallow your pride, accepting the little game he’s started.

“who said anything about fucking? maybe I just wanted to talk to you. It seems like you are the one with an idea, sir.” you knew adding on the title at the end was asking for trouble but you didn’t really care at this point, again feeling defeated when he doesn’t even flinch. “If you’re offering though, I could be so very good for you. did george tell you how good I am at sucking cock?”

“I thought you didn’t know who that was? good girls don’t lie, princess. especially not to dirty, old men like me.” he warns, slowly losing his patience. you keep up this game of back and forth for a little longer, rubbing his shoulder and smiling coyly. you quickly learn that his name is Matty, going dumb when you eventually notice what is definitely a wedding ring shining proudly on his hand. you turn to batting your eyelashes and giggling a little too loudly just like you knew how instead in hopes it would do something, anything at this point. fuck, he was hot.

his grip on his glass tightens before he finishes the last of the liquor, slamming it down on the top and startling you out of your daydream in the process. he turns back to you, becoming increasingly annoyed as well as desperate the longer you stare back. “sweet, dumb thing. didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“no, you never taught me anything like that, daddy.”

that seems to be what sends him over the edge as he stands up, grabbing your wrist tightly as he pulls you outside. you couldn’t contain your giggles of excitement, high on the adrenaline from the alcohol and the fact that you had actually won and were promised an actual good fuck. he continues to drag you down the side of the building, crowding you up against the wall of the dimly lit alleyway that you had become far too familiar with.

he pushes the hem of your baby pink dress up your thighs, revealing the angelic white lace that barely covers your wetness. he slaps over your covered clit, holding your jaw firmly in place as he does so. “needy little girl, you think this is fun and games, don’t you? all I wanted was to come here for a little quiet drink, to get away from my annoying fucking wife, but here I am stuck putting girls like you in their place.”

you whine loudly as he pushes your panties down your legs, letting them gather down at your heels. you paint the perfect image of a whore and you wouldn’t have it any other way as long as he kept touching you. he roughly spins you around so your face is pressed up against the brick, melting against his hold when you finally hear the zip of his pants.

“what are you smiling at, huh? what’s got you so happy?” he spits, keeping your head in place as he begins to stroke his cock till he’s fully hard which doesn’t take long. you were a little disappointed that you weren’t going to get to see it or feel it on your tongue, but you couldn’t be too upset given the circumstances. you totally forgot he had asked you a question though until he’s slapping your face, cheek blooming under his blow as he demands an answer from you and fast.

you blink a couple times before the brain fog subsides for a second, allowing you to form a somewhat coherent sentence. “m just so happy you’re gonna fuck me, daddy. can’t wait to be full of your cock.” you answer sincerely, anticipating the feel of his length entering you at any second and pushing your ass out in hopes it’ll speed things up.

except it never comes.

Instead, you hear that dark chuckle from earlier come back from behind you. confused, you try and spread your legs but he forcefully closes them again, keeping a hand tightly on the small of your back and holdind you in place. you gasp when you eventually feel the head of his leaking cock press between the gap inbetween your thighs, a drop of precum falling and trickling down them as you realise what is actually happening.

“I thought I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you, or are you just too cock hungry to remember, darling? who knows where this slutty fucking pussy has been?” he reaches round and slaps your clit again, causing you to cry out at the harsh treatment. “that doesn’t mean you get to spend your time teasing me, getting me hard and aching without doing anything about it.” and with that, he pushes his cock directly between your thighs.

he groans loudly, going slow as he adjusts to the tightness of your legs squeezing his cock just right. you whimper as he picks up his pace, slowly realising you weren’t about to get a good fuck at all. you sick basterd.

he uses you like a sex doll, fucking your thighs fast and needily until you can sense he’s about to cum due to the fact he’s the most vocal he’s been the whole night. “such a fucking whore, yeah? letting me use you however I want? getting fucked in some back alley behind a dirty old bar. you should be so proud of yourself honey. I know I am, fuck.”

your cunt clenches at his words, wetness dripping down towards where his cock meets the plush of your thighs. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out from between them and paints his cum across the backs and the top of your ass, stroking himself though it while reaching around to grope at your tits through the thin material of your dress

when he’s done, he gathers his cum between his fingers and shoves them directly into your neglected cunt, pushing the cum deeper and deeper and almost getting you embarrassingly close to the edge. he then quickly pushes his digits past your pretty pink lips, letting you suck the taste of you both from them as the coolness of his wedding ring keeps pressing against your cheek. “here you go, baby. I’m so kind and thoughtful, how about you thank me for not using your cum dump hm? that’ll give you some time to tighten up before some other perverted, married man gets to fuck you.”

you smile, half dazed and exhausted as the pleasure in your core begins to subside and you’re able to think more clearly. you turn your head, giggling when you realise something that he doesn’t know. you sigh sweetly as you always do, giving him your best doe eyes before saying, “thank you for not fucking my cunt, daddy.”

he never actually fucked you, or even made you cum for that matter, meaning you never broke your only rule. as you lean down to pull up your panties and pull down your dress, you secretly hope that the married man with curly hair decides to come back very soon.

#matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #dom matty healy #the 1975 fic

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leonslutkennedeeznuts · 2 years ago

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can you write Leon x short f!reader. we talking 150cm oow that’s will be cute to read

the first meeting will be:

she’s his new neighbour in the building, there apartments are cross each other. he didn’t know, when she moved he was in a mission. he come back at late after midnight.

In the morning he got out from his apartment to go to his work and he was locking the door when he intended to turn and leave he bumped into her because he didn’t see her. when he looked down he saw grocery bags covering your face , leon” oh sorry I didn’t see you’, you tilted your head slightly to see the person from behind the bags , you smiled’o-ooh don’t worry about it”, he offered “do you wanna help with that” he pointed to seem a heavy bags for you, you nod negative’ no thanks tho’ and you grab your keys from your pocket to open your apartment .

he thinks you are the cutest thing he ever seen. and he keeps thinking about you at work and Chris and Claire noticed!

re4 or re6 🤔..

My first fic request!!! Leon x Short Fem!Reader | Mentions of Claire and Chris | Fluffy Smut (if this is trash I AM SO SORRY!)

Leon hadn't noticed someone new had moved into his apartment building until he bumped into you that one fateful morning on his way to work. He had to look down to see who or what he'd hit before he realized. You were carrying groceries to the apartment right across from his, obviously struggling a little bit.

"Hey, sorry about that. I can help you drop these bags off," he offered only for you to shake your head no and hurry into your apartment.

He had tried to shrug the awkward encounter off but he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed watching you walk away, the sway of your hips almost putting him in a trance. You were very short, barely 5'0 if he had to guess and for a split second the thought of lifting you into his arms effortlessly crossed his mind (and was filed away into his dirty thoughts).

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Claire was the first to notice his little crush. She refused to drop the subject, even getting Chris involved in the teasing.

"Aww, Leon has a crush! Tell me all about her, you must," she pleaded.

"Yeah, Kennedy, who's the unlucky girl," Chris joked.

They were relentless but Leon refused to give in and talk about you with them. He wasn't sure if you'd be interested in the guy who almost knocked you over on your moving day. He'd been watching you ever since, trying not to be so obvious and creepy. His living room window gave him the perfect view of your front door- maybe he peeked every now and again to watch you leave and return home, hoping he'd be bold enough to just talk to you one day beyond the simple "Hi" and "Have a good day".

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Leon finally had the courage to talk to you about two weeks later. The apartment complex was having a social hour, free drinks with light snacks at the clubhouse and you were there. Your smile and laugh lit up the room. He made his way over to you, nervous yet confident when he reached out to shake your hand.

"I'm Leon, I live across from you."

"Oh yeah, I've seen you around," you replied, hoping to not make it so obvious how attracted you were to him. "I'm new to the area."

"Well I'd love to show you around, if you're interested," Leon offered. There was a really nice steakhouse downtown that he'd love to take you to, to show you off, see you all dressed up in heels that would probably still have him towering over you.

You blushed and nodded at this invitation. "I'd like that a lot, Leon."

Everything seemed to fall into place from there.

You exchanged numbers and went on your first date the following Friday night. Leon was quickly falling for you, the way your head rested on his chest when you cuddled on the couch, the way he had to almost crouch down to kiss you with his hands in your hair, the way you stood on your tip toes to meet his lips halfway.

The arch of your back as you took every inch of him so perfectly, squealing and begging for more. The way you rode him and let his hands hold your hips steady as he pounded into you, his eyes transfixed on the bulge in your stomach from the length of him. The way your tight, little mouth couldn't fit all of him but you tried so hard, gagging and tearing up swallowing his load. How he could lift you up and have you bouncing on his cock, your cum leaking down his thighs as he was relentlessly hellbent on making you orgasm over and over, your nails digging into his shoulders and back.

It wasn't long before you were moving into his apartment after Leon bought out your lease, having you meet Claire and Chris and the rest of his close friends with Leon proudly introducing you as his girlfriend.

#ask deeznuts #leon fic request #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x female reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x short reader #leon kennedy x short female reader

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pawnshopbleus · 1 year ago

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Miller's Girl

Chapter Two - Professor Miller

Professor!Joel Miller x Fem!College Student!Reader Very Loosely based off of the new movie, Miller's Girl, starring Jenna Ortega and Martin Freeman

Summary - Your landlord decides to raise the rent in your studio apartment the day you are fired from your job. In need of money, you sign up for a babysitting service your friend suggested. You didn’t expect to get an offer so quickly, and you also didn’t expect to come from your professor.

Series contains - cursing, mature language, teacher x student relationship, age gap, smut, fluff, angst, non beta read chapters and everything else I forgot to mention

Authors Note - Sorry for the late update. My mom took my computer away and I physically cannot write on my phone.

College, no outbreak, and modern AU

Joel had been looking for a new babysitter ever since the last one had left. She was an older lady who had lost her husband in the Vietnam War. Joel respected her until she quit unexpectedly the Saturday evening before Joel had a big dinner with the president of the university. He had to beg Tommy and Maria to watch Sarah for the night.

You were the first person that caught his eye on the website. Your experience was subpar and your bio was brief but it contained just enough detail to get him interested. When he scrolled to see what else you did outside of babysitting, his smile fell from his face. You were a student and not just any student. You were a student at the university he taught at. He didn’t want to risk his employment for a simple babysitter so he kept scrolling. Each profile after yours looked plain and simple, something he didn’t like. No one seemed qualified enough to take care of his beloved Sarah except you.

His email to you was like your bio, brief but it contained just enough detail. He signed his name at the bottom and prayed that his position didn’t scare you away. He needed you to agree to this. You were perfect for the job. You were young and could connect with Sarah more than the last babysitter did. Judging from your bio, you were also smart. You seemed like a great role model for Sarah.

Your response came an hour later. Joel chewed on his bottom lip in anticipation of what the email would say. He let out a sigh of relief when you agreed to become Sarah’s babysitter.

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

One word that you would use to describe yourself would be unlucky. You were sure that whoever worked high up in the sky had it out for you.

Your counselor called you into his office early Saturday morning to discuss your future after college. You told him that you hoped to become an interior designer once you graduate. He then asked why you didn’t major in interior design instead of architecture. You then told him that he should have asked you this when you were a freshman. You could tell that your counselor wanted to roll his eyes but he kept his composure. He clicked and scrolled away on his computer while you sat there in silence.

“You’re ten credits under the required amount to graduate,” your counselor said.

“What?” The scream you let out contrasted the monotone voice your counselor spoke in.

Your counselor let out a breath through his nose. “Look, you can either graduate next year or you can take another required class for your major.”

“But I thought that I completed all the required classes for my major? It’s the middle of the first semester and I’m pretty sure all the classes are full.”

“There’s one class open with two seats left. I can put you in that class and you’ll start on Monday. You’ll have to catch up on work but i’m pretty sure you’ll be fine.” Your counselor looks you up and down and continues, “You don’t seem like the type to get out much.”

Your left eye twitched at the comment. It was true, but he had no right to say that. You could report him to his superiors but that would be too much paperwork.

“Who teaches the class?” you asked. You hoped that at least the teacher was nice. Maybe they would be a little bit nicer than the asshole in charge of your future at this school.

“Professor Miller.”

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

Mondays were never Joel’s favorite time of the week. Sarah had soccer on Mondays and Fridays which meant that he had to get up extra early to pack her bags. The last time she packed her own bag, she forgot her ball and her cleats. When the babysitter starts everything will be a lot easier for him.

A new student has just been added to his roster. Never in his twenty-five years of teaching has a student been added to his class in the middle of the semester. Just another paper to read and another packet of homework to grade. This is exactly what he needed! It’s not like he didn’t have a twelve-year-old daughter to raise all by himself.

The campus is stunningly beautiful in the mornings. The sun shines on the trees and grass, illuminating the green blades and leaves. The school spends a lot of money on its campus. They pride themselves on having one of the prettiest campuses in all of Texas.

Joel’s lecture room isn’t too far from where he parked. It’s nice outside. The October breeze sweeps his hair back and he has to smooth it down with his hands. The brown messenger bag slung around his shoulders dangles and hits against his outer thigh as he walks. Contrary to popular belief, Joel isn’t mean or rude. He’s just a simple man who prefers to have a little privacy once in a while. He is also tough on his students because he wants them to succeed. Professors who are “easy” get on his nerves. They crave the respect of their students rather than earning it. Joel has worked too damn long and hard to care about what his students think about him.

His lecture room is cold. Not the usual sixty degrees he likes to keep it at, but more like a chilly forty degrees. He can see his breath flow out in front of him like a ghost. He knows that his students hate being in a cold classroom, but none of them are brave enough to tell him what to do.

Students start pouring in and sitting in their usual seats. They can immediately tell the temperature difference. They hug their arms closer and rock their bodies, trying to preserve warmth.

The small hand of the clock hovers over the number nine and Joel walks over to the door getting ready to lock it. Just as his hand hovers over the knob, the door is thrown open and Joel stumbles back.

You enter the classroom, eyes wide. You look around at the vast array of students already sitting down in their seats. They all look at you with a look of horror. You don’t understand why they are looking at you like that until you turn around.

Professor Miller is standing at his full height, his arms are crossed, and he looks like he’s about to explode with anger. Then, he sees your face and realizes who you are. He must have recognized you from the website because his shoulders relax and he nods his head to the sea of students, prompting you to sit down.

The only seat open is in the back of the room. You walk through the sea of students all looking at you. Some look at you with a look of sympathy while others look at you with disgust.

You make yourself as small as possible when you reach your seat. Once you reach inside your bag, you realize that you have forgotten your laptop on your bed. No wonder your bag felt lighter today than it usually does.

You pull a pen and paper out of your bag and begin scribbling as much information as you can. Your usual neat handwriting looks more like chicken scratch as you try and copy down information thrown at you by Professor Miller. It would have been a lot easier if he talked a little slower.

Two hours have flown by and students practically skip out of the class, happy to escape the cold. Thanks to your seat being in the back, you were one of the last people to get to the door. Before you can exit, Professor Miller stands in front of you, his arms crossed once again.

“This was strike number one,” he said. You gulped and opened your mouth to explain yourself, but he put his hand up. Your mouth closed shut and you nodded your head.

The rest of the day, you walked with your head held low. It wasn’t until you got back to your apartment that you finally felt better. Being home meant that there wouldn’t be anyone there to judge you or give you dirty looks.

You flopped onto your bed. Bill went up in the air and fell back down onto the bed. Bill could sense your distress, so he curled up next you and the two of you fell asleep.

#joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller

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solar-verse · 4 months ago

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Masterlist

06: chapter five

Idoljk x oc

The three girls, Rian, Sarang, and Aera sat huddled around a small table in their favorite coffee shop, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. Between them sat a half-eaten slice of chocolate cake and three colorful milkshakes. At sixteen and in their first year of high school, these were the two friends Rian had clung to since primary school.

"Whoever told me first year of high school would be easy, I’d rip their head off," Sarang grumbled, stabbing her fork into the cake with unnecessary force.

Aera nodded vigorously, her straw slurping the last drops of her strawberry milkshake. "I feel like I’m drowning in homework and assignments. And don’t even get me started on exams, that’s a whole other nightmare."

"Ugh, don’t remind me," Sarang groaned, rubbing her temples.

Rian, meanwhile, was blissfully sucking on her chocolate milkshake, and yes her addiction had only worsened with age, and shrugged. "It’s not that hard."

Two pairs of eyes snapped to her, wide with disbelief.

"Excuse me?" Sarang’s spoon froze mid-air, pointing accusingly at Rian. "You don’t get to talk. You could fall asleep in every class and still top the rankings. It’s not fair."

It wasn’t entirely untrue. Rian had realized early on that she didn’t work hard because she loved school, she hated physics and math as much as the next person, but because something in her recoiled at the idea of not doing her absolute best. A less-than-perfect score left her restless, as if she’d failed some invisible standard she’d set for herself, and it's not even from her parents pressure, they weren't that hard on her studies like other parents. She simply found herself wanting to do her best in everything she did.

Aera suddenly choked on her drink, eyes glued to her phone. "Oh my god, BTS just wrapped up their tour in Macau! They’re coming back to Seoul for the finale!"

As if the universe was mocking her, Spring Day began playing softly over the café speakers. Rian’s stomach twisted. Of course her two friends had to be ARMYs.

"Hey, Rian," Aera said, leaning forward with sudden interest. "Do you think Jungkook will come back to Busan during their break?"

Rian shoved a giant forkful of cake into her mouth, buying time.

"How would I know?" she mumbled once she’d swallowed.

Sarang raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Wasn’t he, like, your honorary older brother or something?"

Rian suppressed a sigh. This again. Everyone, from classmates and their mothers assumed she and Jungkook were close.

"No," she said flatly. "He’s just my brother’s best friend."

And that was the truth. Over the years, as BTS’s fame skyrocketed, Jungkook’s visits home had dwindled to almost nothing. When he did come back, he was the same with her parents, his bond with Rowoon as strong as ever. But with her? Nothing. No teasing, no playful arguments, as if every time he visited, all the things she listed just now appeared to be lessened by the year. Till it just became polite, distant nods if she was lucky.

Meanwhile, her feelings were a different story entirely.

"How unlucky for us," Sarang sighed dramatically.

"Aera, we have to go," Sarang said abruptly, checking her phone. "I promised my mom I’d stop by the pharmacy, and she’ll kill me if I’m late."

"But Rian—"

"It’s fine," Rian waved them off. "I was gonna head home anyway."

As Rian walked home, she pulled out her phone and opened the last message thread between her and Rowoon. Her "Happy Birthday" text from the early morning still sat unanswered. Is he mad she didn’t send a gift yet? she wondered, though in her defense, she had bought him one, a blank notebook titled My Brother’s Dumb Thoughts in her messiest handwriting. She just hadn’t found time to mail it to Daejeon, where he was buried in his studies at KAIST.

Truthfully, Rian hadn’t held much faith in her brother during his final year of high school, especially with the university entrance exams looming. It wasn’t that Rowoon was dumb, she’d admit grudgingly that he was actually intelligent, but he’d seemed determined to prove the opposite to the world. That was, until one pivotal night when their parents sat him down for The Talk about his future.

Rian remembered it vividly the way Rowoon, usually all smirks and sarcasm, had slumped in his chair and confessed, "I like gaming. I like to work in a career that has something I'm passionate in, also I want to make my own game someday." The rawness in his voice had stunned her into rare silence. No snarky comment, no eye roll, just quiet shock at seeing her brother serious.

After that, it was like a switch had flipped. Rowoon inhaled textbooks like oxygen. For the last two months before exams, he barely left his room except to emerge, hollow-eyed and mute like the informations would disappear in to thin air if he blinked or opened his mouth, to shovel food into his mouth before disappearing again. Rian had tiptoed around him during that time, even making his favorite snacks, unprompted, and resisting the urge to tease him. Not that he’d noticed. If asked about that period, Rowoon would probably say he’d been in a coma.

Somehow, against all odds, he’d clawed his way into KAIST’s game programming program. And though she’d never say it to his face, Rian was really proud of him.

"Mom, I'm home!" Rian called out as she stepped inside, immediately greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of grilled meat. She kicked off her shoes and hurried to the kitchen. "Umm, what are you cooking? It smells amazing!"

"Just some food," her mom replied casually, stirring a pot of seaweed soup.

Rian gasped dramatically. "You made seaweed soup too? Mom, are we celebrating my birthday again? I know you love me, but this is too much!"

"Am I chopped liver here?" a familiar voice drawled behind her.

Rian spun around, clutching her chest. Rowoon leaned against the doorway, his signature smirk in place. "What are you doing here?" she squeaked.

"And I see you're still a little demon," he said, ruffling her hair. "Dad, you spoil this gremlin way too much."

Her father wrapped an arm around Rian's shoulders, grinning. "Well, Rowoon, while you were gone, we had to spoil your sister extra to keep from missing you too much." Rian stuck her tongue out at her brother triumphantly.

"I see. Then I should probably head back to Daejeon," Rowoon deadpanned.

"Yes, go back! Leave my parents to spoil me in peace!" Rian shot back.

"You little brat," Rowoon growled, snatching her from under their dad's arm. "When I saw your message this morning, I actually thought you'd turned into a decent human being. And yet, you still didn’t get me a gift?" He noogied her head mercilessly while she squirmed, laughing.

"Okay, both of you out of my kitchen!" their mom ordered, brandishing a kitchen knife. "Let your brother eat before he meets his friends at the restaurant."

Rian smoothed her hair, eyeing Rowoon. "You're going out?"

"Yeah. Meeting some high school friends. Jungkook’s coming too it’s rare we get to hang out these days. He’s heading back to Seoul tomorrow."

At Jungkook’s name, Rian��s hands stilled mid-fix. She darted to the couch and latched onto Rowoon’s arm, batting her eyelashes. "Oppaaaaa."

Rowoon recoiled. "What the—?"

"Can I come with you?"

"No."

"Why not? I miss you!" She squeezed his arm tighter. "And I did get you a gift! I just feel like... we’re not as close as we used to be." She shot a pointed glance at their parents, who were now watching with interest.

Rowoon’s eyes widened he knew he’d been cornered.

"Rowoon, let your sister go with you," their dad chimed in. "She misses you, and you’re leaving soon anyway."

Rian nodded fervently, widening her eyes into her best puppy-dog stare.

Rowoon groaned. "Aish, fine! But you promise not to talk. Stay quiet the whole time." He mimed zipping his lips.

Rian mirrored the gesture eagerly.

"And where’s this gift you mentioned?"

Grinning, she sprinted to her room and returned with a clumsily wrapped notebook. Rowoon tore open the paper, only to freeze at the title scrawled across the cover

My Brother’s Dumb Thoughts

"It’s a great gift," their dad said cheerfully.

Rian burst into laughter as Rowoon’s face darkened with murderous intent.

Rian lingered behind her brother as he greeted his friends, hugging and clapping shoulders with people whose names she barely remembered. Her eyes darted around the private dining room, searching for him, but Jungkook wasn’t there yet. A frown tugged at her lips.

"Ohhh, is this your girlfriend?" one of the guys teased, nudging Rowoon while eyeing Rian.

Rowoon scoffed, shoving him. "You must be out of your damn mind. This is Rian, my sister."

"Rian! Look how much you’ve grown!" A woman Minji, Rian recalled vaguely, beamed at her. The group consisted of five guys and three women, all crowded around a low table in the restaurant’s private room. "You’re turned so pretty! Come sit with us."

Rian forced a small smile and slid into the seat between Minji and another woman, Hana. She shrugged off her coat and draped it over the back of her chair, smoothing her dress as she sat.

"So where’s Jungkook?" Rowoon asked, scanning the room.

"Running late," someone answered.

Rian pretended to study the menu, her fingers tightening around the edges.

"Let’s order before he gets here," Rowoon suggested.

"Perfect. Soju all around! Rian, you drink soju, right?" one of the guys asked with a grin.

Rowoon smacked the back of his head hard. "Did you hit your head? She’s sixteen. Order her juice."

Rian winced at the sound of the impact.

Just then, the door slid open. "Sorry, traffic was a nightmare."

Her heart lurched. Slowly, she looked up.

Jungkook.

He moved through the room effortlessly, shaking hands and pulling Rowoon into a half-hug. When his gaze swept over the women, his smile faltered for a fraction of a second, just long enough for Rian to notice before he took his seat across from her.

He didn’t even say hello.

Rian’s stomach twisted. She dropped her eyes back to the menu, gripping it like a lifeline.

The next sixty minutes crawled by. Rian felt like an outsider at a party where everyone spoke a language she didn’t understand. Minji and Hana tried to include her, asking about school and her interests, and she answered politely, but her attention kept drifting.

Across the table, the third woman Jimin, leaned into Jungkook’s space, laughing too loudly at everything he said. He didn’t seem to mind, his low chuckle making Rian’s nails dig into her palms.

Of course he’d date. She knew that.

But seeing it, watching him smile at someone else, someone older. felt like swallowing glass.

She wished she hadn’t come.

Rian leaned forward to grab a piece of meat when a familiar cramp twisted low in her abdomen. Her eyes widened. No. Not now, it's too early. She sat back abruptly, rummaging through her bag with increasing desperation.

"Rian? What are you looking for?" Minji asked, chopsticks paused mid-air.

Rian ducked her head, cheeks burning. "Unnie," she whispered, "do you have a pad?"

Minji set her utensils down at once. "Of course. Let's go to the bathroom."

As they stood, Rian sent a silent thank you for wearing her black dress.

"Where are you two going?" Rowoon called out, drawing the table's attention. Even Jungkook, who hadn't so much as glanced at her all night finally looked up.

"Rian's dress has something stuck to the back," Minji lied smoothly. "I'm helping her check."

Rowoon shrugged and returned to his meal.

In the bathroom stall, Rian clenched her teeth as another cramp hit. Officially the worst night of her life. Between the humiliation, Jungkook's indifference, and now this, she'd beg Rowoon to let her leave early.

They were halfway back to the private room when Minji gasped. "Go ahead I think my bracelet fell off. I'll catch up."

Rian nodded. As she approached the slightly ajar door, raucous laughter spilled into the hallway:

"—since when did Rowoon have a sister like that ? How old is she again?" The soju guy. Her skin crawled.

"Sixteen."

"Damn! The way he talked about her, I thought she was nine." The one who'd mistaken her for Rowoon's girlfriend.

"Careful. He'd murder you if he heard."

A snicker. "Worth it. Two years till she's legal, why not shoot my shot? That body on a sixteen-year-old? Unreal. Hey Jungkook, why'd you never mention her?"

Rian's breath hitched. No. He wouldn't—

Through the door crack, she saw them: the five guys, minus Rowoon. Hana and Jimin were absent. And Jungkook, Jungkook was right there, sipping his drink, saying nothing.

"Don't ask him," someone jeered. "Pretty sure little Rian's got a crush. Did you see her staring at him all night?"

"Lucky bastard."

The mirror across the hall reflected her tear-streaked face. One thought crystallized They know. He knows. And he doesn't care.

Footsteps approached, Minji returning. Before she could be seen, Rian shoved the door open. The laughter died instantly.

She didn't look at any of them as she grabbed her coat and bag.

"Rian? Where are you—" Minji caught her arm in the hallway.

"Forgot homework," Rian choked out, yanking free. "Tell Rowoon I took an Uber."

Her hands shook as she held her phone.

"Rian."

The voice cut through the night air as she stood trembling outside the restaurant. She didn’t turn, couldn’t, until Jungkook stepped directly into her path, blocking her view of the street.

"Wait for your brother. Don’t leave alone." His tone was firm, but it only made her grip her phone tighter.

"No."

"Stop being stubborn." He reached for her phone, but she jerked back, finally lifting her tear-streaked face to his. Let him see. Let him see the hurt he’d helped carve into her.

"I know you don’t care, so don’t pretend now." Her voice shook, but the words were sharp. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell Rowoon how disgusting his friends are. Or how you just sat there and let them talk about me like that."

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. "Why would I care? I’m not your brother."

The words landed like a physical blow. Rian actually took a step back. He really doesn’t care at all.

"No one asked you to come tonight," he continued, his voice low and icy. "I’ve hinted a hundred times that it annoys me, how you cling to Rowoon. But we both know why you’re really here. You just refuse to take the hint."

Rian’s breath hitched. He knew. He’d always known.

"You’re just a silly teenager," he said, his gaze freezing her in place. "Always lost in your drawings and designs like they’ll actually matter someday. Grow up."

For a moment, she couldn’t speak. The cruelty of it, the way he reduced her dreams, her feelings, to nothing, left her hollow.

Then, quietly,

"I knew you didn’t like me. But to sit there while your friends mocked me? That’s not just indifference. That’s cruel." She swallowed hard. "If you don’t respect me, at least respect Rowoon enough to pretend. But don’t worry, after tonight, you’ll never have to see me again."

Jungkook’s expression didn’t flicker. "That’s all I’ve wanted from the start."

A taxi pulled up, its vacant light glowing like a lifeline. Rian yanked the door open and slid inside without looking back. As the car pulled away, she pressed a hand to her mouth, choking on the sob she refused to let out.

Behind her, Jungkook stood motionless in the neon-lit street, his fists clenched at his sides.

Rian stepped into her room. Sketches of jewelry designs covered every wall, their intricate lines mocking her. Was she just a silly teenager with silly dreams? The question clawed at her chest.

Jungkook’s words echoed like a knife twisting deeper"Grow up."

It wasn’t just rejection. It was the way he’d looked at her, like she was nothing. Like her heart was something he could crush underfoot and let others trample too. A hollow laugh escaped her. First heartbreak? Pathetic. There’d never been a relationship. Just her, alone, weaving fantasies out of glances and half-smiles.

Then her eyes landed on the poster above her wall ROYAL COLLEGE OF ART.

Her dream. Her future.

Jungkook could strip her of dignity, but not this. Not the certainty in her gut when a design clicked.

Before she could second-guess herself, she was at her parents’ door. Their muffled voices paused as she knocked.

"Mom, Dad," she said, voice steadier than she felt. "I need to talk to you."

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