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fandomxpreferences · 2 years

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I Have a Girlfriend

“I’m Never Drinking Again” Part Two

Paring: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

TW: swearing, alcohol and drunken shenanigans, I believe that's all

Summary: A night out with the dagger squad leads to quite an amusing Bradley Bradshaw.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: 1,000% this Is how I see rooster in this lmao. also I was going to queue this but I literally can't sit on a fic once its done so you guys are being spoiled with two in one night.

Rooster isn't usually much of a drinker. He nurses a couple of beers when you go out with the daggers, but he knows how to be the life of the party sober. He prefers to have fun while being completely in control and he hates the idea of you drinking without him watching over you.

However, tonight is a different story. Jake and Phoenix are awful influences and between the two of them, they've managed to get Bradley sloppy drunk. You shake your head as you watch the pilots dancing to some 80s song on the jukebox. You and Maverick have assigned yourselves as the designated drivers, knowing damn well the rest of the group would end up passed out in random places if you didn't.

Bradley is sporting a crooked smile and a light blush on his cheeks from the alcohol coursing through his blood. He's wearing his aviators inside and at some point managed to lose his tank top, now just wearing an open Hawaiian shirt.

You've only seen Bradley drunk once and you don't remember much of it seeing as you were matching him shot for shot. You and Mav chat away, glancing at the group every few minutes. Jake has untucked his shirt and Phoenix is singing into a pool cue.

It makes your heart happy to see your friends letting loose. As much fun as he is sober, drunk Bradley is unmatched. His energy is magnetic and it seems everyone in the room is laughing and dancing with him at one point or another. You smile to yourself, proud that you get to call him yours.

You're listening to Mav tell a story about Jake throwing up after having one too many fruity drinks he swears he doesn't like when you hear a loud chorus of cheers. You look over and almost spit your drink out.

Bradley is standing on the bar top waving his shirt around while people throw money at him. You notice his chest and abs glistening and try to recall when the hell he got wet. His hands reach for his belt buckle and you launch toward him, spilling your drink in the process. You fight your way over to the bar and jump up on a stool so you can reach him.

You manage to stop him just before he catches a public indecency charge and all but drag him back down to solid ground. You're met with protests and boos but shoot the crowd a look and they shut up. Bradley stumbles behind you as you pull him over to a booth and motion for Mav to get him some water.

Rooster practically falls into the seat giggling to himself like a schoolgirl. You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips and an amused smirk. It takes him a second to notice your presence and when he does he looks up. His eyes are glassy and unfocused and he scowls at you.

Maverick walks over with a pitcher of water and Bradley's shirt and you shoot him an appreciative smile. He stays with you to make sure that you don't need help. Bradley would never do anything out of line, but he's a big guy, and trying to support him on your own would be a near-impossible feat.

You pour a cup of water and place it down in front of him. "Drink." You order while pointing at the glass. Rooster wrinkles his nose in disgust and scoots further away from you. Mav shoots you a look of confusion and you return it with a frown.

You reach out to run your hand through Bradley's hair the way he loves and he recoils, letting out something akin to a squeal as he tries to avoid your touch. Now you're really confused. "What the hell are you doing?" Your voice is sassy but you have a light smile.

"I don't want you." His words are so slurred you barely catch what he says, but when it registers hurt shoots through your chest. You take a step back and fold your arms, retreating into yourself. "Why not?"

He looks at you as if you've grown a third head and pulls his phone out. He holds it up to show you his lock screen, it's a picture of the two of you at the beach. Your eyebrows shoot up and you wait for him to explain.

"I have a girlfriend." He says matter of factly while dramatically pointing at your face on his screen. You cover your mouth with your hand trying not to laugh at him. "I'm gonna call her, I miss her." He pouts and you watch as he fumbles through putting in his password and finding your contact.

He presses call and flops back on the bench with his eyes closed. You feel your phone start vibrating and debate whether or not you should actually answer it. Bradley's face has a childlike excitement on it at the idea of talking to you and you decide to play along.

You slide the button over and press the phone up to your ear as Maverick laughs next to you. "Hey, baby." You watch as a bright smile lights up Bradley's face when he hears your voice and your heart flutters.

"Hiii sweet girl. Where'd you run off to? I miss you." He sulks and you almost choke on a laugh.

"I'm still here pretty boy. I see you laying on a bench, I'll be right there." Rooster's eyes shoot open and your lips quirk up at the absurdity of the situation. He struggles to sit up for a second, grasping around to get his bearings before his eyes meet yours.

He reaches out and makes grabby hands at you before pulling you down to sit in his lap. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder and inhales your scent. You reach back to run your hand through his hair and he lets out a content sigh.

His eyebrows furrow when he sees the water sitting on the table and he turns haphazardly to look at you. "When did that get there?" He asks completely bewildered. You smile at him and run your fingers along his jawline. "I brought it for you. You need to drink some water or you're going to get sick." You explain gently.

He nods his head and chugs the water without any more questions. "Slow down, baby. It's not going anywhere." You laugh and he smiles sheepishly at you. His eyes start to droop and you share a look with Mav silently agreeing it's time to get him home.

You cup Bradley's cheek and bring his attention to you. "I'm going to get you home so you can sleep this off. Do you think you can stand so Mav can help me get you to the car?"

He nods his head lazily and you stand up off his lap. He clambers to his feet and stumbles, almost toppling over. Bradley has some height on the both of you but you manage to wrangle him out to the Bronco and get him buckled in.

You turn to Mav before climbing in the driver's side. "Are you sure you're okay to get everyone home?" He waves his hand dismissively and laughs. "Trust me, I've dealt with worse. Go, get him home safe."

You nod and give him a hug before driving your hot mess of a boyfriend home. Once you're there, getting him inside is a whole new challenge. He fell asleep in the car and seems even drunker if that's possible.

You manage to get him inside to your shared bedroom by the skin of your teeth and you plop him down on the bed. You sigh as you walk into the ensuite, stopping to drop your clothes in the hamper on the way. You brush your teeth and wash your face before facing the 6-foot pilot passed out in the other room.

When you walk back in, you groan at the sight of him on the floor. His shirt is still off from the bar and his pants are halfway down his legs. It seems he tried to change himself before giving up halfway through and slumping over on the carpet with his mouth hanging open.

You shake him awake and he swats at your hand mumbling for you to go away. "Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw. I've had about enough. Get your ass up in this bed so I can go to sleep." You scold and he drags himself up onto the bed. It's a messy tangle of flailing arms and legs and you can't help but laugh at the sight.

Once he kicks off his jeans and is settled under the covers, you grab a trash can and Gatorade along with painkillers for the morning. You crawl under the covers and even in his drunken stupor, Bradley still reaches out to find you.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Goodnight, pretty boy. I love you." You're met with soft snores and you roll over and shut your eyes. It's going to be one hell of a morning.

#rooster top gun #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #Bradley Bradshaw topgun #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun

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thecosmiccrow · 7 months

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Do you think that Uzi has a diary and whenever she writes about N she kicks her legs up the air while going teehee giggles until she explodes and dies? Just a thought

uhm akchually uzi has a diary that she writes shit in. sometimes she just blushes very profusely because of it.

N is the one that giggles and kicks his feet like a schoolgirl while writing in his.

(uzi convinced him to get one after he caught her writing in hers and she needed a way to prevent him from reading it LMAO)

also thanks for this wonderful image? where tf do yall keep finding these i love them

#murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #murder drones uzi #murder drones n

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cosmal · 2 years

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congrat on 1000😭😭😭😭!!! i have a request for eddie and you can make it your own but i’d would love something about reader and eddie being in a secret relationship and him pulling her into a closet at school during passing period. and they make out and laugh trying to stay quiet lol. you can make it super fluffy and yeah lmao💓 LOVE UR STUFF UGH

thank u so much!!!! ur the bestest thank u for the request <3333

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

summary — eddie pulls you into the janitor's closet instead of going to math class.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, making out, secret relationship

word count — 1.2k

The yelp Eddie lets out when you pinch his butt is almost embarrassing. He sounds like a schoolgirl and blushes madly like one. Slamming his locker shut, he turns to scold you.

“You little minx.” He gasps. He pushes his palm flat against your shoulder and pushes you lightly.

“Sorry, babe. You’re irresistible.” When there’s no one paying attention, the hallways only littered with the last people headed to class, it’s easy to be this way. Easy not to pretend. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He groans from the back of his throat, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don’t, Y/N.”

You blink slowly, “Don’t what?”

Laughing, he says, “Don’t start with me. I can’t right now.”

“What, you’ve got a math class to fall asleep in?” The grin on your lips is small and demure, but blinding all the same. Eddie swallows.

“No, but if you start teasing me. I won't be able to contain myself.” He leans on his locker and the bag that’s in his hands falls to the linoleum floor. You think he’s the most dramatic boy you’ve ever met. You love it.

Hand you your chest, faux scared, “God, whatever will I do?” You push your other hand to your forehead and dramatically tip back. Giggling, you then say, “I’m so worried.”

Eddie seemingly scans the hallway, and when he watches the last students turn the corner, he starts to laugh. You frown.

“Well, babe. You asked for it.”

“For what?”

He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arms around your waist from behind and lifts you up. “Eddie!” You swat his arm, swinging your legs.

Laughing too loudly, he turns to push open the janitor's closet with his back and drags you both inside. He sets you down and spins you to face him by your shoulders. Eddie thinks the pout on your face is adorable. He has to kiss it away. Now.

He presses his lips to yours and when they don’t move, stuck in a frown, he pulls away. You don’t look impressed. He kisses you again and you push him back by his chest.

“What are you doing?” You whisper harshly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He steps forward lightly and when he thinks you won’t push him again, he wraps his arms back around you, pinning your arms to your chest.

“Sorry, babe. You’re irresistible.” He pecks your nose and you wrinkle your face. He can see your frown slowly fading.

“Don’t use my words against me.” You lean into him, up on your tiptoes, and he holds your weight caringly. Squeezing you like you might slip away. Like all the other times you’ve had to pretend - letting go of hands too quickly, making sure your stares don’t linger too long.

“They’re so smart though, sweetheart.” He frowns deeply, “How could I not?” Then, his stupid grin is planted right back on his lips. How could you hate that grin? And the pretty face behind it?

Even pretending to be mad at him is hard. Especially when it’s hard to publicly show how much you actually like him. Too many lost moments are painful. Incredibly so.

You think you should spend every moment with him, loving him. If you can’t do it in public yet, you’ll spend all your time alone showing him how easy it is to do.

“Eddie,” your voice is airy and light, and Eddie knows you’re putty in his arms, “Don’t you have a class?”

“Don’t care,” He plants you flat on your feet and snakes his arms to rest over your shoulders, crossing behind your neck, “This is way more important.”

You poke his chest, “Eddie, c’mon. You gotta keep your attendance up. We can’t be-“

Eddie kisses you to shut you up. Not because he doesn’t want to hear it, but because he knows you’re right. He detests it, really. So, no, he actually doesn’t want to hear it. He wants to make out with his girlfriend and forget about school completely.

You pull away and Eddie feels so suddenly needy. Like every time you break the loving kisses he’s trying to adore you with, you take away bits of his dignity with you.

“But you-” He leans forward to kiss you again and huffs a whiny plead right through your mouth.

“Eddie-” Kiss. “Stop.” Kiss. “Baby.” Baby, you say. He thinks he’s winning this game. The game you don’t know you're playing. This time he leans under your chin to kiss you, right on the skin over your jaw. He can feel your giggles over his lips.

“Stop,” You gasp, trying to hold back the laughter that’s bubbling in the back of your throat, “Stop.” The way you’re trying your best to be firm with him almost makes him want to laugh too.

Eddie raises his hand to cover your mouth, stifling your laughter. “Shh, babe.” He squints his eyes to keep his composure, “Don’t wanna get caught do you?”

Your eyes are wide, blinking softly as you shake your head. He lowers his hand and you lick your lips. He continues his attack on your neck, kissing and kissing and kissing. The laughter quietens completely and you’ve gone a little too quiet.

You angle your head a little and he thinks you don’t actually want him to stop. Parting his lips he murmur against your skin, “Don’t go all shy on me now, sweetheart.” The hitch in your breath and when he feels you swallow against his mouth, he knows you don’t want to stop.

“Eds,”

He chuckles then closes his mouth around your skin, nibbling gently. “Stop saying my name.”

You push against him and your knee comes up between his legs, pushing gently against the inside of his thigh, “You’re not listening to me.”

“Sorry, babe,” More nibbling, teeth grazing against your reddening skin, “Can’t focus when I’ve got my mouth all over you.”

You pull away from his bullying mouth and his lips let out a wet pop, “You’re such a tease.”

Eddie chuckles, a lovely, hearty sound that makes you smile just as kind. You reach a hand up to cup his face, thumb circling his skin. He subconsciously leans into your touch and you can feel his face warming under your palm.

“We really should get back.” You murmur. Your voice is almost too quiet but Eddie pouts like he heard you.

“Don’t wanna.” He shakes his head against your hand. You press your thumb into his cheek and then drop it back to your side. You know if you keep holding it there it’ll just make him want to stay even more. A tether, you think.

“C’mon.” You point your head towards the door.

There’s a beat like he’s thinking hard, “How many more days? Remind me again.”

“Eighty-three.”

Eighty-three days until school is over and you and Eddie don’t have to pretend anymore. Until everything can be normal. The both of you don’t like to dwell on the fact that you can’t be together in public just yet, but a countdown really does get you through it.

He nods, “Okay. Good.”

You kiss his cheek and head for the door, “I’ll see you tonight?”

Eddie beams, “Yeah. Yeah, you will.”

You open the door and leave, and Eddie waits an appropriate amount of time before leaving himself. Then heading to his math class before falling asleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fan fiction

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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i REFUSE to move on from spencer x famous!reader

have you seen that video of joe alwyn blushing and smiling and getting shy while taylor was singing gorgeous? that’s spencercore 100%

also! imagine nobody telling penny ab spencer’s gf being a famous pop star and penelope’s like a fan of y/n and she overhears him talking ab him going to a concert of hers and she’s all “wow i didn’t know you liked y/n!!” and derek teasingly says “oh yeah he’s her #1 fan” and spencer’s giggling like a schoolgirl and garcia realizes she’s not in on the joke and is all “wdym???” and derek’s like “you don’t know?” and garcias like “know WHAT???” and derek’s like “…that spencer’s dating y/n?” and garcia just FREAKS OUT and spencer’s standing there red faced with that white boy smile (🙂) and she wont stop asking questions LMAO

i’m imagining a little “wait so…*song name* was written about doctor reid here??” and spencer’s just like “y r u so surprised? 😕” or a bit of “YOURE THE SECRET BOYFRIEND???”

ok ok one last thought that’s very chaotic and not well structured but

actor!reader is amazing bc imagining y/n having a small get together w just her friends (which just means the team bc i said so) and they watch her movie like as soon as it comes out or wtvr and they’re all just sitting around the tv w popcorn and candy and y/n’s cuddling with spencer and penelope’s trying not to giggle or squeak !;!,?;?),);)

spencer would be so so so proud of his super cool gf and so insanely grateful that somebody that cool would choose to be with him :,)

also they would put her awards in weird places just around the house

part two:

i meant to add more thoughts (bc i’m a liar and i NEVER mean it when i say “ok ok last one”) ab spencer moving in with reader and penelope asking him how he feels and he goes on a RANT about how grateful he is that y/n would “let” him live with her like he’s such a simp he would be talking ab himself like a rescue dog 😭

i have so many more famous!reader thoughts but i think i’ve blown up your inbox enough for the day LMFAO

you're literally a genius bestie, send me as many asks as you like

how have i not seen that video until now ?? but it's so him. when she plays songs that are related to him, he's so proud and adoring because she's so amazing and she's his girlfriend and he feels like the luckiest person in the world

Penelope would be so thrilled and she'd have a million questions about how they even became a couple, why she's just finding out, is she amazing in person as she seems on screen, and when can she meet her, 50/50 because she's a massive fan and because she's Spencer's girlfriend. Spencer, of course, is always ready to brag about his girlfriend but he's confused about how Penelope never noticed that it's him in all the soft-launching boyfriend pictures. although to be fair to her, his face is obscured

(i like actor!reader more because i cannot sing lmao, selfish reasons) i feel like it's spencer that makes them watch it, just to showcase her because he's so proud and he can't stop kissing her, touching her, and complimenting her all night and no one minds because he's really happy for once but they definitely take some pictures

i just love him being a major simp, but he would be nervous about living with her because he's never lived in a house so gorgeous, big, and expensive so she has to tell him that it's his house too and he can put his stuff on the kitchen table, hang up photo frames, and not vacuum the living room every time he walks through it

#💼#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader

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booppooo · 2 years

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hi hi!! i saw u asking for request and i wanted to know if you could write about ellie x fem!reader playing 7mih (7 minutes in heaven) at a party!! (modern AU or not doesn’t matter) Ellie and reader have always had a thing for each other and things get steamy when they go to play!!

Seven Seconds

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: omg omg omg this is just AAA (btw i like the idea of modern AU but for some reason I can’t imagine Ellie as a college lady killer LMAO)

Warnings: gay stuff duh, fingering, semi-exhibitionism?, party, drinking, Ellie being a hunk, swearing, dirty talk

(balengiga on twitter)

It was the end of semester party.

There was loud music, cheap booz, bright lights, and a thick layer of smoke hovering over the living room (A.K.A dancefloor). Despite all of this though, all you noticed was her. The way she smelled like eucalyptus and mint, her forest eyes admiring you in the most sultry way, full lips mouthing the words to the song. She made everything disappear and all your nerves tingle with excitement - the only thing keeping you from hiding in the corner was the three cheap beers warming your stomach.

You felt up your torso and chest as you danced closer to her. This made her bite her lip and through the music you heard her hum in delight. All night she had avoided laying a hand on you and it made you all that more desperate for her, forcing you to pull all the stops even for just one hand on your hip.

Anything for Ellie.

Ellie the lady killer. Ellie the star basketball player (don’t let her height fool you - her size made her that much quicker and agile). Ellie the guitar prodigy. Ellie the misses steal your girl.

Ellie, the one who had you wrapped around her perfect finger for months.

You knew it was a bad idea to let her have a place in your heart and make butterflies explode in your stomach, but you couldn’t help yourself. Everything about her had you running circles and blushing. She made you a damn fool.

Yet you pressed on, hoping that if you worked hard enough you’d get into her pants and finally get over her.

Though all your efforts were crushed when Jessie popped up beside you and drunkenly urged Ellie to come play seven minutes in heaven. He even took Ellie by surprise and made her slightly frown, forcing her attention away from you.

“Uh yeah, I’ll be there.” She replied flatly, nodding at his departure and immediately locking her eyes back onto you, leaning down toward your ear, “C’mom babe.”

It took a lot more self control than you wanted to admit to prevent you from giggling and snatching up her hand like a child on Christmas morning, so you pinched your bottom lip between your teeth and silently followed her out of the crowd, heart fluttering at how she would sneak looks over her should to make sure you were there. Even when you reached the basement and she took up the love seat, she patted the spot next to her leaving you like a crushing schoolgirl.

What you didn’t know was that Ellie had a thing for you too. Much more than a thing actually. She knew her reputation around campus was the token lesbian whom every girl fled to as a rebound or to experiment with, and she didn’t mind that because at the end of the day she got more pussy than you could count on both hands (more than most of the frat guys had ever gotten that is). She embellished this part of her and enjoyed her connection-free hookups.

Until you came along.

It was the same thing at first, just another pretty girl who clearly wanted to spend some time in bed with her which was completely fine - routine even. But as time went on and you two hung out more, she realized that every moment she wasn’t with you her cup was empty, she grew irritable and monotone. Even her friends noticed this and queried her what would posses her to get so grumpy. Every time she would deny it was the lack of your presence because she didn’t even want to admit it to herself, so how was she expected to blurt it out to her closest friends? But everyone saw through the bullshit.

Everyone but you and Ellie knew that Ellie was in love with you.

So when you took a seat next to her on the love seat and your perfume tickled her nose her breathing stuttered. All she wanted was to be next to you, but every time you were it made her knees wobble and cheeks hot…at least on the inside.

Her lean arm rested along the back of the love seat and she inched closer to you - still never touching - haphazardly claiming you. On the coffee table in the center of the room was the empty beer bottle, surrounding it was a room of eager players, ready to let their horny-drunk selves rue the night.

“Last ones down spins!” Dina giggled, wiggling a brow at you and Ellie.

Ellie glanced at you briefly with a smirk to mask how nervous she was beneath the surface. The odds of the bottle landing on you were slim to none and the last thing she wanted to do was give off the impression that she was open to anyone. Yet, she silently prayed and spun.

The bottle rattled against the table starting off as an amber blur and slowing down as the seconds passed. Ellie’s heart hammered against her ribs and her fingers felt numb with worry, staring down the bottle as if she could change its trajectory. Everyone scooted closer to the table, clinging onto the edge of their seats to see who would be awarded with seven glorious minutes with Ellie the womanizer, each rattle of the bottle was even more nerve racking than the last.

Then it stopped.

The end was pointing at you, and now every set of eyes in the room was either glaring at you or staring you down with curiosity. A handful of people ‘ooo’ed and ‘ahhh’ed, adding to your already skyrocketing anxiety.

But then you looked at Ellie and all of it fizzled away; all you saw was her copper toned hair in a half up do and excited gaze, pretty freckles and smug smirk. She stood from her seat and looked down at you like you were her new toy, enjoying the pink on your cheeks and the way you picked at your nails.

“Don’t make me wait.”

At that you all but jumped from your seat at her and took the hand she had offered to you. It wasn’t exactly a hand on your hip or chest but it’ll do. You felt her calloused finger tips and rougher palm, the way her hand almost swallowed yours and her lithe fingers wrapping kindly around yours. Her touch alone made you burst into flames.

After you stepped into the closet she called out to start the timer and locked the door behind her, a few seconds of darkness shared by your bodies until she tugged the chain to turn on the lightbulb.

You saw the shit eating grin plastered on her face, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you breathed, afraid to speak any louder.

Some silent seconds passed before you realized your time was dwindling and fast. You didn’t want to wait any longer but you didn’t want to throw yourself on Ellie and prove how hungry you were for her, you could save yourself at least that much embarrassment. But Ellie had other plans.

Swiftly and expertly she pulled you flush against her with one hand on your hip and the other cupping your jaw. She waited briefly to let you catch your barrings, and when she felt your hands against her back she swooped in for your lips. At first she was slow, kissing you gently and cautiously all while letting her fingers dance under the waist band of your bottoms. Then she took you by surprise by slipping her tongue past your lips to swipe over your own. It was no secret that she had taken this entire endeavor into her own hands, gladly controlling the reigns.

Her hips slammed into yours to pin you against the wall, meanwhile her fingers tangled into your hair and tugged softly, a low hum rumbled in your throat. Finally her hand crept down your naval and beneath your panties, feeling the lacy material and grinning into your deep and messy kiss. Before moving to your jaw and neck to leave marks she stopped to whisper in your ear.

“You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you,” she snapped the band of your panties and grinned at your small gasp.

She nipped at your collarbone confidently, other hand had slipped under your bra as she ran her fingers through your womanhood. She was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Fingers coated in your slick, she made sure to tease you before smashing her lips back onto yours, “So fucking wet for me. C’mon spread your legs - atta girl.” Your next moan was muffled by her passionate kiss as she plunged a finger into you.

Mercilessly she pumped against your g-spot causing you to break out into a faint sweat all the while twisting your tongue with her’s. Considering the circumstances you didn’t have much time for foreplay, but you were still soaking your panties and her hand. Her torso was still firmly pressed to yours and you tried your hardest not to claw at her back too hard, but sometimes you couldn’t help but dig your nails into her skin causing her to hiss deliciously.

A second finger was shoved into you and worked hard against your walls. Again you scratched at her back and moaned. “Fuck,” she groaned with a clenched jaw, “Mm you fucking like that don’t you, bet you would like this too-“ her thumb pressed against your clit and shifted as she pistoned her middle and ring finger. It didn’t matter to you what was happening beyond the closet and you made that obvious by moaning shamelessly - not that you could hold it back either.

“Ellie fuck! You’re gonna make me cum..!” You panted.

As more and more ecstasy pooled in your naval you couldn’t stop your knees from pressing together. You held Ellie close as to not collapse onto the floor from your jelly like muscles, head clouded with pleasure.

Ellie growled with determination, “Keep your fucking legs spread,” she demanded, fingering you faster and harder.

You sucked in your next breath at her intensity. With Godspeed your climax approached taking you by surprise, making your body even hotter than before and every nerve in your system either numb or overstimulated in the best way.

“Don’t stop don’t stop-“ you chanted breathlessly. She met your gaze with a proud smirk, “Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Hm?” You could only nod your response. She had reduced you to nothing but a drunken mess.

With a few more hard thrusts of her hand she could feel you squeeze around her digits - something she was very familiar with, “Yeah that’s it, just like that baby, cum on my fucking fingers. Fuck!”

In an attempt to feel grounded you snaked your fingers into her hair and grasped her strands. Your head fell back against the cement and your eyes rolled back, your loudest moan bouncing off the thin walls. An orgasm so intense you forgot you were human rippled up your spine and zapped all your receptors, leaving your quivering and gasping for air. Now you understood why Ellie was placed on a pedestal. Never before had you experienced a brain melting climax like this one.

Much to your disappointment her hand slithered out from your pants and away from your chest, the dry one gently pulling you from the wall and tucking some strands behind your ears. Your palms fell to her chest for stability until your vision reoriented and you blinked away most of the blur.

The door swung open.

Both you and Ellie snapped your heads in the direction of the light, “What the fuck I locked that!” Ellie complained.

“Seven minutes are up! And I have keys.” Jessie held up a ring of keys with a proud grin making both of you roll your eyes.

Slowly you both left the closet, Ellie still in the lead. Before the love seat had brought you nothing but anxiety and worry, but now it was a haven for your wobbly legs and sore groin. And in true Ellie fashion, she eyed down one of the meat-head frat boys and licked her fingers as a reminder to them who the real lady killer was.

#ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut

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the1975attheirverybest · 14 days

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“Am I really such a bad idea?” He said into her ear.

Currently blushing like a schoolgirl, thank you halla

Hahahaha. I don’t blame you. Pretty sure Claire was too!

The next sentence was about how that question made the hair at the back of her neck stand and matty noticed. But I took it out cuz I thought it was too dramatic lmao

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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okay cult leader geto has rotted my brain but u know how he fully avoids interacting with non-sorcerers oh my god i can imagine nanamimi wanting to go somewhere but he doesn't.. but ur wanting to go as well and suddenly he's up and running to join and even prolonging the outing😭

and yes! i can imagine he'd be lonely so he's always clinging to you in ways that are so? subtle? so whenever it slows down ur just confused and a little upset because where did he go🙁 but that makes him giddier because he realises his effect on you AH

GAIA……… 🥺🥺🥺 U GET IT !! aaaaa this is so cute wait pshdjdgd I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY…. he’s sooooo eager to be around you and spend quality time with you 😔😔 i can see nanamimi being wingmen too LMAO they support their papa!!! he’s just trying not to appear too needy (but he still absolutely does appear too needy)……. cutiepie

he really is just trying his best to Woo you it’s a whole operation and i feel like his entire cult family would be in on it PHDJDHDJ they’re so silly i love them <333 i can imagine geto throwing a tantrum when things aren’t going well and everyone else is like … master geto ….. you are 28 years old ……..

AND WAHHH gaia he would be so smug….. if one day he didn’t accompany you somewhere and you were just like. where’s geto……. 🤨 he would literally giggle and kick his feet and blush he’s the CUTEST he really is like a schoolgirl pining over her first crush . writes about it in his journal and everything. i Need him

#to me cult leader geto is the most moe of all getos !!! like in the movie he’s so silly and fruity and funny #i just need a whole sitcom centered around geto and his cult family LMAO theyre my beloved clowns #GAIA TYSM FOR THIS cult leader!geto has also been rotting in my brain … if u have any more thoughts PLS send them my way <333 #ask tag ✩#gaia !! ✩

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yesimwriting · 2 years

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Chapter 4 had me blushing like a schoolgirl, but also had me ready to call 911 because of Stu's complete disregard for boundaries 😭 Billy did the same thing, but at least he knew better than to go any further. Stu was trying to put A BUN IN THIS OVEN 😭 I glossed over any possible smut bc I didn't wanna read it, but I read a couple lines in and NAHHH you ain't giving me no kids. These two are the type to get you pregnant on purpose to forever chain you to them and I'm terrified that history is about to repeat itself. I already feared that Y/n was gonna be a Rory 2.0, but I didn't think Billy and Stu would move this fast.

The part where Y/n was like "I need you guys" made me WANNA DIE. GIRRLLL, you need to just shut up. They do not need to be praised; they need to be kicked out and TASED. We need to steal Well's taser and show them what happens when they try to take advantage of us. Imagine how devastated Y/n would have been to know she slept with them...she wouldn't be able to look Tate and Sid in the eyes. Y/n was so drunk she wouldn't have been able to probably fight back much. If she did fight back, they would be like "you want this, you know you do," but I also feel like Billy MAYBE would have stopped if he saw that Y/n was crying and clearly scared of him, but idk about Stu. I feel like Stu is more twisted and he'd be too selfish to stop.

I was surprised at how fast they were moving, but it just goes to show how little of a threat they see Gloria as. Billy and Stu are not scared of Gloria or Wells and that's a problem bc who else is going to make them back off? Y/n basically lied with that "making progress" comment and I'm so happy Gloria is so protective bc she isn't gonna be afraid to call Billy and Stu out and she's the only other strong support system Y/n has. She has a very strong influence on Y/n, and she will be able to convince Y/n that she might not be able to trust them. Billy and Stu are jealous of their relationship, but their so confident that Y/n 'needs them' that Gloria not liking them is an afterthought. I'm so ready for Gloria to give Y/n some advice 😭

love your reactions!! obsessed with you tbh,, asks about final girl make my day

i'm glad you felt that way bc that's what i was going for 😭 like a few moments that are a little like aw <3 and then something else happens and it's like...wait a minute 👀that's ...not right AlSO BUN IN THE OVEN PLS GLORIA WOULD KILL THEM ALL SHE'S SO CLOSE TO HAVING HER IVY LEAGUE DAUGHTER DREAM FULFILLED

also "These two are the type to get you pregnant on purpose to forever chain you to them" SO REAL, THEY WOULD LOWKEY,, especially if they feel like Y/n likes kids?? but also at the same time i feel like they'd have fun with it for five minutes and then get mad if you cared more about your kid than them 😭 but i'm not a fan of writing the pregnancy trope, so the odds of this actually happening are kinda low lol (might do something that draws parallels to history repeating itself tho 👀)

and Rory 2.0!! (you watch gilmore girls!! ahh!!) i do kind of get a rory energy from y/n now that you brought it up lol. Single mom support system, ivy league dreams, potentially derailing their future for a boy(s).

also boundaries!! that's such a big thing here! In Stu's "defense "(and i use that word loosely), he doesn't mean to push boundaries like that. Not deep down (at least to y/n, he doesn’t care too much about anyone else lmao) He just gets caught up in the moment and gets excited and is so good at justifying his actions in his head that he starts to believe it. His thoughts are wired that way. In my opinion, the only thing that ever gets him to be like 'oh, bad, let's stop' is the external reactions of those he actually cares about. Meaning Billy, basically, lol.

I don't want to write them in a way that makes it seem like Billy's in control of all of Stu's actions and kind of babysits him, but I do think that Billy's a bit of a moral compass/guideline for Stu. Like, Stu knows that Billy has similarly messed up interests, so if Billy is like 'dude' Stu knows he fr needs to take a step back, or at least think things through a little more.

Stu also cares about what Y/n thinks, but it's a little different. Stu is selfish, especially when it comes to impulsive moments, and when he's in that mood, he isn't really thinking about the consequences of his actions. Plus, Y/n's a girl, and a slightly sheltered girl too. He justifies--and subconsciously believes--that she wants it/him too and she just doesn't know it. Or she's just too scared to admit it to herself bc of her upbringing and morals (he is dating Tatum, and Y/n loves Tatum)

Now, this in no way justifies his actions or thought process, but Stu's not completely wrong, per say. Y/n is kinda scared of dating let alone having sex, and she wouldn't go for someone dating her friends, and she does...or at least is, starting to like Stu and Billy more than she'd ever let herself even acknowledge in her thoughts. Doesn't make it okay though!!

but if you want to go into hypotheticals the aftermath would have been BRUTAL! Billy is more worried about Y/n finding some way to leave them bc of his mom, so he wants to go about their entire relationship in a more methodical, careful, patient way.

He's willing to put in the hours (we know Billy likes his plans lmao) as just a friend. Sure, a friend that might be around a lot, and is just smidge more touchy than someone like him can get away with, but a friend. He can monitor your reactions and figure out how to set the pace of your friendship-to-relationship pipeline according to you. That way he knows you won't get scared off.

Stu agrees, but sometimes he just can't help himself. Plus, he can get away with more bc everyone knows that Stu is touchy.

I don't think Stu would have done anything assault-y to Y/n that night unless Y/n initiated something (which, considering his warped perception, could have been something small) or he got really triggered and lost control. (tbh, his worst intentions were overly cuddling/lowkey feeling up Y/n...and maybe stealing a pair of her underwear) but still!! too far!

but if something did happen and Y/n was upset the next morning, Stu would for sure be trying to smooth it over. If it didn't work and Y/n started crying?? game over, Stu actually feels remorse for once,, Billy is super mad about the whole situation, everything would be so bad!

Fortunately, though, my fic world is nice :)) there will be character development :) now, it is Billy and Stu, so will the situation ever be 1000 percent free of toxicity? Nooo,, but things can get better, especially when it comes to boundaries and things of that nature. I don't want it to be like a whole 'oh she fixed him' thing, but things do get nicer,, sweeter. But a lot of rough things have to happen first!!

never straight up SA though!! as someone that knows what it's like to have a guy force a kiss and feel them up, i can't even imagine how traumatic a darker turn of events would be.

#final girl fic #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Happy Sebastian Stan is clearly a vampire day, bubbie! 💕🌸💕

May you bump into him on the streets of NYC one day, and upon realizing you have just done THAT, you scream so loud you scare the living shit outta him and he thinks you got hurt or something, so he goes to see what's wrong and you explain that it's outta sheer love and adoration. Him being the baby boy he is, blushes for dayz and goes in for a hug and that's when your entire life gets made. The end.

This will happen. I shall manifest it into being 💙❤️💙❤️

Hiii Oula bubba 💛💛 Thank you so so much for this lovely message 🥰🥰🥰 He clearly is a vampire, this man just does not AGE. I mean. Look at Seb in 2016. Vs Seb in 2022. He just looks more BABYYY 🥺🥺😭😭💖💖💖

Even if he’s getting more grey hairs and is now 40 (???!!), he’s still baby in my mind and he probably will forever be. He just has that baby boy quality you know? 🥺💕

I know your ask is about me hopefully randomly running into Seb when I’m in New York this fall, and if I do I’ll try to keep my screaming internal (I will take that hug though), but let me just once again SCREAM at you about how this man is the most amazing, wonderful, kind and generous man (I will drag you into his fandom, kicking and screaming lmao - but I’ll do it under the cut because this turned out longer than I expected 😂)

He’s an absolute sweetheart. He’ll dedicate time to fans even if he’s working, he supports so many charities that he actively promotes. The love he shows his friends is just incredible heartwarming, and nothing makes me happier than to see they feel the same about him. Every one who works with him LOVES him, and rightly so. Whether it be all the directors, his costars, or even the crew. Because he puts time and effort into listening, being generous with his time (and money), and just being kind.🥰🥰🥰

And even if he cannot take a compliment without ducking or hiding his face, laughing it off and blushing like a schoolgirl, he gives out compliments and love like no one else. He’ll always praise everyone around him before even thinking about the hard work he himself put into anything.

And on top of that, he’s just the weirdest little weirdo, and he has no shame in it 😂. He’s just unapologetically himself, and it makes me love him even more. Whether it’s dancing with a kitchen knife to get a role, or dancing like a lunatic and hitting his head, or sharing all the ways he’s gotten injured because he’s a clumsy little baby 😂Or the faces he pulls or the things he does to be dramatic. This man is a walking me-me, and proud of it, and I couldn’t love him more. 💛💛💛💛

And of course, he’s freaking gorgeous, no matter what age. And I cry about that every day. So yeah, Happy Birthday to Baby 💕💕, I hope he has the BEST day.

#maya answers #thank you for manifesting me meeting him bubba 💖💖💖#who knows!!!#happy birthday baby 💗💗#sebastian stan

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cherryxsang · 1 year

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LMAO YEO NIPS ANON FYUEEJ (I shall sign off my asks like that from now on)

Honestly the whole concept of men's boobs makes me giggle like a schoolgirl 🤭 but also I just LOVE the whole idea of them becoming blushing messes as soon as they are touched there and even coming from it???? PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️

And omg I'll be looking forward to more yeo being a hot mess ��🥵🥵 he deserves everything my bby 🫶🏼 and there's some really good pecs in ateez may I add

Lmao I could be talking all day about men's titties I'm- 😶‍🌫️

- yeo nips anon

HSJSJS YAY YEO NIPS ANONNN WELCOME 🎉

me toooooo i wanna shove my face in them 🥰🥰 and if he’s a dilf then he gets extra points imo 👀 HDJDJ RIGHTTTT idk if u can tell from my stories but i loooove putting men in “feminine” positions like being called pretty or grabbing their ass or playing with their tits it just hhhhhhhhh😖😖 IT GETS ME GOINGGGGG

me too my bestie @toxicccred gave me an idea last night involving CEO yeosang secretly wearing lingerie under his suit and HHHHSHSHSJSJSH I JUST CANT WAIT TO WRITE MORE ABOUT YEOS TITTIES😭😭😭 there really are like who is ateez i only know titteez shsjs every one of them has some serious milk to share 😤

PLEASE DO KEEP TALKING ABOUT MENS TITTIES I AM ALL EARS 👂👂

#yeo nips anon #answered

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, "ᴏʜ! ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɴᴜᴛʜɪɴ'"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ? ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ? ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.5ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n: I got impatient and wanted to post the third chapter LMAO i’m just really excited for you guys to read this whole thing :D

Frank was everywhere. For a man you barely saw for years, he seemed to be popping up out of every nook and cranny. Coming down to make breakfast? There was Frank, sitting on the porch drinking coffee with your dad. Trying to watch tv? In comes Frank looking to borrow your dad’s hacksaw. Frank would offer you a simple nod or wave, anything he had ever done dialed down by a hundred. Going from rubbing your knee, telling you that someone he’s never met doesn’t deserve you, to barely acknowledging your existence.

Maybe it was better this way, keep both of you in check. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think of him in that way now. You didn’t a week ago, this is all new, and it’s been a minute since you’ve had a crush.

You felt like a schoolgirl, blushing when Frank wouldn’t give you the time of day, stuttering if he did address you. He’d barely even glance your way and you’d get red in the face like he had asked you to the winter formal.

You were sitting at your desk, mindlessly searching the web when you glanced out the window. There was Frank, in his driveway rinsing down his car. He was dressed in gym shorts and an old band tee, likely from college, that was a little too tight for his frame.

It was hard to picture Frank younger. Sure, you had known him for ten or so years and seen some of the brown in his hair go silver, but picturing him your age was hard.

You didn’t know much about Frank’s past, you did know he went to a state school, married his high school sweetheart, and pumped out two kids before a sudden and quick divorce. After which, Frank moved a few states over and barely saw his kids though he didn’t seem to mind. You wondered if that made him a shitty guy, him being an absent father. It’s not like he didn’t talk to them, you had met the kids a handful of times when they’d visit over the holidays.

You had wondered if he was similar to your mom in that way, content with being the lesser parent because he knew he still loved his children, but also loved being lonely.

You were still staring when you noticed Frank squinting up your way, raising a hand to block out the sun. It was then you noticed how you were sitting, head or your wrists cocked to the side. You pulled your laptop on to your legs and swiveled in your chair, beet red. You rubbed your face, a cute guy didn’t usually do this to you. You could hold your own, flirt back without batting an eye, be direct about what you wanted. Of course the one guy you can’t stand your ground with is the one guy you can’t have.

And you weren’t the type to consider this a challenge, even if it was. You were more the type to suppress it and hope it goes away. Breaking the rules wasn’t you, and this was maybe the one rule you really couldn’t break.

You turned your chair back around and peeked out the window, only to find Frank’s driveway empty. Dammit.

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Your day had been uneventful since your Frank sighting. Your dad had left for the day, he was being especially vague about where he was headed leading you to believe he was off with the mysterious woman.

You had figured your dad had a girlfriend for a while now. When you two had gotten dinner a few days before your graduation he had been checking his phone a lot more than was normal for him (and normal for him was not checking his phone).

Sure, he had a few women in his life after your mom, but he only introduced you to a few. Even then, it would be a quick hello when you’d come home from school a little bit earlier than expected and some lady would be sitting on your couch sipping some cheap wine from the basement. Though he’d never admit that he had a girlfriend, probably muttering something about being too old to use that word, you encouraged it. You’d joke about when he’d find a girl of his own, only to be followed by some sly remark about when you’d find your own boyfriend.

But you weren’t entirely joking, you figured if it weren’t for Frank your dad would be a relatively lonely guy. The two of them were a match made in heaven, soulmates, but they both were standoffish and kept to themselves. They would be perfectly content with growing old, sharing a fence and never talking to anyone else ever again.

You were standing in your kitchen, eating the food you had just prepared. You were so hungry that you didn’t even want to make your way back to your room or onto the couch, so leaning against the counter staring at the fridge would suffice. It was a little past nine, all the lights in the house were off apart from the overheads in the kitchen. The music on your phone droned on, making you feel less alone than you were.

That’s when you heard something. Cautiously, you paused your music, then again a noise. Steps, approaching the front door. You took a look out the window, to find your dad’s truck vacant from its normal spot. Without second thought, you opened the knife drawer and grabbed the biggest blade you could.

You slowly walked down the hall, hands shaking a bit. Your feet were covered in the fuzziest socks you could find, pajama pants you had since you were in high school and a hoodie you had taken from your dad on your last visit home before graduating. Needless to say, you weren’t very threatening looking, despite the massive knife shaking in your grip.

Suddenly the door swung open, and in comes Frank, stumbling a bit. You let out a big breath as he gathered himself.

“You gotta lock your door, kiddo.” he said simply. You chuckled, running your free hand through your hair.

“Good evening to you, too.” Frank smiled at that one, though he could barely look at you. Your cheeks warmed up a bit, thanking anything above that he wasn’t looking at your face.

“Your dad wanted me to make sure you were alright. Seems like you’ve got yourself covered.” he gestured towards the meat cleaver in your hand. You mumbled a quick apology, setting it on a nearby shelf. Frank scratched his neck, an awkward tension between the two of you.

What were you supposed to say? He had, for lack of a better term, broken into your home and you had nearly stabbed him with a kitchen knife. He was still wearing the same shorts he was cleaning his truck in, though now he covered his torso in an oil stained gray hoodie. Slowly, Frank turned on his heels getting ready to open the door.

“Wait.” You weren’t sure what you were doing, and even as Frank turned back around he looked at you with confused eyes.

“Do you… not like me or something?” The question even surprised you as it came out of your mouth. Immediately, you regretted saying anything and would rather have left this night off as an awkward encounter. Frank, fixated on the floorboards, sighed.

“I don’t know what you’re askin’ me, kid.” You tangled your own fingers together, trying to figure out what to pull out of your own ass to save yourself from any further embarrassment.

“Whenever you come over and we talk, it feels like you’re being forced to hold a conversation with me.” This wasn’t a lie, you did feel like talking to Frank was like talking to a brick wall sometimes. However, there were times when Frank would say something that almost felt like nervous flirting. Maybe you were a bit naive to think he would have any sort of feelings for you, but that’s not what you were asking of him, that’s where you were clever. Frank crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do you want me to say?” He looked at you then, immediately making your cheeks heat up again. Frank almost looked disappointed, his gaze striking daggers into your skin. He took a few strides forward, maintaining your eye contact. You gulped, not sure what his next move would be. It was so hard for you to read Frank,

“Y/n, I’m your dad’s friend, not yours. You don’t need me to like you.” You could almost feel your heart sink from your chest down to your stomach. You were disappointed for sure, but you did understand what he meant. Hell, you would feel just as uncomfortable in his position.

You looked at your sock clad feet, beyond embarrassed. It wasn’t even like you had outright asked him if he found you attractive, no that would be crossing a line. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how stupid of a question that was.

Frank placed his large hands on your shoulders, they warmed you up a decent amount. He patted them, before turning again and making his way out the door.

“Make sure to lock it.” He spoke, not even turning around, shutting the door loudly behind him.

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ry0chann · 2 years

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Atsushi + 🏖

🏖 nighttime walk on the beach

event // 500 follower event

pairing // Atsushi x gn!reader

genre // fluff, mutual pinning

wc. // 426

warnings // none

notes // there's kinda no plot to this bc i didn't really know what i wanted to do lmao. hopefully it's still cute

event m.list

The warm air of summer is balanced out by the cool draft of the ocean. The water glistens under the moonlight, small waves crashing against the shore. Your bare feet drag lightly along the soft sand, the feeling surprisingly not unpleasant. The two of you happened to stay out longer than you originally planned to, still located on the beach where you had been for quite a few hours already. You didn't think Atsushi would want to stay out until it got dark— maybe he just enjoyed your company.

He was walking quite close to you, close enough for your shoulders to brush. You could tell he wanted to hold your hand too. His fingers would accidentally touch yours every few minutes before he'd move them away. A little too often for it to be accidental. It was cute how shy he seemed to get around you. Being friends as long as you had been, you'd think he'd no longer be nervous. Though perhaps that feeling was mutual. Atsushi had you blushing like a schoolgirl over nothing. Merely hearing him speak or seeing him smile was enough to give you butterflies. You worried that if you ever told him how you really felt, that it would make things awkward between you. You could only assume he felt the same way.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts, he quickly brought you back to. Impulsively, he took hold of your hand. The gesture had you taken aback, your face burning at the action. Atsushi stopped in his tracks, stuttering a little as he tried to come up with an excuse as to why he did it. He gave you a look that was almost telling. It might've been dark but you could see the way his eyes glimmered, and how pink his cheeks were.

"Uh, s-sorry I just... I wanted to hold your hand..." His voice was quiet as he turned his head from you, as if he were embarrassed.

You giggle, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well I'm glad you did."

His eyes widened just a bit before a smile crept onto his face. Such simple words were somehow enough for him. Enough to let him know that whatever he was feeling for you was reciprocated. Atushi chuckled nervously, murmuring something about how it was late and that he should take you home. The two of you would still share a comfortable silence— hand-in-hand— as you left, though the sound of your rapid heartbeats was most definitely heard by the other.

#[ 500 event ]#[ drabbles ]#bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #atsushi x reader

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boydiisaster · 3 years

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You had me grinning like crazy with your Mammon headcanons so I wanted to ask if you could also do some for Barbatos? I'm not sure if you even write for the undateables, but if not then ignore this ask lmao

Also no pressure like you don't have to write it. I mainly wanted to drop by to wish you a great day/night and tell you to keep up the amazing work!

barbatos headcanons

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: none <3

author's note: i honestly really love barb! i've been meaning to write more for the undateables, so thank you for the request! :3

Nobody can convince me that this man doesn't absolutely adore physical affection. He's working all day, he's tired, he's probably lonely, he needs cuddles :(

So if you like giving physical affection??? It's a dream come true for this demon butler.

Barbatos prefers little spoon when cuddling, and no, I'm not taking constructive criticism at this time-

Please hold this man's hand. Rub his back after a long day, just take care of him. He deserves it after taking care of others all day.

We all know that Barb bakes, so of course he's going to invite you, the light of his life, to bake with him!

If you don't know how to bake, then he'll be happy to teach you!

(Honestly really hopes you don't know how to bake so he can help you.)

He might invite Luke on occasion, but prefers being alone with you.

Sometimes he'll do that really cheesy thing where one person puts frosting on another person's face???

He just scoops off some frosting from the cake the two of you are making and smears it onto your nose. He chuckles when you widen and cross your eyes to look at the pastel pink substance.

"You really are cute, MC," he smiles, eyes closed and head tilted to the side.

Barbatos loves feeding you things the two of you make together, be it an extravagant meal or just some cupcakes. He finds it very personal and intimate, especially if you do the same to him.

"Say ah," you smile, holding a fork with a piece of cake on it.

Barbatos blushes, eyes flickering between you and the sweet hanging off your utensil. He shyly eats the cake, not daring to look you in the eyes as his lips close around the fork.

It's adorable how flustered he gets around you, not just when you feed him food, but anytime you're affectionate towards him. If you compliment him even once, he will hardly be able to keep up his poise for work. His hands shake as he pours Diavolo's cup of tea, cheeks tinted pink.

"MC on your mind again, Barbatos?" Diavolo smiles, expression teasing.

Barbatos flusters even more, almost dropping the tea kettle.

"Please, My Lord," he stammers out, hiding his mouth behind his gloved hand. "You're embarrassing me."

Diavolo loves teasing Barbatos about you. He'll remind Barbatos of something you did that will embarrass the hell out of his poor butler.

"MC came by the Demon Lord's castle today asking for you," he whispers as he stands next to Barb in the halls of RAD.

Barbatos flinches, face slowly turning red. "What did they need me for...?"

"They wanted to tell you that they love you." Diavolo smiles wide. Barbatos groans and covers his red face with his hands.

"They're going to be the death of me."

It's amazing how Barbatos, one of the most stoic and expressionless demons in all the Devildom, turns into a schoolgirl with a crush around you.

#also i don't wanna seem weird but i love your writing!!!#it means the world to me that you not only like my writing but you followed AND requested from me! 🥺😭💕#but anyways i cannot tell you how much fun i had writing this-#thank you again for the request!!! :D #obey me #gender neutral reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me barbatos #barbatos x mc #om! barbatos #obey me headcanons #barbatos headcanons #barbatos x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x you #bee's beehive #worker!bee

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Friday I’m In Love

commissioned by @xaki

A/N: no, the fic has nothing to do with the song it just so happens that it fits in the most literal sense lmao much thanks to xaki who gave me my first commission and my friend for helping me out when my brain was going all sorts of illogical directions uwu

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader

Description: You saw Kuroo Tetsurou once every week, where you tried your best to not let the fact that he was your high school crush distract you too much.

Warning: unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, slight degradation

Word count: 5052

You saw Kuroo Tetsurou once every week, during the single Wednesday morning lecture you shared.

You had allowed yourself the luxury of stealing a few glances his way during that one occasion, but never do more than just looking from afar.

Actually, it was ironic that you had gotten to the point of limiting yourself from even looking at him when there was a time you would see him nearly every day.

Getting into the same high school was a pure coincidence, but you had also noticed early on that no matter where he was, your gaze was following his figure before you even realised it. Who could blame you, really. Who wouldn’t want to spare even just a few more seconds looking at the boy who was taller than the rest of his peers even in his first year, only growing more and more breathtaking as he ditched the boyishness and slowly gained the edge on his face and the hint of maturity in his eyes.

You were far from being the only one that harboured a bit of a schoolgirl crush on the eventual volleyball club captain. In the few years where you shared the same class, you had witnessed him being called out of the classroom by blushing pupils more times than you could count. It always brought a bitter taste to your mouth but what could you do about it? At least they had the guts to confess.

You liked to believe that it was not a cowardly move for you to hide your affections all throughout your high school years. It was just that as early as you had noticed your budding feelings, you also realised that you two belong with two seperate groups of people with very different interests, and the chances that he would opt for you was slimmer than slim. So you never did much to try and win him over, maintaining a friendly distance where you only interact in class and nothing outside of it.

At least it could be a nice memory to look back on when you were way past the age to be conflicted over things like this.

You were just as shocked as any other person when you learned that he did not go the pro-athlete route everyone thought he would go, nearly as shocked when you walked into your first lecture of the semester to see him sitting right at the very front.

He seemed to have noticed you too, giving you a slight nod after his eyes widened. You returned the polite gesture, before heading straight to the very back of the lecture hall without a hint of hesitation.

You could deal with one more semester of friendly distance. Couldn’t be that hard, right?

It was Wednesday morning again, and you sinked into the seat at the very back of the lecture hall you tactfully occupied with a yawn.

It was from pure bad luck that you managed to register the one 8:30 lecture available in the course. Everywhere around you, people were either half asleep or laid down on the table at the very least. From the corner of your eye, you even spotted someone catching up on the latest episodes of the new tv series that just aired with subtitles on.

You sighed, leaning your jaw on your palm. You wanted to say that this was a bit too much even for a lecture but who were you to judge when your soul was starting to escape your body to somewhere more interesting than the lecture hall anyway.

The amount of people who were actually paying attention to the lecture could probably be counted with one hand, let along the ones that seemed to be genuinely enjoying it. You thought to yourself, your glances floating to the boy who blocked even more of your view with his roaster head on top of his existing height.

He was probably the only one who still had the strength to chuckle when the lecturer tried to liven up the dying atmosphere with unfunny gags.

“...for the upcoming event, students who volunteered as committee members would receive bonus marks based on their performance,” you perked up at the distant call of ‘bonus score’ from far away, “the form will be placed by the door, Please fill in your name before you leave if you are interested.”

Your mind was occupied by numbers and calculations of your gpa for the rest of your class, even as you lined up mindlessly behind your other classmates after the lecture was dismissed. Another thing about morning lessons was that the amount of effort you were willing to put in was also diminished by the limits on your mind and soul, meaning that any chance at a higher grade was worth trying. You had decided that free labour in exchange for that good grade was a decent enough bargain.

“Hey.”

You snapped out of your trance when it was your turn at the form only to feel your heart skipping a beat when you looked up to see the familiar handsome face you stared at as your recharge every morning.

You blinked, trying hard to maintain a calm front even though your mind went haywired at the rare direct interaction you had with Kuroo.

“Do you need the pen?” he asked, holding out the thin ball pen he was gripping in his hand to you.

“Oh,” your eyes widened, putting on a polite smile as you took it from him, “oh yes. Um, thank you.”

It was only a while later when you put down your name right below his that it finally hit you that you two had signed up for the same event. It took even longer for you to realise that the strange tingle you felt at the back of your hand was from his fingertips brushing past yours as he let go of the pen, but by then he was gone and it would be a few days later when you saw him again.

You now see Kuroo Tetsurou two times every week. Once during the dreadful morning lecture on Wednesday and on Friday evening where you were stuck in the committee meeting together.

But unlike the stolen glances on Wednesday, you were forced to acknowledge Kuroo as more than just a distant being you were merely acquaintances with in those few hours.

It was very inconvenient for you, considering how each time you felt smaller and smaller under his concentrated gaze as he listened to your input on whatever topic of discussion it was. In fact, you felt rather resentful that you couldn’t quite stand as firm as you did on your stance that you wanted to keep what was clear to be a admiration from being known under your own free will instead of a lack of self-assurance.

You had no choice but to be reminded that he was smart and brilliant on top of just being good-looking. He always knew what to say when the rest of the room was stuck, moving the agenda forward with each valuable input. He was easy to work with, reliable and always efficient.You found that you genuinely liked working with him, crush or not. He listened intently to what other people had to say and never said anything less than constructive.

Worst of all, you were starting to have the illusion that he had started paying more attention to you too. When you looked around the room as you were about to speak up each time, you would always lock your eyes with him at some point, even before you started talking like he already anticipated that you would have something to say.

Maybe it was a mistake, you thought to yourself as you stared outside the pitch black windows of the bus that was rocking steadily, feeling your mind drifting away after using up all your energy in the meeting, maybe those few bonus marks were not worth all this inner conflict.

“Hi, um,” you looked to the side, your mind going blank like you just got caught doing something guilty when you saw the exact person you were thinking about standing by. You cursed the uncontrollable heat that raised on your face, “can I sit here?”

It wasn’t like you could say no. “Sure,” you said as you picked up your bag to clear out the seat for him, flashing a cordial smile of someone who did not have a reason to be nervous when you could already feel the beating in your chest speeding up, “of course.”

“Thanks,” he said with a relieved sigh, throwing himself on the empty chair with a soft thump. You tried to pretend that you did not secretly really care about how close he was to you now, looking back out of the window again. Kuroo looked at you, pondering if he should say something first.

“So…”

“Hm?” you turned around to face him at the dragged out note of his voice.

“Have you gone back to Nekoma after graduation?”

You sighed and gave a light shake of your head, "No. Just surviving college is hard enough, who has time to think about going back?”

You tried to dismiss the knot in your stomach when he replied with a light chuckle and the corner of your lips curling up against your will when he leaned back. “Makes sense," he said, running his hand through his unruly hair before swiftly carrying on to ask you about what you were up to now.

It would have been easier if it was awkward or uncomfortable but sadly, Kuroo was also very easy to talk to and by the time you regained your senses, you were already at the door of your apartment with him walking you there the whole way after getting off the bus at the same stop.

Next Friday, he came up to you with a grinning face when you packed up your stuff after the meeting. “We go the same direction, right?” he had said, walking next to you casually as you headed out the meeting room. He started the conversation before you could say anything, and like last time, he walked you back to your apartment, claiming that he lived nearby anyways.

You saw him twice every week. Once during the morning lecture that was starting to feel less painful to endure and the Friday committee meeting, where he naturally walked you home without fail each week. At some point, he started saving you the seat next to him before each meeting and there was less and less of a reason for you to not take it when he was already leaving with you anyways. All of the above had reminded you once again why you were so hellbent on staying away from him in the first place.

He was far too easy to like, even more so now that you were somewhat friends by the end of the series of meetings.

The voice of your instructor was distant as you stared at the clock, the sound of Kuroo’s pencil tapping against the table keeping you in touch with what was going on. It was the last meeting you had to attend and quite frankly there was nothing interesting going on at this point. You glanced to the side, before pulling out your phone that has been buzzing in your pocket since the meeting started.

You tried to conceal the irritation rising in your chest as you looked at the glowing screen underneath the table. Your old friends had been bombing you with questions ever since they learnt that after years of looking on, you somehow had a leaping development with your crush on accident after graduation. It was a mistake on your part, given how the topic of their heated discussion was sitting right next to you.

“(y/l/n)?”

The sudden mention of your name startled you, and you threw your phone down almost a bit too hard. “Yes?”

“Can you help hand these out?”

You let out a relieved sigh that you were not being called out for not paying attention as you stood up, pushing the conversation that was no doubt still ongoing in your group chat to the back of your head. “Of course.”

Kuroo watched as you got out, taking the stack of minutes from the instructor. After today, he would go back to only seeing you when you walked into the morning lecture hall. He felt the nerves building in his stomach, wondering if he should bear his teeth and threw his shot in changing that.

‘So you’re just going to do nothing?’

The screen of your phone that was laying on the table lit up as the speech bubble appeared. His curiosity got the better of him when the next message popped in before he could look away.

‘You have liked Kuroo for years and you’re just going to let this chance slip?’

He froze in place when he read his own name. You liked him? His eyes flicked to you, his heart in his throat at the realisation that he had just learnt something he was not supposed to know.

But despite the slight guilt of overstepping his boundaries, it took all the fiber in his body to stop himself from grinning ear to ear when you returned to your seat next to him.

“What?” you asked with an amused quirk of your eyebrows at how stiffly he was sitting.

“Nothing,” Kuroo replied, feeling the muscle around his mouth going sore as he bit the inside of his cheeks, “nothing.”

The ride home felt so much longer with him next to you, knowing that this was to be the last. He did not say anything even as you got off, only walking in silence like he was deep in thought. You wondered what it was that made him so quiet today, he was usually the more chatty one out of you two.

Kuroo felt the tension building up in his head as you got closer and closer to your door.

“Can I tell you something?”

You snapped around, your hand on the handle of your doorknob when he suddenly spoke up for the first time since you left the meeting that day. “Yeah?”

“My place is at the opposite side of the neighbourhood.”

“What?” your voice came out as a whisper. Your breath hitch at the back of your throat when he took one step closer to you before leaning down. His face was right in front of yours, his defined features dangerously close to you.

“I said,” you could feel his breath fanning on your face as he spoke and the pounding in your ear was thundering as you held your breath, “I’m only here because I want to be around you.”

Kuroo watched intently as your eyes widened, your jaw clenching as you gulped. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, almost like he was waiting for you to show him any hint of rejection before he made the irreversible move.

When your hand slowly crept onto his shoulder and stayed there, he latched onto you. You were taken back by his force, his tongue evading your mouth at your moment of lowered alert. His kiss was demanding, stealing away the oxygen in your lungs bit by bit as he held you close.

You were panting when he pulled away after his initial outburst, your pupils dilated as your lips swollen up. You paused, before gathering the courage that had surged in your chest.

“Do you want to come in?”

Kuroo did not waste another second when the door clicked, his hand getting rougher now that you were within the privacy of your home. Your arms hung around his neck as you desperately held yourself up, your toes barely touching the floor as he demandingly kissed down the side of your neck. He lost patience at your struggling, lifting you up with his arm under your hips before pulling you down onto him with a stumbling step to the cramped couch.

“Help me strip.” He whispered in your ear, adjusting your position on his lap as he brought your hand to the opened collar of his shirt. You gulped when he gave an encouraging knead on your upper thigh, far too consumed by the want of seeing more of him to feel bashful by his bold request.

His gaze burned on your skin as he stared at you, not moving away even for a second while you tear apart the row of buttons to reveal more and more of his toned body. You felt like your fingers were not listening to your commands, a clumsy stiffness in your joints as he unhooked each button. The subconscious way you darted your tongue out to wet your lips at the rise and fall of his chest did not go unnoticed under his attentive stare, his much larger hands guiding you to palm his tend over the firm material of his jeans as your finger grazed past the cold metal of the zipper.

Kuroo’s stomach tensed up when you pulled down the fly, pushing your hips against his legs as you pushed away the heavy jeans. He held you down as he sat up, drinking in your soft moan with an open mouthed kiss. Your hand ran down from his shoulder to the firm pecs adoring his abdomen, each mound rippling under the tip of your fingers. His circled one arm around your waist while the other fumbled to pull his aching cock out of its refines. You felt the vibration of his chest as he groaned into your mouth when you allowed your hand to wander down his body, cupping his balls as he fisted his own length.

You let out a shaky sigh when he slid his palm down the elastic band of your panties, groping the soft flesh of your ass as he peeled off the thin piece of cotton with a push down the small of your back to have you arching for him. He chuckled when he felt the wetness that was seeping through the fabric, earning a glare from you that looked more like a kitten pretending to be defensive out of embarrassment than truly threatening to him with your heated face and slightly swollen lips from his earlier nibbling when you pulled away. A thin strand of silver connected your lips, looking all the more erotic now that you were both half bare and exposed to each other’s hungry eyes.

Your finger dug into the muscle of his arms when he lifted you up from his lap with ease, much thanks to the firm grasp of your thighs in his warm palms. Your lips fell agape but no sound came out when you felt the hardness prodding at your entrance. He looked shamelessly at where your bodies met, not bothering to hide the grin on his face when he felt the pain of your nails against his arm as he brushed his tip along your slit. You whined at the friction that was barely there, not able to sink down with him holding you back but your legs were starting to go weak with each push of his length against your clit. He took his time, spreading the leaking pre-cum across your folds and watching the mixture of your arousal slowly coated his cock.

“Kuroo…” you called out for him, hoping that it would be enough for him to give you what you wanted.

“Aw... What’s with this formality?” his arm flexed under your touch as he tilted his head to the side, lowering you down just a little, “What should you call me when I’m about to fuck your brains out, hm?”

You bite onto the inside of your cheeks when you felt him barely dipping in, his tip just positioned at your pussy.

“Tetsurou-”

his own name felt foreign as it rolled off the tip of your tongue and he let out an approving hum. “Good girl,” he purred, placing a chaste kiss on your trembling lips.

His grip on your legs tightened as he leaned closer to you, pushing his cock just a little deeper. Your brows locked together as he stretched out your entrance, clawing at his arm for more. You thought he was finally going to show some mercy on you, but the beating in your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hot breath fanning across your lips instead.

“You’re in love with me, aren’t you?”

Your eyes snapped open, his handsome face right in front of yours. “Wha- mph!”

You yelped at the sudden drop of your hips onto his lap, your nails scratching down his arm as he hilted inside of you with one motion. Your head threw back at the waves of shocking pleasure that sparked down your spine, your juicings running down the base of your thighs as your walls tried to accustomed to his thickness and length.

“What is it? Did you just say yes?” his laugh was wolfish as he took in your expression, a mixture of infuriated and primal desire.

“You-” he did not give you the time to bite back, thrusting up with a lift of your hips and turning whatever you wanted to say into nothing but incoherent moans.

Your body did not feel like it was under your control as he guided you to grind on his cock, the slaps of your soft flesh against his thighs taking over your senses. Your toes curled at how deep he could reach inside you each time he pulled you up and bottomed out of you. His hands were fondling your ass roughly as he bounced you on his cock, reducing you to nothing but a panting mess laying weakly on his chest.

“How does it feel to have the man of your dreams stretching out your tight cunt, hm?” he emphasised each word with a thrust, grinning ear to ear when you made a frugal attempt at slapping his arm you were holding onto. You buried your face into his chest, your muffled moans coming out as hot breath on his skin. He looked down from above you, watching as your ass jiggled under each thrust and your spine arching from the pleasure.

A loud smack echoed in the room and he groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him at the slap of his palm against your ass cheek. He gave the flesh a firm knead, rubbing at the area that had heated up from the spank before pulling his hand away to give the other side the same treatment. You felt the numbness on your skin as your skin burned, the pain making every hair on your back stood up.

“You like it when I get rough with you? You are squeezing down on my cock so hard,” his voice came as gravel from his chest. Your mind was in a frenzy, not even thinking straight as you nodded feverishly. “You’re such a slut for me, it’s really inflating my ego,” his filthy words made your stomach tighten as he continued, “bet this is what you have been thinking about whenever you check me out.”

You felt your face burning up. He knew all along?

Your surprise came out in the form of a squeal when he stood up, still holding you up. Your panting got more rapid as your only leverage from falling was the frantic clawing at his arm, having nothing but his strength to trust as he bounced you on his cock while marching down the hallway.

He hissed at the sharp pain on his back when your hands scratched down, kicking the door open with a hasty shove at the door with his heel before throwing you down the mattress. He did not waste another second as he perched on top of you, hooking your legs around his waist before rolling his hips to completely take over the pace of his cock pistoning at the spongy spot that made your mind foggy with nothing but his name and the overwhelming feeling of being towered over in your head.

The squelching got louder and louder as he ruthlessly snapped against you. You felt the knot in your stomach tightened up as he leaned down, sucking on the sweet spot at the side of your neck. His hand roamed all over your body, kneading your tits that bounced under his force.

He could not get over the fact that you were actually here, folded beneath him right now, and that it was his name you were moaning out.

“I’m-” your legs clasped around him as every muscle on your limbs tensed up, “I’m close-”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want,” he growled in your ear, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as your walls spasmed around his cock, “what does my girl want?”

You had imagined what it would be like if Kuroo Tetsurou ever set his eyes on you, if he had wanted you the same way you had absentmindedly started wanting him despite your best efforts to convince yourself that you knew that would not happen. But nothing could stop the heat that exploded in your chest and spread all through your body at how natural it came out of his mouth.

His girl. You were his girl now.

You let out a choked mewl when he switched from erratic plowing to slowly dragging his cock along your walls. The sudden drop from your near high seeped into your senses, tingling down from your core all the way to the tip of your toes.

“Tetsu-” your back arched off the mattress when he pulled out all the way only to halt in you with a sudden thrust, “want you to make me cum- ah!”

The shocks that sparked through your body when he set his sight on making you fall apart underneath him with his vigorous thrusts had your toe pointing stiffly and curling under the pleasure. The fist in the pit of your stomach curled and unfolded as he gripped your chin roughly, turning your head to look right into his eyes.

“Fuck, you wanna cum?” he hissed, feeling the shivers on his own back as he got closer and closer to his own high, “Then look at me, look at me as you cum on my cock-”

You felt your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. His eyes were all you could focus on as you succumbed to the weakening of your limbs, the pounding in your ear gradually returned to a regular pace with Kuroo’s languish strokes allowing you to ride out your high.

You were sure you could never forget how the defined arch of his brows knitted together as he pulled out of you, his head throwing back just a little with his lips slightly parted. A sinful moan leaking out as spurts of white painted across your lower stomach.

Your vision was hazed over with a veil of fog as you blinked, collecting your breaths before focusing on the roof of your room that suddenly felt so unfamiliar. The claminess on your skin and the smell of sweat slowly took over. You felt the weight on your chest, breathing out a heavy exhale.

You really did just have sex with your crush, huh?

As if noticing your train of thought, Kuroo leaned over and placed a quick kiss on your jaw, his grin reaching his eyes as he stared at you. Much unlike his earlier dominance, the lazy curl of each syllable on his lips sounded more so like he was trying to play cute.

"Wait here,” he said, adding another peck on your lips, “I’ll grab you a towel.”

“The bathroom is the one right outside…” you muttered, feeling the dent on the mattress sprung back as he climbed off of you.

Your tensed muscles slowly relaxed as he moved you to lean against his broad chest, his hand gently caressing your skin as he dabbed the wet towel on you. His lips ghosted along your ear as he cleaned up the marks and trails left from your earlier passions, trying hard to conceal his satisfaction when you whined as he brushed past the bruises on your thighs.

“You should start getting used to it from now on, plenty more chances for us to- ouch, ouch.. ok, I’m sorry…”

The corner of your lips lifted up, burying your face into his chest as you tried to get comfortable, “I was right, you are way more attractive without opening your mouth.”

“Awe, don’t say that,” he pouted but the wolfish grin on his face told you he was not apologetic at all.

Kuroo watched as you slowly leaned onto him more and more, until your eyelids closed up with a flutter. If you had stayed awake for just a little longer, you would know that he could not be any more careful when he tucked you under the blanket before slipping in next to you. On this rare occasion where he would not get caught, he allowed himself to stare at your serene expression as he dozed off to sleep with a content smile on his face.

You did not need to know that his grade for the one course you shared was high enough already and he signed up for the committee purely because you were signing up too. He certainly would not let you know that he had always noticed your lingering gaze on him or that he secretly enjoyed it, even back when he saw you more than twice a week. That and the fact that he was overjoyed when he saw you appearing from the door of the lecture hall that Wednesday morning, followed by the ever growing frustration that he couldn’t find an excuse to talk to you when you were literally in the same class.

Whatever. Kuroo thought to himself as he gently threw his arm over your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent. At least he didn’t have to go all the way from your apartment complex back to his place every Friday anymore.

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