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ecto-space · 1 year ago
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alright who the FUCK spilt all these cheetos on my bed
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russellsppttemplates · 7 months ago
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How about a blurb of happy tipsy/drunk Lando and reader on the boat and he's extra clingy and saying sweet funny things? Bonus points if she's caring for his bloody nose and he's looking at her with the gloomy sparkly eyes (we have all seen the pictures 👀🫣)
Note: the more content I see from this day, the more I think this is going in the books 😅
Cw: mentions a cut, blood, alcohol consumption
"Fill mine, please!", Lando asked one of the guys as he filled his own cup with some orange drink right on theme for the day.
When you said you'd join the celebrations for King's Day, Lando and Martin were the most excited for it and promised you one hell of a party indeed.
"Show me how you dance with your pretty hips! Baby, are my moves as good as yours?", Lando said as he swayed his hips from side to side, his knees helping him bounce slightly as he waved the cup around. The sunglasses didn't cover his blushed cheeks and big smile, but you were sure they were hiding your favourite pair of eyes, now probably squinty and glassy as he sang loudly.
"Yes, Lan, they're good", you shook your head as you laughed, letting him pull you closer to him so he could dance with you.
"My chest is full of love for you, baby", Lando whispered on your ear before he nipped at the skin there.
"We're out, Lando, there's other people here", you gasped even though you were enjoying his touches a little too much. Drunk Lando often meant an even clingier boyfriend.
"I don't care, I'm full of love for you - I love you!", he stated kissing your lips and everywhere on your face he could.
You turned around for a couple of minutes, approaching the edge so you could get a little bit of air and look at how everyone else was celebrating the day until you heard a gasp followed by Martin calling your name.
"What?", you asked before seeing Lando and his bloody nose, "Oh my word", you whispered as you approached him.
"We clicked the glasses and then this happened", Martin explained as you took a good look at the injury.
Even though it seemed like a little nick on the skin from the glass, it was bleeding a good amount, "Here's the first aid kit", someone said as they handed it to you.
"Does it hurt a lot, love?", you asked Lando as you rummaged through the bag to figure out what you had and what you could do with it.
"It's okay", he mumbled.
"Hold this, Lando, I need to find something to disinfect- we're in a boat full of alcohol drinks but medical grade stuff would be better I guess", you mumbled the last part, trying to read the label of the bottle and smelling them.
Once you look up after finding the rubbing alcohol and some cotton buds and pads, you see the gauze wrapped around his head, "like this, right, lovie?", Lando smiled, a genuine tinge of hope in his voice at helping you help him.
"Not quite", you laughed. You felt bad for doing so while he was clearly hurt despite not hearing many complaints from him.
"Let me put some steri strips - stay still, Lan, I need to see this upclose", you stated after cleaning the cut, applying the strips in a cross since you could see the skin was pulling both ways.
"Did you do it like an X? I felt that", Lando spoke, "X marks the spot for the treasure, doesn't it? I'm your treasure!", he cheered, "Taylor Swift says that it marks the spot where we fell apart, but we never fall apart baby, we're forever".
"You are, Lan, my biggest treasure", you smiled, "can you stay still for a bit longer though, please?", you asked gently still.
Lando complied with your request, staying still as you did your best to make sure the dressing was helping or at least not making the situation worse, "Is this your way of telling me you want me to get a rhinoplasty? Funny, it has rhino in it", he giggled before he attempted to make an elephant noise.
"No, baby, I love your nose just the way it is", you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose when you were happy with the improvised wound dressing, "there, all done! You even get a magic kiss for it to heal faster!".
"You're so pretty, you're really my girlfriend? Ah! Would you look at that, Martin? She's my girlfriend - I'm one lucky dude", Lando beamed at his friend before he kissed your lips, letting you sit on the edge of the boat, "you can sit there, baby, it's got railing to protect you from falling in the water - it's looks mucky", he made a disgusted face.
You sat there, glad to be able to experience these moments with your boyfriend and seeing his so carefree and happy. His PR team would maybe have to do some cleaning up, but at the end of the day, he was a happy young man enjoying his time off and he had the right to enjoy it.
"She is my girlfriend - Look, Y/N! Someone is recording us, say hi, my love!", he yelled, getting you to wave at a girl filming on another boat, "isn't she pretty? And she fixed my nose too!".
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samandcolbyownme · 1 year ago
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Summary: Request on Wattpad - “Could u write on where y/n is a friend of Sam and colby and they invite her to a party with the intention to seduce her at said party, so the whole night they flirt with y/n and tease and touch her. When they notice that she's all riled up and confused they invite her upstairs and shit gets freakydeakey, like pure filth and name calling and stuffAnd they mostly focus on her but like that thing where they're like "you got your fun, now it's our turn to get our fun" I hope it makes sense”
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol drinking, pot smoking, unprotected sex with both Sam and Colby, creampie, choking, biting, sexual inuendos, praising, dirty talk, heavy teasing, filth filth and filth
Since Halloween is coming up��� I’ll do a costume party.. you’re welcome so there is slight references to the devil and other stuff like that.
Word Count: 5.7k | not really edited yet
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You put in your headband that had your white feathery halo attached to the top of it and looked in the mirror, "Hey, mick? You almost ready?"
You applied your red lipstick, pressing your lips together a few times before leaning back up, "They guys told us not to be late."
"The guys can wait, not like our lives revolve around them anyway." Mick says walking into the room.
Your life actually did revolve around them, you liked them. Both. A lot. But no one really knows it. They really can't. So you play it off, "You're obviously not as excited for this party as I am, so what gives?"
She lays on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, "Rough day, I guess. I need to get drunk, so.." she jumps up, her tinted pigtails bouncing as she does, "I'm excited for alcohol."
Your phone dings and you pull it out from your purse, smiling as you see it's a selfie that Sam sent of him and Colby, Hurry up and get here. We can't wait to see what costume we'll be taking off of you tonight
You roll your eyes, replying, Don't threaten me with a good time, with three added laughing faces.
It was always joke, after joke, after joke. You just wish they would finally give in to you being their girlfriend, hell, you'd even settle for being their little play thing at this point.
Colby pops up in the group chat, only one way to find out if he's joking. Get your ass hereeee!!
You bit your lip, on my way.
You were getting your hopes up, at this point you were excited for alcohol, too. But then again, alcohol, with them looking as hot as they do, probably not a good mix.
But as Colby said, there's only one way to really find out.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
You arrive at the house, and it's absolutely decked out. Orange lights, pumpkins lit on each step leading up to the door, and of course the music is loud as shit.
"They really go all out, don't they?" Mick says leaning into you as you walk up the steps. You laugh slightly and look at her, "They hunt ghosts for a living, Mick. Of course they do."
She laughs and shakes her head, "Yeah, you're right." You make your way to the door that's open and has people flowing in and out of it.
"I'm going to go find a drink, you want one?" She yells to you as she looks around. You nod, "yes please and actually mix it with something."
She laughs as she walks away and you stand there, dressed in your white lingerie, mini skirt, and heels as you try to find someone you actually care to talk to.
Your small angel wings run against your arms and your heels click against the balloon filled floor as you walk.
"Hey angel."
You smirk, you'd know that voice any day, "Sam." You say turning around. He holds out an alcohol filled blood bag, "Thirsty?"
You slide it from his grasp and look at it, then back to him dressed up as a vampire, "Fitting. Very fitting." He smirks and looks you up and down and before he says anything, Colby walks up behind you, "Are you lost?"
You turn and look at him confused, "Am I what?"
"Heaven is a long, long way from here." Colby smirks slowly and your face softens as you laugh, "Ah, that's a good one, Colby. Thank you."
He looks you up and down, "Damn." He glances at Sam, "fitting isn't it?"
You look at Sam, "Huh?" He shakes his head, "Don't worry about that right now, sweetheart."
"Have you guys been drinking already?" You raise your eyebrows and look between them. They both smile and look at each other, nodding while they laugh.
"I need to catch up." You mumble as you push your way through the crowded house, trying to even catch a glimpse of Mick.
"Finally. I've been waiting for my drink." You sigh as you rest your hands on the counter, the bag Sam gave you still in your grasp.
Mick nods towards it, "where did that come from?"
You look at her and look down, "Oh. Yeah, Sam gave this to me." You shrug and toss it down on the counter, thinking about it quickly before opening it and drinking it.
"Oh my god, what the hell is in these?" You make a face and quickly chase it with a shot of something that isn't alcohol.
"That is cranberry juice and vodka." Sam says walking up beside you to make himself another drink. You look over at him, fighting back a smile, "You forgot the cranberry juice."
Mick hands you a drink before she walks away, and to your surprise, it's actually mixed very well, "Thanks."
Sam gives you the side eye with a smirk, "Lightweight."
You want to grab him and kiss him. His smirk drives you insane, along with Colby's.
And speaking of the devil, or to be specific, demon, "So what time do you have to be back in heaven?"
"Are these going to continue all night long?" You spin around, resting your lower back against the counter as you stand between them.
"Depends on how long that costume stays on for." Colby winks at you before walking away with Sam. You watch them as they move away, looking back at you with smirks on their lips.
You bit down on your cup to keep yourself from any embarrassment that might leave your lips. You quickly finish that one and spin around, their eyes still on you, as you pour yourself a drink.
You find Mick, grabbing her and dragging her over to the beer pong table, "Let's get this party started."
"Who wants to play us in pong?" Mick yells, getting almost everyone's attention.
"We will." A tall guy dressed as the joker says as his friend who is dressed as Batman stands next to him, eyeing you up and down.
"Isn't that perfect?" Mick says looking the joker up and down, "Harley Quinn, nice to meet'cha."
You take a long sip of your drink, turning towards the table and grabbing one of the pong balls, mumbling quietly, "Let's go."
You turn to Batman and hand him the other ball, "We'll shoot for first shot, yeah?"
"Anything for you, angel." He winks behind his mask and he walks over to the other side. Honestly, you loved it when Colby made the angel jokes, but from anyone else, you wanted to puke.
You shoot first, sinking your shot and Batman misses.
"We go first." You get your ball out of the cup and joker hands Mick hers and she giggles, already tipsy, "Thank you, Mr. joker."
You roll your eyes and you go to shoot. You feel both sets of eyes on you, and it wasn't from Batman or joker.
It was from the demon and the vampire who are sitting on the stairs watching your movements. You tried not to let them under your skin, blocking them out, and you sink your shot, Mick's following right behind hours.
"Two in one. We win." You hold your hands up, "Boom."
"What the hell?" Batman says and the crowd cheers for you and Mick. You glance up, Sam and Colby smiling and cheering for you as well.
"Rematch." Joker says extending his arm out, "But we get first shots this time."
You motion to the table, "All yours."
Joker sinks his, Batman doesn't. So you and Mick drink.
You and her shoot, both making it, so you get balls back. Soon enough, you knock them down to two cups, balls back again, and you win the game. You lean forward, resting your palms flat on the table, "Wanna go again?"
Batman tilts his head, "We can do this all night, angel."
And there it is, the ick.
You lean up, "I'm just going to get another drink quick. Mick, go for me." You walked away, heading over to the counter where the alcohol sits.
"So, I take it there's no curfew in heaven, huh?" Colby says walking up beside you. He leans down, resting his elbows and forearms on the countertop and you smile, "Actually, instead of being home at ten, I have to be home at 11."
Colby looks over at the clock on the stove, "looks like you got plenty of time to have fun then." He winks and rests his hand on your lower back as he stands up, "Find me later, we can have a dance before you descend back up to the pearly gates."
He stops and leans back in, "Sam too, can't make him too jealous."
You turn around, ready to ask him what he means, but he's already talking to other people. Your eyes move to the stairs and Sam is sitting there staring at you with a smile. He waves to you and you hold your hand up, in a very confused state.
They couldn't be serious. You shake your head, pouting your cup full of liquor before walking back over to the pong table.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
You stumble over to the counter, resting your cup down as you debate on getting another cup. As you go to reach for the almost empty bottle, a voice makes you stop, "You sure you want more?"
You turn around and Sam's body is inches away from yours, "I feel like I kinda need it."
His hand reaches out to play with the crystal beads on your mini skirt, "You know this doesn't cover much right?"
You smirk, "Yeah, it's more for decoration, really." You look up at him, "You'd only know that if you were looking."
"Can't help but stare at the angel who decided to bless our party with her beautiful appearance." He reaches around you grabbing your cup and finishing what you had left in it.
"Hey." You whine out and take your empty cup back, "Not nice."
"I'm a vampire babe, who said I was nice?" He winks, sliding his hand slowly off of your body as he walks away, not giving you a chance to say anything else.
"Babe?" You question to yourself and turn back around slowly. You just wanted to be drunk at this point, you couldn't handle another 'joke' from them, at least if you were hammered you might at least laugh.
You perk your head up, remember what Colby said about finding him for a dance. You smirked slowly as you made your way around, asking if anyone has seen Colby, having no luck.
You make your way out back by the pool area, looking around before you see him sitting with a few other people. They're all passing around a blunt and you watch as Colby takes a hit, tilting his head back to slowly let the smoke roll out.
He brings his head back up, smirking as he sees you. You go to turn away but he calls your name, getting the other people to as well.
You walk over, freezing when you see Sam lean forward from behind the wall, "Look who it is." Sam smirks up at you, "Hey, angel, what can we do for ya."
You smile slightly, feeling awkward as you stand there with everyone's eyes on you, "I was looking for Colby, actually."
Colby raises his eyebrows, "Oh, shit." He smirks and hands the blunt to Corey, "What's up?"
"I need to talk to you." Your eyes move onto Sam. His eyes are squinted as he watches Colby get up and walk over to you. His hand rests right below your wings as he leads you back inside, "What can I do for you?"
"You said about a dance, well I'm here to give it to you." You stop and turn to him and he looks you up and down, eyes meeting yours, "That all you're going to give?"
You take a deep breath, huffing as you push past him and make your way to the downstairs bathroom. Colby follows behind you, "Hey, wait. Slow down."
You glance back at him, shaking your head as you push the door open. He quickly stops you from shutting it and pushes his way in, "I thought you wanted to dance?"
You drop your arms with a sigh, hands slapping your bare thighs, "I-I.." you groan, "Colby." You lay your hands on your face, "I like you, okay? And I like Sam. A lot."
He smirks but doesn't say anything.
After staring at him for a few seconds, you scoff, "Is that a, you don't like me back, because if you don't then I sho-" you go to walk out but he wraps his arm around the front if you and pushes you against the counter, "Did I say I didn't like you back?"
His lips are inches from yours and you've never had a stronger urge to kiss him than right now.
He leans his head back, shaking it slightly with a smile, "Sam will get jealous."
"What the fuck does that even mean? You guys are so weird when it comes to me, I thought I made it pretty clea-"
Colby leans in, pressing his lips to yours, "That's all you're going to get for right now."
"Wh-"
"It's very ironic you dressed as an angel, you know that?" His voice cuts you off, "Dressing up as one of the most pure things in the world, and yet.. you really aren't that much of an angel, are you?"
You shake your head, completely captivated by him and he lets out a low chuckle, "How can you expect to be an angel when you want both of us inside of you?"
His words make you grip his slightly undone black button up, "Colby.." you whimper out and he blows out air, "We should probably get out there.. you know before Sam comes and busts down the door."
"Wait so-"
"Just relax for a little bit and have fun, babe. You deserve it."
He steps back, releasing your hips from his grasp, "Come on, you owe me a dance." He bites his lip as he pulls you to him as he opens the door.
You stop, jumping slightly as you see Sam leaning against the wall across the small hallway, "What's going on in here?"
"Don't worry, man." Colby walks up to him, whispering something into his ear as he grabs his shoulder. A smile slowly grows on Sam's face, "Alright."
You look between them and Sam walks over to you, "Find me when you're done dancing with Colby."
He walks away, making his way to the alcohol counter and Colby wraps his arm around your waist, "Come on."
You make your way to the dance floor as someone puts on Dance (A$$) by Big Shawn. Colby yells along with everyone else and you get right into it.
Colby's hands pressing on your thighs as he grinds into you. He spins you around to face him, pulling you closer. You close your eyes, tilting your head back as you all yell out, "stop..." you look at Colby and you both smirk and say, "Now make that motherfucker hammertime like.."
You start dancing with him again, and soon enough, Sam makes his way in and you dance with him, like you were doing with Colby.
You turn around, grinding your ass on Sam as Colby holds you from the front.
"This what you wanted?" Sam asks lowly into your ear. You nod as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder and look at Colby, "Uh huh."
Sam chuckles lowly into your ear at your response, "Well prove that this little costume doesn't mean anything." His hand slides down between your legs that are on either side of Colby's leg.
You whimper out, worried that people will see and Colby reads you and leans in, "They're all too drunk to care, babe."
Sam presses his fingers hard to your clit and you grind down onto his hand that rests on Colby's, "You put on such an innocent facade, but.." Sam clicks his tongue, "We both know you're more of a devil than a saint."
You nod, completely giving into them, but that wasn't enough.
"Catch you in a bit, angel." Sam moves his hand away and steps away as the song ends. Colby grips your chin between his thumb and the side of his pointer finger, "Told ya."
They walk away, leaving you flustered on the dance floor, bodies bump into you as you stand there in a shocked state.
"Oh my god." Mick says walking up to you. You turn your attention to her, in hopes she didn't just see what happened, "What? What happened?"
"That fucking joker is macking on another Harley Quinn." She pouts, obviously drunk, "Fuck him. Let's dance please."
You weren't sure if you could, but you didn't really have a choice, plus, it wouldn't hurt to prove them right with what they think.
Innocent.
Please. You've went into buildings with them when there was a high chance of getting caught. You summon demons with them, you are far from innocent, or so you thought.
The more you thought about what they meant, it just hurt your head, so you let the music drown it out, take over.
Soon you're dancing as close as you can with Mick.
Your body rolling with here, you guys were the life of the party, until you realized that the people you were dancing for aren't there anymore.
You step back, huffing as you go get another drink. As you're drinking it, you feel a very familiar presence move behind you and lean down, "How about you meet us upstairs, hmm?"
Sam takes your cup, downing the little bit you had left, "This way, angel." He runs his hand down your arm and pulls you with him.
"Where are you taking me?" You ask confused, unsure if your dream was about to become a reality, "Sam?"
He glances back at you, smirking as he wraps his arm around your waist, "a different kind of heaven, sweetheart."
You bit your lip as you're walked into his room. He closes the door and you feel a hand slide up your chest and slowly and gently wrap around your neck, "Glad you could make it. You're way past curfew anyway."
You look at Sam, who's standing there watching Colby whisper to you as his grip on your neck grows tighter, "Looks like you'll be joining us in hell, won't ya?"
He walks you over to the bed, making you get on your knees, your back still pressed against his chest. Sam moves to his knees in front of you, brushing hair from your face, "Do you like it when Colby has his hand around your neck?"
You try to nod, but fail, so you whimper out a quiet, "Yes."
"Your innocent look makes me want to take you downstairs so every time can hear just how much of a whore for us you actually are." Sam traces your bottom lip with his thump and you part them.
His thumb slowly slides in between your lips and you close them around it, swirling your tongue and his own lips part slightly as he lets out a quiet gasp, "See this, Colby? Fuck.."
"I can see right through her act, Sam." Colby leaning, nipping your ear, "The way she looks at you. The way I catch her staring at me.. I know she wants to be our little play thing."
"Please?" You whimper out and reach out for Sam, but Colby stops you, "You've had your fun tonight, now it's our turn."
He lets go of your neck and pushes you to Sam. Your hands rest on his shoulders as his hands tightly grip your waist, "We were never joking, y/n."
He leans in to press his lips against your neck and you close your eyes, "Mm." He leans back, gently grazing his fake fangs over your skin, "We've always wanted you."
Colby leans in, kissing the other side of your neck, his demon horns rubbing against your head, "We've always talked about this."
You reach a hand up to lay it on the back of Colby's head, moaning out quietly as he bites down.
"Just never knew the right time." Sam leans back and scans over your face, "Until we seen you walk through that door in this lustful little costume, knowing exactly what you were doing."
He leans in, moving his lips with yours in a slow fashion.
"You know what you do to us, don't you, baby?" Colby pulls you away from Sam and makes you look at him, raising his eyebrows, indicating he wants you to respond.
"Yes." You nod and he tilts his head, "Yes what? Use your words, baby."
"I know what I do to you both." You look into his eyes and he smirks, "Tell us." You bite your lip taking a deep breath as you let out a soft moan at Sam's hand on your thinly covered pussy.
"I tease you." You admit, "I turn you on."
"That you fucking do." Sam says leaning in closer, "tell us how you want us to treat you.”
"L-like a whore." You whimper out as Sam slips his fingers between your costume and skin, "Is that what you want?"
Colby unzips your body suit as you nod, "Yes, yes. Please." You moan as Sam slips two fingers into you.
"Tell us how." Colby slips your straps down your shoulders, making sure to leave your wings on you. His hands slide to your boobs, kneading them.
"Fuck me." You tilt your head back to rest onto his shoulder, "Use me."
"Planned on it, angel." Sam whispers as he pulls his fingers out, "Lay back."
You lay back and their hands roam up and down your body slowly, "Should we take this off?" Sam glances up at Colby and he nods, "she's playing with satan's houseboys tonight."
His words make your stomach do a flip and your eyes move constantly between them as they take off your white bodysuit, leaving you naked in nothing but your wings and halo.
"Sam.." you whimper out as you reach for him with one hand, "Colby.." as you reach for him with your other, "Please?"
They both move to either side of you, Colby's hand slowly working its way in between your legs. Sam hooks his arm under your leg, holding it open as Colby rubs his fingers up and down your needy cunt, "She's so fucking wet."
"She probably always is for us." Sam leans in, rubbing his nose gently up and down your cheek, "Aren't ya?"?
You nod, "Always."
Colby dips his fingers in, slowly curling them as he watches your eyes flutter closed, "Keep them open."
Your eyes snap open and you fight to keep them open as he thrusts his fingers in and out. Sam's hand slides over, pressing little circles onto your clit, "You gonna cum for us?"
You nod, arching your back, "Yes, yes yes."
"She's such a little slut." Colby says lowly was he leans down to take your one nipple into his mouth. Sam follows his actions with your other one, causing your brain to become fuzzy.
You gasp, laying your hands on the back of their heads, moaning as you clench around Colby's fingers, "Fuckfuck, y-yes."
"There ya go, baby." Sam moves to kiss up your neck, leaving a trail of tiny hickies to prove to everyone that you're really not an angel after all.
Colby pulls his hand so he can stand up, "I want that mouth of hers right now." Colby undoes his pants, pushing them down to get rid of them.
You watch as he moves over, pulling you up to you're on your knees. He leans round you, looking at Sam, "You want her on your face?"
"Fuck, come here." He lays back, gripping your hips to guide you over to where he wants you. Colby moves down by Sam's legs, gripping your chin so he can tilt your head up, "Sit down, whore."
You bite your lip, smirking slightly as you let your hips rest down. Your nails dig into the fabric of Sam's pants as his tongue slips into you.
Colby strokes his cock a few times as he watch your face scrunch up with the pleasure from being eaten out by Sam, "You're so fucking sexy. Now open those slutty little lips for me."
Your lips part, a moan escaping as you look up at him, waiting for his cock to slip past them. His own lip pulls between his teeth, muffling a moan as he slides his cock in as far as it will go.
"Have at it, angel." He winks down at you. You moan against him as you bring your right hand up, wrapping it around his cock. You start to bob your head, moaning out as Sam pulls your hips down to him more.
Colby brushes hair from your face, holding the sides of your head with his hands, "That's it, baby. Fuck.." Colby tilts his head down, watching you devour his cock.
You clench around Sam's tongue, your moans muffled by Colby's cock as you cum.
"Y/n.." Colby moans out, "Fuck, fuck. Cum on his face, that's it. Good girl." Your eyes move up to him, indicating that you liked it.
He smirks, moaning lowly as he shakes his head slightly, "Fuck, angel. You keep looking at me like that and I'll cum." He pulls his cock out and moves down to press his lips to yours, "We don't want that yet."
You reach up, grabbing his shirt as Sam gets you to cum again.
"Fuck, again? Sam must really be doing a number on you, huh?" Colby chuckles as he kisses you, swallowing your moan with ease.
"Fuck." Sam pulls away with a sigh, "Colby, you need to taste her."
"Do you want me between those legs next?" Colby tilts your head up to look at him and you nod, "Yes, Colby."
He smirks, "lay down."
You move off of Sam and lay on your back across the bed so your head is handing slightly off the edge. Colby moves in between your legs, pushing them open and not wasting another second.
His lips attach to your clit, sucking as your neck arches off the bed, "Oh fuck." You grip the blanket below you, pulling as Colby eats you out.
Sam watches as he gets himself ready then steps towards you, tapping the head of his cock of your lips.
You open your eyes, moaning out as he glides his cock into your mouth. He groans and lays a hand on your head, "Oh, angel."
Colby digs his fingers into your hips as he groans against you. You dig your heels into his back as you clench around his tongue.
"Be a good little slut and cum for Colby." Sam says, "We know you want to."
Sam's words push you over the edge, spilling yourself onto Colby. Your moans are muffled as Sam's cock is pushed and held into your mouth.
Your eyes roll back and your chest is rising and falling quickly.
"Again, wouldn't be fair that you came for me twice and him once." Sam chuckles but it's quickly turns into a moan as you hallow out your cheeks.
"F-fuck.." he gasps and reaches down to play with your boobs, kneading them and pinching and pulling at your nipples.
"Cum for Colby, whore." Sam's voice is low and raspy, you can tell his trying not to cum himself, "Fuck." He pulls his cock out, bending down to kiss you as you finally reach that second orgasm from Colby.
"You want first go?" Colby looks at Sam as he crawls up your body. Your eyes move to Sam and his meet yours, "I'd be honored to ruin her first."
Your heart skips a beat and Colby leans down, kissing you. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue before he stands up.
You feel Sam grab your ankles and flip you around so you're on your stomach. He brings your hips up, teasingly sliding his cock up and down your achingly wet cunt.
Colby moves down to your eye level, "I want everyone at this party to hear those pretty little slutty sounds.
You nod, gasping as Sam pushes his cock into you fully. His grip on your hips is harsh, "Oh shit." He slowly pulls out and slowly pushes back in, feeling how well you hug his cock with the walls of your pussy, "shit."
Your head falls down, resting on the bed as you arch your back, pushing your hips up and back, "Fuck, Sam."
"That feel good?" Colby asks, "let everyone know."
You let out a loud moan, lifting your head up to look at Colby as Sam rails into you from behind, "Fuck." You practically scream, already clenching his cock, "Oh my god."
Colby chuckles, cupping your cheeks with his hands, "Let Sam know how good it feels, angel.”
Sam groans, pulling your hips back to meet his as he pushes fully inside, resting there, "Tell me, baby."
"You feel so good." You say quickly.
"Louder." Sam and Colby say in unison and Sam starts to thrust again, a smirk plastered on his lips.
"Sam!" You scream out, "you feel so good."
"Cum for him, then it's my turn with you." Colby leans in, slowly making out with you, "you're being such a good little slut."
You push your hips back, rocking them as you cum, moans being ripped from your lips left and right, "Fuck, fuck fuck."
Sam slows his thrusts down, pulling out as he tells you to turn around. You sluggishly pull away from Colby and spin around to face Sam.
You feel Colby's hands slide up your legs and over your achy slit before gripping your hips. You take Sam's cock into your mouth before he can tell you.
"Good fucking girl, angel." He moans out breathless, "Fucking hell."
Colby moans deeply as he slips his cock into you, "Shit, I wanna cum already."
You moan around Sam's cock and he nods, "Uh huh."
Colby quickly builds up into a punishing pace. You let out choked moans as your eyes roll back. Sam pulls his cock out, handing down to eye level like Colby did, "Tell em. Let them hear how good we make you feel, angel."
Sam bushes hair from your face, and lifts your head so he can wrap his hand around your neck, "Tell Colby, baby. Tell us how much of a slut you are for us."
"I'm your slut." You whimper out and Sam shakes his head, "Louder, angel."
You swallow as Sam's grip on your throat tightens, "I'm your fucking slut. Whore. Fucking shit, Colby you feel so good."
Colby groans, "Fuck, again. Say it again."
"I-I'm your whore." You lock eyes with Sam, "I'm your fucking slut."
"That a girl." Sam presses his lips to your forehead and looks at Colby who nods at him.
"We're going to cum together, okay." Sam rubs your cheek, "hold it for us until we say."
You nod and gasp as he lets go of your throat, standing up to put his cock back into your mouth. Both Sam and Colby are thrusting into you, Colby harder than Sam.
You're a mess between both of them, wanting to collapse but you're trying so hard to hold it together.
"I'm filling this pussy. Sam can tomorrow." Colby groans and you moan around Sam's cock.
"Fuck, colbs, I don't think I can last any longer." Sam groans, "Fuck, she's so fucking good."
"Wish we would have done this sooner." Colby moans and his thrusts get sloppy, along with Sam's. You feel their cocks twitching inside of you and you taste Sam as he runs down your tongue and down your throat.
You suck him clean, moaning together as he pulls out. Colby pushes his cock in deeper here pulling out, "Fuck, is she okay?"
Your body falls onto the bed slowly as your chest rises and falls fast, "Mhm."
"Need you to tell us, angel." Sam whispers as he runs a hand over your forehead. You opened your eyes and look at him, "I've always wanted this. I'm great."
Sam smirks and looks at Colby, "Think we should call it a night?"
Colby shrugs, "I mean, if she's up here, I'm up here."
Sam agrees, "You're more scary than I am so you go kick these people out." Colby chuckles as he slips his pants back on, "Already on it."
Sam works at getting you cleaned up, taking off your wings and halo and setting them down with your bodysuit, "Did such a good job." He presses his lips to your forehead.
"Never knew if you guys were always joking around like you usually do." You whisper as you shift around in the bed, finding a comfortable position.
He shrugs, "At first it was, but then we got to talking and we both like you.. and we know you like us, we picked up in that a while ago."
You laugh slightly, body starting to ache, "Well I'm happy that it happened."
He nods and sits down next to you, "Us, too."
Colby walks back in, "Alright, where were we?"
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A Quick Pick Me Up (Yandere Neko Cafe x Reader)
Hey, ya'll, I know ya'll like my fandom work, but I promise you my OC stuff is just as good. Please read!!!!! I just felt like doing this today! Reader is gender neutral. Also YANDERE BEHAVIOR IS UNACCEPTABLE IN REAL LIFE! IT AINT CUTE, IT'S ABUSE! SEEK HELP IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE HAVE SOMEONE IN YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!
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Picture belongs to @kaffee-und-liebe
Tw: Yandere tendencies, some platonic yanderes (the kids and Cocoa), some slightly suggestive content, cursing, Donut (you'll know what I mean later), mentions of abuse, and other possibly triggering content
MINORS DNI
You live in a city that is made up of mostly apartments, that don't allow you to keep a cat much less a hybrid. Too bad because you really love cats and cat hybrids. They're just so cute with their soft ears and tails and fierce expressions. When they purr? You almost die!
Which is why you are currently vibrating in front of the newest cat cafe where you can interact with cat hybrids and cats alike. It was also really close to your apartment building, so it was meant to be. The cafe was a cute brown stone building covered in vines and flowers with a black sign that in golden letters spelled out "Lucky Kitty Cafe". You felt pretty lucky standing in front of the building right now. You took a breath and entered the building.
Ding~
A set of bells tinkled cutely as your eyes widened in amazement. The place was catastic! There were paintings of cats, a cat tree decorated with potted plants, chairs with little cat ears on the back, and much more. A strange looking person with a long and thin face and vitiligo and mysterious blue green colored eyes looked up with a friendly smile. They wore head scarf with a hat with cat ears on top and a beige shirt with caramel accents.
"Welcome to Lucky Kitty Cafe, I'm Shopkeeper, are you here to see our cats and cat hybrids?" Their voice was a soothing androgynous voice. They were pretty hot not going to lie. "Yes, I'm here to see the cats!" "Wonderful~" Shopkeeper purred as they grabbed a pen and paper. "Would you like anything to eat or drink while you wait?" You smile gleefully at Shopkeeper and nod. "I'll have (cafe order) please." Shopkeeper jotted your order down and nodded. "Good taste, we'll have that order out right away for you Mx..."
"(Y/N)"
Mx. (Y/N) what a beautiful name...I can tell the staff will just love you~
For the privacy of our staff, they have been assigned names of popular cafe drinks and snacks. Their personalities our meant to cater to our wide clientele. Please take not of the following rules:
Rule 1.: Do not pick up cats
Rule 2: No pulling tails and ears of cats or staff
Rule 3: Harassment of any kind towards our cats, staff, or other customers will get you sent straight to Butch
Rule 4: Our staff are playing a role to increase your enjoyment of the cafe. The way they act in the cafe does not necessarily constitute how they act outside of the cafe.
Rule 5: Buy at least one item on the menu, this is a business after all
Rule 6: DON'T MESS WITH OUR DARLING 
Meet Our Staff
Macchiato:
Macchiato or Macchi is the unofficial mascot of "Lucky Kitty Cafe" she is a calico hybrid who is the sweetest person around. Her cheerful and bright attitude will brighten up even the grumpiest of people's days. She always is the first to greet new customers.
You were stunned when the tritone beauty perched herself directly on your lap, her orange eyes shining brightly as she bounced up and down barraging you with questions.
She was so excited to see a cute new face around the establishment! Your hands were so gentle as you pet her soft ears. She didn't feel the slightest bit of shame letting you know how much she enjoyed it with her loud purring. When your food and drink came you offered to share some with her.
With her?
She almost fell in love right then and there, no one ever offered to share their food with her in such a genuine way. The food was some of the best she ever had since she got to share it with you. She couldn't help but laugh as you gushed over the cats, you were more adorable than anyone here!
She's probably the first to go yandere, she can't help it when your sweeter than the sugary treats Shopkeeper bakes. She is one clingy motherfucker, so she'll always have some body part of yours close to her. She will also insert herself in any interaction you have with others in the cafe or outside. Don't ask her why she's here just pet her pretty tritone hair!
She wants to be the only hybrid in your life which means you may wake up with her snuggled into your arms blinking those sunset orbs at you cutely.
"Morning (N/n)! Did you sleep well? I know I did~
Collects any trash you leave behind. Dirty napkins? Now hers. Straws? She's wrapping her tongue around while thinking indecent thoughts. Lost your cute keychain? Well good luck ever finding it again because now it's a part of her shrine to you.
Don't let her cute face fool you, she will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are hers.
"(N/n) left their Chapstick here. Mmm (N/n) it's like sharing an indirect kiss with you~"
Espresso:
Meet the cafe's very own black cat Espresso. He is very quiet and aloof at first. Most people never interact with him as he will leave when people attempt to start a conversation with him. No one understands why Espresso even took a job here as he's clearly not a people hybrid.
He is no doubt one of the most handsome hybrids most people see. Beautiful dark skin and long dreadlocks accompanied with silky black ears and tail and intelligent brown eyes. His voice is very deep and mellow much like a good espresso.
He is a cat magnet as even the shyest cats can be found purring contently on his lap. He lets them hang around him as he sketches pictures of the cafe.
"You're a really good artist"
Espresso jerks at the sudden sound of your voice, how did you manage to sneak up on him? He froze as every impulse in him was confused on how to react. Run away? Thank you? Let you sit down with him? It's clear to you that the Windows shut down noise is taking place in his head right now.
"I'm sorry for startling you, I'll be on my way now."
It didn't take long for other cats and Macchi to distract you, but Espresso couldn't get the interaction out of his head. Yes, you scared him, but you didn't pressure him into conversation. You simply complimented his art before leaving.
Why did a small part of him wish you stayed?
In order for him to go yandere for you, you have to let him approach you in his own time. You must be patient as Espresso isn't used to engaging with customers like the other staff are. He is probably the last if not close to last who go yandere for you, which means you'll have an ally for when the others get too touchy.
He is very aware that the feelings that he is developing aren't the healthiest, so he tries to keep his feelings to himself. He adores your calming presence and how you can bring out the best in anybody. He begins subconsciously drawing you more and more in different scenarios. Most relatively innocent but there are enough indulgent sketches that he doesn't allow you to look through his sketch book without him supervising.
However, jealousy begins to gnaw at his gut when he sees you interacting with the others. When did Butch get so protective of you? Why do you hang around that bastard Donut? Why can't he have you all to himself? He starts to use the trust that you've built towards him to convince you to spend less time with the others. Besides that, he's one of the most harmless yanderes on this list.
"Oh, you're here, did the others smother you too much? They won't bother as long as you stay with me my muse."
Donut:
Oh boy, you got this gremlin's attention, you really are too sweet for your own good, aren't you? Donut is an orange Munchkin cat hybrid and the shortest adult of the staff (the kids are platonic yandere for you). The definition of short guy syndrome but he hides it behind a cute facade. He lays it on thick for customers to give him fat tips (get you mind out of the gutter). A little bat of the eyelash here and a flirty wink there and everyone is eating out of the palm of his hand.
"Oh, a new customer, it's so nice to meet you I'm Donut~"
"Nice to meet you Donut."
"Hee hee, do you mind if I sit on your lap?"
He plops himself on your lap and starts not so subtly grinding on you which makes you very uncomfortable, you just met this guy. Plus, this is not the place for finding a random hookup. You push him off your lap and tell him that his actions made you uncomfortable. Donut begins boiling inside. You ungrateful bitch! How dare you turn him down! Him! HIM!!!! He yells in frustration later in the empty break room. Why were you being so rude when he was just being nice? (No dude that's sexual harassment) He's made it his personal mission to seduce you and then when you fall for him laugh in your face.
Donut turns up the clueless and the sexiness up by a hundred and ten percent. He wears extra skimpy and tight-fitting shorts and skirts (with lacey panties and/or thongs) as well as unbuttoning half the buttons on his pastel pink shirt, showing you his surprisingly defined chest. He skips around with an innocent grin, only for his actions to be ignored. You evil SLUT, how dare you pretend to not see what he's doing? He should teach you to be grateful and get down on your knees like a good whore does. He ignores all the other customers in favor of hatefully glaring at you from the corner.
He follows you out of the cafe and drags you into an alley nearby pinning you to the wall (he's actually deceptively strong). He screams all of the feelings he's been bottling up towards you with tears in his eyes. You stand still for a moment unsure of what to do and then you feel him go limp. Okay this is super awkward, the guy in front of you went on a nice guy spiel and then passed out. Unfortunately, you have some morality and decide not to leave him out here when your apartment is right across the street. You scoop him up and walk to your apartment (he's really light).
Donut wakes up in a stranger's bed and thinks he took his anger out by sleeping with some rando for a quick ego boost. However, he sees you coming into the room with a plate of breakfast and set it right in front of him. Why was he at your place? You explained what happened and Donut is very embarrassed, he can't believe he was vulnerable with the person he despises with all his heart. He prepares for you to mock him cruelly, but instead you treat him with the kindness he'd never show for you. Why are you such a mature person? It makes him so mad that he starts blushing, his heart starts pumping... did you always look so handsome?
Uh oh
Donut goes from being horrible to you to being the most delusional being on the planet. You treated him with kindness, which must mean you love him and much as he loves you. He does the cute act except this time its genuine and less sexual (he learned boundaries for you so be grateful (don't he still sucks)). However, he doesn't afford the same luxury to others. He sees the way others look at you and he doesn't like it one bit. He is cruel and sadistic towards rivals all while acting like an absolute angel towards you.
"Welcome home darling! How did I get in your apartment? You invited me here silly, now come and snuggle with your one and only~"
Sugar:
Sugar is a complete MILF looking like a golden age Hollywood actress in her work uniform. She is a Turkish Angora hybrid with gorgeous long white hair plated in victory curls and bewitching heterochromic eyes (left brown and right blue with a beauty mark under the left one). Sugar was a show hybrid like her mother before her but had to leave when she became pregnant with a stray hybrid's kittens. She is very gentle and motherly with an elegant femme fatale aura to her. Sugar is considered second in command to Shopkeeper and very respected for her age and wisdom (she's in her early to mid-forties because we love older women here).
Popular with old and young alike, you were starstruck when the snow-haired beauty and spoke to you with her lightly accented voice (she's Turkish). You felt completely comfortable with Sugar and were able to get some sound financial advice from her, as Sugar knew what it was like to be young and struggling to pay bills.
"Remember that charity is no only an act of generosity but also tax deductible."
"Yes mommy."
"What?"
"What?"
She found your slight crush on her adorable as it was flattering for younger people to find her attractive. However, she didn't want to have to parent her partner as well as her twins. She doesn't immediately go yandere nor is she the slowest to go yandere for you. This feeling changed when she saw how well you got along with Cookie and Muffin (her twins). You were able to get them to listen to you as well as break up their fights which was a feat that very few outside herself could do. Color her impressed.
"Mommy is (Y/N) our new parent?"
"Now kids we need to be tactical about this-"
"They helped find a crying child's parents."
"Cookie, Muffin, say hello to your new stepparent."
Very few younger people and hybrids knew the subtle art of seduction like Sugar did, which she believes gives her advantage compared to the others. She doesn't constantly badger you for your time like Macchiato, Donut, and Cappuccino do (she's only truly worried about the romantic rivals but Cocoa is on thin ice sometimes). Nor does she play it too subtle like Espresso and Croissant do. She invites you to "platonic" dates out with her and her children to parks and restaurants. She also will subtly touch you whether it be smoothing wrinkles on your outfit or giving you chaste kiss on the cheek (she says she greets everyone that way, but you have yet to see that). She knows she attractive and how to flirt in a way that makes you blush but not uncomfortable.
She's seen the cruelties of the world and hopes that you won't have to go through have the horrors she's faced. The world isn't very kind to single moms, especially older single moms. She wants you to be happy and safe in her home, as a cute little stay at home spouse. Let her do all the hard work outside while you stay home and do some work inside (she won't let you strain yourself though). She also is a doting and spoiling yandere. She's very generous and giving towards you (even in bed) and will have all your desires met except leaving.
She's a master manipulator and will use her children as a way to get you to consider staying with her. They love you so much, you wouldn't break their hearts, right? (the kids are also manipulative little shits as well) The only people she would consider sharing (this is only in dire situations) you with is Shopkeeper and maybe Bruce. Besides that, she won't rest until you are snuggled into her chest in the bed you share.
"(Y/N) let's go out again, the kids love hanging out with you dear and I wouldn't want to disappoint them. You will, wonderful!"
Cookie and Muffin: 
Meet the mischievous mixed breeds who work occasionally beside their mother. Cookie and Muffin are loved dearly by kids their age and lonely older patrons. They love sweets and messing with member of the staff they don't like (Donut and Cappuccino mostly) with very intricate pranks. They aren't always there and met you by chance as their mother had to pick them up early from school (Muffin and Cookie can get violent with each other and the only one who can break them up is momma Sugar). Muffin is the girl with short gray hair with a single white streak and Cookie is the boy with long white hair with a single gray streak.
They saw you playing with the kittens and wanted to play too! You rough house with the twins and don't get mad when Muffin bites you a bit too hard (kitten hybrid teeth are sharp). Cookie got jealous that you are paying more attention to Muffin and the two started fighting. Normally no one is brave enough to break the twins apart from each other, but you bravely stand between them enduring multiple scratches until they stopped.
They can't believe they hurt their new playmate; their mom is going to kill them. Both start crying while apologizing profusely for hurting you. Instead of yelling at them you scratch their ears gently and tell them it's okay. Your touch is just as calming as their mother's, wait why did you stop? Keep petting them please!
They're kids so they go yandere pretty quickly as they aren't romantic interests, and you sneak them pastries you bought (much to Sugar's dismay). Both are always trying to monopolize your time and will scratch and bite any staff or customer who interrupts their "(Y/N) Time". When their mom starts having a romantic interest in you, they're ecstatic, you get to become their new parent. While they are kids, they aren't dumb as they notice other staff members looking at you the same way that their mom does. They won't let just anyone marry you, only mommy can (they can't wait to call you their baba*)!
Their pranks become almost deadly in nature towards rivals of their mom. They never get in trouble for almost killing the delivery guy because they're just kids, what do you expect? Also inherit the manipulative trait from their mother. Oh no their babysitter mysteriously quit! Could you watch them? You come over only to find that it was an elaborate ruse done by the twins, so you have family movie night with them and Sugar (they "fall asleep" on you so you're forced to spend the night). Mommy is sad because she remembered how daddy left them. Could you cheer her up?
They aren't too dangerous yanderes besides the semi deadly pranks, but they aren't to be underestimated because they're children. They want a happy family with their favorite playmate, and they'll do anything they can to get it.
"(Y/N), Muffin pulled on my hair!" "Not before Cookie bit my finger!"
"Baba don't leave!" "Yeah, we'll stop fighting as long as you're here!"
Croissant:
Ah the intelligentsia of the cafe, its own certified genius Croissant. Croissant is a lover of reading, fine art, and playing his beloved cello. He brings with him a refined aura and a thirst for knowledge. He's a blonde American Curl who always wears his beloved red scarf, even indoors. He has semi long curly blond hair in a mullet and the prettiest hazel eyes. He's got freckles that he hides with makeup. He is popular with mainly older people who enjoy engaging in discourse with him on a wide variety of subjects. He also helps tutor kids occasionally in the cafe's break room.
Croissant saw you sitting in the corner reading a book while sipping on (beverage of choice), the book you were reading happened to be one he knew about. He asked if you were enjoying the book, which caused your eyes to light up. You began to ramble to him about the book you were reading which Croissant found very adorable. Finally, he found someone that had a similar interest to him.
The two of you begin to have a routine where you would have interesting conversations about your individual interests, where each one of you would come out learning more about each other. Croissant started noticing little things about you, like how one dimple is bigger than the other when you smile, or that your nose scrunches up when you're confused. That's totally a normal thing to notice about your friend, right?
Right?
Croissant is one of the last to go yandere but goes yandere before Espresso and Butch. I mean how could anyone resist your charms forever? You never are rude or demeaning like the jealous fools in his graduate classes. You actually listen with wide eyed interest and treating him like a regular person instead of something to be revered or despised made him fall deeper into his obsession with you.
Croissant will find any way to spend more time with you. You trying to go to graduate school? He can help you study! Applying for a job? Why not work here? Other work environments won't value you the way "Lucky Kitty Cafe" would value you. So, what if you're human, Shopkeeper is human too (are they though?)! Don't even worry about filling out a resume a good word from Croissant and you'll have the job by tomorrow (even if you don't want to work there you will end up working there if Croissant has something to say about it).
Croissant never values anyone's opinion on him before, but he reveres your opinion above his own. Prefer red heads? Guess who's dying his hair? Hate his curled ears? He suddenly prefers wearing hats indoors. He can become very unstable fast so try to reassure him with love and affection. Or else no one will be able to stop the fall out. He's one hell of a stalker since he wants to know that you are okay, and no one is hurting you. Keeps extensive lists of things you like and plans for the future home the two of you will buy that is far away from this city and its impure influences.
"Ah Mx. (L/N) it's a pleasure to see you today. Care to pick up our conversation from where we left off yesterday?"
Cocoa:
Cocoa is a spunky freshly high school graduated college student who is working at the "Lucky Kitty Cafe" as a waitress for some extra money to pay for campus expenses. Cocoa is a Burmese with gigantic coke bottle glasses (she's extremely far sighted) and puffy space buns. She is popular with the teens and young adults who frequent the restaurant for her cute fashion sense and her sassy attitude.
She first met you when she spilled hot coffee all over you. The one day she forgets to wear her glasses! She immediately rushes you to the employee bathroom and apologizes profusely as she sprays cold water over the burn and begins to cry. She never meant to hurt anyone, and she may even get fired for injuring another customer (first time was no accident). You were fine thankfully but the guilt still ate away at Cocoa. She decided to spend time with you as payment and even pay for your meal. You laugh at Cocoa's guilt-ridden sad puppy eyes and compliment her nails. She immediately forgets her guilt and babbles about the cute new nail salon you should try. OMG you two should totally become BFFs!
Cocoa isn't immediately yandere and is like Sugar somewhere in the middle but further towards the immediate side. She's just hanging out with her new bestie! However, her tail bristles when she sees Macchi looping her arm around your waist, or the way that Donut coos at you while trying to feed you the cafe's newest dessert. Can't these two find their own BFFs, your hers. Great now Cappuccino is sleeping with their head in your lap! She snaps and screams at the other hybrid to leave you the hell alone, scaring many nearby cats. You tell Cocoa to calm down and that you're okay with Cappuccino doing this. What the fuck? How could you?!
After taking a second to calm down, Cocoa had to figure out why she was so worked up about you having other friends. It's good for you to have other friends...so why does it leave a bitter taste in her mouth. She doesn't hate the idea of you having friends, she just needs to be your BEST FRIEND!
Cocoa is one monopolizing and clingy girl. You have planned this weekend? Great now you can throw them out because Cocoa is taking you shopping to a cool new vintage store down the road, ooh and you can have boba tea afterwards! She bats away Macchi, Donut, and Cappuccino to have some time with her bestie, they aren't invited! She also believes as your best friend (she'll get rid of anyone who tries and replace her) she gets to pick who your future spouse is, and she is overly critical towards everyone in the cafe. No one is good enough for her bestie! She might put in a good word for the others... if they forfeit their time with you for the day (she's evil like that >:)).
Cocoa also is the type to try and hang out with you outside of the cafe by "coincidence". Oh, my what a coincidence that you both were at the supermarket at the same time looking for...mangos. Man, she loves mangos (she hates mangos)! Anyways, she found this really cute spa where they use sweet, scented bath bombs in the soak tub. Don't worry she'll pay! She also will totally snitch if she sees others trailing you (like she wasn't also stalking you) to make you like her more. Oh my god Croissant is totally following you, guess he isn't the gentleman he claims to be. What's she doing here? Don't worry about that, let's go rollar skating!
"(N/n) look there's 50% off matching sets of pajamas! Let's totally get some and have a sleep over together!"
Matcha:
You like em weird. Like really weird. Matcha is one strange hybrid. They are a Russian Blue with long bangs that cover their intense steel blue eyes. They have a couple streaks of light green in their gray blue hair. Their extremely pretty as they have a pale complexion and are lithe but when they open their mouth customers walk away in discomfort. As a result, Shopkeeper has them in the back most of the day and only really lets them come out before opening and after closing. They will be the one of the last yandere's you'll probably meet.
You were helping Shopkeeper with cleaning up after an intense day at the cafe, after all they let you stay in the comfiest table for hours after you purchased food. As well as staying after closing to feed the kitties. You also may or may not have been lured by Shopkeeper's promise of being able to take some of the leftover pastries home. Whatever your reason you were helping Shopkeeper, when Shopkeeper left to take a phone call outside. You smiled to yourself as you hummed a tune while cleaning up. You started actually singing when you heard a crash coming from the kitchen area. Strange you don't remember anyone being in the store besides you and Shopkeeper. Curiosity got the better of you and you decided to sneak a peek at whatever creature was in the kitchen.
You peer into the dark kitchen to find a skinny person holding a bent-up pan and an explosion of red all over the floor and all over the person.
"Oh, don't worry this isn't blood."
You proceeded to sock the stranger in the face and run to find Shopkeeper.
"There's a strange person with bluish hair covered in god knows what in your kitchen!"
"Oh that's Matcha."
"Who?!"
After an in-depth explanation of why this person you never saw before was standing in front of you covered in strawberry jam (they like to be one with the fruit) you were introduced to Matcha. A hybrid who smells like and probably eats dirt, an acquired taste for most (both dirt and Matcha). You apologized for punching them in the face to which they grinned and told you they like how your fist felt on their face. Okay a little strange but Shopkeeper wouldn't hire a literal serial killer, right?
You don't even know anymore
Obsessed from the minute your fist made contact with their face. Not quite yandere but interested in the reactions you make (and the pain you can give them). They actually gain romantic interest towards you slower than you think, give or take two days. You saw the large cut on their arm and helped them patch it up, it was from that moment that they planned your entire wedding in their head.
Is terrible at stalking but does it in hopes of being caught and you berating them for it (thinks it's sexy when you're mad). Fights Macchi for the things you leave behind and is found sniffing the seat where you were sitting. Is the definition of worshipper yandere as they truly believe you are a deity, and they are your acolyte. They don't care if you hate them or want them dead, as long as they can be by your side that's all that matters.
Being your acolyte also means they will do anything you ask with zeal. It doesn't matter if it's highly illegal as going to jail in your stead would be a blessing. They just love you so much that it consumes their very being. They're willing to share you with others (as long as they can watch) as long as you still let them stay by your side too.
"Hit me, stab me, choke me, leave me to die. Any act done by your hands is a blessing and a pleasure for me~"
Shopkeeper:
You got the big cheese's attention, the owner of the cafe, the mysterious Shopkeeper. Shopkeeper is alluring in an inhuman way with their sharp blue green eyes and charming androgynous voice. They loved the smile you gave them the first time you came in, what an adorable face. They also loved the face you made when you took a bite of the food you ordered, that blissed-out look is just too cute.
"Excuse me did you make this pastry?"
"Oh, why yes I did, it happens to be a family recipe."
"You're so talented, that was the best (pastry of choice) I every ate!"
Normally compliments don't faze Shopkeeper they'd reply with a nod and a polite thank you. However, you seemed so genuine and the way your eyes sparkled made something melt inside of Shopkeeper. You would surely become one of their favorite customers.
Shopkeeper is very hard to read so it can be difficult to tell when they go yandere for you. Their actions can be seen as purely platonic or as their attempt to flirt with you. They always make sure your favorite sweets are freshly made when you arrive to the cafe, they have the time you arrive memorized. If you don't like sweets, they always have something savory and tasty prepared to your liking. Keeps track of your food preferences and allergies when coming up with new items for the menu, so you can taste test them.
"I was thinking of adding this to the menu tell me how it tastes?"
"Is it necessary for you to feed me?"
"Absolutely."
One thing is for sure when they do fall for you, they begin to plan how to make you entirely theirs. Shopkeeper knows how their staff have taken a liking to you, and they don't feel like sharing (may have an easier time with the more submissive/guilt ridden ones like Matcha and Butch). They use their sweet words and actions to guide you in the right direction (right into their arms). They also aren't afraid to take care of rivals that come from outside of the cafe.
"Oh, why is there blood on my face? Just a little problem in the kitchen that's all."
Cappuccino:
Cappuccino is the Ragdoll of the group, a mellow, sleepy person. They are perfect cuddle shape with their chubby body and their big fluffy ears, hair, and tail. They are almost always asleep yet one of the most popular hybrids at the cafe for how cute and calm they are. They don't often choose who they fall asleep on, so they might have accidently fallen asleep on you.
"Oh, I fell asleep but not on a pillow."
"Hey, Cappuccino, right? I need to get to work so could you kindly..."
"Zzzzzz"
Cappuccino is pretty big both tall and chubby (because tall people can also be chubby/fat and beautiful) so it's hard to move them when they sleep, which is too bad for you since Cappuccino has decided you are their new favorite pillow. They always find you in what you're doing and force you to let them cuddle with you. After all, why cuddle with a cat now that you have Cappuccino?
"Cappuccino what are you doing in my house?"
"Ugh you're being to noisy be quiet, pillows don't talk."
"GET OUT!"
Cappuccino goes yandere for you pretty quick, but you wouldn't notice as Cappuccino is too lazy to do anything about these feelings beside scent you constantly when you cuddle. Cappuccino is clingy in the sense that they can't get good sleep unless they're clinging to you. You may have places to be, but Cappuccino is sleeping right now so you won't be going anywhere. They're adorable and they know it, so they use this to make you stay longer too. One sleepy look from those big droopy blue eyes and you are staying a lot longer than you intended. Isn't willing to pick fights with Donut, Macchi, or Cocoa, but is willing to make it out like they are bullying them.
"You shouldn't hang out with people who treat others bad (Y/N), you know I never would (they totally would)."
Their apathy is one of the scariest traits they have, they may be lazy, but they use their cuteness to get crazed fans to get rid of the competition. They are not above getting rid of others at the cafe because they don't care about the people around them. Cappuccino is also very strong as when they aren't sleeping, they are at the gym, so if they feel motivated enough, they can bash some heads in. Cappuccino only cares about you, so don't make them do anything that you may regret.
"Oh (Y/N) sorry for humping you, I was having a very...intense dream."
Butch:
Enter the devoted guard dog of the cafe Butch. The Pitbull hybrid is the tallest and strongest of the cafe and doesn't let anyone harass the Shopkeeper and staff. He sent you a threatening glare with his scared face when you arrived. He didn't know you and he hated humans for all the scars they gave him. You smiled at him and walked away. Tch, stupid human.
One by one all the hybrids fell for your charms (platonic ones are platonically in love with you) and it made Butch's blood boil. Why couldn't you be satisfied with just being a patron? Why did Shopkeeper look at you that way? Butch had a crush on Shopkeeper for saving him from his horrible life yet never had the courage to approach them. He saw the looks Shopkeeper gave you and it made him angry. He was going to confront you when he saw the scene with Donut occur. He saw the look of fear and worry on your face as you carried Donut gently to your apartment. He saw how you treated Cocoa and the twins as well as Matcha. You didn't have anything to get out of this so why do it?
His answer was given the night an old competitor from the fighting ring came at him with the intention to kill. He managed to kill the guy before he was killed but he was severely injured. He heard footsteps approach him head and he looked up to see you. You kept him awake long enough for the paramedics to arrive and take him to the hospital. The look of worry in your eyes is genuine and your smile of relief reminds him of the smile that Shopkeeper gave him that day they saved him (he's got a thing for nonbinary baddies). Your smile however was less calculated and more genuine.
Badump
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Butch is the last to go yandere because Butch feels guilty. Guilty for hating you when you showed him nothing but kindness, guilty for betraying Shopkeeper like that and guilty for wanting to lock you away where no one but himself can see you. He is one overprotective and loyal pooch, who will protect you until his final breath. Good people don't deserve to face the cruelties a monster like him faced.
The most likely to be poly with you and Shopkeeper as he still holds feelings for Shopkeeper and they're both obsessed with you. You won't want for anything as he holds you in his muscular arms with his head buried in your neck to muffle the sobs.
"Please forgive me for being selfish, you're the only good thing I've got."
*Baba is the gender-neutral affectionate term for parent like mama and papa.
Sorry if it's bad towards the end, I rushed towards Cappuccino and Butch. Please feel free to request scenarios for the new ocs I dropped. ONLY PLATONIC FOR COCOA AND THE TWINS BUT EITHER ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC FOR EVERYONE ELSE.
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Johnny's Halloween Costume
Johnny is proud of his Halloween costume. It seems like Ghost likes it too. cw: none. 2.2k, Ghoap smut
Credit for this story is owed to @pricegouge for fostering his ask with me. Now it’s time to give it back. Thanks for always being willing to help my brain worms wiggle! <33
"I want to be slutty for Halloween but nothing sounds good," Johnny huffs as he slams back onto Kyle's bed, ignoring the hey! as he disrupts a clean pile of clothes.
Kyle pulls the clothes out from under him to re-stack while grumbling, "Just be yourself, how much sluttier can you get?"
Freeing the last of the items he turns to sit at the desk, looking at Johnny in exasperation as he recounts all of the options he's thought about and discarded.
"—bunny but everyone has done that. Same with a gladiator," he whines while staring at the ceiling, pouting. "It needs to be something good, something that will drop jaws."
Kyle rolls his eyes at Johnny's dramatics, "Be a hoochie daddy or something, I don't know. Just do it in your own room!" He blinks in surprise when Johnny shoots up to face him, a manic grin across his face. Nothing good ever came from this smile. it's Johnny's 'This is going to go badly but it'll be so much fun in the process' smile.
Kyle thought up the name himself.
"You're a genius, Gaz! I knew I came to the right person," Johnny beams at him, a toothy grin showing all the way to the molars. He bounces up, ignoring the deep sigh as he knocks the clothes over again and strides for the door, eager to get started now that he had a plan.
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The spoon clinks against ceramic as Ghost stirs his tea in the small rec room, having fled from the festivities in the bigger hall after doing his mandatory 5 minute drop in.
He wouldn't have even done that much if the order didn't come straight from Price, I don't care if they're a bunch of numpties. Show up, foster camaraderie for a handful of minutes then you're free.
A handful of minutes. As far as Ghost is concerned that meant five. Three hundred seconds of torture before he was allowed to leave. He would do it but it certainly didn't mean he would like it.
He had escaped the second the hand ticked over and he had no intention of going back. He is going to drink his tea and then go to bed—leave all the idiots to get into trouble by themselves.
The door to the rec room burst open and Ghost is greeted with his own personal headache.
"LT! What are ye doin' hidin' away in here?"
"What are you wearing?" Simon ignores his question, dumbfounded at what he is seeing. Johnny prances into the room in an outfit which showed more skin than it covered.
His orange shorts rest high on his hips, the crotch obscenely tight causing his bulge to be highlighted by the taut fabric. The shorts end after a few brief inches showing miles of thickly muscled thighs covered in dark hair which end in combat boots. On his upper half he is wearing half a shirt, the fabric stopping right below his chest, showcasing his thickly muscled torso covered in a healthy layer of fat and coarse hair. Johnny beams as he looks at Ghost with a lightly stubbled face, his mohawk looking freshly trimmed.
"I've been lookin' everywhere for ye," he exclaims excitedly, hurrying over to crowd Ghost's space. "Well?" He spreads his arms, causing the shirt to strain against his biceps and wide shoulders. Ghost is pretty sure he hears a stitch pop, "What do ye think? I'm a Hooters boy!"
Ghost doesn't say anything, he can't say anything with his tongue feeling like it's two sizes too big in his mouth. If he were any less disciplined he would be swallowing in need right now. Thankfully, Johnny has no issue carrying the conversation.
"Ye should've seen the look on everyone's faces when I walked in. Looked like big mouthed bobble heads, the lot of them. It's like they'd never seen a man as beautiful as me before," he preens, striking a pose for the full affect of the outfit.
Ghost finds his breath shuddering on the exhale.
"You look like a whore, that's why they were staring at you," he finally managers with a deep rumble, staring at where the tight waist makes a gentle pooch right above it. He drags his eyes away to meet Johnny's gaze, thankful for the mask to help keep his expression level.
Johnny only laughs, seemingly pleased at being called a whore by his commanding officer. "Yer only sayin' that because ye want in my pants," he taunts, spinning around to show his ass off to Ghost before completing his spin.
Ghost abruptly makes a decision. Walking over he grips Johnny firmly by the nape of his neck, amused as Johnny instantly goes still and silent, eyes darkening at the pressure. "Let's go, pup. You're gonna get what you're begging for."
"What I—" Johnny chokes, trying to get words out, "LT, I was only joking—"
But Ghost doesn't listen, just turns them both to begin heading down the hall towards the barracks.
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Pushing Johnny through the door first, Ghost directs him towards the bed, hand still placed firmly on the back of his neck, rough callouses scratching the thin skin. He might have unwittingly found Johnny's sweet spot because the sergeant was unusually quiet the whole walk.
He watches as Johnny sits down carefully, enjoying the uncertain hesitation of his movements. It was rare to see the younger man anything but cocky and self assured so this is a treat Ghost has every intention of savoring.
Moving over to the bed he pushes Johnny backwards, watching him collapse onto the bedding with slightly too fast breaths. Crawling over him with ease, he lifts his mask to right below his nose, rolling the fabric until it holds itself up. With no other warning he dives in for a kiss, immediately deepening it and pressing firmly into Johnny's mouth.
The other man moans at the first stroke of his tongue, slick and warm, before reaching up to grasp onto him tightly and kissing back with equal fervor.
Ghost took his time mapping out Johnny's mouth—tracing his teeth, stroking his tongue, tickling the sensitive gums, feeling the soft cheeks. He knows the sergeant is tough—he'd covered Ghost's ass enough times for that to be fact. But damn if he doesn't feel particularly soft in this moment. Ghost isn't sure if he wants to tuck Johnny up inside of himself where he could be kept, secure and warm, or if he wants to live inside Johnny's skin, always present, able to venerate this golden boy who is as warm as the sun.
Coaxing Johnny's tongue into his mouth is the work of moments. He's unable to help his filthy grind at the resulting vulgar groan when he begins suckling on it like a teat.
"Fuck, but you're a needy boy, aren't you?" Simon rasps as he pulls away slightly, panting into the space between their lips. He's pleased at the rapid agreement from the man below him, eager to continue. "I might just have to keep you. Tie you up to my bed, stuff a fake cock down your throat so you can't yell for help. Keep you wet and spread for me so I can slide right in after a day of dealing with idiots."
The choked, needy moan Johnny lets out as his eyes roll back is heaven. Ghost feels a wave of lust flood is veins and he knows right then and there he won't be letting this man go.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he continues, slowly rocking into Johnny. Short, soft, barely there thrusts that did more to tease than to relieve. "Being my little fuck pet to use as I see fit. Wouldn't need to worry that pretty little head about anything more than when your next orgasm will be."
Johnny shudders in arousal, little panting pleases dripping from his tongue. His eyes wide and soft.
Ghost smiles meanly, snaking a hand under his shirt to pinch at his nipples just because he can. Catching the resultant yelp in his mouth, he presses firmly against him, grinding his hard cock against Johnny's through layers of fabric, enjoying the dry rasp.
Pulling away from Johnny's chest once his nipples are swollen and puffy, he laughs mockingly as he notices the wet spot growing on Johnny's pants.
"Looks like someone's an eager little slut."
Scooting back to sit between his spread thighs, Ghost pulls down Johnny's shorts just enough to expose his cock and balls, cradling them with the bunched fabric. Johnny's cock slaps his stomach as it's freed with a meaty thwack, drooling thick drops of sticky precum onto his abdomen. Ghost reaches down to meanly pinch the ruddy tip, smiling at the resulting yelp before moving further down to play with his balls, rolling them in his palm and giving a firm squeeze intermittently.
"Look at this tiny cocklet. Cute little thing isn't it?" He says antagonistically, laughing callously as Johnny immediately flushes and begins arguing.
" 'S nae little! What are ye on about? Yer probably the one that's little. Go on then, let's have a look. Probably a wee pecker you have in there," he gestures at Ghost's pants, ignoring the tenting which made it clear there wasn't a wee anything about Ghost.
Smirking, Ghost pulls back to shuck his pants, sliding them halfway down his thighs and letting his cock springs out, pointing downward with the weight of itself. He can practically hear the swallow the Scotsman lets out in response.
"Well," Johnny croaks, flushing scarlet red, "that's why you think it's small, isn't it?Ye've got a fuckin' horse cock 'tween yer legs!" He gathers himself valiantly, "donnae mean mine is small, now ye take that back."
Still smiling meanly Ghost responds with a flat, bored, no, before leaning forward, wrapping a sizable hand around both their cocks, his fingers unable to meet due to the thickness between the two of them.
Setting a fast pace right out the gate, he delights in Johnny's wide-eyed gasp, mouth falling into an oh! of pleasure. He promptly makes it a objective to draw that sound out as many times as possible.
A handful of dry, rasping strokes follow before he lets go, ignoring Johnny's whine of pleading disappointment to reach up and grasp his mohawk, pulling him up and forward to hunch over. "Spit," he directs, aiming Johnny's face at their laps.
He hasn't ever seen Johnny so eager before, with how he spits on their cocks before tilting his chin up for a kiss like a dog asking for a reward.
Ghost laughs but can't help leaning down for another kiss, giving him what he's asking for so prettily. Pulling back he pushes Johnny's forehead causing him to fall backwards once more before wrapping his hand back around their cocks, smearing the wetness with a nasty twist before resuming stroking.
The wet glide is significantly better.
Johnny's back arches almost instantly, a loud, low moan falling from his open mouth. He reaches for Ghost—desperate, grasping hands that hold on tightly once they find purchase, reluctant to let go.
Ghost takes great joy in wringing every sound possible from his mouth, every twist, stroke and squeeze done with the sole purpose of finding every soft spot the other man has so he can exploit them ruthlessly.
"Christ, you're whining like a whore."
And he is. Johnny has tears gathering on his lash line, high-pitched uh uh uhs escaping with every stroke.
Ghost watches in awe, biting his cheek to give him something to focus on so he doesn't finish too quickly. Johnny is a vision spread out below him. Sweat dotting his face, mixing with the tears and drool he couldn't keep contained, a blissed out look in his eyes as he watches Ghost back, keeping their gaze locked.
That is the last straw for Ghost.
He focuses intolerably on the areas Johnny moaned the loudest for, touching him with intent. The younger man isn't able to hold back anymore and he comes with a long cry, audible to anyone passing by the room.
A final tug is all Ghost needs before he's finishing too, cum wetting the thick hair of Johnny's torso and pooling in the divot of his belly button.
As they pant in the aftermath, Johnny looks at him with something close to worship in his eyes before it's shrouded once more, pressed deep in an effort to hide and protect the feeling.
Ghost leans forward to give one final messy, wet kiss before backing away to fix his pants. He smacks Johnny's hands away when he reaches for the corner of the bedding with a harsh, leave it, pup, before pulling the orange Hooter shorts back up over Johnny's waist, tucking his slowly softening cock gently to the side.
Standing, he ushers Johnny to the door, opening it and gesturing him out without looking to see if anyone is around. Johnny's breath is still slightly too fast to be normal as he passes. With a firm pat on his ass, Ghost watches him walk down the hallway, still covered in sticky spend for anyone passing to see.
He'll have to come up with a more permanent way to mark him in the future and his mind is already whirring with possibilities.
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that-basic-simp · 8 months ago
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Girl With The Wave Tattoo
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Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: None WC: 1.5k+
"Hottie alert," my friend tapped me on the back of my arm.
My back was facing the customers as they were coming and going. I was doing my work while my friend was looking at the customers. I should be more specific. The attractive customers.
"If it's another athlete with the typical body, I am not turning around."
"No, it's your kind of hottie."
"If this is another prank I swear I am going to--" I immediately shut up as I was face to face with someone who was indeed my kind of hottie.
They were tall, tall for a woman. Or at least they appeared to be a woman. It was kind of hard to tell as they were wearing cargo joggers with high-top Converse and a white tank top. There was a long chain necklace with the sword as a pendant. Finally, to top off their appearance, they had orange tinted glasses covering their eyes and a bun on the top of their head. Running up both of their arms was a sleeve tattoo of what looked to be water in the traditional Japanese art style. Similar to that of the Great Wave.
"W-What can I get for you today?" I asked.
"What kind of tea do you have?" they asked, in a bit of a raspy voice.
"We have all kinds ranging from green, black, oolong. You name it, we probably have it."
"Do you by chance have any hot matcha green tea?"
"W-We do."
"Can I get that in a large?"
"Yes. Name for the order?"
"Mizu."
"Alright. That'll be about 500 yen."
Mizu handed me a small coin and I took it from them.
"It should be out soon."
"Thanks," they walked towards the counter and waited for me to make the drink.
"So, what do you think?" my friend leaned over and asked me, whispering in my ear.
"I don't know about this one."
"What do you mean?"
"Their appearance. I can't tell if they're, you know."
"Nondescript?"
"In a sense. The bun isn't helping, but their eyes," I turned to face them.
They were reading something on their phone. As I looked closely, which is an odd feature to stare at, their fingers were thin and slender to be a man's. I mean, depending on the man, they can be long and slender. But they looked oddly feminine for someone who is trying to be neither gender. Or maybe one more so than the other. It's hard to tell. But it didn't matter. They were attractive.
"Did you at least get their name?"
"Mizu," I whispered, not wanting to confuse them with thinking their order was ready.
"Interesting name."
"I think so. Unique."
I finished making the tea for Mizu and I set it on the counter.
"Mizu?" I called out their name.
Their head picked up and they walked over to me, grabbing the cup.
"Thanks," they said, placing a couple pieces of yen in the tip jar.
"Have a nice day."
They smiled before turning around, walking off towards the door. The chime of the bell rang as the door opened.
"Is this the first time you've seen them?"
"Here?"
"Yeah."
"I've seen them in this area. I think they work at a tattoo parlor just down the road."
"Huh, interesting."
"Thinking about giving them a visit?"
"Maybe not like instantly. I think I'll give it a bit and see if they come around again."
"If you want to know that answer, talk to Ise. She hears and sees everything that goes on here."
"She doesn't come in until three, doesn't she?"
"Yes, but if text her and say you need details on one customer, she'll be here in a flash."
"I kind of don't want to because I'd rather talk to her when she's scheduled to be here."
"Suit yourself. Oh, Mr. Watari is here again. Be careful."
"I'm heading into the pantry then."
"To do what?"
"Hide from him."
After waiting a few hours, Ise came in and that was when my friend dropped the bomb on her and she came rushing over to me, excited and happy as a clam. If she was a dog, her tail would be wagging so fast she could fly off into the clouds.
"I heard you want to know something about someone."
"Mizu. I was told they work at a tattoo parlor."
"Mizu is a woman. When she's out in public or when she's in the tattoo place, she binds her chest."
"Why's that?"
"Bad history with another work place where they would only hire her if she was more masculine."
"That's backwards."
"It was."
"Is there anything else you know about her?"
"Other than she can rock two arm sleeve tattoos and make it look attractive, no. That's really it."
"Alright," I sighed.
"Why? Are you interested in her?"
"I mean, I thought I was."
"Y/N, everyone here knows you prefer women over men."
"I guess I was just ready to open the door to Mizu if she was in fact a guy. I just didn't want to jump to conclusions when I wasn't able to tell."
"You wouldn't be the first. People here had issues with her."
"Why's that?"
"She was a regular here before you started working with us. That was when she was a bit more feminine presenting. But when she started changing into what we see her normally wear, she went into the bathroom one day. It was also before we changed it to be single stalls instead of multiple. She went in to use the restroom and a mother and her young child came out, screaming at us for allowing Mizu into the bathroom. The mother thought Mizu was a man, and when explaining it to her that she is biologically female, the mother did not believe her. You'll never believe what Mizu said to the woman."
"What?"
"'Want to check yourself?'"
I almost dropped over, both Ise and my friend laughing.
"The mother was so disgusted, saying that she was being assaulted now by what Mizu said. The police got involved and after some extensive and some invasive work on Mizu, they deemed she was in fact a woman. The mother still didn't believe it."
"I feel bad for Mizu," I said.
"We all did. So whenever she comes in here, which isn't as often as before, we give her a discount on her entire order. She doesn't know that and the other customers don't know it either."
"It's hard to believe that she doesn't know."
"I'm sure she does. But she hasn't said anything about it. Although, she does tip generously."
"I think she's making it up for the many times you discounted her order."
"We just all felt bad for her and what she had to go through. Oh! I know. You should do something for her."
"What?"
"Yeah. She's going to be coming here in a few days."
"How do you know that?"
"Ise is able to track people's schedules," my friend said.
"No, I just know that Mizu is going to be tattooing a friend of mine. She comes in here whenever she has to tattoo someone."
"So I take it she was tattooing someone today."
"Yes. This is my friend's first session," Ise said. "She'll be going back in a few days to do the second session."
"I see. What should I do for Mizu?"
"Chocolate can't go wrong," my friend said.
"But she does like tea," Ise said. "When my friend goes to get her tattoos done, Mizu is always drinking tea. Mostly hot tea."
I nodded my head, "I see."
A few days had gone by and when the day Mizu was going to be making another return, I was ready. I didn't want to come off as stalkerish, which was why I had to make this perfect. When the bell rang, I picked my head up and found Mizu walking to the counter.
"Same as before?" I asked.
"How do you know?" Mizu looked at me with suspicion.
"Your order stands out."
"Does it?"
"You're the only one who orders the hot matcha green tea," I said.
"Out of all the customers here?" she perked an eyebrow.
I nodded my head, "Most people here enjoy coffee. You're the only tea person."
"Huh. I see."
"And some people here thought it would be nice to give you this," I pulled out a small bag and placed it on the counter for her.
"What's this? Was this Ise's idea?" Mizu asked.
"You know Ise?"
"She came in to accompany her friend one time. I tattoo her friend and she is getting her second session today."
"What is she getting?"
"Something similar to what I have."
Mizu turned around and moved her tank top down slightly. I poked my head over the counter and found there was a large phoenix tattoo on her back.
"It's not exactly a phoenix. Hers is going to be a turtle."
"Oh, I see."
Mizu turned around, "Thank you," she gestured to the bag. "If it was Ise's idea, I assume it will be tea."
"It was actually mine. Ise gave me the idea to give you something."
"Why's that?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, but she told me what happened to you. About the mother and child here that caused you issues."
A small smile crawled on Mizu's lips, "It was a bit of an unfortunate situation, but it just showed me that people will think what they want to think no matter what."
"Even though I don't really know you, I think you're a great person. For persevering through all of that."
"Thank you," she said.
"I-I'll get your tea ready."
"What's your name?"
"Am I not wearing my name tag?" I looked down at my apron, noticing it was gone. "Shit, I'm not."
She chuckled.
"It's Y/N," I said.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," she said. "I hope to see you around."
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gureumz · 1 year ago
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if only you knew (that i can see you)
rating: explicit
member: jay
premise: you're enhypen's new manager and it's palpable how instantly this one member takes a liking to you. you're adamant about keeping things professional but he's very persuasive.
notes: fem!reader, dom!jay, slightly dubious consent, dirty talk, mentions of vomiting, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, a quickie (but a very hot one imo), office romance-ish (?), mentions of drinking, lmk if i missed anything!
a/n: fourth of my 1k follower special! oh, writer's block is a bitch. one whole month of nothing and i churn this out in one night. big, big apologies if i've become rusty over the past month, but i couldn't get this story out of my head. also, title is by from madame swift's 'i can see you'. please enjoy!
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you feel like throwing up. right this minute, right at this very second.
you're fully convinced that you're about to hurl all over your pristine brand-new sneakers, spewing chunks of this morning's breakfast (a single cup of iced coffee) on the company's shiny, newly-waxed floor.
you're moments away from it, you can feel something catch in your throat. this is it, you know this is it. goodbye to your new job, your company benefits, goodbye to this godforsaken earth—
"sorry, are you lost?"
you whip around, eyes wide. towering over you is a man, sharp-featured, lean, and unbelievably handsome.
you swallow, trying to find an answer to give.
"i'm the new assistant manager. sejin-sunbaenim told me to come straight to dance practice room 2," you manage to say with as minimal tremor as you can. the man raises both eyebrows.
"oh, it's you," the handsome stranger says, bowing. "you're ______."
you nod, chest loosening at the sound of your name. so you're in the right place, after all. one less thing to worry about.
"that's me," you confirm, bowing back.
"cool. i'm jay," the man responds with an easy smile. he reaches out and you grasp his hand in yours.
oh, he's so warm.
"i...know," you mumble out, chuckling nervously.
jay grins. he drops your hand, motioning to the door behind you.
"sejin-nim is inside. so are the others," jay informs, reaching over for the door handle. you sidestep, and for a moment, you feel like a nervous bunny, jumping all over the place and flinching at the slightest sound.
in your defense, the last thing you want is to cross any boundaries on your first day.
jay smiles at you again, pulling the door open. "after you."
you blink, momentarily distracted by the dimple on his cheek. you quickly regain your bearings, smiling sheepishly as you step into the room.
you're quickly whisked into a flurry of introductions. each enhypen member seems equally excited, or at least pleased, to meet you. they shake your hand, bow, and greet you with bright, boyish smiles.
you're dazed by the end of it all, but at least you're not thinking about throwing up anymore.
"you have the calendar i shared with you, right?" sejin, your superior, asks after the members have difted off, busying themselves with warm-ups.
you recall the zoom conference you had with sejin a week ago, how you pored over every phone number, email, and address pertinent to your job as enhypen's new manager.
"yes," you answer.
"everything's there. all orange tasks are mine, and all blue ones are kyungjun's. he's not here now, but you'll meet him probably tomorrow. you can pick another color for your tasks in the mean time," sejin explains.
"i'll email you every morning with things i need help with and you can add those to the calendar afterward," he continues. "for today, i just want you to shadow me to see what a typical day looks like for us."
you nod along, occasionally glancing at your phone, the managers' calendar flashed on your screen.
you ignore the way your heart drops when you see the stacks of orange and blue piled on each tile.
as if reading your thoughts, sejin chuckles beside you. "it may look like a lot, but the boys make it easier. they're total professionals."
you laugh along, turning back to the group. your eyes immediately settle on jay who's quick to catch your gaze.
he smiles and you smile back.
---
"________-nim! how was your first day?"
you look up from your phone, momentarily abandoning the email you were composing, an inquiry sejin assigned you to send to a local media franchise. you were on your fifth reread.
you realize with a start that it's jay.
he sets a large paper bag down on the table. you're late to notice the drink carrier he has in his other hand.
"well, however it went, i got you a drink and dinner to commemorate your first day," jay adds, taking one out of the two drinks from the carrier. he slides the cup towards you and your cheeks immediately heat up.
"you didn't have to," you say, laughing nervously. "you're too kind, jay."
jay beams at this. he pushes the paper bag towards you as well.
"this is from all the members," jay informs. "as thanks for working hard today."
before you can reply, jay bows briefly before waving goodbye and walking away.
you stare at the paper bag for a few moments, a weird flutter taking over your body.
---
jay is...strange.
or, at least, you think he's been acting strange.
it's only been a little over a month since your first day. it was easy for you to fall into a routine, seeing as the group is in between promotions. a photoshoot every other day, a pre-recording once a week, dance practice every day after dinner. the most stress you've had so far was when you forgot to phone the van driver about a change in schedule, leaving you and half the members stranded at a certain broadcast station.
jay had comforted you then, as you were near tears. he laid a hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing against your sweater in an attempt to soothe you.
"it happens," jay had said. you didn't even notice his hand had moved from your arm down to the small of your back.
"you're doing great," he added before withdrawing his hand.
you thought about that moment the whole night. how warm his touch was, how gentle he handled your near-breakdown.
he was your responsibility and yet jay was the one that came to your rescue.
you went out on your first official team dinner a few days after that, with the whole managerial team present along with the members. sejin recommended a quaint, yet highly-acclaimed restaurant off one of the side streets around the company.
jay had squeezed in beside you at the table, so close you can feel his body heat radiating off him. a few times his knees knocked against yours but neither of you acted like you noticed.
it was then the first inkling of suspicion rose in you.
could jay be...?
surely not. he was just being nice. he's the literal definition of a gentleman. it's just the way jay is.
of course. it's totally in his character to bring you coffee almost every day. it's normal that he rushes to open every door you walk through. there's definitely nothing weird about him gifting you an expensive box of chocolates for completing your first month on the job.
he's not flirting with you. that would be silly.
you sigh, shaking off these thoughts as you approach the small practice booth at the end of the hall. you can hear the sound of a guitar from the inside.
"jay?" you call out, knuckles knocking against the glass door. the guitar stops.
"yeah?" comes a muffled voice from inside. you slowly push the door open, peeking your head in.
jay is seated in front of the computer, his electric guitar cradled in his arms. he's sporting a loose white shirt and black joggers. his hair is unstyled, black tresses falling over his eyes. he brushes it back with his fingers.
"you have a recording like—," you pause, checking your watch. "right now."
jay gives a start, checking his phone. he groans, setting his guitar down on its stand.
"right," he mutters under his breath. he sighs, rising up from his seat.
you watch as he stretches, the bottom of his shirt riding up to reveal the top of his boxers peeking out from his pants. you catch a glimpse of a very thin sliver of skin.
you try your best to ignore that.
"you better hurry before the producer kicks both of our asses," you urge lightly, crossing your arms. you've been trying to be more assertive with the members lately, seeing as you've already had enough time to know more about them and how they're supposed to be spending their days under your supervision.
"yes ma'am," jay replies, approaching you. you step out of the doorway to let him pass.
he doesn't move for a few seconds and you peer up at him with a questioning look on your face.
"can i ask you something?" jay blurts out, shoving his hands in his pockets.
you glance around to make sure no one is nearby. you have a feeling he's about to ask something that's a little less appropriate for work.
"are you single?"
you nearly choke on your own spit. you had a sense of what he was going to ask, but you never expected him to be this direct.
"may i know why you're asking?" you reply, treading carefully. one wrong move and you can end up dismissed from this long-coveted job of yours.
jay shrugs. "just curious."
you chew on your lip, contemplating how to go about his question. you let out a breath, deciding that there's no harm in being truthful.
"i am," you confirm.
jay nods. "same."
you quirk an eyebrow at this. cocking your head to the side, you ask, "really? how come?"
"i'm sure you see how busy we are," jay counters with a smirk.
it's your turn to shrug. "that doesn't stop jake from texting that girl from—"
"you know about that?!" jay cuts in, his voice dropping to a whisper.
you snicker, shaking your head.
"i know a lot of things, jay. i'm with you guys almost every waking hour of the day," you inform.
jay looks at you with an unreadable expression. something between fear and confusion. it makes you giggle.
"i technically should take it up with HR and higher management, but the other managers and i agreed that until you guys decide to go sneaking off on late-night dates, we'll keep it under wraps."
jay's mouth hangs open, still in disbelief.
"so, if you're planning on taking some girl out, you better let me know," you say, giving jay a pointed look.
jay's expression changes then as he ducks his head to avoid your eyes.
"not gonna happen," he says.
jay gives you a curt nod and smile before pushing past you out into the hallway.
---
you and jay don't talk about that night.
you know that he knows that you know the reason he asked about the state of your love life. he definitely did it on purpose to open up the discussion.
you're determined to squash the notion before it develops further.
you're not doing it to be mean. you'd never want to hurt jay on purpose. but you have a job to do and a reputation to keep.
jay knows that. he should know that.
you get the impression that even if he did, he doesn't care. not when he's sauntering over to you now, a bag of food and an iced coffee in his hands.
"mind if i join you?" jay asks, already sliding into the seat across you. there's barely any other people in the hybe cafeteria but a nervous chill still runs up your spine.
this is nothing. just a friendly lunch between a manager and her member.
"you didn't leave me much choice," you say with a laugh.
jay shrugs, winking at you playfully. you quickly avert your eyes. better to not say anything.
"i like your outfit today," jay compliments, taking a sip of his coffee.
you glance down at yourself. you're in a plain, short-sleeved blouse, white and a little sheer. you paired it with comfortable black corduroy pants and sneakers.
nothing special. to you, at least.
you had to feign ignorance on the way jay had stared at you the whole morning while you were in a meeting.
"thank you," you reply curtly, taking a bite of your kimbap.
"i'm taking you guys home tonight." you quickly revert to another subject.
"kyungjun-sunbaenim has to attend to other things so he assigned me to make sure all of you get home safe and in one piece for today."
jay nods. "got it."
"you guys don't have anything scheduled after 11 so i expect all of you to be at the lobby by that time," you add.
you can feel jay staring as you continue to pick at your food. you fight the urge to look up.
"will do," he finally says.
---
"do you need me to walk you guys up?"
you lean out of the passenger side window, watching as the members file out of the vans in front of their apartment building. thankfully, they all heeded your word, showing up at the lobby at 11:05, ready to head home for the day.
as if to prove that the heavens were on your side, the ride home was awfully quiet, too, which was a surprise considering that it was jay, jake, and sunghoon that decided to ride along with you.
jungwon shakes his head to your question, walking up to your side of the van.
"we're good, _______-noona," jungwon says. "you get home safe, though!"
riki nods along, skipping up to you. "yeah, or else jay hyung is g—"
the youngest is cut off with a sharp elbow to his ribs by jay. riki splutters out in disbelief, complaining, but he's herded off by sunoo.
"good night," jay calls out over his shoulder, waving at you.
you wave back, observing as the boys enter the building, finally letting yourself relax as the last of them disappear through the doors.
---
a vibration jolts against your cheek and you gasp as you're ripped right out of your deep slumber.
you realize in your sleep-hazed mind that it's your phone that woke you up, ringing incessantly. you must have fallen asleep with your face against it.
you press the 'answer' button, the faint beginnings of irritability creeping up your chest.
"hello?" you say, voice sharp.
"_______-noona? i'm so sorry for waking you if you were sleeping, but i didn't know who else to call. we're sorry but we went out to drink after you dropped us off and jay hyung had a little more alcohol than he could handle."
the voice rambles on and it takes you a second to remember who it belongs to.
"jungwon? where are you? who's with you?"
a short pause. you hear the faint sound of a voice, rapidly complaining. you think it's sunoo.
"we took a cab back to our apartment but jay hyung won't get up so we're out here on the front steps," jungwon explains.
"he's just too heavy for sunoo-hyung and i while he's in this state, and the rest of the hyungs are already passed out upstairs," he adds.
you press a hand on your forehead. this can't be happening right now.
a million thoughts run through your head but you will them to quiet down, focusing instead at the task at hand.
"how about riki?" you ask.
"nothing is going to wake him up now, noona," jungwon says, exasperated.
"please, we're not in the—hic—best state, either," jungwon continues. you can still hear sunoo in the background.
you fight the urge to groan.
"okay, okay, i'm on my way," you finally say.
---
you practically fly out of the taxi, not even bothering to wait for your change. you see three figures at the front of the building and you immediately recognize them as jay, sunoo, and jungwon.
"what the hell, jay?" you ask, rushing over. sunoo and jungwon have resigned themselves to sitting on both sides of jay's sprawled figure on the stairs.
jay is on his side, hands tucked under his head as if sleeping on the most comfortable bed instead of rough concrete.
"we tried," sunoo says with a pout. his eyes are glassy, but his speech seems fine. probably tipsy, you think.
"i can carry him just fine," jungwon speaks up. his speech is definitely slurred. "but that's when he's conscious and when i'm not drunk off three bottles of soju."
"jesus christ," you say under your breath.
"okay, i'll grab from under his arms, sunoo you grab his legs, and jungwon, support his torso and that big fat ass of his," you instruct, positioning yourself at jay's head.
jay giggles suddenly, eyes blinking open slowly.
"you think my ass is fat?" jay asks, barely comprehensible with how drunk he is.
"shut up," you respond, huffing. you tuck your hands at his armpits, hooking your arms through.
sunoo and jungwon follow suit.
carrying a nearly six-foot-tall man weighing more than what you can deadlift in the rare times you're at the gym was exactly as difficult as you expected, even with additional help.
it took the three of you ten whole minutes to haul jay towards the elevator and about fifteen to get him down the hall to their unit.
only god knows where the apartment's security guard is amidst all this.
"just a little more," you pant as you combine your efforts to drag jay towards his shared bedroom with jake.
you kick the door open as you heave all your might into getting jay across the threshold.
the room's empty. jake's probably in heeseung's room.
your legs give out before you can get jay to his bed. sunoo and jungwon fall to their knees as well, all three of you breathing heavily from the effort.
"i need to throw up," jungwon declares, dashing out of the room.
"i need...," sunoo pauses, a hand held up as if to silence you, despite you not having said a word.
"i need water and an aspirin," sunoo finally says, stumbling out of the room as well.
he's gracious enough to close the door behind him.
you get up, feeling around for a bedside lamp, muttering a soft 'yes' when you finally feel a switch between your fingers. you turn the lamp on, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow.
you turn to see jay's slumped figure, his back resting on the foot of one of the beds. you approach quietly, kneeling down next to him.
"you're such an idiot," you whisper, brushing back some of the damp hair away from jay's forehead. "who told you to get this drunk?"
"no one," jay responds. you nearly jump, not expecting jay to be lucid at this point in time.
"you know i'm gonna have to tell the other managers about this," you softly berate jay, tugging off his jacket. he giggles, holding his hands over his chest.
"why are you undressing me? do you wanna fuck me or something?" jay asks in his drunken stupor.
you roll your eyes. "no, stupid, i'm making sure you're as comfortable as you can be while in this state."
"liar," jay counters. "you so wanna fuck me."
"i could report you for inappropriate behavior," you reply quietly, throwing jay's jacket to the side. you reach for the topmost buttons of his polo.
"see? you're getting me naked," jay continues, reaching out to take ahold of your wrist.
you stop to look up and you realize that jay has his eyes open, pupils focused on you. his grip tightens around your wrist as he pulls you closer.
"you know right?" jay asks.
your first instinct is to feign innocence, to ask him what he's talking about.
but you do know.
"you're drunk, jay," you supply rather simply. "we'll talk tomorrow."
jay smiles, reaching out to cup one side of your face. you freeze, letting jay's thumb run along your cheekbone before traveling down to your lips. he traces the curves of your mouth, staring intently.
you don't know whether you leaned in or if jay pulled you down, but a moment later, your mouth is against his, a desperate, messy press of lips. he licks right into you, and you can't help the groan that escapes you.
you can't be doing this. this is a clear breach of protocol, this is illegal, even.
"jay," you whisper against his lips. "jay, please."
jay pauses, pulling away slightly. he nuzzles against your cheek, waiting for you to speak.
"we can't keep doing this," you say, prying jay off you. "at least not when you're still drunk."
jay gives you a long, hard look. his eyes are half-lidded as if a step away from sleep. his mouth is parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"i'll remember this tomorrow," jay declares.
you sigh, leaning in to peck his lips one last time.
"we'll see."
---
the whole thing blew up in the members' faces. and yours.
you got a good telling-off from sejin, but thankfully nothing reached upper management. the whole group was called into one of the conference rooms the next day and sejin spared no one in his heated scolding. not even riki.
('i was sleeping!' riki had argued. sejin planted his hands firmly on his hips and listed the many different ways ni-ki could have contacted any of the managers to at least inform us of the older members' whereabouts)
you stood very still in the corner, having already received the tamer, abridged version of sejin's speech.
it's been a week now and everything was as normal as it could be, the only difference being that the whole group would be required to have their locations turned on at all times for the next few weeks until management was sure they wouldn't pull another stunt like that again.
oh, and you've been avoiding jay like the plague.
you're thankful that he made no effort in approaching you outside of what was appropriate for work and whenever he did, he'd look anywhere but your face.
it hurt you a bit to see him like this, knowing that he's probably embarrassed with the whole thing. though, you're not quite sure if he's also affected by or if he even remembers the incident in his room.
you're so deep in thought while storming down the hallway, that you nearly run into someone. their firm arms reach out to keep you steady as you try and regain your balance.
you look up and all air is knocked out of your lungs.
"oh, hi jay," you greet, stepping back. your palms clam up as memories of that night the week before flash in your mind.
"hi, ________-noona," he replies.
seconds tick by and no one talks. you know you should say something, anything. an apology, a snarky remark, or a lame excuse to get away. but nothing comes to mind.
"i'm sorry about what happened," jay finally cuts through the silence.
you shake your head, offering him a smile. "we've been over it, jay. quite thoroughly, if by sejin-sunbaenim's standards."
"that's not what i meant," jay continues. he's looking you in the eye.
you gulp, your insides churning.
"that's fine," you begin, keeping your voice as steady as you can. "we can just forget about it."
jay sighs. "i'm not sorry that it happened. i'm sorry that i needed to be drunk to let you know how i was feeling."
you're struck speechless, your brain going haywire. how do you respond to that?
"jay, you know we can't," you deflect, taking another step back. jay follows, standing over you. you feel so small, so vulnerable under his gaze.
"why not? the worst that could happen is you'll be transferred to another artist, another department," jay protests. he takes another step forward.
all you can do is stare down at the floor.
you want it, too. so bad. but you can't risk it. you're not ready, everything's still too uncer—
you feel a pair of hands on your face. you gasp, eyes darting around to see if anyone is in the vicinity.
"j-jay, not here—"
you're pulled forward, jay's strong grip around your arm. he practically drags you to a nearby supply closet, yanking the door open and pushing you in.
worry gnaws away in you as you remember the surveillance cameras in the hallway. those thoughts are immediately pushed away when you feel jay press up against you. you hear him rummage around for a switch, and suddenly, the cramped space is illuminated with dim, yellow lighting.
the closet couldn't be more than a few feet wide both ways, just enough to accommodate two people standing practically on top of each other.
jay grabs your hips and presses himself to your frame. you stifle a gasp as you feel him poking through his pants.
"i want you," jay says lowly, large hands traveling down to your ass. he holds them firmly, squeezing with all his might.
you moan, your hand flying up to your mouth.
"you want me too, right?" jay asks. he slips his hands beneath your denim skirt, a timely choice of clothing for this situation.
you don't know whether to thank or curse the heavens for that particular choice you made.
"we can't—," you begin once more.
jay shuts you up with his mouth, kissing you with so much force it drives you back against the storage shelves. jay cages you between his arms, planting his hands on the wood behind you. he devours your lips as if they were his last meal on earth.
he reaches one hand down, pressing two fingers against your mound. jay groans against your lips when he feels the wetness in your underwear.
"see? you want me, too," jay says, pulling away. he bunches up your skirt around your waist.
"keep it up," jay commands and you oblige, gripping your skirt with shaky hands. you watch as jay unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, just enough to let his already hard cock spring free.
jay yanks your panties aside, tapping your legs, signaling you to open up. you part your thighs, reaching up to steady yourself on jay.
you yelp when jay pulls one of your legs around his hips, giving him a better angle to slide in. and he does, slipping in so easily between your folds and right into your waiting hole.
"j-jay," you gasp out as he fully sheathes himself within you.
"fuck, you feel amazing," jay compliments, wrapping an arm around your midsection. "already so wet for me."
he pulls you even closer and that's when he starts to move. jay's thrusts are intense, plunging into you fully before pulling back nearly all the way out, and then sinking right back in. your eyes roll back as jay picks up the pace.
"sshh, that's it," jay coos. "we gotta be quiet and we gotta be fast."
you let out a muted whimper, burying your face in jay's chest. soft thuds can be heard as he fucks you against the shelves, your back digging painfully against them, but you can't be bothered to care, not when jay's cock is splitting you open so well.
"still gonna say 'we can't'?" jay says through gritted teeth. you look up to see his forehead creased in concentration, his pupils blown wide. sweat drips down the side of his face.
"god, you look so good like that," jay whispers. "so helpless on my cock. this is what you wanted, right?"
you nod frantically, arms wrapping around jay's neck.
"yeah," you breathe out. "wanted your cock for so long."
jay grunts, throwing his head back. "yes, keep talking to me like that."
his movements quicken and it takes everything in you to fight against the urge to let your knees buckle underneath you.
"please jay," you whimper. "fuck me harder, fuck me the way you've always wanted to fuck me."
"shit," jay mutters.
you're briefly left breathless as you feel your other leg give out, neither of your feet planted on the floor. it takes you a second to realize that jay has scooped you up in his arms, holding you up completely as he continues to ram into you. you wrap your legs tighter around jay.
jay has full control now and all you can do is hang on for dear life.
"yes! jay, yes!" you cry out against his neck. jay pants directly in your ear, fucking you at a speed that's nearly unimaginable to you.
"i-i'm gonna cum," jay manages to get out.
"do it," you quickly answer. jay pulls back to look at you.
you hold his face in your hands, nodding. jay covers your mouth with his as he gives the last of his thrusts, stilling inside you after a while. he presses himself deep within you and you moan against his mouth, feeling him pulse and twitch against your walls.
you cling onto jay for a whole minute before he stumbles back, letting you down on your own two feet. he snaps your underwear back in place, kissing you passionately as he does.
"keep it there for the rest of the day," jay mumbles against your lips, smiling.
you laugh breathlessly, unsure whether it really is jay saying all these things.
you hear a faint buzzing sound and you jump, remembering that you had your phone in your skirt.
well, before jay nearly ripped it off you.
you spot your device on the ground, snatching it up to quickly answer the call.
"hello?"
"_______? have you seen jay?" sejin's voice cuts through the silence inside the closet. you meet jay's eyes and he, too, is perusing his phone.
"no," you lie right between your teeth. "i haven't. why?"
"he has a schedule in a bit and he's not answering any of my calls," sejin says. you're not quite sure if he's worried or irritated. probably both.
"i'll try calling him," you offer. jay grins wolfishly from your side, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
"great," sejin says. "let me know if you reach him."
you hang up, pocketing your phone.
"you're hot when you're breaking the rules like that," jay says against the column of your throat.
it takes all your willpower to push him away.
"there won't be any rules to break if i get fired," you say matter-of-factly. you lean in to kiss jay square on the lips.
"so you better get your ass out of here before that happens."
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zushikiss · 2 years ago
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may I request a scara college au, with him as our secret admirer, being sweet in the letters he sends us but irl being really rude and mean. He one day catches someone messing with us and then stands up for us and confesses everything in panic after that<3
summary ; scaramouche drops his "i don't care about you" facade to protect you from this annoying boy who just won't stop trying to get your number, he reveals his identity afterwards too ;)
warnings ; red for kazuha, orange for hu tao, green for alb*rt, scara threatens your admirer but none of the actual violence, just him saying he'll break a few bones if albert comes near again, cursing
pairings ; scaramouche x gn!reader
notes ; ahhh i love this idea sm, thank you anon! also i made the letters pictures so that it's easier to read <3
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you showed off your dozens of letters to your friends, though they were disinterested since this wasn't exactly your first time ranting about your oh so dear secret admirer, in fact it probably was your nth time talking about him in that week alone, your friend kazuha takes a closer look at the letters before letting a small smile take place on his lips.
"The handwriting looks familliar."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yeah, looks like Scara's handwriting to me."
Ah yes, Scaramouche. The person who you were sure only existed to make your college life a living hell, he pestered you daily, borrowing simple stuff like pens and when you ask for it back he shrugs you off with a "i forgot it at home" or a "i lost it."
"That gremlin? Pfft no way, he hates me with his whole being."
"That's not a lot of hate now, is it?"
And with that your group errupts in laughter, you couldn't help but join in, but kazuha's comment made you think, what if it really was scaramouche writing to you? nahh it can't be, your secret admirer is so sweet, they even bought you your favorite snacks and drinks the other day, comparing them to that evil goblin is truly offensive.
And when you parted with your friends to go to your respective classes you kept thinking about kazuha's comment, I mean scaramouche is attractive yes, but you just can't imagine him doing all the things your secret admirer has done.
On your way to your class you bumped into albert, this creep who just can't seem to read the room, you've rejected him plenty times and you've ignored him for plenty more but he just can't seem to get the hint.
"Name! Oh yeah by the way, are you free tonight? Wanna have dinner with me?"
"Oh albert, I'm sorry but I have to go uhh study for a quiz.."
"Aww c'mon, it'll be quick i promise! Or an even better idea is why don't you give me your number? So we can make plans for when you're finally free."
At this point your back hit the wall behind you since albert just keeps getting closer, you're clearly uncomfortable and you pray to archons above that someone passes by and helps you.
"I really gotta go, I'll be late-"
"Class doesn't start for another 5 minutes, name. What do you say we-"
"Finish that sentence and i'll crush your skull."
Out of nowhere a familiar tuff of indigo hair appeared, his hands were wrapped around albert's collar as he pulls him away from you.
"Hey man?! What the fuck is wrong with you??"
"Name said they're gonna be late. If I hear that you ever come near them again, I won't hesitate to break both your legs so you won't be able to go anywhere."
And with that albert ran off, scaramouche looked at you, his eyes no longer holding the dark aura that they possesed not even a minute ago.
"You okay?"
"Yeah.. Why'd you do that?"
"..do what?"
"Save me? You kinda don't give off that knight in shining armor energy you know?"
"Cause what kinda sick fucker let's the person they like be harassed like that? I spent so much time asking around to know what your favorite foods are so I can get them for you and you think I won't punch a bitch for you?"
And when it finally sets in that he basically just confessed to you his first instinct was to run away, and so he did. He turned his back to you as he started walking away, you grabbed his wrist as a way to stop him before he looks at you, he looked adorable, his cheeks stained red while he averted his eyes, trying to avoid your gaze.
"Are you really?"
"Yeah, look just reject me and let's get this over with."
"Reject? No! You owe me ice cream since you finally introduced yourself."
"What."
"I'd like to go out with you, Scaramouche."
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thesharktanksdriver · 2 years ago
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Sharky incorrect quotes
Y/n, Ghost and soap
Sharky: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Ghost?
Ghost: … No.
Soap: I do!
Sharky: I know, Soap.
Soap: I’m sad!
Sharky: I know, Soap.
Sharky, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him
Ghost: You did WHAT–
Soap: William Snakepeare
Ghost: I know you snuck out last night, Sharky.
Soap: Play dumb!
Sharky: Who's Sharky?
Soap: NOT THAT DUMB!!!
Sharky: What do you think Soap will do for a distraction?
Ghost: he’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Ghost: ... or he could do that.
Sharky: Don't worry, I got a plan.
Ghost: Alright.
Sharky: TraitorSayWhat?
Soap: Excuse me?
Sharky: What?
Ghost:
Sharky:
Sharky: No wait-
Sharky: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?
Soap: The car takes a screenshot.
Ghost: For the last time, get the fuck out.
Y/n, Price and Gaz
Price, negotiating with kidnapper: We have Sharky. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed
Sharky: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars?
Price :
Sharky: MAKE IT ONE MILLION–
Price: SHARKY STOP
Sharky, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing.
Price: Okay
Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink?
Sharky: Orange soda, please!
Price: I'll have the strawberry soda.
Gaz: Me too, strawberry soda.
Sharky:
Price: While I’m gone, Sharky, you’re in charge.
Sharky: Yes!!!
Price, whispering: Gaz, you’re secretly in charge.
Gaz: Obviously.
Gaz: Why are you on the floor?
Sharky: I'm depressed.
Sharky: Also I was stabbed, can you get Price, please.
Sharky: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited
Price: If?
Gaz: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.
Entire team
Soap: Favorite horror movie?
Price: It
Gaz: Saw
Ghost: Annabelle
Sharky: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics
Sharky: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Price: ... Your what?
Sharky: My friends.
Gaz: Are they saying “friends”?
Ghost: I think they're being sarcastic.
Soap: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Sharky! All of your friends are in this room.
Sharky: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.
Sharky: What did you guys get in your yearbook?
Price: 'Prettiest Smile'
Gaz: 'Nicest Personality'
Soap: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'
Ghost: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'
Sharky: What does 'take out' mean?
Price: Food.
Gaz: Dating
Ghost: Murder
Soap: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.
Soap: Good morning.
Price: Good morning.
Gaz: Good morning.
Ghost: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Sharky: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
Price: Anyone d-
Sharky: Depressed?
Gaz: Drained?
Ghost: Dumb?
Soap: Disliked?
Price: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...
Sharky: I’m an idiot.
Price:
Gaz:
Ghost:
Soap:
Sharky:
Price: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.
*Everyone is giving advice to Sharky *
Gaz: It's okay to ask for help.
Soap: You're not a burden.
Ghost: Murder is okay.
Price: Your feelings matter.
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ywpd-translations · 9 months ago
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Ride 762: The Inter High's starting line
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Pag 1
2: I'll run
4: Miyazakii!!
Good luck, Kyushu teams!!
Let's do it, Kyushu!!
Hirayama-kun, you can do it!
5: Senpai, I'll replace your empty bottle
Thanks
6: Now
7: It's starting!
Soon?
Yes!!
8: Uh... ah....
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Pag 2
1: In this Inter High!!
With my own legs!!
2: How many times have I pictured this?
Ah.....
3: How many times have I imagined this?
Uh.....
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Pag 3
1: Myself standing inside the course!!
2: I can't breath properly and my heart is pounding
3: Earlier, I wanted to drink but my hands were shaking and I couldn't open the bottle
4: I was about to give up
5: If.....
Pfuii.....
6: If it's a dream
If this is a dream
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Pag 4
1: Please don't wake up
I've worked too hard for this!!
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Pag 5
1: Five minutes until the start of the boys' Inter High's first day!!
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Pag 6
1: In the front, last year's champion, Sohoku High School, is lined up!!
Sohokuu...!!
Sohoku!!
Red-head!!
Ah, there's the orange-haired guy again!!
2: Ah.....
3: Ah..... in the front......
4: Don't look around so restlessly
Ye-yessir, teh
5: O-no-da-kuun
He's so cuteee!! Look this way!!
6: Ah- those are Back-gate.... Onoda-san's!?
They're his die-hard fans
Waa, as expected!! As expected!!
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Pag 7
1: But he's so nervous that he turned to completely “ignoring” them
Ohhh...!!
2: Huh!? I don't know why, but seeing Onoda-san so nervous, is naturally.... making me relax, teh
Ah!! That was his goal!?
3: No, that's just his pre-race ritual
Don't worry about it
Teh!?
4: Also lined up in the front are the members of the local team of Fukuoka, the Fukuoka Josei High School
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Pag 8
1: Behind them, are Kyushu's veterans, Kumamoto Daichi from Kumamoto
Kumamotoo!!
The super express of Higo country!!
2: Fukuokaa, Kumamotoo, take the stage!!
I'm looking forward to it.!!
3: We're looking forward to your race
Do you want to say a word?
Yes, uhm.... Higo
4: will work hard!!
We'll work hard!!
Pfuii
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Pag 9
1: Wh... what are the conditions!?
2: Earlier you said “there are difficult conditions to meet in order to run”...!?
Yeah
3: It's simple.... but hard
4: Sugimoto, the fact that you're running in the Inter High
5: means that Sohoku now has seven members
6: Despite the rule that says that each team can only have up to six people, there is one that has seven
7: It's the same situation that would happen if, for example, you took a reserve from another team
During the race, they could do things like blocking the wind, or attack; the higher your number, the more at an advantage you are
They could even help preserve the ace
8: So, in order to maintain equality
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Pag 10
1: during the race you cannot get close to “Sohoku”!!
2: It's better... if you avoid conversations with them too
You have to run like you're a member of the “selected team”
These are the conditions
3: It means that you have to break away from “Sohoku”!!
5: This is all I can help you with
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3: Don't worry about Sohoku
They have Miki, and Sadatoki and Kinaka are reliable too
5: Are you Sohoku's Sugimoto-kun!?
Ah, ye-yes
Quick, wear this, and the number bib....
6: Thank you, Touji-san!!
7: Can you follow it? That rule
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Pag 12
1: Yes!!
2: I'm a man who follow the rules, after all!!
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2: From now on I'm not a Sohoku member... but I'll run as a member of the selected team!!
3: There wasn't much time but I remember
4: Iwatani-kun from Nishihori Hisch School in the Saga prefecture
Ah- yes
5: You.... you remember my name!?
As expected, Sohoku is amazing!!
I'm counting on you
Yessir!!
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Pag 14
1: First year, Uchikawa-kun, from Matsushima Business school in the Miyagi Prefecture
Ah-woah
2: I've always done track and field, so I don't know much about road racing, but thank you!!
Yeah, do your best
3: Second year Kobayashi-kun from the same Matsushima business school
Yes!
4: Babagome-kun from Toyotsukita High School in the Aichi prefecture
I'm a second year!!
And the first year Shingi-kun from Izumobata High school in the Shimane prefecture
5: Hyoo, thank you so much!!
6: As expected from Sohoku, huh
That's why they're the two-times in a row champions!!
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1: I'm a third year from Chiba, Sugimoto
2: I'll cheer for you from behind the scenes
3: Run without regrets
4: Yes!!
5: Sugimoto-san!!
We're counting on you, Sugimoto-san
Touji-san.....
6: And everyone.....
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Pag 16
1: Thank you
2: Without realizing it, my shaking has calmed down
3: I'm prepared!!
4: Hydrate yourself frequently, and eat supplementary foods at fixed time
Once every forty minutes, remember it
Yessir
Yessir!
Ohh, such a precise advice
5: I'm glad, it's so reassuring! Who would have thought that there would be a member of Sohoku
When I heard that our coordinator, the third year Yamashita-san, was absent due to illness, I wondered “what do we do now”
I'm so glad!
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Pag 17
1: Let's run!!
2: No matter how hard the road may be!! Without giving up!!
3: We'll fight, with all our strengths
But I'll tell you one thing first
4: Even if we give our everything, the probability that we'll lose is high!!
Huh
Huh
Prepare yourself
5: Because I know
6: The opponents we have to fight that are lined up before us....
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Pag 18
1: I know how strong they are!!
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Pag 19
2: And how much they long to win
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Pag 20
1: And how hard they have worked!!
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Pag 21
2: The first day of the Inter High tournament in the Fukuoka Prefcture, starts now!!
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tactician · 10 days ago
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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.  REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons, etc.
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name: cato mercar! he was just cato until he was around 22 years old, though. a former gladiator 'owned' by a tevinter noble, cato eventually won his freedom in minrathous' grand proving arena. his combat prowess caught the attention of the military-focused mercar family, and he was inducted into their house as a means of granting him some more social mobility. nicknames: rook is the only big one tbh! thank u varric. but cato never abandons his actual name. age: 33 as of 9:52 race: (city) elf gender: male (he/him) orientation: bisexual zodiac: whatever the leo equivalent is in thedas LMAO moral alignment: as chaotic good as they come class/subclass: a warrior with a slayer specialization! his mentor on the gladiatorial grounds was from rivain and began training him when he was really young. he has a very high constitution and can definitely tank hits for his teammates (& has the scars to prove it), but cato focuses on damage output more than survivability. he has a brutal battle style and tends to attract a lot of attention when he fights. years of taking part in provings engrained a certain flashiness in him; he can't quite shake it off. it’s great for rage generation though… lmfao interests/hobbies: cato enjoys working out and training, so he spends most of his free time on the training grounds or trying to get people to spar with him. he also really enjoys hiking - though his sense of direction is admittedly not the best, so he gets lost very, very often while on hikes dflgkdfh. unless it’s about battle tactics, he doesn't enjoy introspection all that much - so hobbies requiring study are lost on him. he does, however, have an absolute love of nugs. he seriously adores them. he thinks they're the cutest little beasts ever. he has a pet nug named ganni and he spoils her rotten. completely unrelated to nugs (I SWEAR), he’s also interested in learning how to cook but is really, really bad at it. spoken languages: common, some elvish (his accent is atrocious), and a surprising amount of tevene. profession: cato was initially a gladiator based in minrathous. shortly after attaining his freedom in 9:41, he became a combat trainer for the mercar military force and relocated to their lands in ventus (though he never became a full-fledged soldier due to laws against former slaves joining the military). when ventus fell to qunari forces in 9:44, cato returned to minrathous and poured everything he had into bettering tevinter, particularly through hunting down slavers. he joined the shadow dragons after they saved him from a thorny situation and has definitely found his place in the world with them – though he gets into trouble quite frequently for being too hot-headed and disobeying orders in favour of his own plans. and, ofc, by some strange, strange twist of fate, he’s also the leader of the veilguard. height: ~5'2" colors: sandy browns and golds; bold, bright shades of red and blue. fruits: the humble fig… (insert figgy pudding joke here) but he also really loves poison stings – the tevinter snack of orange peels covered in chocolate. generally speaking, i associate cato with Meat a lot more than fruits (or veggies, for that matter) drinks: plain black coffee…! the stronger the better, and not fancy at all. maybe even a little burnt. alcoholic beverages: a cinnamon-infused whiskey that warms you to your core.   smokes: he smokes recreationally with the other shadow dragons! those hookahs around their base are definitely not for show. he also has one in his room at the lighthouse. drugs: he isn’t opposed. (a certain tea comes to mind… ldfkdfg) drivers license: DO NOT LET THIS MAN OPERATE A CARRIAGE!!!! ever been arrested: yes. multiple times. never for a really long period, though. so many strings get pulled for him… so many bail-outs… 😔 he has a reputation. but he's proud of it. DFL;GKDFKH and, honestly, given how much he gets up to – both for the shadow dragons and while on his own conquests - he hasn’t been arrested all that often!
tagged by: the lovely @sangre ♡ THANK YOU SO MUCH BREE!!! tagging: limiting myself to 10 of my mutuals with dragon age ocs hehe!! no pressure though ofc! and if anyone else wants to yoink this lil meme + tag me, feel totally free - i’d LOOOVE to learn about your character(s) ♡
@mintflavoredwindows @killdragons @brewswain @famewolf @adaryc (cue line break bc tumblr breaks ALL my links if i keep yall in a group fsr)
@shapeknight @pavus @keeperesque @lilactiefling @hobblehurbie
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13as07 · 8 months ago
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Coffee #1.5
(Neji Hyuga)
[Artwork is not mine! Credit to iDNAR]
Requested by: @pokepony64 [Kind of]
[Idea inspired by the comment convo I had on my 'Coffee' oneshot on tumblr]
Word Count: 864
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
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     "Um... sir... I don't think that is what you want to order," the barista says, his nose scrunched up as he looks me up and down.
     "No, it is," I insist, glancing to the side as I replay the conversation I had with Lee. Two shots of expresso, four shots of orange juice, and two shots of creamer. Maybe Lee said four shots of expresso and two shots of orange juice... or was it three? I'm pretty sure he said two.
     "Sir, I really don't think you want to mix expresso and orange juice."
     "No, I'm sure that's what my friend said. He said it should taste tangy," I insist, letting out a sigh because of the worker trying to fight me on my order. What does he care what I order? It's my drink order, not his.
     "I mean," the worker mumbles, tinting his head and widening his eyes a bit. "It will be tangy."
     "Then that is the order I want."
     "What if you ordered something else? If you're trying to go for an orange flavor you can get an orange lemonade," the worker tries to persuade me, upsetting me even more.
     I just want my drinks made before I'm late. "Please just make my drinks," I mumble, rubbing my temples. I swear, this barista is giving me more of a headache than Lee does.
     "If that's what you want, but just a reminder we don't do refunds."
     "Ya, ya, ya," I mutter, tugging out my wallet to count out my total.
     After paying, I slide to the side of the counter to wait for my drinks. As I wait, the four or so baristas scurry around each other, whispers passed back and forth and eyes flickering my way. Is Lee's drink suggestion that strange?
     "Neji!" Lee's voice rings out, muffled by the big glass window he has himself pressed against. I swear, it's like my thoughts are just a setup for people to show up. "Neji!" He yells again, the bell of the door ringing as an undertone for his voice.
     "Lee," I mumble, turning to the side as he races towards me.
     "Neji!" He cheers again, jumping at me. His arms wrap around my shoulders as he shakes me around, Lee's energy at an all-time high. "Did you order already? Did you order the drink I recommended? After this are you going to see the girl? Are you? Are you?"
     The whole time Lee rambles on, I'm being shaken by him, the most annoying of ways he gets his energy out. The whole time, more eyes fall on us, and 'cutesy' giggles fall from girls both on staff and in line. "I swear," whispers one of the baristas, she and another settled at the end of the counter as they pop lids onto the drinks in their hands. "Those two are so lucky they're cute."
     "I know, right?" The other barista whispers, eyes glancing towards Lee and me. "At least their looks make up for their stupidity." Both girls giggle at their not-so-inside joke. Lee's recommendation isn't that stupid... is it?
     "Neji?" The first girl calls, eyes scanning my name scribbled on one of the to-go cups.
     "That's me," I call back, attempting to shake Lee off of me as I head towards the girl.
     Her eyes jump up to mine, going wide as her cheeks go pink. "Oh... hi. Neji is such a cute name. I... ah..."
     "I'm not interested, yad yad, I have a girlfriend, yad yad, I appreciate your interest," I grumble, taking my drinks from her before turning - more so dragging Lee as I inch away - to head towards the door.
     Lee rambles on about how "unfair it is of me to get all the girls" and "wanting to try the coffee he recommended".
     "If you release me, we can try it together, okay? Unhand me."
     "Yes!" Lee cheers, letting me go before he bounces around. He doesn't need any more caffeine but if it keeps his touch off of me, then so be it. Besides, we'll be reporting for duty soon so his extra caffeine-induced hyperness won't be my problem. "Give me, give me, give me!"
     "Hey! It's my coffee, I get to try it first." Once the sentence is out, I lift the cup to my mouth and take a sip of it. I hate coffee, it tastes terrible, and this cup tastes worse than usual.
     "Okay! My turn!" He whines, snatching the cup I drank out of before pressing it to his lips. Lee gulps the liquid, his face slowly falling out of his usual smile.
     When he pulls the cup away from his mouth, the brown liquid comes squirting out, spewing all over the road. "Ew, ew, ew!" Lee yells, running back and forth in front of me with his tongue hanging out. "Take your cup back! Take it back!" He whines, his words jumbled up by his tongue still hanging out.
     I do as Lee asks, taking the to-go cup back from him. "I don't know how people drink coffee," I mutter, eyes ping-ponging as he keeps running around. Hopefully, Aburame-San likes coffee more than Lee and I do.
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julie-su · 1 year ago
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Lori-Ki's in @sonic-oc-showdown ! Last time, we all did a short Q&A - @bunnymajo asked if we're doing it again this year, and I said - OMG, YES!
VOTE HERE
Lori-Ki is a once-great, now minimum-wage odd-jobs worker on the ground floor of the Dark Egg Legion, doing dirty jobs as-and-when commanded. This is the bane of her existence, having been a once-legendary sniper. When Enerjak Knuckles tormented the Dark Legion, she was part of the surviving echidnas to lose her cybernetics, having run-of-the-mill cybernetics installed when Dimitri joined the Dark Legion with Eggman's forces.
In her past life, she had a cybernetic eye, and hearing which was unparalleled. She was a powerhouse; now reduced to a regular echidna with titanium legs, and a ridiculous multitool installed into her hands.
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Questionairre below the cut;
✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? Lori-Ki initially had a much more colourful colourscheme, of blues, oranges, and greens! She was named for the bird; the Lorikeet! Of course, the hyphonated name comes with the territory of being an Archie echidna.
🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range) Lori-Ki is 26 years old.
🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)? She likes to think that she has a long-con love/hate thing going on with Eggman, that he is madly in love with her. She has this elaborate plot of how exactly she is going to turn him down, she's got a wedding planner diary for it. He has no idea who she is, and could not tell her apart from the next Legionnaire.
🍕 - What is their favorite food? Lori-Ki enjoys a good coconut. Not USUALLY wrestled from a chao which found itself floating through the Twilight Zone, but ..
💼 - What do they do for a living? Lori-Ki does odd jobs for the Dark Egg Legion; the combined forces of the Dark Legion's might, with Eggman's technological know-how. She finds this an insult, given that before her cybernetics were stripped, she had been a highly competent and high-ranking sniper for the Legion. She had once sported an impressive cybernetic eye, and unparalleled enhanced hearing; after Enerjak wiped her circuits for flesh and blood, she found herself subject to the mass-producing legionisation under Eggman's command, which gave her standard cybernetics; robotic legs, and an embarrassingly goofy mutli-tool between her left thumb and pinkie.
🎹 - Do they have any hobbies? She likes to make electronic music with Trearddur. She sits and gives her thoughts and opinions whilst he mixes it, occasionally offering vocals and new sounds for the recordings. Sometimes, she'll play a little music to add to the mix.
🎯 -What do they do best? Vindication! She used to be an incredible shot; since Enerjak removed her cybernetics, she had been trying to get them restored; Eggman wanted nothing to do with such a thing, barely even noticing her presence. This spurred into a vindicative obession...
🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? She loves being paired up with Trearddur, and getting work done. They're thick as thieves, and used to be an incredibly efficient powerhouse duo in making the Legion run smoothly. This was a major source of pride. Anything she can do that makes things easier for everybody makes her happy.
❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Meeting Trearddur! They had met in their early 20's both grabbing a drink, and had become thick as thieves in an instant. Discovering that they were both on security, they fast became nigh inseperable, even their cybernetics slotting hand-in-hand.
✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? Being held at the mercy of Enerjak Knuckles was an incredibly traumatic event for Lori-Ki. The sheer power on show was terrifying; to be stripped of her cybernetics which were very much a part of her person was like losing a part of herself. Losing the abilities she previously had was incredibly debilitating for her; to have them replaced with unsuitable robotic parts was life-changing in the worst way.
🧊 - Is their current design the first one? Sort of! Yesn't. I tend to go through a design process over a few days, when working on OC's. I will create a few variations, and refine it from there.
🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? We were messing around in Sonic Projector RP, a Sonic fangame - we decided to go with the Dark Egg Legion, to mix things up a little. After messing around in Press Gardens crushing crates for rings, we fell in love with the idea of echidnas who were once great, now doing odd dirty jobs for Eggman.
🌂 - What genre do they belong in? Science Fantasy, and something about an allegorical hatred for the British Government's poor dealings with disabled people. (oh, you didn't get that subtext? ... Look, look with your special eyes?)
💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality? Lori-Ki is 'maybe a girl, iunno' who is openly bisexual.
🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? None! Lori-Ki is an only child.
🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? She doesn't much know her parents; it's not unheard of in the Dark Legion - the Twilight Zone was unforgiving and harsh, and many children grew up in foster care.
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? She is fantastic to roleplay as! Her combative wit and short temper which fades away to a 'NO JK JK JK LOLOLOL I heart your fucking makeup oh my god I love your hair' -- She's all of the passive agressiveness I dropped when I stopped being a scene teen. Gawd. HORRIBLE person to be around, but I LOVE her.
✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC? About once a month, at least. Mostly, we RP and LARP as her; that happens much more often. We'll brainstorm her quite often!
💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? Her death would be reeeeally drab, symbolically; I'd prefer not to.
💀 - Does your OC have any phobias? She is terrified of overestimating her abilities; her brain has not quite caught up with the fact that she isn't as able as she was with her old cybernetics. She oft finds herself in sticky situations due to overestimating her sight and hearing, still learning her new limitations.
🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? She thinks that it's Eggman. He's never even heard of her.
🎓 - How long have you had the OC? Wooh, only a year by now!
🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC? 23!
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desolateddreamur · 2 years ago
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Dear Diary
Stan x reader
Story: Stan goes through your diary
Female reader!
Requested? No!
TW: Death, illness and the fact it made me cry a little at the end
Fun fact: on the speech to text entries, I actually used speech to text over my phone and then just added the name thing at the end.
10/25
Dear Diary,                                                  
Mom wants me to start a diary since Im in a new town. So I'll introduce myself.
My name is Y/n Heeler and I moved to South Park at the age of 9 from my home in Alaska after my dad. Mom also came to the realization that she liked girls so we moved to a more accepting place.
I met a really nice boy named Clyde when I got lost and met his friends. They showed me around and told me about how weird the town actually is.
I think I saw a boy in an orange jacket die. There was a guy in a green hat and two in red coats (one was fat as hell) standing near him.
The one in the beanie with the puff ball is cute...
Mom said I shouldn't be friends with his group because of how strange it is. But I like them. They're quite charming!
- Y/n
11/01
Dear Diary,                                                
I met my classmates. It's the boys I saw and the ones I met! Along with a lot of others. The guy in the puff ball beanie is named Stan. But he's with a girl named Wendy so I guess being friends is the better shot?
She's really nice, but immediately seemed to not like me when I said Stan was cute. That's how I found out they were dating. I told her I wouldn't do anything to get between them.
She seemed to like hearing that and calmed down.
Fatboy asked if I spoke English because I was Alaskan during lunch. Probably because I didn't talk during class at all.
Mom said she'd talk to his guardian.
Next thing I know she has a date planned with his mom. It really pisses me off!!
- Y/n
Stan snorts. He looked back to how much arguing occurred before Liane and Miranda got married. It was even worse when Cartman and Y/n had to start living in the same house. Then came the chaos of being step-siblings... That was a fucking nightmare.
He skipped a few pages til he came up on a date he remembered clearly.
3/16
Dear Diary,                                                    
Wendy broke up with Stan.
I saw him stumbling around the street drunk so I went to help.
He said Wendy never helped him when he drank his sadness away. I asked if there's anything I can do and he asked if he could spend the night at my place and I tell him a bedtime story.
Good thing Mom was on a several day long date with Liane. I said yes and took him home.
I wish he had someone who took time to care for him. I wish it was me...
I told him the story my mom always would when I couldn't sleep. It's the story of two princesses that fall in love.
The prince never came to rescue one so his princess sister came to her rescue instead.
She saves the locked away princess and they fall in love because unlike him, she took action.
He seemed to like the story and fell asleep.
I think I'll tell him that he can stay for the next few days if he'd prefer to be monitored and have space. Just so he doesn't get into fights with his friends or drinks again.
- Y/n
He gave a soft smile, remembering that night. It was embarrassing, sure, but he had a great time when he spent the next few days there.
"And so, princess Penelope and princess Autumn lived happily ever after. The end."
The girl smiled down to the half-asleep Stan. He mumbled a "Love you so much..." That she didn't catch before falling asleep completely.
He flipped a few years further, passing the fifth grade pages, moving into the seventh grade.
3/20
Dear Diary,                                                    
I feel funny whenever I'm with Stan.. Mom says I'm in love. I think she's right. He's been on and off with Wendy so I might have a chance... I hope I do.
I think I'll try to hit on Stan tomorrow. Make it real subtle so if Stan does like me he'll catch on and Wendy won't.
School has been rough as ever, what with how I'm in several clubs. Chess, soccer, art, and year book. It's really overwhelming but I have to make dad proud. I miss him.
His deathiversary is coming up next week. I'll probably get him his favorite flowers. If South Park even has lilies of the valley.
I'll check over the weekend. Maybe take Clyde with me so we can hang out afterwards.
Wish me luck with Stan, diary!
- Y/n
He fondly sighs. She really struck him with her devotion that day.
"Nobody gets me like you do, Stanley... You wanna just call in sick tomorrow to hang out? Cartman is out of town and our mothers are on vacation.."
She leaned her head on Stan's shoulder and closed her eyes. It was a move she did often but after what she said the gesture held so much more meaning.
4/05
Dear Diary,                                                   
I don't feel good. I feel sick.
I can't walk, I can't get up, I can't stand, I can hardly breathe and I'm having a hard time talking and writing. I'm scared. I'm really, really scared.
I don't know what I have. We're getting me checked to tomorrow. Cartman is actually worried for me.
It's surprising how much compassion he really has. I have to stop writing now.
He eyed the pages and how the next one wasn't hand written. It was a printed sheet of paper with text taped to the page.
April 17th Dear diary I can't believe what I was diagnosed with apparently I have Duchenne muscular dystrophy I'm scared it'll kill me and I don't want to die I'm only 12 I want to tell Stan I love him but I don't have the energy to call him I hardly have the energy to even speak that's what I'm doing this I'm using voice to text to put in my next entry I wish I had a better chance at life I'll never get to graduate high school or go to college or get married or have a family I hope they just treat me like a dog and put me down out of my misery signed Y/n
He released a shaky breath. She didn't show up to school that day. She didn't show up to school ever again after that either. He skipped quickly to the final entry which was only a few pages off- about two years later.
July 22nd dear diary I think this is my last few days the doctor only said I have 2 weeks left to live I want to tell Stan I love him but I still can't form anymore words I'm scared hardly even speak to write this entry for Stan I leave my diary to tell him how I feel Shelly I leave my phone Kyle I leave all of my books and all of my art supplies for Ike for Kenny I leave my bank account and my piggy bank and all of the money I have hiding in my room to Cartman I leave my room itself and all the stuffed animals in it to Liane I leave all of my college credit that I have that I have gained throughout the years and that you can use it to get a truly stable job of yourself just make sure to change it to be under your name instead of mine and to my mother I leave with an I love you and that I will be with Dad I know that he is proud of us and he is proud of you and Liane I'm going to miss you all but I know I have to be brave signed Y/n
Stan, on his bed, broke into loud sobs and weeps. Tears streamed down his face as he closed the sparkly f/c diary and clutched it to his chest. He cried and cried, the sound of his sorrow the only sound in the house.
Shelly, now no longer bearing headgear for her beautiful smile, slowly opened the door and made her way over, promptly sitting beside him. He flinched at her proximity, expecting to be hit for being too loud. But he wasn't. She simply gave him a tight hug.
The ravenette tensed in confusion before relaxing and leaning into the hold of his older sister, ignorant of the wet droplets from her face that fell onto his head as she held him tightly. She lost just as much of a friend as he did.
And though she made no noise, she cried as hard as her brother. Long into the night, far into the morning.
Up in the clouds, a h/c man with enormous wings and h/c teen with cupid-sized wings were cuddled together, watching over Stan and Miranda as they spoke fondly to one another.
Even if you lose someone you love, you must always know that they loved you just as much as you did and that they will always, always be protecting you, whether or not they are there in spirit or in new form.
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iloveyanderes · 2 years ago
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Made off of a daydream I had a couple days ago, pls don't get offended or anything I've only watched five episodes of bungou stray dogs so I don't know much:
Begrudgingly you find yourself in the armed detective agency, witnessing a murder was definitely traumatizing and constantly having to talk to detectives was not helping.
Luckily there was only one detective in the entire place, meaning you'd only have to talk to one detective.
This is the last place you have to get interrogated at so once this is done you'll be free.
The detective greets you at the door, his white hair and purple-yellow orange initially shocking you.
He immediately greats you.
"hi! You must be rosie? It's super nice to meet you, I'm Atsushi" he says to you.
"yes I am, nice to meet you too" he reaches his hand out to shake your hand but you quickly pull back, giving an awkward smile when his face turns confused.
"sorry, but I don't touch people"
"oh that's okay, why don't you take a seat and then we can start" nodding you go to the seat he had pointed out.
"do you want any drinks? Tea? Coffee?" Atsushi asked you, "oh I'd love some tea please" you responded.
He quickly heated some up and brought it to you, then you make your way to your seat.
It was comfortable but not too comfortable, Atsushi sat down on the chair opposite of you.
Grabbing a notepad your meeting is ready to start.
"your name is rosie Sam right?"
"yes"
"would you say the death was a murder or an accident?"
"accident"
"How would you say she died?"
"being slammed by a car"
"what time?"
"I'd say around 10:45"
"where were you"
"almost the other side of the crossroad"
"can you put this all together into one big sentence"
"she was run over by a car when crossing the road, it happened at 10:45 p.m. I was among the people crossing the road, though I was way closer to the end of the crosswalk, I don't remember how the car got at her but my best guess was the cars breaks shut down" looking at Atsushi you ask him a question.
"did you know the victim?" You asked, Atsushi looked up at you before looking down again.
"I did, she was a really great friend of mine, it just hurts me so much to see her die, she was so just precious to me" Atsushi was almost on the verge of tears, normally people would be sympathetic but the only emotion you feel is disgust, how dare he.
"I'm sorry" you say, pretending to be sad.
"don't worry it's not your fault, I do believe you when you say it's a accident but if I ever find out it was something else, like a murder I will do everything in my power to bring the killer to justice" hm, just like him immediately assuming people hurt other people.
"are there anymore questions?" You ask him.
"are they're any details that you think you might of missed?"
Thinking for a moment you talk more.
"it's such a tragedy someone so young had to die, I even heard the body disappeared five hours after the fact" I look at Atsushi expecting to see more of his sad face only to see that his face was shocked.
"you- that- that information wasn't given to the public? How do you know that!?"
The shock that hit you was so powerful that you accidentally dropped your disguise, he looked at you in disbelief and relief.
"yn!?" Immediately you bolt for the door making it three steps before your tackled to the ground by Atsushi.
"get off you bastard!!!" You tell as your hands are pinned behind your back.
"wait, yn sweetie, shhh shhcalm down it's okay" he attempts to comfort you.
"let me go!"
"shhhhh, shhhh relax, you can't go the outside world, it's too dangerous"
"I don't care!!" With every energy you have you attempt to get him off of you but it's no luck with his powerful tiger hands.
"baby, why'd you go, it's too much for you, why can't you just stay here with me and the others"
"why the hell would I stay with you Infantilizing bastards!!!" the memories of all the time they never let you out of the agency, the times they babied you, and most importantly all the times they humiliated you. Those time where horrifying and you never want to go back to them, but alas it was too late you were caught by the tiger.
"see your over reacting, I'm gonna have to sedate you now" he reaches for his belt and uses it to tie your hands, as he walks to go grab something you try to crawl away only to yet again get stopped by him.
He moves your neck to the left and injects something into it, almost instantly you feel the drowsy effects you've felt so many times.
As you falling into the black Atsushi bridle carries you.
"there there sweetie, just fall asleep I'll take good care of you" his words where so humiliating he didn't treat you like an adult he treated you like a baby.
The last thing you remember think was that you should have taken dazais invitation of commiting double suicide a long time ago.
The end.
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lunanovakat · 1 year ago
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Sneak Peek
A little sneak peak of Chapter 5 of 'One Hale of Time'
yes, i know chapter 4 isn't out yet, shhhh
This is unfinished and not fully edited so this won't be in the chapter as is - it'll either be longer or the dialogue will have been changed.
Talia throws the baguette away - not even the enhanced healing rate of Werewolf genes can rid her of the headache forming behind her eyes - offering the wide-eyed child her brother brought a carefully motherly smile, as innocent as a bunny someone locked in a room with starving wolves. She gives Peter a pointed look, her baby brother's blue eyes as widely innocent as the child he brought and he keeps that same innocence even as he pours himself a drink.
"What? As wild as a pack of animals?" Renato mutters sweetly, tone dreary and flat, but the too-sharp scent of bitter roasted amusement makes Talia want to wrinkle her nose in disgust.
Not even old enough to know what coffee or cigarettes were and her nephew smelt like one of Peter's quiet underground Occult blackmarket meetings.
All espresso and clove, musky with a low sense of bitter sweetness and roasted depth. Touched fiantly by something sharp, a billowing cloud of smoke that stings her nose but has no smell.
Her headache worsens.
Tsunayoshi smiles, it looks sweet and innocent but Talia's bones start to itch under her skin, sharply unnatural orange-amber eyes wide with innocence and delight - she can't smell either on the boy, her fingers twitch, "That's right! Animals are always able to sense when something's not right, right? They're very good at finding unnatural things. Wolves have the best sense of smell, though, when it comes to canines and creatures."
Her heart drops, nerves alight, her smile as stiff as the baguette she'd just thrown away and her throat tight enough she feels like strangulation would be kinder.
Tsunayoshi still keeps his smile, too innocent to be genuine but scent sickly sweet with playfulness and amusement all of the sudden, holding onto her nephew's hand with a ferociousness that she's only seen in wolves and her skin begins to crawl.
The officer the child had brought with him, a man Talia had never seen or never noticed - suspicious in it's own right - made a sound low enough her ears pricked, like an omen of misfortune huffing out a dying breath.
Her skin crawled even more.
"You had something you wanted to show me, right, Renato?" The small brunette says sweetly, after a moment of silence so tense Talia could see her daughter Laura seconds from shifting, tugging on the sleeve of her nephew's jacket with a carefulness she tries but fails to read into, "Let's leave the adults to their boring talks and go do something fun."
Renato smiles - a wicked thing that reminds Talia of her baby brother - wolfish in every sense of the word and coy, like he won a battle no one knew was being waged and wanted to show off, "I quite think you'll like my room, il mio tesoro, it's private."
Tsunayoshi - even mentally, Talia felt like she was fumbling the child's name - only smiles that same sweet thing, as bright and airy as a summer sky and as equally inviting, "Silly, silly, Renato - someone might think you have other meanings with your words. I want to see if you have good taste or if you just throw money around."
Renato clicked his tongue, more playful than she's ever seen her cold and heartless nephew, gaze so warm it was like sunlight had reappeared and set the room ablaze, "I can promise you like it - my taste might be expensive but it's still good."
The two start to walk, mindless and unbothered by the daze they leave in their wake, hand-in-hand and chatting aimlessly about bed sizes and thread counts.
She feels frozen - off kilter and on uneven ground - watching the two children wander off without a care, without a word to her or any other adult, and she snaps her gaze to the delighted Peter hanging back with a half-finished glass of chardonnay, "Peter Joseph Hale."
"Do not full name me, Talia, I am not one your children." Peter says blandly back, tone a careful mix of mild and respectful that simply made it seem more disrespectful than it had any right to be.
And with a told as mild as milk but several degrees cooler, her brother adds, "Isn't it a wonderful thing that he's gone and made a friend?"
Talia decides, after barely any consideration, she's going to strangle her baby brother with her own two hands.
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