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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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(TW POLICE VIOLENCE)

France has been feeling like a police state this week, there were 5000 cops deployed in Paris yesterday (watch this video and tell me this is a normal amount of cops and they're behaving normally) and they keep acting like they have total immunity*, to beat up protesters, to arrest protesters, or just random people walking in the vicinity of a protest. My 70+-year-old dad tried to go to a peaceful protest and had to abandon the idea because of all the tear gas being used by police.

*Which they do—as Le Monde pointed out, the cops who are violent risk nothing because they can't be identified because almost none of them wear their identification number even though it's supposed to be mandatory. They're not being penalised for not wearing them, so why should they?

If you can stomach it, please have a look at the photos and videos on this Twitter account documenting French police brutality against protesters—as I write this, the most recent tweet is about a journalist who was beaten up by a BRAV-M cop* using his steel baton; he had his head cracked open and his hand broken.

(* BRAV-M is a motorised repression corps—cops on bikes—a unit that was dissolved in 1986 after some of them beat a student to death, who wasn't even attending a protest but walking near one. Macron changed the unit's name, from Voltigeurs to BRAV-M, and reestablished it to suppress the Yellow Vests protests. This week, a BRAV-M cop deliberately drove over a 19-year-old's leg at a protest after chasing him on his bike. The victim said he heard a cop say to others "Smash him." Another BRAV-M punched a protester unconscious on March 20. And today Le Monde published an article about BRAV-M cops being recorded bragging about "breaking elbows and faces.")

In Paris last week the CRS arrested a 14-year-old kid because they took him for a dangerous black bloc protester I guess?? A child spent a night in police custody without knowing why. They've also arrested several 15 / 16 year-olds. Let's teach the youth what happens when you exercise your right to protest!

On March 16th in Paris, within one evening, they arrested 292 people, and 283 were released without charges, which means they're mass-arresting people for peaceful protests as a strategy of intimidation. The student I mentioned in my post the other day, who spent 48 hours in custody and was eventually charged for refusing to have his DNA samples taken and filed, asked the cops why they were arresting him + 4 other people who were walking down the same street and they said "Because you look like fucking leftists."

The government tells us "We fully support our brave police forces" when the cops are arresting people for "looking like leftists." How are we still a democracy? The guy also mentioned that during the time he spent at the police station, the police was mostly arresting Maghrebis, though they made an exception for him, a Black guy. There are videos from the past week of cops beating up women, tear gassing protesters in the face from 20cm away, kicking protesters in the face when they're already on the ground, crushing their heads under their boot, brutalising a homeless man and old ladies, tear gassing crowds with young children in them. I'm having trouble finding links to these specific incidents I remember because there are so many videos circulating.

Look at this video, they're violently striking the back of people's heads with steel batons even when the protesters are already going in the direction they're told to. The little old lady shoved around and trying to protect her head from the strikes is breaking my heart.

Surely at the point when enforcers of state authority are arresting middle schoolers, beating up citizens for exercising their rights and gassing and pepper spraying elderly people, children and babies in strollers, the government might want to make some sort of statement condemning this state of affairs, but instead they have been telling us they're proud of & grateful for their police forces, which of course angers people and makes protests more violent. The Minister of the Interior, who supervises the police, praises them wholeheartedly and excuses all instances of deliberate brutality as 'isolated incidents' due to 'tiredness'.

Here's a thread in English describing a protester's experience—"Yesterday (March 23) the level of arbitrary police violence clearly leveled up. I was tear gassed three times without being able to move in a very dense crowd; policemen took advantage that people were unable to move more than 20cm to pounce on us and bludgeon us in a totally arbitrary manner." (you can see an example of this behaviour in this video from a different protest)

Yesterday, after a day of nationwide protests that brought a fresh new wave of video evidence of cops beating up protesters and making reckless use of tear gas—at the end of a day when a special ed teacher at a protest got her thumb torn off by a tear gas grenade—this is what the French Prime Minister said:

They're not even trying to play it off like "both sides made mistakes" they're telling us they condone everything the police is doing, that this is what they're deploying them for:

(screencap from this video)

(this is from this video, in which you can hear a woman screaming "Stop it! You're strangling him! You have no right! I'm filming you!" The cops don't seem to care about being filmed. They're beating up citizens with the government's full blessing after all.)

Macron's government is trying to intimidate people into giving up their right to protest, by deploying cops in huge numbers and publicly voicing complete support for their behaviour, by allowing them to beat and arrest hundreds of people and to use tear gas indiscriminately. Tear gas has been completely normalised as a means of state violence, it's very practical that it doesn't leave traces of blood or broken bones I guess, but it's still violence, it burns, it's a chemical whose effects on people's health we don't know a lot about.

^ Paris (from this vid; caption: "one tear gas grenade after the other")

Macron condescendingly told us there's no "magic money" which is why the pension reform is needed, but he did find the money to stockpile these apparently unlimited amounts of tear gas grenades to suppress protests against his reform to make poor people work longer.

^ Nantes (screencap from a vid in which the cops throw three or four grenades at once and you can hear people say "oh come on, seriously? this is crazy. Why? go fuck yourselves" in a tired tone)

We've also found out yesterday that three Corsican MPs were pressured not to support the Assembly's no-confidence vote against the government—by being told if they didn't vote it, a teaching hospital would be built in Corsica.

The island of Corsica is the only region of France that doesn't have a teaching hospital; due to lack of medical resources Corsicans often have to travel to mainland France for healthcare. Just last month the Minister of Health said sorry, still no teaching hospital for Corsica, it's just not possible right now. Then last week some "magic money" was apparently found to build it but only if the Corsican MPs didn't support the no-confidence vote. I know this kind of thing isn't exactly unique in politics but Macron has been slashing hospital budgets to the point that 20% of French hospital beds are closed due to lack of staff, and he used the health of 340,000 French citizens as a bribe to save his ass. The three Corsican MPs ended up voting in favour of the no-confidence vote despite of that, as it was what their constituents wanted (honour to them). Macron's government survived the no-confidence vote by only 9 votes.

Whatever legitimacy Macron has as a President right now is being clung to by MP corruption and police repression. How do we move forwards knowing that, I don't know. How does he have legitimacy to govern on any issues after the way he handled this reform and the following protests? His police forces are drowning city centres in tear gas, a chemical whose effect on birds and other fauna is not known, and we're supposed to listen to him talk about the environment? They're wasting thousands of litres of water using water cannons to disperse protesters, and we're supposed to listen to him talk about low groundwater levels and how we need to save water? I was going to say, what about his legitimacy abroad but other Western governments don't seem too bothered so far by his handling of the protests—though I'm grateful that Amnesty International did condemn it, and that a Belgian deputy made a speech in Parliament this week asking his government to condemn Macron's use of violent police repression.

[Wait, I just saw that as I was writing this post, the Council of Europe condemned the "excessive use of force" in France. Saying that 'sporadic acts of violence' of some protesters can't 'justify the excessive use of force by agents of the State' or 'deprive peaceful protesters of their right to freedom of assembly'. This is the opposite framing as the one our government is standing by—sporadic acts of violence by cops that are either justified or excusable—it's refreshing.]

Between that and Charles III cancelling his visit (and lots of tourists cancelling trips to Paris which is bound to piss off the tourism industry) and our own media waking up and starting to talk about the government's brutality, I hope Macron starts being held accountable. He has been fanning the flames of this crisis at every turn, by telling us that the crowds protesting in the street have 'no legitimacy', by sending cops to break strikes even though striking is a Constitutional right (but the only part of the Constitution he cares about is the one that starts with 49.3), by condemning the protesters when asked to condemn police violence—saying "When [protesters] use violence, unregulated, absolute, we're no longer in a Republic." I agree, but he's describing himself.

When you resort to using article 49.3 to bypass the National Assembly for the 11th time this term to impose a reform that 70% of the country is against (and 93% of working people) that will force the poorer classes of the population to work longer, and your only response to people's distress at being told to work until they die is to force them to accept it by allowing your police forces to beat up protesters, to arrest them and to gas them, you have failed as a democratic leader.

The next organised protest and strike is next Tuesday (if you want to give something to the strike solidarity fund, here it is); in the meantime spontaneous protests are still erupting pretty much every day and cops are getting burnt out (good! There are fun videos from yesterday's protests of cops accidentally tear gassing one another, or a police car accidentally running into another as people laugh and clap.) And yes some protesters are getting more extreme and destructive, but Macron is the one choosing to stand by his reform at all costs and let this country burn. And when I look at what we're being expected to tolerate and to normalise, I'm kind of proud that French people's gut reaction was "burn it all."

Some popular Twitter hashtags for the protests:

#ToutCramer - Burn everything #CensurePopulaire - People's no-confidence vote #MacronDémission - Macron resign #OnLâcheRien - We won't cede an inch.

#frpol #i know french people who aren't following this closely aren't aware of how bad things got #as i said our media is finally commenting on CRS and BRAV-M behaviour but seeing the videos #for the protests is kind of necessary i feel to see how omnipotent the police feel thanks to macron #his ''fuck you i've already passed the reform idgaf about your protests'' attitude in the face of all this is unforgiveable #even if he somehow sees the light it won't erase all the violence and destruction that he caused #and that he doesn't care about #not to mention the damage done to democracy

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milk-breadx · 6 months

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with a ring pop, i'll get down on one knee - m. s.

mike schmidt x gn!reader

Fluff! ??? to Fiancés?!

A late night trip and you three stop by a convenience store. Abby finally gives you two the push you needed.

word count: 1,440 words

warnings: movie spoilers?

"Okay, okay, okay. 80's or 50's?"

"Really? These are the best options?"

"We've been here for a while, I think we've exhausted all other interesting options." You reach for another bottle of soda, opening it and letting the fizz settle down before taking a sip. "Now, pick,"

The two of you were perched on top of the trunk of his car. Very late at night, the nearest landmark being a nearby convenience store where you bought some chips and drinks to enjoy while you wait 'till you both weren't feeling droopy to continue your road trip. Abby, sound asleep at the back seat, who said she wanted to "stay up with you guys", was very eager to go on this trip. Especially since she rarely gets to go out with you and her big brother. Poor thing fell asleep and you didn't have the heart to wake her, so Mike stayed to watch her while you went to purchase some refreshments. Now, at the back of his car, you two talked nonsense for what felt like forever.

"Uhh, the latter." He takes a chip from the bag and eats it, all the while your eyebrows furrow at his answer.

"Really?" The tone was laced with disbelief and you eagerly wait for his defense.

"What? You'd rather pick the 80's?"

"Uh, yeah? against the 50's who wouldn't?" You playfully nudge him on the shoulder, unknowingly bringing up his memories from his last job as a night guard at the pizza place. Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. "...Oh."

"Idiot." Mike flicks your forehead and you raise your palm to cover it after he does. You remembered that morning at the hospital when you received his call and rushed there only to find him injured, officer Vanessa unconscious, and Abby scared to leave his side. You could've sworn you almost passed out after hearing what happened a few hours before.

Ghost children possessing robot animals? Murderer who wears a yellow bunny suit? It all sounded funny but the serious looks in their eyes and their very REAL injuries made you believe them. Since then, you've been more active in helping them out. Whether it be moving in with them to help with the bills and keeping Abby company while Mike's out to look for a job or planning something for the three of you to enjoy, all to get them to recover and forget the whole ordeal about the pizzeria.

So now, 7 months after the incident, Mike got a job, and you both saved up some money to go on a trip for the weekend.

"I didn't realize! Sorry!" You sheepishly replied and Mike gave a small laugh. That moment made you pause for a bit. Mike had no time to relax for a long time, so it was refreshing to see him smile and laugh.

"When do you think we should get going? It's probably midnight by now and I am dying to sleep. Y'know? While you drive us the rest of the way there." He says and you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

"Hey! You said you were gonna stay up with me like I stayed up when you drove!" Mike shakes head and continues eating his chips.

"No, no, I don't remember making that kind of agreement." A playful smirk starts making its way to his face. "I do recall you insisting to stay awake with me even though I said you should go to sleep," This little-

"Yeah! Because we're traveling at night, can't have us end up in a ditch somewhere?!"

The car door opens and shuts. Turning around, you see Abby rubbing her eyes as she makes her way towards both of you. Mike calls out to her and helps her sit in between the two of you.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Her droopy eyes turn to you and then to Mike.

"You looked like you were deeply asleep. Sorry, did we wake you?" Grabbing a cold bottle of water, bought specifically for Abby, you tried opening it. Noticing this, Mike grabs the bottle and opens it before handing it to his sister. You whispered "I loosened it for you" to him before Abby speaks again.

"No. But are we there yet?"

"Not yet. We stopped here because we were getting sleepy and wanted to rest for a bit before we go." You handed her the plastic bag that had 2 bags of chips left for her to pick. "You excited to be there already?"

She picks one from the bag and opens it, grabbing a chip and eating it. "Yeah. Can we go on more trips soon?"

You and Mike share a look, unsure how to respond, so he answers for you. "We'll see, Abs,"

She doesn't respond to that. Instead, she asks you another question. "Are you going to keep staying with us? I like when you're around."

"Of course. I'll be here until Mike kicks me out." She chuckles at your response before turning to Mike. "You're not gonna kick them out, are you?"

"We'll see, Abs."

You playfully glare at him and he shrugs.

"Why don't you two just get married?"

Abby continues to eat, unaware how her question sounded to the both of you, but aware of your unique kind of friendship where borderline lovers was the most appropriate thing to actually call what you and Mike had. The fumble of words from you two comes quick but Abby doesn't take back her suggestion.

"You two have known each other for years and we've been living together for months now. I know you two have arguments sometimes, but you always work it out." She whispers the last part but the both of you hear it clear as day. "Plus you said you like each other-"

Two voices yelled out, "Abby!" You and Mike look at each other, the realization setting in that she's right. When you two looked away, silence ensued. Mike was the first to speak. "Maybe...maybe marriage... is too..."

"Fast?"

"Yeah,"

Abby's smile grows but she's tired of waiting for the two of you awkwardly fumble your words and just wants the two of you to get together. Yes, she's noticed the way you take care of her and Mike and how Mike takes care of you. How the house has been much livelier with you around and how well the three of you have been since living under the same roof.

Mike's also noticed how much better the two of them have been since you've gotten closer to them. He can't deny he's embarrassed but also flustered when the parents of Abby's classmates mistaken the both of you as her parents--A story for another time. He's open to the idea. Looking back to the times you two stayed up to watch some popular sitcom that was playing on the TV or messing up a new dish you three wanted to try, Mike really felt at ease those days. And the fact that Abby loves you too is an added bonus.

"Just propose already! You can get married years from now, just ask them already!" Abby grabs his shirt and you laugh as you see her futile attempt to shake him.

Mike sees you and realizes he loves you. He cherishes you and wants nothing more than to see you smile and laugh over and over again. To be part of your life for the rest of his.

"Okay, okay, Abby stop." He grabs a hold of her hands before looking at you. "Will you-"

"You already don't have a ring, at least get down on one knee!" You laugh again at Abby.

Mike sighs and is ready to get up and down on the ground when he quickly runs to the convenience store. You and Abby share a look of confusion until he returns, unwrapping something in his hands. You couldn't see what it is until he got down on one knee and presented it to you.

He says your name softly and you get down from the trunk in front of him, smiling at the ring pop he's proposing with. "Will you marry me?"

You nod, giving him a small yes and let him put the ring pop on your ring finger. Too excited, Abby gets down and hugs you both so hard, you three almost topple over. But none of you cared. Abby was happy to see you and her big brother finally get together. Mike, relieved you said yes and was willing to be with him. You, happy to have these two brighten up your life.

I swear I was gonna finish that ushijima fanfic first but plans have changed and I have a new husband(a whole series was planned out in my delulu head)-

work by milk-breadx. DO NOT COPY/REPOST/MODIFY WORKS WITHOUT PERMISSION

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riki-riks-chick · 9 days

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★Blind Date★

︱Enhypen Sunghoon OneShot

︱nsfw! oral sex! sexual intercourse! fucking on the ︱first date!

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Third Person POV~

"Heeseung, I don't wanna go on another blind date... The guys are always weird.." You were annoyed. Your best friend was once again trying to talk you into a blind date. There was no way you'd agree. "Come on Y/n.. He's really good looking! And he's a gentleman. Just give him a shot.." He wouldn't quit until you agreed, so you simply nodded. "Fine.. I'll do it.."

"Alright.. I'll let him know.. Trust me on this one.. I really think you'll like him.. You have a lot in common." He smiled before leaving your room so you could get ready for your newly scheduled rendezvous.

You spent a few hours getting ready, wearing a periwinkle colored maxi dress that stopped mid thigh. Adorning yourself with a decent amount of makeup, your favorite jewelry, and a thin fur coat for the occasion you got cold. You also made sure to put some essentials into your clutch.

After that, you were ready to go. Heeseung drove you to the restaurant. "If you need me.. Call me, I'll be close by. If you don't text within an hour I'll go home.. Be safe.. I love you." He smiled, kissing your cheek as you smiled. "Alright.. I love you too Heeseung.. Bye.."

"Don't come home or the date is unsuccessful." He made sure to add as you laughed. "Okay.. Bye Heeseung." You got out of the car, tugging down your dress as you waved at Heeseung, watching him drive off before walking inside. "Reservation?" Upon being asked, you simply responded Lee, as Heeseung had told you to. The man led you to your table shortly after.

You arrived at the table, immediately gasping as you met eyes with your blind date. He was extremely handsome. You smiled, taking your seat as he smiled at you. Your heart fluttered. "Hello... Nice to meet you... I'm Sunghoon." He smiled, reaching across the table to shake your hand as you gladly took his hand. His hands were warm and smooth. "I'm Y/n.. Nice to meet you as well.."

"You're really pretty Y/n..." He smiled as you blushed. "Thank you, you're really handsome." He smiled at your response. "Let's glance at the menu.. Order whatever you want, I'm footing the bill.." His words made your stomach do a flip. No guy had ever offered to pay for your dinner. They were always down to split it fifty-fifty. He definitely had your best interests. "I can't let you pay for everything Sunghoon.."

"Just leave it to me.. What do you want to eat? Any cravings? I'll have whatever you're having.." He gently gestured towards the menu as you sighed, skimming the selections for something that suited your taste. You had eventually decided on something, pointing it out to him as he smiled. "I like that too.. Alright then. White wine or red?"

Everytime he asked for your preference, you felt special. No guy had ever been so considerate. "I prefer red.." You answered shyly as he nodded, gesturing towards the waiter. "Hey can we get two (insert food) and a bottle of your best red wine?" He asked as the waiter nodded. He repeated the order to make sure it was written properly, and then he left with a promise to bring the bottle of wine.

"So, what are your interests Sunghoon?" You asked as he hummed. "I'm a figure skater.. I'm currently in talks of doing it professionally, but as of now, I work at my parents' ice rink.. I teach skating classes." He said as you stared at him, stunned. "You ice skate too?" You asked as he nodded. "You do as well?"

"I used to.. I was about to go pro, but I slipped during a triple axel, and I tore a ligament.. I haven't been able to skate the same since." You explained as he pouted. "That's so sad... If you wanted.. We could spend some time together after hours.. I'll help you get conditioned to skating again." He offered and you couldn't resist.

He got better and better with each sentence. "I'd love to try.. I haven't skated since the incident happened a few years ago.. I tried skating once my leg healed, but I kept falling.. It was frustrating.." You didn't notice how emotional you were becoming until he reached across the table to rub your hand. "It's alright... We'll take it slow.."

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The night was long and you enjoyed every second of it.. He was offering to drive you home, and at first you were reluctant, but he was adamant.

"Actually.. Can we go back to my place? I don't think I want this night to end yet." He asked so politely and you couldn't resist. Heeseung wasn't lying about him being a gentleman.

He took you to his apartment, opening the door as he led you to the living room. He sat you down, offering you a glass of water to sober you up. Your alcohol tolerance was low, but every interesting topic over dinner was paired with another glass of wine.

Sunghoon had apologized, saying that he wouldn't have kept pouring you glass after glass if he'd known of your low tolerance. You insisted it was okay though.

"Here... Take a few sips.. It might make you feel a bit better." He took your coat, setting it down with your other belongings before turning on the tv. Some random movie was playing on low volume. It provided background noise. "Thank you.. For everything tonight.." You set your cup down, only just now noticing the small distance between you.

"I enjoyed talking with you.. What do you wanna do now?" He asked as you hummed, inching closer to him, your thighs were now pressed against each other. "What do you want to do Sunghoon?" You let your drunken state lead you, leaning in to whisper in his ear as he let out a shaky breath. "I- I.. It doesn't matter what I wanna do.. I'm happy pleasing you.."

"So, are you fine with this?" You pulled him closer, your lips ghosting over his as you turned towards him, crossing one leg over his lap. "If that's what you want.." He swallowed, hard, eyes flickering from your lips and back to your eyes, his heart beating out of his chest. "What do you want Sunghoon?" You wanted an answer. He gulped, "I want you.. Y/n.. I want you.." He finally spoke as you smiled.

You pressed your lips against his, letting him have control as he pulled you to straddle his lap, your dress riding up as you sunk into the new seat. His hands naturally found the curve of your hips, squeezing occasionally as his lips melted into yours.

You grinded into him, rolling your hips into his until you could feel his erection through his slacks. He slid his tongue past your lips, licking, swirling, and sucking to his hearts content as you let out needy little mewls every now and again.

The kiss was heated, both of you needily pressing against each other as he let out impatient groans everytime your hips met his in a concentrated roll. "I.. I need you.." He pulled away, panting against you as you smiled, already out of breath. "You can have me.." He smiled, watching you move off of his lap, attempting to remove your heels, struggling in the process. "Let me do it.."

He easily unstrapped the heels, taking them off your feet as he pulled you up from the couch. "Follow me.." He spoke in between heavy breaths, unbuttoning the top buttons of his silky white shirt as you followed him to his room.

He had pulled you against his chest once entering the room, leaning down to leave wet and sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulders, knowing that his nipping and biting would leave many marks in their wake. You moaned at the contact, feeling him ease your zipper down as the thin strap of your dress slid off of your shoulder.

"Hurry up and take it off.." He was eager, unbuttoning his own shirt to reveal his ab line. You had turned to face him, easing your dress down your figure as Sunghoon watched attentively. You had taken an interest in his slim, but fit physique. Faint, yet toned abs, and strong, toned arms that were revealed once he let his shirt hit the floor. You were fascinated.

He gestured towards the bed and you gently obeyed, climbing onto the bed as he followed, hovering over your figure. He kissed you again, this time more needy than before. His hands roaming your skin as he rubbed your clit through your lacey underwear, drawing small and breathy moans from your throat.

He had pulled away, kissing down your torso as his lips met waistband. He had tugged on the thin fabric, pulling it off of you and discarding it before focusing in on your perforation. He left a few gentle kisses before going in, licking and sucking to his hearts content. You let out small yet musical sounds, which all went from Sunghoon's ears, and straight down to his throbbing dick.

"Fuck.." You swore, the world falling carelessly from your lips as he went down on you, enjoying every liquid that poured out of you. "Sunghoon.." His name fell from your lips so easily, and he moaned at the sound, sending pleasurable vibrations through your body. You were so close.. "I'm gonna cum-" You could barely speak as he increased the intensity of his attack, leading you through, what you now acknowledged as, the best orgasm you'd ever experienced.

Multiple expletives fell from your lips as he lingered against you, soon pulling away with glossy lips and hazy eyes. "I've been dying to do that all night..." He sounded satisfied, working on his belt as he removed it, his pants following soon after.. You could already tell he was big.

He used his fingers, sliding two into you as a means of prepping you for his package. You were far too horny to wait, as was he, but his fear or hurting you overshadowed his raring erection. You let him finger you until he was able to easily slide in three fingers, and then you stopped him.

"Just fuck me.." You mumbled and he nodded, reaching towards his nightstand for what you assumed was a comdom. "No condom.. Just fuck me already.." You spoke as he glanced at you, worried. "You sure? I don't know if I can pull out in time.."

"I'm on the pill.. It's fine.." It took some convincing, but he finally complied, removing his underwear and letting it litter the floor along with all your other clothes. He spit into hand, giving his length a few slow and languid strokes before pressing his tip against your entrance. "Can I?" He asked your consent again, wanting to be sure as you nodded. "Please fuck me Sunghoon.."

He had pushed in almost instantly, his tip touching spots that had never been touched before. You felt full.. He was huge, and he knew it. He gave you a few seconds to adjust properly before moving slowly, letting your wetness coat him.

He let out adorable moans and other pretty noises that made your stomach turn. He was so perfect. "Y/n... Shit.." He cussed, head dropping in pure pleasure as he increased the speed of his thrusts, making sure to fuck you deep. "Sunghoon- mhhm.." You moaned his name, pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his.

Every sound in the room was lewd and hot, skin-slapping, the wet sounds you guys made everytime you parted lips, and the heavy breaths and moans each of you let out. Sunghoon was in pure euphoria, as were you.. "I'm.. I'm gonna- cum-" He was already close, having not expected to last long, and you were already nearing your second release.

"Cum with me.." You spoke, gripping his bicep as he thrusted harder, cumming inside of you as you came undone on his dick. He continued to thrust to ride out your orgasms, hips slowly coming to a stop as you smiled. "That was great.." You kissed him again, throwing your head back against the pillows. "Thank you for tonight.. I had fun.." Sunghoon thanked you as you smiled. "So did I.."

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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The next morning, you wake up to soft, golden sunlight, and an empty bed. You yawn, stretching your stiff limbs before getting out of the bed. You were wearing an oversized shirt and some sweats that barely managed to stay on your hips despite being tied as tight as possible.

You checked your appearance, and surprisingly, even your makeup had been removed. You were so sleepy after sex with Sunghoon last night, you had barely stayed awake during your shared bubble bath. Looking at your neck, you could see every pretty little love bite he left on your skin. You barely remembered him helping you tie your hair up and take your makeup off.

You left his room, easing your way to the kitchen where you heard soft humming. Sunghoon was there, cooking breakfast. "Good morning Sunghoon.." You smiled, garnering his attention as he glanced at you with a smile. "Good morning Y/n... Did you sleep well?" He asked as you nodded. "Mhhm.. How about you?"

"I slept a lot better with you beside me.." His words made you blush. "Sunghoon..." You were flustered, hiding your face against his arm as he ruffled your hair. "You're cute... Let's go out again sometime... Okay?" He asked, glancing down at you as you nodded. "I'd like that.." He leans down to kiss you. "Then I guess it's a date.."

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(if you've seen this b4 i also posted it on ao3 so its my work not stolen)

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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★𝟑𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭★

Three thousand people follow this weird as blog!?!? Oh my, oh my. Thank you guys, you all are so sweet. And the fact you are willing to follow me ahhh its an honour. I could ramble on and on about how thankful I am but I'm sure you all are here to just read the fics eheh.

So, to everyone who joined in and sent in requests. Thank youu ♡♡♡

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Make Me Yours | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Mr Choi wants to speak to you about your grades and how you have been sich a good girl for him.

Can't Get Enough | Requested By @woosanbby

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After your little picnic date, San can't seem to keep his hands off you. And he is going to do everything in his power to touch every part of you until you're screaming.

Capable of anything | Requested By @lemonhongjoong

↳ 【Synopsis】 : What was one way to prove to your father you weren't a little innocent girl anymore? Sleep with the enemy...

Play Fair | Requested By @violetwinters

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were best friends. You loved one another so much to the point that you hated each other. Well, at least video games and help you let off steam... among other things.

Fucked up | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong notices you couldn't stop staring at Wooyoung during practice. So Hongjoong did what any amazing boyfriend would do. Let you fuck his friend.

A Beautiful Creature | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : War is the only thing filling your world. And yet, with such darkness, grows a light.

Pretty Boy | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The ruthless mob boss and King of the city. A man that is feared by all. But when your fingers graze over his rough, scared skin, he is nothing more than your whimpering little toy.

Company | Requested By @changbinslovelylegs

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your father being injured has sent you into spiralling sadness. You couldn't think... So why are you begging your fathers best friend for comfort?

I'm Sorry | Requested By @

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Can Jongho find a way to make it up to you? Or will you end up not forgiving him?

What Happens In Fight Club | Requested By @kitten4sannie

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Longing stares and teasing words make a lustful mix when brought into the boxing ring.

Familiar Strangers | Requested By @whatudowhennooneseesyou

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Running for most of the night you seek save haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

Pull The Trigger | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After the gala incident, you finally speak with your father face to face. But little did you know your life was about to change entirely that night.

Mission accomplished | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Mission after mission Mingi grows impatient with your teasing and tonight he wanted nothing more than you see you fucked out and begging for him in the bar you just fought in.

Mark Me As Yours | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You forgot to tell your vampire lover your heat started. Now, he gets to experience that you taste like in the midst of it.

Cum sweat and tears | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Getting intoxicated with your very dominant boyfriend is proven to be a blessing in disguise.

Look What We Have Here | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two roommates love to make it hard for you to find a partner... but what happens when they stop you at the door of your apartment and "convince" you that you deserve better.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you do requests like this, feel free to ignore- but SDC with a female reader. She hugs them so excitingly that she pushes there face into her gahamaloohs? B00bs

omg this is so flippin funny lmaooooo. these are short little headcanons, so i hope you like them lol. have a great day anon!! <333 and thank you so much for the request!!

Stardust Crusaders with a f!reader who hugs them into her chest

Pairing - Noriaki Kakyoin x f!reader, Jotaro Kujo x f!reader, Jean Pierre Polnareff x f!reader, Avdol x f!reader, Old Joseph x f!reader

Warnings - small mention of blood in jotaro's. joseph being a slight perv lmao

Notes - omg thank you so much for the jojos request, i have been dying to write for the show. i have another one on the way too! this was such a good request and i just had a super fun time writing it lol. thank you anon! i hope you have a great day, lovely!! <333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Noriaki Kakyoin

omg, we all know that this man is after moms, THEREFORE, bazongas are his thing

"Kakyoin! You're back!!!" You shove past the rest of the crusaders and pull Kakyoin into your arms. Little did you know, his face was pressed right to your chest, his nose in between your- "Are you feeling better, Noriaki?" You pulled back and looked at his eyes, which weren't blinded, only scratched.

He'd be thinking about that all day

He'd be thinking about how great it would be to cuddle you and be pressed to your chest like that again

If you've ever done that before, or ever do it again, his face would go cherry red, but he wouldn't say a word. He would just be enjoying himself the whole time

He is much taller than you, so it is rare that this ever happens, but he hopes for the day you can get to that level to pull him down again

Jotaro Kujo

use this to shut him up

he will go dead silent

not a word

"Jotaro!" You run up to him, limping from your previous battle. "Oh, shit! Are you alright?" Jotaro runs up to you as you fall into his lap, blood falling from your leg. "I-I'm fine." You flinch as Jotaro lifts up the leg of your pants, seeing the poor job you did on wrapping yourself up. "You idiot! You can't just wrap it up yourself, get someone to help next time. God, you're so stu-" You quickly pull him towards your chest for a hug, playing with the back of his hair. His face right in between your boobs.

You had never heard him get that quiet before

You would pull away with a smile and a "thank god you're alright, Jojo, I thought you were dead back there"

And still nothing

The tops of his cheeks and the tips of his nose and ears would be dusted red

He would clear his throat, standing up, lighting a cigarette

"yare yare daze"

Jean Pierre Polnareff

this man would melt

lets be real, even a regular hug would kill this adorable little frenchman

but when your knockers are in this man's face??? you killed him

someone start planning the funeral

when you let go, he would fall backwards, blood falling from his nose

what a silly little cutie

"Guys, you're being so mean!" You pushed past Joseph and Avdol, walking up to Polnareff. "How would you like it if you had to lick a toilet?! Huh?!" You turned towards Polnareff and pulled him straight towards your chest for a hug. You play with the top of his hair and earrings and you feel him go immediately limp

You swore to god you killed him

You look over at him as he falls to the floor, a smile on his face and blood running down his nose

"Polnareff? Are you alright?" He would just shoot you a thumbs up

Whatever happened with the toilet incident, he doesn't remember

Avdol

this man is so shy

omg what a sweetheart

but he would definitely be vocal about it

You pull Avdol into your arms. You really thought he died. "It's so good to see you, Avdol." You had no clue, but the man was crushed to your chest. He cleared his throat, and through a muffled voice, said, "It's good to see you too... but... uhm... I am pressed too close you your..." You look down and see where he is pressed and gasp, pushing him away. "Sorry Avdol! I didn't know!" He smiled and rubs the back of his neck before pulling you into a proper hug. "Nothing to worry about."

He would love every second though

I think he's a sucker for anything squishy on a lady, so to get those few moments of bliss, he is truly a blessed man

Old Joseph

if he was a ladies man in his prime, you better bet not one part about him has changed

he would make some stupid joke and you'd pull away, completely unamused

"Joseph!" You giggled and jumped into his big arms, pulling him into a hug. It felt like it had been forever since you'd seen him. Joseph smirked once he noticed that he was pressed into your chest and with his voice muffled, he'd say, "I know it had been a while, but I wasn't expecting this as a surprise." You immediately jumped down and slapped his arm. "Not cool, old man." And you just walked away.

He would just love hugs though. He didn't mean to ruin the vibe. But he had to. The old fart.

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observeowl · 3 months

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 4 - Going above and beyond

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"Thanks to you guys, the bonus for this month, was give to us, Team 2 instead of Team 1. This time round, people from Team 1 won't have anything to mock us about." Millicent said as she brought us to the meeting room where Mr Stark called for a meeting.

You just hoped that this won't be a reason for you to be picked on. Once you entered, you could see Sharon's scowl on her face accompanied by her two companions. "Mr Stark, Team 2's news were too exaggerated isn't it?" One of them said. "Yes, even though the magazine press gained quite a number of attention, but we also gained a number of negative responses." Another added.

"But we can't just be beaten for no reason!" Wanda said. "Ok, ok, calm down. This incident has its pros and cons, let bygones be bygones." Mr Stark got everyone's attention at the head of the table. "Now we have 2 very important and difficult interviews coming up. They are very influential businessmen, we must take it on. The two groups will be responsible for one interview each. Team 1 will interview Carol Danvers. Wanda, I heard you are a fan of Natasha Romanoff so Team 2 shall be in charge of interviewing her."

Natasha... what were the chances that you were actually assigned to interview her.

"Natasha Romanoff? Isn't she the boss of Romanoff Corporation?" // "I have heard that Carol Danvers doesn't accept most of the interviews..."

"Then, what should we do, Sharon...?"

With the dismissal of the meeting, you and Wanda start planning how you were going approach Natasha to get a meeting. You weren't too sure about their history in terms of getting interviews and asked Wanda about it. "Carol has never accepted any interviews. Natasha was alright in the past, but ever since she got into an accident, she never accepted any interviews again. We tried to contact him previously, and did not even went past his assistant."

You nodded at her explanation and wondered what happened in that accident. "So, Natasha is your idol?"

"Natasha Romanoff used to be everyone's dream in the city, man or woman. It's a pity she got into an accident." Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her idol.

"I know it's not an easy task, but we must do our best for the sake of Team 2's reputation and pride." Millicent encouraged as she gave you all a brief guide on where to begin. "Just the thought of meeting my idol, makes me so nervous! Even though we might be able to meet!" Wanda was shaking wth excitement and it's not often that she feels so happy for an assignment. "I heard that she have gotten married, but has kept it a secret from the public. I wonder who would be so lucky to be her partner!" She gossiped with you and you replied with an awkward smile. not knowing that you were the one.

Once you reached home, you spotted Clint coming out of his room and you whispered to his name to get his attention. "Clint! Psps, over here." You waved for him to come closer. "Did you just 'psps' at me?"

"Doesn't matter. Does Natasha not accept any interview at all?" You asked. "Y/N, you can ask her in person." You averted your eye and replied. "I got no intention at all, just asking."

"What are the two of you doing?" You didn't even realised you were standing right in front of her room and got a shock when she opened the door. "Y/N was asking me about interviewing you." You couldn't believe you were betrayed straightaway.

"Well, alright, I'll get this straight." You resigned to your fate. "Ms Romanoff... Our magazine would like to invite you to do an interview, I do no know if you would like to... come..." You tried your best to put on a professional smile, but all Natasha could see was you trying your best not to break into a sweat. After not receiving a reply, you thought all was going down and there was no way she would agree to it.

"What interview?"

"Are you interested?" You squatted down next to her at her armrest and continued. "The magazine became famous because of Sherry, so I would like to take this opportunity to get an interview with a few influential people. It's okay if you're not wiling to." You reinforced that she didn't have to do anything she wasn't comfortable in doing. "On what terms?" She asked. "Eh? You've got everything you want, what else do you want? And our company-"

"I want you."

"What, what are you talking about?"

"I say, I want you to treat me to dinner. What are you thinking?" You gave an awkward half laugh and sigh. "I promise you! I will arrange for the interview."

"Really? Natasha Romanoff, you're the best. Let me go and see what Brooke is cooking, I will bring up for you." That was the first time Natasha has seen you smile so brightly and freely, like the best painting she has ever seen.

You were thinking if you should tell Wanda about this when Brooke told you that someone called you using the home landline. You wondered who would have the number as you brought the phone to your ears.

S: Y/N, you went too far! Are you the one behind what happened to Sherry? Do you know you just wrecked the future of a good singer? How could you do this?

You: This happened because Sherry wanted to help Maggie get back at me. If she didn't refuse to let me go, it won't end up like this.

S: She knows that she's wrong, you can retreat the news. Let's just forget about this.

You: Now this have already gone too far. Neither you nor I could settle it down. Also, you don't have to seek up to me so frequently. Marcus and Y/L/N's industry is all yours, I have no interest in it, so what you do keep bothering me?

S: Y/N! What nonsense are you talking about? I just couldn't bear it so I wanted to help them!

You: You are clear about your thought. This is what they deserve to have.

S: Y/N Y/L/N, don't you feel guilty?

You: I'm sorry, not even a bit.

You rebutted and hung up the phone. "Brooke, if this person calls in the future, please hang up. Don't need to get me to answer." You said as you returned her the phone.

Back with Stephanie, she was making a mess in the living room. "Miss, please calm down, you already smashed many of Mr Y/L/N's antique!"

"Go away! All of you, get out!" She threw a pillow and it end up hitting on Marcus's chest. "Steph, why are you so upset?"

"Marcus! Y/N is pissing me off. You got to help me!"

"Enough, Steph! I've already told you Maggie is just using you, she never treated you as a friend."

"Marcus, what are you talking about?"

"Steph, I am exhausted from the corporation with the Y/L/N's. Can you please not bother me anymore?" In her mind, Y/N was still a threat to her.

"Dad, look what Y/N did. Because of our family, I gave Natasha to her, but she didn't help the company and didn't even come back home to see you." She complained and whined like a child would. "Dad, this is too much!" He shook his head, saying he will think of something for it.

In the end, he made a call to you feigning illness, using your sympathy to get you to visit him.

The next day, you visited your father with Natasha and he seems to be very happy that she was here. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me that Natasha is coming along?"

"I heard from Y/N that you're not feeling well, Y/N has been very worried so I decided to come with her. But you don't look like you're sick." She has no problem saying what she thinks even if it hurts the other's feeling.

"Natasha, my dad had high fever the whole day yesterday, he has just gotten better today." Stephanie came to assist her father. "He heard Y/N is back, so he came down to fetch her, but actually he is still weak."

"Y/N, come with me, I have something for you." You followed him to his room where he took something out from his drawer. "It is my fault to let you marry to Romanoff. I did not requie you to do anything else before. But don't forget the reason why you married into Romanoff family, I have done this for Y/L/N, the Y/L/N's family! If your mother was still here, she would also have agreed. Just because of you, Stephanie gave up the marriage and accepted Marcus so that you could marry Natasha Romanoff, don't make her sad okay?" You fault hard to not roll you eyes in front of him. "Your mother left this to you. She said this would be your dowry when you get married." He handed you a jade ring you have never seen before. "That time we were so poor, so you rmum only have this favourite ring."

Despite what had happened between the rest of your family, you had fond memories of your mother before she passed. "I understand... dad."

You met Marcus along the hallway and he was trying to act like a victim and a saviour to you at the same time. But you were no longer the lovesick puppy who foolishly loved him and does everything he says. He tried to hold you back and hopes to make things anew but you weren't going to let him.

"What's wrong?" Natasha came along when she heard the commotion. "Natasha?" Despite being on a wheelchair, she must have a great upper body strength as she managed to pull you onto her lap. "Tell me, is anyone bothering you again?" You shook your head before standing up.

"If Mr Y/L/N is good, pardon us to leave first."

"Dad, Natasha is not used to eating out, we will be heading home first."

"Oh, alright then."

"There is something I forgot to say, that idol was banned by me. For saying what shouldn't have been said, and doing what shouldn't have been done. You understand what I mean right, Stephanie?" Despite not saying anything for a long time, Natasha recognised every presence in the room. "That video you recorded last time, don't let me see it again."

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You went to work once the weekend was over and Wanda greeted you with a bad news. "I heard that Sharon has some relationships with Romanoff Corporation, and they changed our interview, so we are interviewing Carol instead!"

"Actually interviewing Carol is not bad, compared to Natasha Romanoff's eccentric character, it's better to interview Carol." Millicent said. Your preparation for the interview with Natasha turned out to be in vained and Wanda missed out on her chance to meet her idol. "You two go get ready for the interview, I'll contact the person. Remember, don't mind what others say, we just need to do our job properly."

Back at the table, Wanda was still complaining how she should have fought more in order to get the interview, but you had already changed your goal and planned to contact Carol's assistant first.

"Hello? Is this the assistant of Carol Danvers? We are from Stark News and we would like to invite her for an interview."

"Sorry, Miss Danvers is not available recently." She said and hung up the phone immediately, leaving you to hear the beeping sound of the phone.

Wanda was getting unmovivated as Team 1 has already made an appointment with Natasha Romanoff for interview. You were also getting frustrated not getting any progress with your assignment. But Wanda tapped your shoulder when he noticed a handsome man waiting by the door.

"What are you doing here, Marcus?" You said when you brought him to a secluded place away from prying eyes.

"I passed by and decided to come up and say hi." You chuckled. In the three years you were with him, never once did he thought of visiting you when you worked close to where he did. He was still harping on the case about Sherry and talking bad about Roamanoff. Thing were getting risky when he trapped you between his arms,

"Enough, let go of me. I am already married, brother-in-law, please behave!" You pushed him away. Stephanie came in at the wrong time and accused Marcus of being hanky panky with her. She even pulled you in saying that you were happy now that Sherry is blocked.

"Stephanie! That is all over, why do you still mention it? Y/N is your sister, I just happend to pass by here to visit her, what is wrong?"

"Bullshit! Admit to yourself! You just can't move on from your old relationship with her." In the heat of the moment, she slapped Marcus and pulled her hand back immediately. "Marcus, I, I didn't mean it, Marcus..."

"Let's go home." Marcus said softly. You shook your head at the incident and how your life has become.

You heard a clap as you come out of the emergency exit. "Unexpectedly, I saw a good play."

"What?" You asked irritatingly after receiving one trouble after the other. "Nothing, nothing. I just cant believe it's just another side of you. Already married and still want to snatch your sister boyfriend, no wonder Sherry is not your match either." She sneerred. "Think whatever you like."

"Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"If I have time to think about this, I would use it to get Carol's interview. Sharon, you can stay here if you like. I will pack up and get off work first." You brushed her off and walked away.

As you passed the gantry, your phone pinged with a message and you realised it was Natasha waiting outside the building. You rushed out thinking why did she come to such a crowded place. And true to her words, her car was waiting by the road side and got it after making sure no one was around to see you enter.

"Why are you here?" You asked after entering. "Passed by."

"Isn't it not convenient to show up?"

"I changed by car, idiot." The car drove for a few minutes until she spoke up again. "Oh right, my father is coming. Just be at ease."

Father? You remember seeing him during the wedding and his stern face scared you.

Once you returned home, you asked Brooke where he was. "He is in the study room alone."

"Let's go and accompany him." Natasha said to you and you were shocked beyond words. How were you going to approach him? You wheeled Natasha to the study room where you saw him playing chess with himself.

"Alexei, are you playing chess by yourself again?"

"You're back?" He turned his back and stood up making your heartbeat quicken once again as he was approaching you. "Y/N... Let's go eat dinner!" He said excitedly, making your jaw drop at his new expression. He was like a golden retriever, pulling you away from Natasha. "Since that brat wants to play chess, let him play by himself." You looked between Natasha and her father as you forced away.

You were sitting at dinning table, waiting to be served when he said something again. "Y/N, come here, I've got something to tell you." You went closer to him and Alexei made sure Natasha was not around to listen. "That fool, is she sleeping in a different room from you? What are you sacred of? Tell me the truth, is that brat bullying you? I will help you!"

"No, no. It's me who is afraid to wake him up, that's why I suggested to sleep in another room." You rushed to explain yourself. "Y/N, you're a good kid."

"Alexei, I am not as good as you think."

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"Natasha! Your bed is so soft, and I have decided that I will sleep here! Tonight, you should stay with Y/N." Natasha having anticipated this, wasn't afraid of it. "No need, Brooke prepared a room for you, I'll just sleep there tonight."

When she entered the room, Brooke was putting on the finishing touches. "Miss, the room is ready, but the bathroom..."

"It's okay."

As it was the guest bedroom, it wasn't fixed with the kind of appliance that were friendly to wheelchair users. The showerhead was high up and poses a challenge to Natasha, having to stand up to reach it. Despite undergoing physical therapy to get back where she once was, she was not ready to take such a huge step in a slippery bathroom. When she slipped, everyone in the household in the second floor, could hear it.

"Nata-" Alexei wanted to help but was held back by you. "Alexei, let's go out first. You should get some rest. I will go see her afterwards. I believe she doesn't want anyone to see her now. If we remind her like this, it will make him feel worse."

You waited outside the bathroom until she come out. You saw that she was fine with no physical injury. "I'm fine." She said when she saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. "I know. I believe you."

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"Why is Natasha Romanoff so hard to deal with?" One of the Team 1 members complained. "She promised to do the interview but he postponed it again! What is she up to?" "What should we do? Are we unable to interview her again?"

"Y/N, it seems like something cropped up for princess charming, why else would she postpone?" Wanda asked after eavesdropping. "If you have time to think about this, why don't you start thinking about how we should settle the interview for Carol!" As you teased Wanda for caring for a idol, you can't help but this if it was because of what happened yesterday that caused her to postpone the interview. Nonetheless, you tried calling Carol's assistant once again with Wanda listening in close next to your ears. "Hello, we are Stark News, may I ask if Carol Danvers is free to-"

"Sorry, Miss Danver has been on a holiday recently and is not available."

"How is it? How is it? Did Miss Danvers agree to do the interview?" Wanda asked as she sees you pulling your phone away. Seeing you shake your head, she collapsed onto her chair. "We are at our dead end now?"

"Go prepare the manuscript for tomorrow's publication, I'll try to contact Danver's assistant when I reach home tonight again."

"Then I'll leave that to you. I'll go back and prepare the interview script."

After a long day at work, you finally reach home in the evening. "Y/N! You're finally home!" Alexei came barreling to you before you were able to close the door. "A-Alexei! What's wrong?"

"You don't know how that brat bullied me when you're not home. I'm so bored at home and she just ignored me."

"Did I?"

"Y/N, let's ignore that little rascal." You sneaked in a little chuckle at the dynamic of this family. "Okay okay, let's eat first, shall we? I just smelled Brooke's cooking and I'm dead hungry."

"Humph." Alexei pulled a face acting like a child who didn't get what he wanted. At dinner, Natasha was constantly putting more food on your plate, making sure you ate enough until you told her to stop and you wouldn't be able to finish everything.

You stood by the balcony after dinner, feeling very satisfied. Thinking back to what Mr Stark said at the meeting, you decided to take another chance at calling Carol Danver's assistant again. If you were unable to get a meeting with her, you'd have to find another influential person to interview. Looking into the starry night, you prayed upon the stars that you would receive a favourable reply, but you only got a negative response.

Stepping back into the room, you shivered slightly now that it was starting to get into autumn, and it caught the eye of Alexei. He gave you a glass of water before berating his daughter again. "You drink this slowly, her own wife is getting a cold and she doesn't do anything about it." You chuckled a little before accepting the water. You didn't think he had such a character when you first met him and honestly, it is a respite towards the cold character that Natasha has been giving you.

"Oi, your wife has caught a cold, you should go show some concern." Alexei walked into Natasha's home office and announced. "Is she? She seemed fine just now."

"Girls are delicate, go check on her now!" He urged her to make a move, and she had no choice but to look into your room. You were fine when she wheeled past your room earlier as you were taking a call, but now, you were spread across the bed. "What's wrong? Where are you not feeling well?" She got closer to check. You were unable to reply coherently, but you noticed her right next to you. "Uh- so... dizzy, so hot..." You held her hand when she tried to measure your temperature.

"I'm so sad..." You suddenly sat up and hugged Natasha. "My dad doesn't want me, Marcus doesn't want me. Don't tell me you don't want me either." You cried onto her shoulder. "I won't." You pulled away and looked at her seriously. "You swear! Quick! I'm about to die from being so sad. If I die, I won't be able to hear you say it."

"Y/N... I swear-." She stopped halfway when she noticed you were drunk. "Natasha Romanoff, why do you look so beautiful and so hot." Influenced by the drink that Alexei gave you, you surged forward and kissed her on the lips. "Y/N..., you're drunk."

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When you woke up in the morning, you shifted around before fully waking up and opening your eyes. In your haze, you managed to recognise the red hair in front of you and sat up in shock. "You're awake." The sudden movement must have woken Natasha. "You-you, I-." You pushed Natasha away before getting out of bed. "I just remember I have to get to the office, I have to go first."

You were brushing your teeth in the bathroom when you realised it must have been Alexei's doing last night when he gave you that glass of 'water'. You immediately rushed down to ask Brooke where he was, only to learn that he had already left, claiming to have to take care of his plants at home.

With Natasha, she called Alexei to check if it was indeed his doing. "Yup. She seemed to have caught a little cold. Coincidentally, I was brewing some medicinal wine! It was a gift from an old friend."

"You should drink less of that in the future, thank goodness nothing big happened. I'm hanging up." Next, she called Clint who was out of the office collecting some stuff for her before starting work. "Contact Carol, I want to invite Carol and her wife to lunch."

"Carol Danvers? Carol and Romanoff Corp. haven't had any business dealing, Nat. Is this-"

"This afternoon." Natasha interrupted. "Yes, Nat."

You arrived at your table in the office, and there was a feeling of contemplation and hesitation towards the next step. "Y/N, how are things on Carol's side?" Millicent came to check on you once she arrived at work. You shook your head negatively as all your efforts were for nought. "So we can only give up now? We can't let Group 1 make a fool of us. From now on, prepare for another interview! You're going to prepare another interview script for the Movie Queen Monica Rambeau.

You were working closely with Wanda for the next script when you heard your phone ring and were about to decline the call until you saw it was from Natasha. "Leave your afternoon free to accompany me to meet someone." You didn't even get to tell her you were busy and were unable to stay long on the phone. "Can it wait till I get off from work?"

"This afternoon, at 3pm, I am having a meeting with Carol Danvers."

That made you shoot up from your chair, scaring Wanda. "Carol Danvers? I want to go! I will request an afternoon leave!" You covered the receiver on your phone and turned to Millicent. "Millicent, can I get an afternoon leave? I am going to meet Carol."

"You can go now. Prepare everything you need! You must interview Carol this afternoon!"

"Do you need me to go with you?" Wanda asked. "I can go alone, if there are too many people, I'm afraid she will not be happy." You were trying to be cautious after the incident with Sherry.

To make sure the interview goes well, many people stepped forward to help you, including those you have never interacted with before.

===

"Miss Romanoff, the two have arrived, they are just waiting for you." The waiter showed the two of you to the room before opening the door for you. "What is the occasion that made you think about treating us today?" From the way she speaks to Nat, you can tell that they have been friends for a long time. Additionally, you can't help but notice another female next to her. You never heard of her getting married.

"There must be an occasion to treat you?" She smiled at the response before standing and approaching Natasha. "So, this is your newly wedded wife?"

"Yes, this is her." You glanced at Natasha for a second, surprised to see that she actually admitted to it. "Hi, I am Carol Danvers. Just call me Carol." She extended her hand and you accepted the handshake. "Hello, I am Y/N Y/L/N." "Oh right, this is my wife, Valkyrie."

"Nice to meet you." You waved to her with a smile distant back. "So, how does it feel to marry this iceberg?" She inched closer and whispered next to your ears. "It... it feels alright." You replied while looking at Natasha. "I didn't believe that you could stand him."

"Huh?" You were about to ask her what she meant when Natasha cleared her throat, reminding you that you have something to ask of Carol. "Ah! Yes, Carol-"

"Oh yes! I came this time to give you an interview. Right, Nat..." Carol was very bold in teasing Natasha, making you wonder how long they have been friends.

The interview was very easygoing. Carol was a terrific interviewee, often giving juicy content. It felt like you were speaking to a longtime friend of yours, filled with laughter and jokes.

"Alright, thank you so much for accepting the interview. I need to call my team leader, you can chat around for a while first."

"Why did you suddenly get married? Didn't you say you weren't ready?" Carol asked when you stepped out of the room. She loves to hear such stories from her friends. "When the time comes, it will eventually happen."

The lunch ended on a nice note and you even exchanged numbers with her and her wife. You have a feeling that you're going to be great friends with them. On the way back, you asked Natasha who was working on the go how she knew you wanted to interview Carol. "I accidentally overheard your conversation on the phone on the balcony." She replied. You had a fluttering feeling in your body. You didn't expect her to help you like this. "I will also be going to your company for an interview." And you instantly pout again, this way Group 1 will still have an advantage by being able to interview her.

===

"Y/N!! You're the best! How did you do it? Wasn't Carol Danvers on vacation?" Wanda rushed over to hug you once you entered the building. "Well... about this, maybe her assistant put lots of good words for us, that's why Carol agreed to accept the interview." You felt bad lying to Wanda, but you had no choice. "Luckily we didn't give up, or else her assistant wouldn't have been touched by our resilience and helped us!"

"So what if you're done with Carol Danvers's interview?" Both of your heads turn to face Sharon who was looking smugly at the two of you. "Carol Danver is only a little famous, but Natasha Romanoff is different. Her reputation is much higher than Danver's."

"Sharon, your group and our group completed our task. Shouldn't we be happy?" Thank god for Wanda's tough side, you would never have spoken up like this. "Isn't it because you have someone at your back? I don't believe that without anyone's help, you would be able to see Carol Danvers."

"Nonsense. Why is Sharon so hot-tempered? She can't bear to see us living well?"

It wasn't long before rumours spread that Natasha Romanoff was in the building and many flocked to the entrance to be able to see a glimpse of her. Her presence was still able to turn many heads as she was wheeled in by Clint.

"Hello Miss Romanoff, welcome to our company." Sharon, as the team leader, went to greet her and introduced herself. "Miss Romanoff like some peace."

Finally noticing the crowd here, she immediately rushed the rest to leave and continue with their work. "Miss Romanoff, this way." She directed them to the meeting room and had to pass by the crowd you were in as Wanda dragged you there. You quickly turned away hoping she didn't see you but when she asked about your presence, you immediately clung onto Wanda and dragged her back to your table.

"Miss Y/L/N previously contacted Miss Romanoff saying she wants to do an interview." Clint clarified when Sharon didn't understand why she wanted to see you. "What? How could it be? It is Manager Dwayne from Romanoff Corporation who helped me arrange for this interview."

"Huh, I don't even know my schedule. When did it come to a little team leader to be able to make such a decision?" Sharon was at a loss for words, the first time being faced with her cold demeanour. "Since Miss Y/L/N is not here, let's leave. Clint."

"I'll call her right away." Sharon had no choice but to back down when she realised Natasha was going to leave.

"Millicent! I want to borrow Y/N Y/L/N from you. This time for Natasha Roamnoff's interview, I will give the newbie a chance."

"Are you really that kind?"

"Are you going to lend her or not?"

So that's how you and Wanda got the chance to interview Natasha Romanoff and speak to her. You started off by handing Natasha a rough script of what you were going to ask to make sure that the questions were okay and did not cross any boundaries. "I can't believe it, it really is my idol! When I saw her in magazines I thought she was beautiful enough. I didn't expect the real person to be even more beautiful!" Wanda was unable to contain her excitement being in the same room as her.

"Thank you for the invitation Miss Y/L/N." Natasha said when she returned the papers to you. Wanda could feel like something was in the air, but she didn't mention anything. "It's my pleasure, then let's get started, Miss Romanoff." You allowed Wanda to lead this interview, fulfilling her dreams of talking to her idol.

W: I heard that you have been in the business world since 20 years old. After nearly 10 years, you created the Romanoff Corporation. Can you share some experiences with us?

N: Talent.

W: Oh yes, previously you got married, but your wife's identity has always been a secret. Can you share a little on what kind of person your wife is?

N: She's very good. Probably because she is my most precious treasure in the world so I don't want to share her with anyone.

W: Is that why you won't disclose her identity?

N: Yes, she has her own life, I don't want her to be affected.

"Thank you Miss Romanoff for your cooperation today," Wanda said as you turned off the camera recording this session. "We shall see you off then."

"Oh god! I never thought that I would have a chance to have such close contact with my idol and even have a conversation!" Wanda squealed once Natasha left the door. "Wanda, you were very professional." You praised. "Of course I am."

"Ah shit! I forgot to ask her for an autograph." You smiled slightly at Wanda, at least it wasn't just you who was nervous.

"Where is the interview draft script and recording?" There it is, the devil that is constantly at your shoulder disrupting your life. "Sharon, what do you want to do?"

"Even if we gave you guys the interview, do you think we will also give you the interview results as well?" You had to resist rolling your eyes in front of her. "Then why would you go through the hassle of changing people for the interview?" You pushed her buttons, knowing the exact reason why she had to. "It is simply because Sharon was kind to train and give a chance to newbies so you guys got the chance to do the interview!"

"Fine, if that's the case, I remember there are newbies in Group 1 as well right?"

"You mean Group 2 will not share Natasha Romanoff's interview results right?"

"Sharon, what are you doing?" Millicent came to your rescue. "Miss Romanoff shouldn't have gone far, you can ask her some questions if you want. Then you will get a clearer understanding of her wishes."

"If we are going to disturb Miss Romanoff for such trivial matters, isn't it going to show our magazine agency is useless? This time I will let go of it, next time, I won't be so kind!" She and her lackeys finally left Group 2 alone.

You decided to call Natasha when almost everything was finished and ready to be published in tomorrow's paper. "Natasha, I just want to say... thank you for everything today..." You heard the call end and noticed that she hung up on you again. But this time, it was replaced with a message saying she was waiting for you outside.

===

Finally, it's been a long time since you felt so relaxed and refreshed, not having to worry about anything and coming back home for a fulfilling day. You can smile without having to put up a front. "Accompany me to a place tomorrow," Natasha said as you were having dinner together. "Then I will apply for a leave later."

"Just to let you know, since you got to interview Carol and I, your company decided to give you a week off as a reward."

"Really?!"

"Yes."

"Since there is no way to treat you to a meal, I will accompany you wherever you go next week!" Despite dressing in simple clothes, Natasha felt your smile was able to make your entire aura brighter, and even the people around you melt.

"Does this count as a honeymoon?"

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epickiya722 · 2 months

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Can I ask your opinion on answer from this :

https://www.tumblr.com/gojuo/742796780522061824/is-satosugu-a-queerbaiting-ship?source=share?

Yes, you can!

The only thing I agree with the post is that SatoSugu isn't queerbaiting. Other than that, I don't particularly agree with anything else at all.

SatoSugu would have been queerbaiting if the ship had been promised to be canon and used as a marketing tool. Gege, from my knowledge, never said anything about making them an actual couple by the end of the series. At most, Gege wrote characters that do have this relationship that can be interpreted as romantic if one chooses. They do have a lot of romantic undertones, but it's more so for telling a story than just "I need readers".

And saying the fandom is queerbaiting using SatoSugu is... odd.

The fandom can't make the marketing decisions of what happens with JJK. Now, a person can lie and say "oh, SatoSugu kissed in episode whatever", but that doesn't mean they're queerbaiting. They're just lying.

Now, yes, we indeed have a lot of merchandise with Satoru and Suguru, but we gotta take in consideration as to what season we just finished.

The Hidden Inventory Arc which centers around the two and the Shibuya Incident Arc which most of what happened was because of those two. (Satoru getting locked up because he saw Suguru's face, MY GUY WAS TRICKED!!)

And it's not like we don't get merchandise of other characters.

Honestly, the answer of that ask just sounds mean-spirited. "(Majority) stsg shippers are just annoying as fuck because they genuinely believe their ship is canon, try to force their headcanons and misinterpretations of the material down everyone's throats, and send death threats to anyone who dares to ship Gojo with literally anyone else."

As done every other shipper, let's not kid ourselves now.

For anyone who seen my BNHA posts about ships, you know that I believe any shipper is capable of doing this. Now I don't doubt that a SatoSugu could do this. But there have been other shippers who have attacked SatoSugu shippers for the same reasons.

Hell, I just had someone try to make my NobaMaki and ShokoHime post about YutaMaki and I didn't mention his ass in that post. Like, damn, let the girls have the spotlight. Yuta ain't all that for you to throw him onto every single thing where he's not mentioned. (I like Yuta, folks, calm down.)

Also, I don't see a problem with a SatoSugu shippers believing their ship is canon. If they want to, let them. If you don't like it, skip along.

Another thing they said is how just because Gege doesn't do fanservice of his female characters doesn't mean he's above being misogynistic.

Okay, we got to stop throwing that word around.

I don't know how Gege personally and I won't say Gege (okay, has Gege actually confirmed their gender?) can't be misogynistic.

But using the writing material as an example is just kinda getting played out.

(I also dislike the JJK - Naruto comparison in general, it's gotten to the point that's a pet peeve of mine.)

The thing with the female characters here is that they feel like characters, not added accessories. Hell, some of the male characters actually feel more like an accessory to the story than some of the female ones.

Gege isn't afraid to write a complex character like Mei Mei. Nobara isn't written to be some generic love interest and chase some guy. Instead, she got her own morals, goals and even a whole backstory that we did get some insight on before Shibuya. We haven't see Nobara in a while, but remember what happened to her? Yeah, we probably won't see her for a while.

Hell, we haven't seen or heard anything about TODO AOI since Shibuya, but Nobara has been shown to be thought about by Yuji and Megumi.

Maki is more developed than Toge, a male character we haven't seen since when.

Uro was only in a few chapters but she was more entertaining during her fight against Ryu and Yuta than Ryu was. And she didn't die!

You know sometimes a fandom will say a creator is misogynistic for killing off a female character as if it's illegal for her to die because SHE IS STILL PART OF THE CAST and as if more male characters haven't been killed. And died in lame ways. And some of those male characters, again, didn't get the development female characters did.

No two female characters feel the same, that's just me.

The OP talked about how Shoko and how Gege should have developed her more. "Had he given Shoko the same care and love he's given to the boys, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. Because that would mean that the fujos would have to engage with her character and her dynamic with other characters in a meaningful way."

Shoko isn't like Suguru and Satoru though. Out if the three, she was the most "stable".

Also, the reason we didn't get a lot of her during that arc is because she was often isolated because of her technique. Shoko herself is a victim due to how things are ran. She was isolated from her friends very often and later years, we see she has eyebags. She barely is getting sleep.

And the thing is... Gege does acknowledge her relationship with the SatoSugu even later in the manga.

She herself comments that when Suguru left, Satoru wasn't alone. She was there.

Of course, Suguru and Satoru were closer. They had to spend a lot of time together. When they started to drift, that's when things definitely went downhill.

I have seen many SatoSugu shippers actually acknowledge Shoko's existence more than anyone else (besides actual Shoko fans). And they often include her being close to SatoSugu and even include her romantically with the two. (Here for it.) She'll sometimes be the one to give advice, expected, but sometimes in fics and whatnot she is written as a person than just a tool to push SatoSugu together. I have seen people draw fanart of her being involved with the situation with the Hasaba Twins.

I have yet to see a SatoSugu shipper actually hate her and deny her existence.

I'll tell you a person I often do see get ignored when it comes to SatoSugu. And that's Yaga. A male character. It's not all the time he gets ignored by the fandom, but he's more ignored than Shoko, I'll tell you that.

This is gonna sound mean, probably, but I don't think that question should be asked about anything pertaining to SatoSugu given the post is tagged "anti". Interesting as it is to see someone else's POV who doesn't ship SatoSugu, I just... eh...

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satoru gojo #suguru geto

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moonlightdancer26 · 4 months

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how differently do you think the Marauders would have treated Snape is he was female? Would they have been less vicious or would their bullying just take on a different form (like say touching her inappropriately or flipping her skirt just like removing Snape's pants)

And would Remus stand up for Snape more if he was female because would he think "no she can't handle that, they're going too far, she's a girl" etc etc

*squeals* oh my goodness I love this questionnn 🤩

I think it depends on many things — what would the professors do if the Marauders’ relentless and extreme bullying began? What would Remus say? How would the other students react to the Marauders’ bullying when it’s done in public? And most importantly, would the Marauders stop after they face consequences?

I think:

Remus would definitely force himself to speak up because the “gentleman in him doesn’t want a woman to go through that.” I’m sure his justification of the incident was “boys will be boys.” If Snape was a girl instead, I’m sure he, along with many more students and professors, would be enraged.

I think the Professors definitely would’ve done something about it. The most we hear in canon is James and Sirius getting detentions, but I’m sure they would’ve gotten way more warnings from the professors if they continued with their behaviour. And I’m sure a lot more students would report the Marauders’ behaviour (both their behaviour towards Snape and their behaviour towards other students), and the teachers would be forced to do something about it.

Another thing we have to remember is that the Marauders era took place in the 70s and women weren’t exactly.. treated the best during that time. So you could argue that a lot of fem!Snape’s experiences with them was dismissed, not only because she was a Slytherin, but because she was a woman too (and she wasn’t a conventionally pretty one). Additionally, we should also remember that James and Sirius are both privileged white guys who come from well-known pureblood families, so I doubt they would’ve faced really serious consequences, unless they took more precautions to hide their bullying of fem!Snape.

But I still think that, while fem!Snape must’ve experienced a lot of misogyny during her Hogwarts years, the professors (especially the women) would be more sympathetic to her than if she were a man (because “he should just man up” or “Potter and Black are just being boys, it’s not a big deal”).

Conclusion: I think that fem!Snape’s struggles would be taken more seriously and sometimes a few students (either guys or girls) would stand up for her when she’s bullied in public, so as a response to that, the Marauders made sure to target and attack her in more private areas in order to avoid any disruptions. And I think she would also still experience other people dismissing what she went through, but for slightly different reasons than male!Snape, perhaps some people might tell her “boys do that because they like you” or “it’s okay they’re just being silly boys” or “be more mature, you’re a girl.” And I think James, Sirius, and Peter might possibly target her without Remus because he would’ve spoken up about it more than once and they decided “he’s no fun, let’s just ditch him.” And I think SWM definitely would not have happened in public, because if it did, I think that would definitely be the last straw for the professors and the Marauders would get either suspended or even expelled.

End of rant. Thank you for this interesting question Nonnie.

#severus snape #pro snape #anti marauders #i guess #pro severus snape #snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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thebisexualdogdad · 11 months

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Can I request an imagine of male reader being apart of the new avengers and having a huge crush on Kate Bishop but always being shy around her. But when Kate's friends like Yelena Belova She Hulk Kamala Khan find out that she also has a crush on him they try to get them together. Can you make it full of fluff and a bit of a smut at the end, please

Kate Bishop x Male!reader

It was no secret that you had a crush on Kate.

Before joining the new avengers you were known as being a confident and outgoing mutant with superhuman strength but for whatever reason all of that bravado disappeared as soon as you were around her and you turned into this shy and nervous mess.

You try to impress Kate when you can; lifting cars and other large vehicles with ease, punching holes straight through concrete walls or jumping off the top of buildings and landing in front of her doing a cheesy superhero pose.

"Hey Kate, didn't see you there," you'd say as if there wasn't a small hand shaped crater in the ground now from where you landed.

You can barely look her in the eyes when she's inches away from your face wrapping up the bruises on your knuckles after a mission, she'd smile making one of her cheesy jokes and you'd have to fight the urge to kiss her.

You spend a lot of time at her apartment which Lucky loves because he has another person around to play with and gets to go on extra long walks through the city with you and Kate.

The two of you both blush whenever a stranger assumes you're a couple and compliments you on being a cute little family.

Kate thinks it's adorable whenever you fall asleep cuddling Lucky on her couch, her phone is full of photos of you and him.

Kamala is always telling people how great of a couple you and Kate would be.

"Well obviously Y/N Y/L/N likes Kate Bishop but does Kate Bishop like Y/N Y/L/N back," Yelena asks as Kamala goes on yet another rant about how she wishes you would ask Kate out already.

"Let's ask her," Jen grins as Kate enters the avengers bullpen.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Did a bird shit on me again? You guys need to tell me when a bird shits on me you can't just let me go around all day with a big white stain on the back of my suit like last time it's not funny," Kate huffs and starts looking over her clothes for evidence of any bird excrement which Yelena snickers at remembering the bird shit incident.

"Kate do you have feelings for Y/N?" Kamala blurts out blankly.

"Uhhhh" Kate gulps quickly stopping her actions and her face goes red.

"She does!" Jen cheers happily.

"Guys suit up, alien attack downtown," you say running into the bullpen from the training room.

"Oh thank god," Kate mutters under her breath, leaving the bullpen to grab her bow and arrows.

"So we are totally setting them up right?" Kamala says as Jen transforms into she-hulk.

"Obviously," Yelena replies.

A few days later they pull a bait and switch on you guys, telling you and Kate to meet them at a pizza place for a team dinner.

The two of you are so busy talking you don't even notice it's been three hours and your friends never showed up.

"Huh that's weird, you think something happened?" Kate asks.

"I haven't gotten any Avengers worthy notifications from the police scanner we rigged," you say, grabbing another garlic knot.

"I'm going to call Yelena," Kate says, pulling out her phone.

"How's your date Kate Bishop?" Yelena asks as soon as she picks up.

"My what?" Kate responds confused.

"Your date with Y/N Y/L/N, Kamala Khan says we did something called parent trap you," she states.

"So you guys aren't showing up??"

"Nope, good bye."

"They aren't coming are they," you say as Kate puts her phone away.

"Apparently we are on a date," Kate chuckles awkwardly.

"... we are?" You ask.

"This is so embarrassing I'm sorry, they found out I liked you and I guess this was their way of trying to set us up and-" she rambles.

"You like me?" You question, cutting her off.

"Of course I do."

"Kate, I like you too," you confess.

"So… we are on a date then?"

"Guess we are," you smile.

You finish up your date and walk her home, standing on her doorstep talking for another hour.

"Oh wow it's after midnight," Kate laughs looking at the time on her phone.

"I should probably be heading home but maybe I can take you out again this weekend? Maybe on a date we actually plan ourselves this time?" You suggest.

"I would love that but I think you should kiss me before we end this date," she smiles.

"I can certainly do that," you chuckle, leaning in and kissing her like you've wanted to for the last year.

You expected it to be a short and sweet kiss but Kate's hands goes to your neck bringing you as close to her as humanly possible.

You get lost in each other as your kiss quickly heats up and you discover she's been waiting for this as long as you have.

"I've changed my mind, I don't want this date to end yet," she says breathing heavily from your intense kiss, "come inside."

"Are you sure?" You question.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she tells you.

You nod and she fumbles around with her keys excitedly trying to open her front door.

Lucky is fast asleep in his bed as you two stumble through her apartment, clothes being shed as she quietly shuts her bedroom door behind you.

The next morning you wake up with Kate in your arms, Lucky scratching at the door and whining to let you know he needs to go out.

Kate stretches and wipes the sleep from her eyes, about to get up and walk him.

"Stay in bed," you say kissing her forehead, "I'll walk Lucky and get donuts on my way back."

"Hmm did you say donuts? This is officially the best date ever."

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pokenimagines · 1 year

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SFW | Leon | Fic

So, taking a bat to the canon timeline here for a second, how would Leon react to finding out that his crush/s/o was the trainer responsible for all times the world had to be saved bc some rich guy in a suit (or rich lady, looking at Lusamine) decided to terrorize the world with the power of a pokemon who has only been spoken of in legends and folktales? And at this point, they're just tired, they want to take a nap and have a good time exploring a region without all the drama.

I don't think I translated it being his crush/significant other very well. But here we go. You just being like "So this is my life." and Leon just being "Well...damn...aight."

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SFW Leon: Over It

Leon could tell you were something special from the moment you two battled for the first time. It happened by change, in all honesty. He had been lost and you ended up being the one to find him. You had no clue who he was, but he could tell you were a trainer. You had that air about you, and he wanted to risk it all and just battle you...so that's what he did. Out in the wild area, just you two and your pokemon to bear witness.

Leon tasted defeat for the first time that day. You had swept his entire team with two of your pokemon. He was stunned silent before a grin broke out.

After that, he became a bit attached. He began asking questions and wanting to get to know you. You had started off being very reluctant to tell him anything, but overtime you warmed up to him. After he revealed he was actually the Champion of the region, you decided to reveal something about yourself.

"So you ever heard about the incident over in Kanto with Team Rocket?" You began asking him as you two walked the wild area together.

"Odd question, but ya. I recall my mom talking about the gang being taken down by some kid. They stole pokemon, right?" He asked and you nodded.

"That was me." You said, making him stop, "I had just turned ten and went on my pokemon journey. It was custom to do that when you were ten over in Kanto...a bit weird for other regions but that's how it was back then. I got roped up into everything and ended up taking down the leader."

"You...took down a criminal gang when you were ten?" Leon was in disbelief.

"Yup...and recall hearing about the battle of Hoenn? Where there were two groups that summoned legendary pokemon? One wanted to flood the world, while the other wanted to create more land?" You asked and Leon stopped.

"You did that too...?" He asked and you nodded.

"Yup. After the Kanto incident, my mom got worried and we moved. I wanted to take another crack at the gyms though, and she let me. I was about twelve when that went down." You explaiend.

"So you've taken down...three groups?" Leon swore you had to be joking.

"When I was fourteen I moved to Sinnoh, around the same time that the Team Galactic thing was going on. Fought them and Giratina was basically released and...well I almost died on that one. He was...terrifying." You explained and Leon stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"You can't be serious..." He said, almost looking sad.

"At sixteen my mom moved to live with our aunt. I really just wanted an adventure and decided to run off and do it, despite the dangers. Ran into Team Plasma who wanted to enslave the world. I did make a good friend though, his name is N. After that I was old enough to move around. Decided I wanted to study Mega Evolution and study under Professor Sycamore in Kalos. Stop the gym battling and everything, y'know? Wanted to throw myself in research...sadly Sycamore had a friend named Lysandre that dragged me into another unwanted adventure with Team Flare." Leon just stared at you.

"Finally I went on vacation to Alola and discovered Ultra Beasts and discovered Aether Foundation wasn't as benevolent as it seemed. Ended up helping a kid named Lillie out there. That was a wild adventure. Now I'm here though; Sycamore said that he wanted to go himself since I'm still his apprentice and learn about Gigantamaxing, but he had too much work. So he sent me." You said with a sigh.

"And now you're here..." Leon said and you nodded.

"Now I'm here. Was planning on just watching the gym challenges and maybe try one of those raid dens to see everything for myself after meeting Professor Magnolia...but then I ran into you and got sidetracked." You said with a sad smile. "Kinda just hoping to have a normal adventure for once."

"I can make that happen." Leon said, a sudden burst of energy coming over him, "I knew you were amazing but I didn't know to this extent...how about you do the gym challenge. If anything pops up, I can deal with it. That way you can finally just have a relaxed adventure." Leon said and you chuckled.

"If anything pops up?" You teased, "How bad do you think my luck is?"

"It's like my sense of direction." Leon was quick to respond.

"Ouch...but fine. I'll do the gym challenge and if any criminal organizations pop up, I'll call you to deal with it, aight?" You said, holding your hand out to shake on it. He took his hand in yours and gave you a firm shake.

"Let's have a champion time."

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abbythewritor · 10 months

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"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader.

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

-I really hope you like my second book, and I'm excited to share this all with you, so without further do, enjoy the prologue of my new book. :)

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"Venom.....?"

'Hm?'

"How long has it been? You know....since the incident....?"

'Five years.....why?'

"No reason...I think it's funny...."

'Funny? Funny how? You were in a living hell, and you're telling me that situation is funny? You're truly are fucking weird brat...'

"Heh. Guess I am...five years ago today, I finally got my drunk ass dad to jail, and guess where that got me? Living in an abandoned house, now looking at a murder scene of a Mexican guy, where his robot is hiding in an addict....now looking back, this like I have right now is no fucking Island dream; it's paradise, am I right?"

'If this hell hole is your definition of paradise, I don't know what your vacation will be like. Do you dream about Mexicans being murdered every night? Because that's a weird kink to have.'

Your eyes rolled. "Yeah, of course I do; the blood of Mexicans aroused my blood." Venom popped out of your back. "Really?! Hah! Who knew-OUCH!" Throwing a sandwich at his head, you glared at him. "Do you really think that this was my kink?! You are truly disgusting." He let out a low growl before putting the whole sandwich, with the wrapper in his mouth, having no effect on eating something not edible. 'Can you blame me? You watch crime documentaries and celebrate when a murderer or a rapist is sentenced to death; I can't tell the difference between your fantasies or your interest, so I fucking apologize.'

Sighing, your elbows leaned more onto the railing. Eyes looked down to a house, which police cars surrounded. This house holds a special event with codes and keys of importance to Jerhico. North Sent you and Venom since if things could go south, you can grab the deviant with ease, preventing the police from being able to access the information.

You and your slimy friend have been on the rooftop for hours, getting nothing from the enemy but standing and complaining about the gruesome smell. With Venom eating all the sandwiches, snacks, and fuel you brought for this mission, it didn't take even ten minutes before another car pulled up to the crime scene, a rather old, yet grumpy man coming out of it.

Intrigued, your eyes followed him, watching the fat officer shake the man's head.

"Venom, let's listen in on those two.' "Copy, but don't blame me when they're talking dirty to each other. You can't get that shit out of your brain for a while." Confused, you didn't think of Venom's comment as he went back inside you, giving you hearing a 100% upgrade.

"Ah, for fuck sake, I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Confused, you looked around, your eyes soon landing on someone unfamiliar.

Eyes widened, you noticed an LED on the male, notifying you that it was an android. 'Why the fuck is the tin can working with the police?' sighing, your eyes stared at the android, looking around his body for any clues. You noticed his suit had writing on it, the letters reading RK 800 and cyber life. You weren't surprised that the police would hire an android, which makes them not as stupid as you realise.

"It's not a devient...this mission is going to be a lot harder with him on their side..."

"Yes, but we do know where the stray is...if we can get to him now, then we can just grab the fucker and flee back to jerhico, simple as that."

"It's not that simple."

"And why is that brat?"

"This android they hired is the best of the best, able to sense, see, and hear any human, robot, and android hundreds and maybe thousands of yards around him. He's able to track down evidence, previous situations, and many devients in just under ten minutes. If we try and get the devient out, he will know we are there, and this whole operation is blown."

"Well, I guess our time limit is ten minutes then, do you fucking know who I am? I was able to make us as silent as a mouse when it was just us breaking into Jericho, this will be a piece of cake." Sighing, you threw your empty burger wrapper behind you while hopping back to your feet. Stretching a bit, you continued to eye the crime scene below, watching as the three went inside the house, the android stopping momentarily.

"Tin can, oi! What are you standing there for?!" The android sensed something wrong as his head looked around the area. Seeing almost no one, his sensors were acting weirdly, as his eyes looked to the building you were standing on.

Venom, who quickly pulled up your cloak, covered yourself as he looked straight at you, the long black cloth blowing with the rainy-mixed win.

Smirking, you were fond of the looks of this robot, as he was not like any moddle you ever seen.

His hair was a dark brown, slicked back as the rain didn't mess it up, his skin a medium pale as beautiful, yet perfect dotted freckles painted his face.

The suit he wore from cyber life hugged ever inch of his body, his jacket blowing with the wind as well, his brown eyes digging into your mysterious soul. "Earth to fucking Connor!" Not getting anything when he scanned you, he turned to Hank and the officer, who were looking at him confusingly. "The hell is wrong with you? Looks like you saw a ghost or something.." Shaking his thoughts, Connor took a deep breath. "Apologize lieutenant, the air just suddenly changed. But, to add to your comment, Ghost's do not exist, I was just simply scanning the area." Weirded out by him more, Hank let out a scoff before turning. "Fucking androids...just...don't do anything stupid alright, we don't want the crime scene to be messed up-AH CHRIST THIS FUCKING STINKS!" A large, uncomfortable scent aroused throughout the house, multiple scents hitting the human's noses as both of them cringed with disgust. "We gotta call from the landlord around eight to tell it that the victim hadn't paid his rent back for a few months. So I thought he'd drop by to see what's going on. This smell, to be honest was worse before we opened the windows. So, have at it you two, the victim's name is Carlos Ortiz, who has a record of theft and assault."

Hank looked down at the victim, with great disgust as blood ran down the humans mouth. Multiple stab wounds were onto the mans stomach, leaving indents from his shirt. Connor, started investigating behind the two, as the old man's eyes glared to the officer slightly. "Did the neighbors hear anything or say anything about him?" The officer sighed. "According to them, he was kind of a loner. Stayed inside most of the time, and they hardly ever saw him.." Hank bended down to his level "Well, the state he's in Wentworth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. He coulda waited till morning. How long do ya think he's been here?" The officer shrugged. "Probably for a good three or four weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here, probably the murder weapon." Hank took something from the officers hands, Connor distracted which gave you a chance to get closer to the house.

Making sure the officers around the house didn't see you, you leaped crossed buildings, the trees to the victims yard as your silhouette shined in the clouded moonlight behind, your cloak still attached to your head.

Landing simply on the roof, your feet was light, so no loud thumping was heard at all.There was a hole in the middle of the roof, you walking simply closer to it as you were able to see the android, hank, and the whole investigation easily.

Kneeling down, you were making sure to be careful, as you just listened in to the convo that is going on right now. "Any signs of a break in?" Asked Hank. "Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside. All of the windows were boarded up. The killer must have gotten out the back way." 'You know, for humans without superpowers, their pretty stupid.' Nodding, you sighed. "Agreed, but, I wouldn't know the deviant was still here if I didn't have you...let's see if they can figure it out first, don't want to be unfair to them hmm?" 'Right, but we both know the Rk 800 is going to figure it out, right? He's a police android for fuck sake.' "Yeah, but, let's just hope he takes a bit of time going through the crime scene, I always wanted to watch one in real life, it just gets me excited." "Your fucking weird, you know that?" Chuckling, you adjusted your position, while now fully sitting onto the roof. "Guilty as charged." Looking more to the operation below, you saw the man, who seemed to be named Hank, holding the light up more to carlos, Connor, or the android, still was looking around, Piecing the evidence and everything together. "What do we know about his android?" "Not much, the neighbors confirmed he had one but it wasn't here when we arrived....I-I gotta get some air." As the officer left, you weren't surprised with how weak his nose was, as the smell of dead, rotting bodies was pretty brutal. Looking around some more, your eyes landed on the Wall, which had a writing of 'I AM ALIVE' written on it. Getting out a pad of paper, you scribbled it down, then writing a note that the android turned deviant, probably from the attacker. Looking up from the pad of paper, your eyes landed on the android, who looked at some red ice, then made his way to the murder weapon. Kneeling down to it, his fingers touched the blood, soon putting it to his mouth. Cringing from the sight, you had to look away before Venom popped out. 'The hell is he doing?! That's fucking disgusting! Even I won't eat 4 weeks old of blood!'

"Oi! What the fuck are ya doin'? That's fucking disgusting!" Hank told him, as Connor simply turned to the man. "I'm sorry, I'm analyzing the blood, I can check samples in real time. I should have warned you." Turning back to him, you were impressed with his response, as you wanted to Jot that down under this robots abilties. You could sense Hank was still disgusted, but slightly impressed as well as he began to back away. "Well-alright, but put no more fucking evidence in your mouth got it?" Connor nodded. "Got it." Hank scoffed. "Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit." As Hank walked away, connor continued to look around, from the living room, to the kitchen, to the hallway, he even looked out the back, trying to see if the devient walked out the back.

But to his surprise, he found no Foot prints at all, notifying he's still in the house.

'Three minutes left, we need to get to the robot. Now. ' Nodding, you quickly got up, trying your best to be quiet as Venom told you the way, you ending up in the attic just a couple steps away.

The room was full of manikins and other storage stuff, you of course seeing the devient hiding behind boxes, while of course holding a metal pipe into his hands.

Sighing, you hopped off the roof, landing in the attic with a slight thud, which alerted the deviant.

Scooting back instantly, his eyes widened when he met you, who was just standing their. "W-Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" Eyebrows furrowing, you could sense he was truly scared, and traumatized as dents, blue blood, and human blood were attached all over his body. He looked like hell, as the pipe that was in his hands shook with his body. Taking a step, you began to head towards him, in a calm yet caring manner. "Do not be afraid, I am not her to hurt you. I understand what you've been through, you were abused, correct?" Eyes widened with surprise, he held the pipe towards you, scooting back as you got closer. "H-How d-did you know t-that-" "I know all things-we know a lot of things. Carol Ortiz, hit you with the bat, almost ended your life as you just wanted to be free, wanted to be a better version of yourself. I know all the bad things he said to you, the brutal things he has done to you, you were only just trying to defend yourself." The deviants breath's became shakier, as you sensed more fear coming from him. "H-He was going to kill me...I-I d-didn't know what else to do-for the first time that night, I truly felt like myself, free, I couldn't let him do anything else to me..I-I didn't mean to kill him-" Smiling gently, you kneeled more to him, grasping the robots hands into yours. "I know..that's exactly why I'm here, to take you to a safer place." His eyes widened. "W-What do you mean by that? What could be safer, the humans hate me, how are you so willing to help?" "Because I know what your going through, androids and all humans alike deserve a better life, the weak and abused deserve to live freely without being in fear. I know your scared, and confused right now, but before the Humans find us, you need to come with me." Hesitant for a second, the android didn't know what to answer nor did he have time. You could sense someone else in the room instantly, as the RK 800 suddenly came into your view.

Eyes widened, you came in front of the deviant, Connor shooting his gun to you as Venom easily blocked it, pushing the android to a wall.

The Gunshot alerted hank, as he hurried to the attic stairs. "Connor! What is going on up there!?" Grabbing the deviants hand, he allowed you to lead the way, as both of you made a run for it towards the window. "IT'S HERE LUITENANT! HE'S ESCAPING WITH SOMEONE!" Hank let out a low growl, slightly cursing before sending more officers out side.

Connor bolted from the wall, heading to the window you hopped off of, before your eyes locked with his.

Stopping for a second, he got a slight glimpse of you, before your mouth formed a smirk, your hood still keeping your identity from being revealed.

"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" He asked, as the only response he heard was a giggle, your body fully turning to him with the deviant behind you. "The world needs to know the truth, and the cruelty humans bring. I am not who you think I am, but you, yourself will know the truth of freedom." Gritting his teeth, he saw you about to jump out of the window before he bolted, his arm reaching for your cloak.

But, before he could grab it, wind rushed in front of him, pushing connor back as you teleported away, taking the Deviant with you.

As his back slammed on the ground, his eyes instantly opened, him hopping back to his feet, his eyes and interface scanning for you.

You were gone.

Hank, who was outside witnessed the whole thing, his eyes winded with surprise as everything happened so fast.

Holding his watch up to his lips, he took a deep breath. "Tin can! Are you still there?! What the fuck happened? Do you have the suspect?!" It was silent for a second, as connor let out a slight curse, heading to the window.

No traces of you were found, as the remembrance of you and the deviant slipping through his fingers came through his mind, his LED turning a purple color. "I lost them Hank....."

"Someone took the deviant."

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Thanks for reading the prologue, stay tuned for the first chapter, which will be uploaded Monday, July 3rd.

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artzzyb00-27 · 6 months

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{💙Secret Admirer💙}

Taken from your family and brought up in a place you loathed was something screwed up. Even more so when you're experimented on to explore your "potential" in their eyes. That's how it was for reader, taken from Earth with a portal and raised by the Krang in attempt to create a weapon for mass conquer and destruction was torture.

Even more so when she got to age limit of training and was sent to Earth after the attempted invasion to try again. Secretly lightly sabotaging her "families" efforts at opportunity. It became greater with the turtles appearing in her life. She found them interesting, being in the near vicinity made her feel like she wasn't abnormal due to having powers that her captors gave her.

Every time they showed up to decipher the Krang's plans, she'd leave clues blatantly out, but not so obvious for them to get suspicious. After some watching from afar, she could tell that the one baring katanas and wearing blue as his color palette was the one giving orders. Drawing interest towards him from reader.

A few instances and being at the same place at the same time without interacting turned into her rescuing his shell any chance she could. It became scary how easily he got distracted and got his ass kicked. So using the very thing that made her a villain in anyone else eyes, she started turning the tide in favor of the turtles.

At some point after continuing to aide the guys, they realized their success wasn't just luck anymore. Specifically Leo's luck. One time when fighting some Foot Soldiers, they managed to get the slip on Leo, literally, and had him falling of a building. Instead of landing hard and cracking his shell, he slowed down in the air and landed on his feet without injury. Another incident was an attempted ambush on the Foot Soldiers trying to steal supplies at the docks and they knocked Leo out getting him kidnapped.

When his brothers couldn't reach him in time, the truck with an unconscious Leo began to drive away before it was shot at the tire, causing it to flip and have Leo fly out. After returning to the lair the brothers had tried to look through nearby security cameras to find the source of the blast. No chance. Cameras were already altered as if the altercation never happened.

Which only confirmed their believes that someone was helping. How it occurred, they didn't know. Till this point they've never seen magic before, or other mutants with powers so at first they believed it to be technologically advanced assistance. Like anti-gravitational beam guns, or biotech from afar.

When Leo was almost killed by a Foot Soldier catching him off guard, stopping mid-air floating with a katana aimed for Leo's throat and sent flying the opposite direction, Raph reached his limit.

"We can't pretend like that didn't happen!"

"I know Raph, but what do you want to do? Call 'em up and say, 'Hey, thanks for saving me! Also who are you?'" Rolling his eyes and trying to walk away from the conversation. Of all people to not be complaining about the help, Leo was not expected to be the one to act like this. Typically he'd be confrontational right away if it was happening to any other of his brothers.

"Hypocrite." That made the leader freeze. With the other two siblings hold their breathes. "If it was Mikey, you'd be begging Don' to help you investigate whoever was causing this to happen. Why is it so easy for you to ignore your own safety." With a hard sigh, Leo turned around with his head up and eyes closed.

"Fine. Let's find out who this person is." After some discussing, they came up with a plan. Donnie had been developing holo-bots. Helpful for training, and in-combat fighting against enemies. Using an AI design page that he pirated(as if he was spending 30$) he was able to make the holo-bots look like foot soldiers.

After some further detail fining, they set up the "ambush" of Foot Soldiers on turtle leader. And like planned, mystery hero showed up. Or more accurately, mystery heroine. When one of the holo-bots "cut" Leo's leg and he made a convincing groan of pain, reader leapt down and activated her powers. Before blowing them up though, they dissipated back to their mini-portable computers and Leo's injury was revealed fake.

When she finally realized he was examining her with intensity, she thought he was judging her or planning on how to attack. So being reasonable, she turned to flea but ended up being surrounded by the others. At an attempt to try and keep running, Raph pinned her cloak to a metal pole with his Sai.

"Why do you always keep saving my brother? Why you so keen on keeping him safe? Who the hell even are you?" As Raph continued getting closer, reader began zoning out and have and anxiety attack. Until Mikey makes his brother back up and helps reader calm down.

"You okay there?" With a swift nod, Mikey smiled and she gave small one back.

'At least Mikey can get through to her. Better him than any of us three.' Leo thought internally.

"I'm really sorry for our brothers behavior. We don't have a lot of friends so he's really used to being abrasive like he is with us." Reader smiled and took the Sai of her cloak.

"It's alright, I understand. I'm the same way sometimes believe it or not." She said giving Raph his weapon back, receiving a quiet apology in return.

Still silent Leo continued observing her, trying to find any malice that could be hidden. But there wasn't. This girl was genuine with her actions.

"My name is Reader. I save Leo because one I know how much you need him, and two, I recognize a kind spirit when I see one. He's worthy of saving. As are all of you, but you're brother is quiet clumsy."

With embarrassment, Leo tries to ignore the smirks on his brother's faces and talk to the girl who had been saving his life.

"Thank you, I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't wanted to save me. I hope you continue to assist us in the future." With a slight nod she gave Donnie her contact information while continuing to explain.

"I came from Earth, but the Krang took me a long time ago. Experimented on me till I turned eighteen and was sent during the attempted invasion. I'm not helping them or the Foot though, I only pretend so they don't bother me. In turn I sabotage what I can and make sure I don't get caught." Admirable, cool, smart, powerful, kind-hearted. Smitten. Leo's smitten. Does he advance it? No, he'd make Raph leader first. But god, was she attractive on all his boxes.

"Hello? Are you there?" Reader asked concerned, oblivious to what was happening. Leo tried stumbling out an apology till Mikey's laughter interrupted him. Which gained him ten laps for later. "Alright, well I need to get going. Before the Foot Clan gets suspicious and all. Byyyyyyye!!"

Using her powers to fly-jump far away and continue racing through rooftops quickly, Leo just smiled at her using her purple essence to navigate her own way. Hearing a cough he turned to look at his brothers who were smirking in amusement.

"Gimme that contact Donnie. Donnie, Donnie! Give it to me!" He continued to yell chasing after his brother who was laughing(chortling) his ass off. Raph and Mikey followed after them laughing to.

After that, for a while she did keep in touch. Would hang out at night and brought pizza sometimes for them to eat but at one point she just disappeared. Obviously, it didn't make sense. Especially when trying to message her, the phone auto sent with a notice that the phone number was out of service. A couple months passed and the brother's assumed she was sent back to Dimension-X1416.(Get the reference?)

Leo was hit the hardest, especially with little to no fights during the time she was gone. The lair been more quiet and Leo couldn't handle it anymore, so he left the lair for a bit to clear his mind. Receiving looks from his family.

When on top of the Guggenheim Museum watching city lights from afar he sighed out.

"Something on your mind, turtle boy?" That voice. Turning his head in surprise, Reader stood their with an upgraded version of her old battle outfit. It was mixed with casual clothing like purple Jordans and fingerless gloves. Smiling hard Leo got up and raced over to her.

"Holy shit!" he yelled and swooped her into a hug and spun around a bit. With her laughing as well. Setting her down, he got a good look on her. She gained a few new scars but minor ones. One the went over her nose and another up her neck.

"What's with the look?"

"You were gone for months without telling us. What happened?" Shrugging she walked near the edge took a deep breathe. Leo went over to her just enough so people below wouldn't see him.

"Foot Clan moved to Japan to gain equipment for something. Since the fight was moving over, I had to leave. And I wanted to make sure they didn't grow suspicious of me being on the phone constantly, due to a certain cute mutant turtle with a blue bandana was texting me 'Good morning' messages." Getting embarrassed at her rant/scolding/flirty statement, Leo rubbed the back of his neck laughing softly.

"I mean why do you think I saved you? Yeah I wanted to help but, there's are multiple reasons why I mainly saved you compared to your brothers." Again getting more hot under his skin Leo smirked and looked up.

"Glad to know the magical sparks mutual huh?"

"Don't push it."

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vintagepresley · 2 years

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68′ Comeback Special.. PART 2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 10,812

Warning: 18+ SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! SO MUCH SMUT. virgin reader, oral (m and f receiving, fingering, praise kink, some rough sex, dirty talk, swearing foot fetish, spitting etc. TONS OF KINKS. so BEWARE.

Authors notes: yet another fanfic I can't really explain, but I couldn't stop and this is what we got. sorry in advance for the filth, lmaoo. Some spelling errors. ENJOY.

PART ONE. :))

Relax, mmm, let loose, mmm, defrost, mm…

Once Elvis had left the dressing room and was headed back for the stage, he was fixing his pants a bit, making sure everything looked normal, in the back of his mind he knew that what he did in his pants would be a problem for later, it would have everyone asking questions as to how and when the incident happened. But he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself because only you and him would know the truth. He spotted Jerry on his way back and pulled him to the side, “Jerry, do me a favor and just check on the little girl in my dressing room, make sure she’s comfortable and let her know when I’ll be back.” He said with smile. “Yeah, no problem, EP.” He said with a nod as he watched Elvis walk out to take the stage and he headed to the dressing room, the sound of Elvis’ voice echoing as he says, “My boy, my boy….”

Meanwhile back in his dressing room you were still laying naked on the couch, all kinds of thoughts running through your head, you still couldn’t believe what just happened between you and Elvis and the way he made you feel and the person you became in those moments with him. This must be a dream. You also began to wonder what this meant, was this just a one-time thing? Did he mean it when he called you, his girl? You were so confused and yet so excited and anxious for him to return at the thought of what was to come. But before your mind could wander any further you heard a knock at door and you jumped up in a panic, gathering your clothes from the floor as you shouted frantically, “Just a minute!” Since Elvis had been living in his dressing room for the duration of the show, he had a bedroom connected to his dressing room. You quickly sprinted to the next room to clean yourself up, putting your clothes back on. Jerry furrowed his brow a bit as he heard you shout and all the commotion coming from inside the dressing room, and he waited patiently by the door.

Once you were dressed again you rushed back out of the bedroom and over to the mirror in the dressing room, fixing your hair and make-up that Elvis had ruined the best that you could, glancing down at your dress and smoothing out before taking another look in the mirror at yourself and you noticed the small hickeys Elvis had left along your neck and it made you smile as your mind wandered back to him kissing your neck and you quickly snapped yourself back to reality and walked over to the door, opening it slightly and glancing up to see it was the guy from earlier that brought you back, you smile nervously, opening the door a bit wider now. “Oh, hey… Jerry, right?” you say. He nods with a smile, “Elvis just wanted me to make sure you were okay and if you needed anything. I can get something to eat if you like.” You smile and spoke softly, “Oh, that’s so nice! Sure, if you don’t mind.” He nods. “I think the guys went out to get pizza, so I can bring some back for you. Oh, Elvis should be back soon; they’ll probably wrap it up for tonight after the sit-down part of the show.” He says with a smile. “Oh okay, thank you again.” You said happily and he flashed you another smile before walking away and you shut the door closed again, walking back over to sit down, and grabbing the remote to the tv that sat across from the couch, plopping yourself down.

You didn’t know how long Elvis was going be and you needed to do something to get your mind off him while you waited, you were starving and you thought maybe when Jerry got back you could make conversation with him and have him keep you company, Elvis did send him to keep an eye on you after all and he seemed nice enough. You flipped through the channels on the tv eventually stopping and just watching whatever was on. Before you knew it, twenty minutes had gone by and you heard a knock at the door, assuming it was Jerry. Finally. You got up and made your way to the door, opening it to see Jerry standing there with a box of pizza and bottle of coke. “Food just as I promised!” he chuckled softly as he walked past you and set everything down on the coffee table. “Thank you so much, I’m starving.” You laughed softly, immediately walking over to the table and sitting down on the floor, flipping the top of the box open. You glanced over at Jerry who was getting ready to head out. “Wait!” You shouted. He turned with an eyebrow raised. “Something wrong?” He said a bit concerned. You shook your head, “No, not at all. It’s just… It’d be nice to have someone to talk to until Elvis got back. Maybe you could tell me some his secrets.” You laughed jokingly, grabbing a slice of pizza and you began to eat.

A soft chuckle escaping Jerry’s lips and he nodded, “Alright, I’ll stay for a bit… Why not.” Jerry knew to be careful because Elvis didn’t like for him or any of the guys to hang around too long around the women he chose, he was quick to get jealous. But there was no harm being done. So, he grabbed a slice of pizza and a bottle of coke and went to sit down on the couch, watching the television. About an hour passes by and you still sat on the floor listening and laughing along to Jerry’s stories about Elvis and the things he got up to on his movie sets.

Elvis had now finished the sit-down segment of the special and he was headed backstage where he followed Bill to the room where they kept all the outfits Elvis was going to be wearing for the special. Bill wanted to make sure the suit was still intact and help Elvis out of it since he had been sweating like crazy in it and they were worried they may have to cut him out of it. Luckily, that wasn’t the case, but he soon discovered the caked-on stain of semen in his pants once they were off and went into a panic, calling Steve Binder in and telling him what happened. Much like Elvis expected, the questions began to swirl around, and he tried his best not to laugh as he walked off to other part of the room, getting himself cleaned up as the two of them figured out what to do to get rid of the stain. Elvis emerged again eventually from the back room now shirtless in a pair of white shorts that were not only short, but hugged his lower body perfectly, paired with a long black robe that he tied closed in the front. He spoke a little more with Bill and Steve before eventually heading back to his dressing room.

He couldn’t wait to get back to you especially because you had been on his mind the entire performance, it felt like it had gone on for hours because he was just thinking about getting back to you. As he approached the door to his dressing room, he heard you giggling and Jerry’s voice. He furrowed his brow, his jaw clenched as he swung the door open in anger, surprising the both of you. Jerry could already tell from the look on Elvis’ face that he was not happy. “The hell you doin’, Jerry?!” he shouted angrily. You got quiet, you’ve been a fan of Elvis’ for years, but you’ve never seen him angry. Not once. So, this was surprising. “Ah, man, nothing. I was just telling her some funny stories, EP.” Jerry explained. “I told you to make sure she was okay, not make yourself comfortable with her. Find ya own girl to tell your damn stories to, now get out! Let the rest of those sonsofbitches out there know I don’t want to be disturbed.” he shouted. “Alright, man… .” Jerry said quietly as he walked toward the door. You were confused by his reaction, he seemed unbothered by Elvis’ temper, but he knew later Elvis would find him and apologize, because that’s just how he was. Once Jerry walked out Elvis slammed the door closed and locked it and turned his attention to you, his eyes full of jealousy.

You weren’t sure if you should be scared or turned on in this moment, he looked so good, especially in that black robe, but you could tell this was no game. Was he jealous? Impossible. You stared up at him as he walked toward you and you slowly stood up off the floor, playing with your hands nervously, “Elvis…. He wasn’t doing anything... I just got bored in here by myself is all….” you say softly. He stepped closer to you now, not saying a word, his body brushing slightly up against your own the closer he got, his face was inches away from yours, you stared into those gorgeous blue eyes that were a darker shade of blue now. “Elvis..” Before you could even get another word out, his right hand had tightly grabbed a hold of your waist, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you softly and you thought you’d melt right into him in this moment, until he pulled back and a pout formed on your lips, now he was staring at you intensely. Fuck he is so sexy. “What did I say to you earlier? You’re my girl. I don’t want to catch you with another man in my dressing room, giggling like a goddamn schoolgirl.” He said sternly. You felt your eyes beginning to water from the way he was speaking to you but composed yourself. Nothing happened. Why was he so jealous? You couldn’t understand.

You began to look down at the ground as you grew quiet. He sighed and brought his hand up from your waist and placed his index finger beneath your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at him again, his eyes now back to their ocean blue color and he pressed another kiss your lips, his features now softened and spoke softly, “I’m not angry with you, little one. I-I like you and I just get a bit jealous, I’m sorry.” You nodded slowly at his words, leaning toward him to steal another kiss from his lips. You couldn’t help but want him even more despite his small outburst, you hate to admit that it turned you on. Him being jealous over you? It made you weak in the knees at the thought.

He smiled a bit and pulled his hand away from your face and brought it down to grasp your left hand, intertwining his fingers with your own as he tugged gently for you to follow him as he walked back toward his bedroom, following closely behind him you didn’t really get a good look at the setup of bedroom earlier when you were in a panic getting your clothes on, but as you looked around it was dimmed lighting, dark curtains and bedding. The room looked as if whoever was staying here was a vampire, it was interesting to say the least. “Sit down, baby.” He said as he let go of your hand and pointed toward the bed.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, biting down on your bottom lip curious at what he may have planned for the two of you now, watching him closely as he walked over to a table that had a bunch of his personal belongings, he grabbed a small box and pulled out a white filtered tipped cigar, placing it between his lips and grabbing the lighter that sat on the table, bringing it up to light the tip of the cigar. You licked your lips slowly, even him smoking was hot, you couldn’t help but stare, aroused at the sight. What hell is wrong with me? He inhaled sharply and then shortly exhaled, a cloud of smoke forming around him and now he was walking over to you, the cigar hanging from his lips. He was standing directly above you now, you stared up at him, his hands reaching up to brush some of your hair out of your face before cupping it gently and brushing the pads of his thumbs against your cheeks. “Baby, you were on my mind the entire time I was out on that stage. I could hardly focus…” his words a bit muffled with the hanging cigar in his mouth. A small giggle escaping your lips, your face nuzzling into his left hand and staring up at him innocently, pressing small kisses against his hand as you mumbled, “You’re all I was thinking about too…” A grin forming on his lips, bringing his right hand up to grasp the cigar between index finger and thumb, tapping some of the ash off into the ashtray that sit on the bedside table, bringing it back up to lips to take another puff from it, holding it back between his fingers.

He bit down on his bottom lip, he had something on his mind that he wanted to try with you, but he didn’t know how to ask, he wasn’t sure you would go for it. He knew you were still new at this, and he didn’t want to push. But it was running through his mind, the possibilities. His left hand still against your cheek and now he was lightly running his fingers through your hair. “Baby?” He hummed softly. “Yes, Elvis?” You cooed, leaning into his touch more. “I-I… have a q-question…” he asked nervously. He was stuttering now and that only happened when he was nervous about something, you noticed how strange he was acting; you raised an eyebrow curiously at him. “Yes?” you responded. “Y-You can say no, but… I-I was wonderin’ if you’d let me try something with you.” He spoke. You were still confused at what he was trying to ask and was hoping he’d get to the point. “Well, what is it, silly?” you laughed softly.

He leaned over to put his half-smoked cigar out in the ash tray, his hands finding your face again, caressing his fingers lightly against your skin. “Okay, I have a camera and I thought… to make things a little more fun that maybe you’d let me… Ya know, film you?” he asked. You sat up a bit straighter now, not sure how to respond to that and now you got up from the bed, pulling away from his grasp, walking away from him, your arms folding over your chest and your back turned to him as you responded, “Why? So, you can show this to other people? Your friends? I know what I did earlier was new to me, and I was more than willing to fulfill your needs. But I’m not that kind of girl, Elvis.” His eyes widen a bit, rushing over to you now, his arms around your waist, turning you to face him, his hands brushing up and down your arms, causing shivers to run down your spine and goosebumps to form. “No, no, baby…. I wouldn’t show it to anyone. It would be just for me, I promise. I would never do that. I’d just like to film us together… Please… For me, little one?” he cooed. You looked up at him now, biting the inside of your cheek nervously, you looked into his eyes, and you could tell he was telling the truth from the innocence in his voice and the look on his face, you couldn’t believe you were considering this, but how could you say no to him, your arms dropping from your chest. You let out a soft sigh, “If I do this with you, you promise it would be for your eyes only?” you asked. He nodded, “I swear to you, darlin’.” He hummed. “Okay, let’s do it then…” you said softly.

His face lit up at your words, and he pulled you up against him, pressing a gently kiss to your lips as he whispered against them, “Oh, you are in for a treat, little one. I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine… And you won’t forget this time.” He grinned. Your lips still close to one another, a quiet needy whimper escaped your lips at his words, and you quickly bit down on your lip in embarrassment, blushing, knowing he heard it of course. You couldn’t help yourself; he made you feel crazy, and he didn’t even have to do much. He stole another kiss before pulling away and disappearing into the next room. You brought your right hand up to your lips, biting on your fingertips anxiously as you heard him in the other room fumbling around with things, you sat down on the bed.

Elvis comes walking back into the bedroom, camera in hand now along with a small tripod and he had a boyish grin on his face as he began to set it up. “W-What should I do, Elvis?” you said nervously. “I want you to just relax, darlin’. I’ll guide you through what I want you to do for me.” He smirked, once he had the camera set up where he wanted, he turned the camera on, but it wasn’t recording yet. He gestured for you to come over to him with two fingers, you slowly rose from the bed looking nervously at the camera as you walked over to him, he reached up and removed the headscarf from your hair, strands of hair that you had held back now falling in front of your face, he brushed the strands behind your ear with smile. He whispered softly to you, “When I start recording, I want you to take your dress off for me, slowly. But keep your bra and panties on, and those cute knee-high stockings of yours, baby. I just want you to run your hands along your body for me, touching every inch of yourself, I’ll tell you what to do after that…” You nodded, biting down on your lip, completely turned on already by the way he was giving you directions, he grabbed a hold of your hand and brought you back to the bed standing you directly in front of the camera.

You stood there exhaling sharply, trying to relax yourself because even though you’ve just met him, for some reason you felt like you could trust him with your life and that brought some comfort to you. He was standing back behind the camera now, pressing a button on the side and now a red light was flashing, which meant he was now recording. You hesitated at first. But reached your hands around to unzip your dress and you began to slowly shimmy out of it, letting it fall to the floor, remembering the directions he had given you, you began run your hands along neck, down to your chest, gently squeezing your breasts through your bra and running your hands slowly along your abdomen and down to your hips and then over the front of your panties, letting your fingertips linger there for a moment as you looked into the camera and then at him waiting to hear his approval. He smirked when you looked at him, “Good girl…” He said softly. “Now, turn around and climb onto the bed for me, baby... But don’t turn back around until I say.”

You nod your head slowly, turning around for him, looking back at him over your shoulder a bit before climbing onto the bed slowly, sitting up on your knees as your back was still facing him, waiting for his next directions, he exhaled sharply he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, “Unhook your bra, but don’ take it off completely yet. Then turn around and let it fall to the ground.” He whispered. You reached around to unhook bra, the straps slowly falling down your shoulders and slowly removing your arms, covering the front of your bra with your right arm to keep it held up, slowly turning yourself back around to face him, removing your arm and letting it fall to ground, the cold air hitting your nipples causing them to get hard, you whimpered softly at the sensation. “Fuck… now lay back and spread those legs wide open and touch yourself, baby.” He mumbled softly.

You were surprised at how much you were starting to enjoy this, and you could feel yourself already becoming wet and you’ve hardly gotten started, you knew he had a lot in store for you especially after saying you forget you’re his and you felt your face turn red at the thought. You followed his new demands and now propped yourself against the pillows, your head resting against the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs wide open, completely exposed to him, staring into the camera now innocently as you lifted your right hand up and slowly guided it down your abdomen and stopped right above your panty line, tracing your fingers slowly along the hem of your panties, keeping your eyes on the camera, then slowly trailing fingers further between your legs, stopping right above your pussy, brushing your fingers along your already soaked through panties, glancing at him and whispering softly, “Like this, daddy?” you smirked, rubbing two of your fingers up against the fabric of your panties, causing a bit of friction that made you whimper softly. At this point Elvis wasn’t even looking through the camera anymore, his eyes were directly on you, licking his lips slowly, “Such a good girl.” He mumbled under his breath.

He stepped back from the camera now and began to untie the front of his robe, slipping it off and letting it fall to the ground, your eyes widen at the sight of him and what he was wearing underneath, he was shirtless and the white shorts he was wearing caught your eye because they looked like the ones he once worn in his movie, Blue Hawaii, they hugged every part of his lower body the same way they did in the movie. You would recognize those anywhere, you remember not being able to keep your eyes off them in the film and the way he moved in them, the way his bulge was visible, how great his ass looked in them, now your eyes were lingering down to his bulge that had grew in his shorts, his cock practically screaming to be released from them. Fuck him for wearing those shorts. You could feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, distracted by him.

“Ah, Ah… Did I tell you to stop touching yourself, darlin’?” he asked. You gulped slowly your eyes still on his cock, shaking your head and you pressed two of your fingers up against the fabric of your wet panties again, rubbing a bit rougher than before and your hips moving in sync to gain that friction you were yearning for now, whimpering softly, watching him closely as he began to touch his cock through his pants as he watched you, he was licking his lips and grinning at the sight of you. “Goddamn… You’re beautiful.” He mumbled and suddenly he got an idea, and he reached over to grab the camera off the tripod and now holding it in his hands, moving closer to you, he got a close shot of your face and then moved down to get some of your body as well, standing at the end of the bed now, he gestured for you to move toward him, “C’mere, baby.” He hummed. You slowly scoot yourself down toward him till your feet were nearly hanging off the edge of the bed, your legs still spread open for him. You watched him closely, wondering what his next move was, anticipating it.

He leaned forward now the camera in between your legs, getting close shots of your wet panties, this made you blush so hard because the camera was so close to you down there. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could go get a better look at what he was doing, nipping at your bottom lip. As he held the camera in his right hand, he brought his other hand down to press firmly against your panties, this caused your body to jolt a bit from the feeling and you let out a soft gasp because you were so sensitive down there now, he smirked when he felt how incredibly wet you already were for him and now he was pressing his finger harder against you, rubbing his fingers slowly against you, the fabric of your panties slipping between your folds, you let out a shaky moan, moving your hips forward him against him. He was getting every minute of this on camera, making sure that it was still close on your panties, the harder he pressed his fingers against you the further the fabric moved between your soaking wet lips, letting out few more small whimpers, he chuckled lowly at the sounds you were making. “Shhh… You’re being such a good girl, getting all wet for me like this….”

He pulled his fingers away and they lingered up to the hem of your panties and your eyes lit up with excitement thinking he was going to take them off, but no, that’s not what he had in store for you… not yet. He grabbed the hem of your panties and began to move them up and down, he had pressed the fabric of your panties deep between your folds that the fabric was rubbing right up against your sensitive, swollen clit each time he moved your panties up and down, now you were moaning softly, your head tilting back slightly, you couldn’t believe how incredibly good this felt and he wasn’t even using his fingers against your clit, he pointed the camera up towards your face because he wanted to make sure he captured the faces you were making because of him and then he pointed the camera back down between your legs, gripping the hem of your panties a bit tighter as he moved them up and down faster now, the friction forcing your eyes to roll back, you let out a whimpering moan, pursing your lips together, gripping at the sheets, thrusting your hips forward just a little each time he moved your panties against your clit.

You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs now, you tilted your head back up, opening your eyes to look at him. “E-Elvis… Please…. I want to feel your fingers inside of me….” You begged. You watched that teasing smirk form on his lips, you never knew what he was thinking or going to do next. He let go of your panties and brought his fingers back down your soaking heat, your panties still stuck between your folds, his fingertips caressing them gently, his fingers being coated in your slick, your breathing becoming heavy from all his teasing as you watched him, two of his fingers lingering over your entrance, that was covered up by your panties, you raised an eyebrow pondering what he’s about to do, he didn’t even bother to move them to the side he just shoved two of his fingers inside of you, panties and all, pumping them in and out of you. “Fuck, baby… You’re so tight around my fingers….” He grunted out, he nearly almost dropped the camera out of his other hand because of it, you let out a loud gasp, you still weren’t used to this feeling, you had lost your virginity just hours ago to him, so it made sense.

You squirmed beneath his touch as you felt his long fingers pumping inside of you, you so badly wanted to force your legs closed from all friction he was causing with fingers inside and the small fabric of your panties he had pushed inside along with them, he kept his movements long and slow your eyes rolling back as you let out an airy moan his name slipping past your lips, “E-Elvis…” He glanced up at you with a smirk, the camera steady in his hand as he capture every movement, every angle between your legs, he pulled his fingers out of you and your eyes opened immediately with a pout and he hooked his index finger around the fabric of your panties that was wedged in between your wet folds and pulled it out causing you to whine and squirm, the fabric completely soaked through. You stood back up now, and you watched him carefully as he stood closely above you, your eyes darting down to his cock that look like it was ready to burst out of his shorts, you bit down on your bottom lip, lifting your right leg up and grazing your foot gently over the bulge in his shorts, a soft sound emitting from his lips from your touch, pointing the camera downwards to capture it.

But he grabbed a hold of your ankle, moving your foot away and shaking his head at you slowly. “I’m not finished with you just yet, baby.” He spoke softly. “Now take your panties off.” He demanded. He pointed the camera but to you now, zooming in slowly as he watched through the lens. You were getting so excited now, the fact that he had the ability to make you feel so many things at once amazed you, you just wanted him to ruin you, you nodded slowly to his words and sat yourself up and lifted your hips a bit as you hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and began to very slowly pull them down for him, once they were down your legs and to your ankles, you leaned back again propped up on your elbows, slipping your left leg out of your panties and lifting your right leg up to him, your panties dangling from your ankle in front of him, smirking to yourself. You watched him lick his lips and he reached up to grab to them. “You’re not getting these back…” He hummed, tossing them over to where his robe laid on the floor. You giggled softly and brought your leg back down to the bed, your legs spread wide open once again and now your wet pussy was on full display for him, your juices dripping from it slowly, he leaned forward once again, his knee resting against the edge of the bed, the camera back between your legs as he captured every inch of your pussy.

He lifted his left hand and brought it down to brush his cold, long fingers up and down between your folds slowly, you shivered from his touch, whimpering, your hips moving forward slightly wanting to feel more, two of his fingers pushing in between your folds, moving up and down slowly, the pads of his fingertips circling gently over your swollen clit, your feet curling against the edge of the bed, you let out a soft moan, he continued to tease your clit, his fingertips circling faster around the sensitive bud, your breathing becoming heavy, tilting your head back, rocking your hips against his fingers, mumbling softly. “S-Stop teasing me… I want your fingers inside… Please-e.” you begged him. You tilted the camera up to your face, smirking. “Let me hear ya beg some more first, pretty baby.” He said teasingly, his fingers still playing with your clit. You tilted your head back up to look directly at the camera that was pointed closely to your face now, your voice innocent and soft, whimpers escaping quietly. “E-Elvis…. Please, baby… I want to feel your fingers inside of me so bad… P-Please, I need you…” you whined loudly.

Before you could get another word out, you felt two of his longer fingers pushing deep inside of your soaking pussy, inching them slowly so they were buried deep, you let out a loud moan, quivering beneath him, your legs already shaking, you were so sensitive no matter how he touched you, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, your head tilted back, biting down your lip, whimpering and moaning as he began to pump his fingers inside of you slow and long, you started to slowly grind your hips up against them, moaning out his name, the wet noises becoming louder the faster he started to pump his fingers into you, he was still holding the camera steady, recording all of it. Your elbows practically gave out on you as you fell back against the bed, arching your back and your hands tugging at the sheets now. “F-Fuck… E-Elvis…. Baby...” you cried out. He was enjoying every minute of this, seeing you begging and crying out for him, wanting more of him, completely soaking his fingers. It was getting hard for him to hold back and not fuck the hell out of you right now, but he wasn’t finished. He had more he wanted to do, more he wanted to film.

“Mm, look at you… making such a mess on my fingers… My dirty girl.” he cooed. Now he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots now, pumping faster and now he was pressing his thumb up against your clit, rubbing it gently in tune with his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Elvis!” You cried out, feeling your body going almost limp as you began to shake, toes curling, you didn’t know what was happening now or what you were feeling. You felt like you were about to cum, but it felt different this time, almost as if you had to pee. What the hell? But before you could even question further about what was happening, your body bucked beneath him, his fingers pumping at a quicker pace, his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, the sounds leaving your lips growing louder by the minute, unable to feel your body now as a warm liquid came squirting out of you, all over his hand and even onto him and on the camera a little that was still close by. “Oh, fuck yes, little mama. That’s a good girl.” He praised. You felt your body become weak, his fingers slipping out of you, you laid there unable to catch your breath, nor comprehend what you just did, you were shaking, the sound of your voice airy, embarrassed. “I-I…. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head with a boyish grin, angling the camera directly at your dripping pussy, filming the mess you made all over his bedsheets, biting his bottom lip, and then he leaned down against you now and capturing your lips with a kiss and he spoke softly against them, “Sorry for what, mama? That was so fucking hot. I want you to do it again for me…” he said. Your eyes widen a bit at his words, he must be crazy, you could hardly feel your body right now and he’s expecting you to do it again? You whispered softly, “I-I don’t know if I can, Elvis….” He chuckled softly at your words as he stood up straight again, his knee still resting against the bed. “Oh, baby, you will.” He teased.

He pulled his knee back now, standing up straight and once you had a moment to collect yourself, you sat back up on your elbows. “I want you to go sit back against the headboard of the bed now. Your legs still spread open for me.” He demanded. You nodded your head slowly at his words, your body still feeling weak, you carefully and slowly scooted your way back to rest up against the pillows and the headboard, keeping your legs spread open for him still, you weren’t sure what he was doing now, but you knew it was going to be creative. You watched as he walked over to you now and he flipped the camera around so that it was facing him, and he handed it to you. You looked confused but took the camera into your hands anyway. He smirked down at you as he spoke, “I want you to watch me make you squirt again, I want you to film every bit of the mess you’re going to make….” You chewed at your bottom lip hungrily, hanging onto his every word, nodding, peering down at his shorts to see he was still rock hard. Jesus.

He walked away for a moment and into another room, you raised an eyebrow curious as to what he could’ve been doing, he walked back out with the wide grin plastered on his lips, your eyes wandering down to the flesh toned dildo in his hands, you had to do a double take when you realized what it was, your mouth falling open. Is he going to fuck me with that? You pursed your lips together, your eyes widening at length of it, and he walked over to you now, reaching a hand over to brush some of the hair out of your face. “You don’t mind if we use some toys do ya, baby?” he said softly. What kind of question is that? As if I’m going to say no at this point… You shook your head at his question, clearing your throat as you responded, “No… I-I don’t mind.” He nodded with smile, “Good. Now make sure you’re angling that camera down at me, baby.” He muttered. Now he was climbing onto the bed with you settling himself between your legs, placing the dildo off to the side and wrapping his strong arms around your thighs as he pulled you a bit closer to him now. You let out a small sound as he did, and you had no idea how you were going to manage to hold the camera steady once he got started.

He slowly began to trail kisses up and down your right thigh, his soft lips causing goosebumps to form all over, he had the most beautiful lips, and they were so soft, you loved it. You watched him through the lens of the camera, continuing to press soft and gentle kisses along both of your inner thighs until he finally reached the spot that yearned for him the most, still dripping in that hot liquid that came out of you not five minutes ago, he licked his lips as he stared at your pussy, a soft “Mm..” escaping his lips at the sight, you whimpered softly, his eyes then fluttering up to look directly into the camera as his engulfs your pussy lips into his mouth, his tongue gliding up and down in between your lips, finding your clit and circling around it slowly. You gasped loudly, you were so fucking sensitive at this point that it felt like your body went into shock from his touch, you began to moan softly as you felt his tongue against your clit, trying your best to keep the camera steady on him, his eyes still piercing the camera with that look of lust in his eyes as his tongue lapped over your clit in a faster motion, you could hear him faintly groaning up against your pussy as he ate you out, the vibration from his mouth causing you to squirm at the feeling, your eyes slowly rolling back. How is he so good at this? FUCK. You could already feel your legs shaking once again and he tightened his grip on your thighs to keep you still, he lifted his head up slightly, his mouth and face covered in your juices, he mumbled out the words, “Relax, mama… I don’t want you cummin’ just yet.” You were trying your best, but you were so overstimulated you didn’t think you would make it.

He buried his face back into your pussy, sucking softly on your clit now and flicking it between his tongue, you feel your body jolt and you’re whimpering his name loudly, “… El-viss… E-Elviss…” your hips slowly rocking into him. He guided his tongue further down between your lips, now circling your entrance with it before plunging his tongue deep inside of you, pumping it out of you at a steady pace, those blue eyes of his finding their way back up to look at the camera, a sly smirk dancing on his lips. You grip the camera in your right hand tightly to keep it steady and reached down with your left hand to grab a hand full of his dark locks, pulling and tugging at it gently, pushing his face deeper against you as you cried out in pleasure and now your hips were moving up against him in tune with his tongue pumping in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, you didn’t know much longer you could hold on if he continued this.

He could tell you were getting close, so he slowly pulled his tongue out and pulled his face away, you let out a needy whine and he glanced up at you, “Don’t worry, little one… I’m going to give you that sweet release you want.” He smirked. You watched him with desperate, hungry eyes, his face and mouth coated in your slick, and he held his left hand out and spit on two of his fingers, shoving them deep into your tight pussy, pumping them slowly, he could feel you tightening around them, so he slipped another finger in, he wanted you ready to take that dildo deep inside, so continued to pump at a slow pace. Your moans coming out almost silent now as you felt his long fingers inside and you could feel your walls stretching around them. “Mmm… there you go, baby… Just like that…” he mumbled.

He pulled his fingers out of you, your juices dripping from them, and he reached over to grab the dildo now, biting down on his lip with a smirk, you gulped slowly as you watched him, he brought it down to your pussy now, guiding the head up and down between your lips, wanting to coat it with your juices, your toes curling and your back arching at the feeling, he let the dildo linger between your pussy lips and you watched as he spit on it, you could feel his salvia dripping down your pussy and he did it once again, lining the head of the dildo up with your entrance. The anticipation was killing you; you gripped the sheets beneath you with your left hand, holding on for dear life to the camera, watching him spit down on it one more time before he started inching the dildo inside of you, your walls slowly stretching around the length of it the further he inched it in, you were panting now and letting out whimpers that sounded like cries, he lifted his right hand to sit on your left thigh, caressing it gently, “Good girl… Just relax, it’ll only hurt for a moment.” He cooed.

He was right because once your body had adjusted to the size and had stretched around the dildo, the pain you were feeling went away and it soon turned into pleasure and now he began to pump the dildo inside of you slow and long, each time it moved out of you it was becoming more and more coated with your juices, each time he plunged it deeper inside of you, grabbed the camera from you with his free hand and holding it close up so he could film the dildo moving in and out of you, he was kidding when he said he wanted to capture every moment. “Goddamn, baby… I love watching you take that cock and making such a mess for me.” He muttered. You could hardly even hear him at this point your eyes were shut closed, your head thrown back in pleasure, your left hand clawing the bed sheet, moaning loudly as your body moved along with his pace. He placed the camera back in your right hand and you tried your best to keep your grip on it.

As he continued to fuck you with the toy, he leaned down now, his face back between your legs and now he was sucking on your clit, grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud, and flicking his tongue around it, lapping every bit of it up into his mouth. You felt your hips buck, your body tensing from all this pleasure, your toes curling so much that you hand the sheets gripped between your toes, his name leaving your lips like it was your mantra, the sound of it echoing throughout the room. “E-E-El-visss…. E-Elvis.. Oh god…” your orgasm building back up in the pit of your stomach again, growing more and more and now that same feeling was back from earlier, the strange feeling, as Elvis continued to quicken his pace, you felt your body growing weak, your legs about to give out and he pulled his face back, “C’mon, baby... Make a mess for me again, c’mon….” he begged, grabbing a hold of the camera now with his free hand as he kept the other on the toy, continuing to pump it deep inside you, making sure the camera was close. Once you heard his words, your back arched further and there it went, that hot liquid squirting out of you as you reached your orgasm at the same time, crying his name out in pleasure as you came all over the toy, you rode your orgasm out on the toy and you felt so weak once your body came to a stop, you could hardly move now, Elvis pulling the dildo out of you, you made even a bigger mess now, on the bed, on Elvis, on the camera. “Fuckkkkk…. That was so hot, baby. My messy girl.” He muttered excitedly, moving the camera around filming the mess you made between your legs, on his bedsheets again and on him. You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, you felt so weak but felt so good at the same time, smiling up at him.

You couldn’t believe that he made you squirt and cum at the same time, you didn’t think you could possibly do more, but you knew he wasn’t finished yet, especially with that hard on still aching in his pants. You were feeling so crazy now, not even just physically, but emotionally. All these emotions were new, and you didn’t have time to even think more about them because Elvis was getting up and standing back at the end of the bed, gesturing for you to scoot back down toward him. Your body tired and weak, you hoped you’d get your second wind as you slowly scooted yourself down toward him, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed, sitting up now. Elvis was passing the camera back to you now with a smirk.

“Alright, little one… It’s your turn behind the camera.” He teased and you raised an eyebrow at him chewing at your bottom lip as you stared up at him, he looked beautiful as always, his skin glowing as your eyes lingered up and down his bare chest and down to his shorts, the sight of his hard on turning you on more. You nodded at his words as you spoke softly, “Is there anything specific I should be doing, Elvis?” you asked. “I want you to please me, baby and make sure you film it all, okay?” he muttered. You nodded your head once again and you held the camera up steady and watched through the lens as he began to rub his right hand over his hard cock, squeezing it through the fabric of his shorts.

You watched closely with wide eyes and didn’t want to watch through the camera, so you lifted your head up a bit to get a better view, you smirked a bit and lifted your right leg up and letting your left foot graze his left thigh slowly, the fabric of your knee-high socks, causing a shiver down his spine, you knew he loved them and how they looked on you, so you continued to brush up against thigh and slowly moving your foot up high, pushing the hand that was on his budge, gesturing for him to move it, he grinned and did as he was told, you slowly began to rub your foot up and down his budge, the feeling of his hard cock against your foot causing you to get wet again, now you were pressing your foot firmly against it, watching his head tilt back a bit as he let out a few soft groans, you giggled. You decide you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine for teasing you the way he did, and now you brought your left foot up to his budge, rubbing both of your feet firmly against his cock, he let out a softer groan, the friction your feet and his shorts causing him to inhale sharply, mumbling out the words, “Fuck… I want you so bad.”

You smirked and tilted your head to the side a bit, zooming the camera close on his face. “Oh? And how bad do you want me… How bad does this cock want me?” You teased, pressing your feet harder against cock. You were surprised at the words that came out of your mouth and he was even more surprised when he tilted his head back down to look at you and grin on his face. “Damn, so much, baby… Please… I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.” He begged. The sound of him begging made you nearly weak, but you kept your stern attitude because you were in charge now. “Is that so? Hm, we’ll see if you can earn this mouth around your cock.” You teased and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. He let out a soft frustrated groan at your words. Your right foot grazing the hem of his shorts slowly as you made eyes at him, “Take your shorts off, honey…” you cooed, resting your feet back on the edge of the bed as you watched him, making sure the camera was filming it.

He nodded with a wide grin, he was enjoying this, and he liked to see this side of you, ordering him around. “Yes, ma’am.” He hummed, grabbing the hem of his shorts and pushing them down his slender frame and letting them hit the floor, stepping out of them, his cock sprang out, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched, swallowing the saliva that gathered in your mouth, you still couldn’t believe the size of him and you could already see the precum that was dripping from the tip, as he was reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock, you quickly lifted your right foot again, kicking it away. “Ah, Ah…” you mocked his words from earlier. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” you grinned. He shook his head with a smirk and kept his hands at his sides as he watched you eagerly. You lifted your other foot up and let both brushing up and down his thighs slowly, tracing along his skin with the fabric of your knee-high socks, then slowly reaching them up to the place he wanted most, placing the bottoms of your feet on either side of his large member, he gasped at the feeling, groaning lowly as his eyes met yours. You slowly began to pump his cock between your feet, the fabric from your socks causing so much friction for him, that you could feel his body jolt at the touch, he tilted his head back as he groaned out, smirking at the sound of his groans. “You like that, baby?” you cooed. His head nodding slowly, and he mumbled softly between the noises escaping his lips, “Y-Yes…” You grinned. “Lemme see you spit on it then.” you demanded. You didn’t know where that came from, but you were loving it. He tilted his head forward, raising an eyebrow at your words as he let out a soft chuckle.

He gathered up as much saliva as he could and spit down on his cock for you and you caught it immediately between your feet and began to pump his cock faster between your feet as his spit coated it for you as your own personal lube, he groaned louder at the feeling. “Fuck…” he mumbled. You grinned at the sounds you were causing him to make and now you tightened your grip around his cock and began to pump it faster between your feet, keeping the camera held your right hand as you used your left hand to squeeze at your breasts, watching him roll his eyes back and closing them as he muttered swears under his breath, you began to mock his words again, “C’mon, baby.. Make a mess for me… I want you to shoot your load onto me.” His eyes opened as soon as he heard your words, and he stares at you now almost in shock at your words. “Goddamn, baby… You are fucking dirty.” He let out a airy chuckle as another groan slipped past his lips, he exhaled sharply, if you kept this up with the dirty talk he knew he was going to cum any minute.

But before he could get what he wanted you pulled your feet away from him, smirking, resting them back on the edge of the bed, you looked up to see the look of disappointment on his face, you could swear he was almost pouting. “B-Baby.... why’d you stop?” he said in almost a whiny tone. “I don’t want you to cum just yet…” you smirked and suddenly flipping yourself onto your stomach, gesturing for him to come closer, as he moved closer to you you kept the camera on his cock, smirking to yourself, you licked your lips slowly as his cock was now in your direct line of sight, fluttering your eyes up to look at him, biting your lip. “I changed my mind… I want you to cum in my mouth.” You teased as you shrugged your shoulders. The slight pout that was on his lips slowly turned into a smirk and you reached up to hand him the camera now, wanting him to watch you suck his cock through it. He grasped the camera in his hand, getting it focused on you as you wrapped your hand around his cock firmly, his spit still coating it and you licked your lips, glancing up at him. “More spit, please…” you hummed softly. He grinned when he heard your words and now, he was leaning down toward you and he reached his right hand up to grab your face roughly your mouth practically forcing open just a bit when he did and you were both staring at each other with such intensity, “Open up…” he mumbled. You obeyed and opened your mouth up a bit wider for him and he got real close now, and you watched as he gathered as much saliva as he could and then he spat it directly into your mouth and giving your face a gently pat as he stood up straight again.

You couldn’t wait for this man to fuck the life out of you after watching him do that, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs all over again, you began to pump his cock in your hand now, his spit still sitting in your mouth now mixing with your own saliva and then you spit it all onto his cock, watching drip down off it, pumping your hand faster, and now he was groaning louder than before, holding the camera close and reaching his other hand down to grab a hand full of your hair tightly in his grasp as he watched you, his breathing already heavy. You made sure you were looking into the camera the entire time as you swirled your tongue slowly around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum as you continued to pump him in your hand and then slowly wrapping your lips around his cock and you removed your hand from around it and now placed both hands on his thighs, that was your way of letting him know he can take what he wants.

“Fuck… You are amazing…” he mumbled between his groans, he tightened his grip on your hair and plunged his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you started gagging around his cock, spit already pooling out of your mouth, your hands squeezing his thighs and you remembered what he taught you earlier, you relaxed your throat for him, tapping his leg gently letting him know you were ready. “Goddamn, lil’ mama. You really are a quick learner… Good girl.” He grunted. He bucked his hips forward and began thrusting his hips toward you, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth forcefully, his groans long and low and you could hear the moans suddenly slipping past his lips as he fucked your face, the noises coming from your mouth becoming more and more obscene the quicker he moved and with each thrust he hit the back of your throat. His hand practically pulling your hair at this point and his head tilting back as his moans along with your noise echoing throughout the room. “Shit.. Shit… You are gonna make me cum, baby.” He moaned out. Those words like music to your ears, your hands gripped tighter onto his thighs, and you felt you knew what you were doing enough to push your mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, his balls hitting your chin, gagging softly as you bobbed your head, lifting your feet in the air, kicking them back and forth. “Holy fuck…” he yelped, now his leg was shaking, and he was breathing so heavy, exhaling sharply. “I-I-I’m gonna cum baby…” he said almost breathless. You tapped his thigh again letting him know you were ready and without wasting a moment, you felt his warm load hit the back of your throat and he quickly pulled your head back, you gasped loudly, his cock popping out of your mouth, completely coated in your saliva, opening your mouth for him so he could see that you swallowed all of him, licking your lips as a soft giggle escaped you, you could tell he was speechless.

“Holy fucking shit, baby… What the hell… wow... That was the best head I’ve ever gotten.” He chuckled as he inhaled and exhaled trying to catch his breath. You blushed so hard at his words, shaking your head at him with a smile. He walked toward the tripod and sat the camera back on it now and then walked back over to you, climbing into the bed, his back resting up against the headboard. You still laying on your stomach turned a bit look at him, he reached over with his right hand and spanked your ass a couple of times with a smirk, you jumped at the stinging feel against your skin, biting on your lip. “Get your ass up and get over here so I can fuck you, mama.” He barked. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you sat up and turned around towards him, climbing into his lap, your knees resting comfortably on either side of him, you sat yourself down on him, your wet pussy grazing up against his cock that was still hard. You watched as he reached over to the table, grabbing his half-smoked cigar from earlier, placing it between his lips and lighting, giving it a few puffs before blowing the smoke in your face with a smirk, you watched him with a smirk. He placed the cigar between his lips, letting it hang there and he reached down to lift your hips a bit as he used his right hand to guide his cock slowly into your pussy, he wasn’t wasting anymore time now and that made you happy because you were desperate to feel him inside of you.

A soft whimpering moan escaped your lips as you felt his cock inching into you slowly, he groaned softly as he felt you tightening around him and as he pushed further into you, he could feel you stretching out around him and you both let out a soft moan when he was fully inside of you, grabbed a hold onto his broad shoulders, his left hand holding onto your waist as you began to ride him slowly, throwing your head back and moaning loudly, you were already so turned on from everything and still so sensitive that everything was hitting you like a tidal wave, rocking your hips at a steady pace, gripping a bit tighter onto his shoulders, his groans coming out muffled because of the cigar hanging from his mouth, he steadily began to thrust his hips up into you, his head leaning back against the headboard, now his other hand was gripping your waist, moving you faster and bouncing you slightly on his cock, smoke filling the air from his cigar as he kept it firmly between his lips, moaning his name softly on your lips, you reached your hands up from his shoulders to place on his face, making him look at you, pressing soft kisses against the side of his face before burying your face into the side of his neck, your bodies now pressed tightly up against one another as your arms snaked around him, he was holding his cigar between his fingers now in his left hand, thrusting his hips into you faster and rougher with each stroke, his cock buried deep inside of you, you moaned loudly against his ear. His hands gliding their way up your back as you both held onto each other moving in sync with one another, his face buried into the side of your neck, your moans filling the room in unison, you could feel the filtered tip of his cigar scratching against your back.

You knew that it was matter of time before you both came because you were both already pushed so far to the edge, you could feel another orgasm building up inside of you, the deeper he fucked you, the closer you got, his breathing was becoming shaky, you could feel the beads of sweat from his face against your neck, you reached a hand up to his hair, your fingers getting lost between the strands, both of you panting loudly, holding tighter onto each other, ready to just explode. Your lips tracing his ear as you whispered, “E-Elvis… I-I’m going to cum, baby….” he bit down on his lip, his voice shaky and low as he mumbled, “Me too, darlin’…” without hesitation you both finally reached that point of ecstasy, your body shaking above his as your orgasm reached the surface and you cried out against his ear, cumming all over his cock and you felt his hips buck and his legs shake, and the tone and vibration of his moan let you know he had reached his orgasm as well, he came deep inside of you. You both rode out your orgasms before you came to a full stop, Elvis quickly put out his cigar, pulling out of you, grabbing a hold of you again and flipping you over onto your back, now you both were laying on the bed, he hovered slightly above you, he leaned down to press a few soft kisses against your lips, you returned each one with a smile. “Now you won’t forget that you’re mine…Will you?” he asked playfully with a smirk. You shook your head slowly, “I won’t..” you whispered. You watched him roll onto his back, pulling the blankets over the both of you. You scooted over to him, your arms hugging his waist, laying your head on his chest, listening to him breath as you looked up at him with a smile, watching him closing his eyes, tiredly wrapping you in his arms. You both just laid there in silence, exhausted. You nuzzled your face into him, the camera was still rolling, but the both of you were too tired to get up and shut it off. But you knew you weren’t getting any sleep. How could you? You had a million thoughts running through your head. Did he mean that? Was I truly his?

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❥ ҉ CHAPTER SIX - WHAT ABOUT US?

❥ ҉ NOTE FROM NIS: hello hello! an update after more than a year geez i'm so sorry. life got in the way! anyway, i decided to finish this fic before this year ends (time is ticking for me lol at least it's an accomplishment!!) this chapter carries mental health issues and toxic relationships. wow semi is being a dickhead in this chapter (spoiler alert) he reminds me so much of my ex LOL anyway i hope you enjoy reading this update! as usual, reblogs, likes, and comments are very very much appreciated!!

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The cafe used to be your dating place with Semi felt empty even though there were customers inside. You were waiting for Semi, and surprisingly, Semi was 30 minutes late than the promised time. But, it was not surprising given the condition both of you were living in. You glanced over your watch countless times, breathing out a soft groan as you kept on looking over your phone as time passed by.

Another 20 minutes passed when he finally showed up. He made you wait for an hour! If that isn’t infuriating enough other than the fact that he also cheated behind your back. What a douchebag. But fuck is it easy to let him go. It’s not as easy as it may appear to others. Hands to God, you have tried. But each try ends in failure.

The man, Semi, was seen wearing his backpack over his shoulder, still neatly dressed in his school uniform though his tie was loose. The guy kept both of his hands inside of his pockets and he appeared relaxed while you were looking like you could explode any sooner. Sucker. He spotted you nearby the glass window with a frown look. His steps felt heavy with each drag, but he needed to see you one last time. He promised, this is the last time he'll hurt you.

Semi recognised that look you had on your face. You were upset with him, extremely disappointed was all over your face. And, you had every right to be upset with him. He loathes himself too, sometimes.

“We need to talk, Semi”, you mumbled softly, not wanting to start a fight with your boyfriend. You do not want to act like a crazy girlfriend, but yesterday’s incident was too much as it never happened before. Your eyes trailed his movements when he pulled out the chair in front of you. Semi took his seat and rested both of his hands on the table.

When things got worse between you and Semi, neither of you had ever cheated on one another.

“What is it?” Semi asked half-heartedly. His tone showed concern for your question.

You let out a soft sigh, not knowing where to begin. “Who were you with yesterday?” you asked with a slightly stern voice. His answer is what you needed the most. There's no way he would lie to you, right? He would convince you that it is not him, right? Right?

Fuck. How you wished that wasn’t him but it was as clear as day. Your stupid heart wouldn’t want to accept any other answer.

The last word came across as pleading in your mind. Heaven knew how pathetic you sounded at the moment when the truth was as clear as day.

Please, he would not lie to me... you prayed.

His action yesterday resulted in you overthinking last night if this relationship was worth risking yourself and your sanity, which was on the edge to begin with. Getting back together with him has always been a mistake. Who else could you blame other than yourself? You’re the one who puts yourself in this position.

“I was with my team, as usual. Why?” Semi replied, with no remorse. A liar, he calls himself. How many times does he have to keep lying to you? No. The real question is, what is holding him back from letting you go? Is it the fact that he can't stand seeing you with another person, or he just wanted to keep you for himself even though he has fallen out of love?

You scoffed, “You lied, Semi. Some girl sent me a snap of you guys being together. I don’t even know what you guys were doing, but why were you guys shirtless? I swear to God, Semi, if you slept with the girl, I don’t even know what I’ll do.”

Semi’s eyes widened at the statement. So you knew the truth already. Fuck that. He was just playing dumb. He knew you already knew. The girl showed the snap she sent to you with a proud smile all over her face and Semi couldn’t stop her.

He didn’t hesitate to stop her so he just let it be. Anything to prevent him from saying he wanted to break up with you.

“She’s just a friend, you know?” Semi paused before he spoke again. A friend? That's what pathetic liars tell their significant other every single time they are caught cheating.

“So it’s true that you did something that friends wouldn’t do?” you emphasised the term 'friend' he clearly misused. You felt your blood boiling when you spotted the lies hidden in his eyes.

He looked away from your face, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I guess.”

“Why in the hell would you do that with her? You have a fucking girlfriend, Eita. What am I to you? For fucks sake, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked. Your voice was slightly trembling as you could feel your tears threatening to fall on your face any moment from now on.

The rage you've bottled up for years threatened to be freed from your body. Torture. This is like a living hell if it's living in agony.

“You aren’t there with me every day, and I got… bored. I was lonely, Y/N! I need someone to be there with me physically!” Semi sighed. He stopped and stared straight into your eyes. The girl he has loved for about three years. The sweet look you have always had on your face is now gone, replaced with anger and betrayal.

It felt like he was painting you to be the bad guy in this case. Playing the victim card, huh?

You scoffed in disbelief, “What am I to you exactly, Semi? Was the reason you got back with me the other day so you could fuck me and then leave?” you snapped, trying to keep your voice low so the other customers won’t be interrupted.

Semi brought both of his hands to his face. He let out a deep sigh, “Would it hurt less if I said yes?”

“Hell yes, Semi! Oh god, I can’t fucking believe this. What has gotten into you, Semi? What drove you crazy? Fuck, I can't even believe I love you no matter what happens!” At this point, you don’t even know if you are strong enough to accept this. A part of you just wanted to storm out of the cafe, but a part of you also needed closure.

“You’re always there when I need you. That’s why I keep on coming back to you because you’re there. You’re special to me, Y/N,” Semi told. His eyes failed to convince you that he wanted you to be with him forever.

You let out a scoff, “You know too damn well that I’ll come back running to you whenever you need me. You used me, Semi. What happened to the old you? I can’t believe this. You know that I can never let you go, that’s why you used me, isn’t it? Semi, I’m not naive. It’s just that I loved you so much that I can never let you go and… and, you took it for granted!”

Your tears were beginning to fall on your cheeks. You were sobbing so hard that even a box of tissue is not enough to help you wipe your tears away. Shit, breakup hurts like hell.

Semi felt terrible, really he is. He couldn't deny that he takes you for granted. “I’m sorry.”

“Is that all you could say, Semi?” you asked with a gruff voice. You were hoping for a lot more. Maybe an 'I love you’ or ‘You’re my entire world’ would be sufficient.

“I’m so sorry," he apologised once again. You let out an unbelievable sigh as you wiped your tears. “That’s it. Once again, we’re breaking up. Maybe we’re just not meant to be. I hate the fact that I will always love you no matter how bad you treat me, Eita.”

“I’m sorry. I’m never good enough for you. I guess I will never be good enough for anyone. I hope she’s good enough for you, Semi,” you said your final words as you left the cafe without saying goodbye.

Strangers on the street looked at you with a weird look on their faces. Seeing a random teenager on the street bawling her eyes out concerned them most slightly.

Returning home, you cried yourself to sleep. Your thoughts kept you up at night, wondering if you are ever enough for someone. You wondered if someone is willing to love you unconditionally. Does love even exist in this cruel world?

You skipped school for two days because you were down in the slumps, all alone in your room. You never cheated with anyone behind Semi’s back when you guys were together. Hell, you even ditched Iwaizumi as your friend with benefits when you got back together with Semi.

You sobbed again, not knowing what to do with your life anymore. You just wanted your pain to be over. Why does everyone have it easier? Why can't you be happy just like they do?

The sound of keys jingling from outside startled you. You saw the figure of your mother standing at the door frame with a stoic face. “Y/N,” she called your name seriously. You wiped your tears and looked at her, nodding your head to answer her call.

“Why the hell did you skip school?” your mother asked, taking another step towards you. She was infuriated when your homeroom teacher gave her a call this morning and told her about you being absent for the past 2 days.

She even left her work to come home to ask you about this matter. Ever since your dad passed away, your mother barely cares or makes time about your personal life that much. All she knows is that her daughter is supposed to go to school, and she wants her to graduate high school and become a doctor.

Your mother sets a high expectation on you, and it kills you inside.

“I’m sick, can’t you see?” you replied with a sad voice. You caught a cold after meeting with Semi the other day. You sniffled back your tears, not wanting to cry in front of your raging mad mother.

“I didn’t raise you to become a liar, Y/N! Why the hell did you skip school? Tell me now!” your mother yelled. You flinched at her words, and you knew you couldn’t lie any longer. But you weren’t lying! You were sick! Anyone who sees you in this state could tell. But why the person who gave birth to you couldn't see it?

“I skipped school because I was sick, mom! Can’t you see? I was telling you the truth!” you slightly raised your voice back at her while wailing out loud.

Your mother didn’t take your wailing seriously, apparently. “Just return to school tomorrow. I don’t want any excuses.”

“Because of you, I want to fucking die,” you snapped. “You tortured me throughout my life, mom! You should have let me die back then!”

The woman who birthed and raised you had a fuming mad expression written all over her face. Her fists tightened on her sides, eyebrows scrunched together. Your mother’s back is now turned to face you. “I raised you to become a successful person. I don’t want to raise a pathetic loser. Get your shit together!” your mother raised her voice one last time as she slammed the door to your bedroom.

You threw your pillows on the floor while wailing out loud, though it will never be heard. You weren’t sure what went wrong in your life, but everything seems to become a failure every fucking minute.

The following day, you decided to return to school. With visible dark circles under your eyes, you lazily walked to your desk where Oikawa was already waiting for your presence.

“Hey, are you okay? You didn’t come to school for two days. What happened?” Oikawa's gentle voice greeted you the first thing in the morning. He sounded worried. You shrugged your shoulders, ignoring his questions for the time being.

You were quiet, not even bothering to pick a fight with Oikawa like you guys always do. Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi, asking him if he knew what’s going on with you. It turned out Iwaizumi didn't know about it either.

Iwaizumi inhaled a deep breath, lowkey suspecting that you were going through something. Probably had something to do with your boyfriend. But, he knew better than to intervene. If you ever come to him, then he’ll keep you company.

Every second passing by felt like an eternity. You kept on going to the bathroom only to break down in the cubicle. If this goes on any longer, you’d collapse for sure.

“Y/N! Let’s go to lunch!” Oikawa cheerfully said as he closed his textbook and kept it under his desk. You looked at him, “Okay.” Your short answer freaked him out a bit. That was the first thing you said to him on that day.

Oikawa didn’t realize you were walking slowly until he realized you had collapsed on the floor. The other students gasped in shock as they gathered around you to check on your condition.

The brunette gasped as he yelled for Iwaizumi’s name to ask for his help. Both of them ran to get you, who just collapsed on the floor.

“Can someone call the teacher?” Iwaizumi asked one of the students there to go and get help. Iwaizumi checked on your pulse, making sure it’s still beating. Fuck. His mind was about to explode from all the possibilities.

Oikawa rested your head in his lap. Not long after, the teacher came and brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Iwaizumi was with you the entire ride to the hospital. He couldn’t keep himself patient. A million thoughts were running in his mind.

You heard people whispering around you the moment you opened your eyes. You looked around you and found your mother, your teacher and... Iwaizumi? It’s him, right? You weren’t mistaken. His sharp jawline and raven hair. No one else looks as gorgeous as him.

Wait. That’s not right to be thinking of it this time.

Iwaizumi glanced over at you and noticed you’re already awake. “Doctor, she’s awake!” he immediately told the doctor in front of him.

The doctor rushed to get to you and checked on your condition. “She’s awake, professor”, the doctor informed your mother. Your mother let out a relieved sigh before she approached you on the hospital bed.

“Your friend told you that you collapsed at school today. What happened?” your mother asked. Not even an ounce of worry flowed in her tone. But she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t worried when she got a call from the teacher informing her that you collapsed in school.

“I was sick. I guess,” you sarcastically replied. You kept your head hung low, not wanting to look at everyone in the eyes. Embarrassing, you thought. How weak and pathetic.

She went silent for a moment. It was entirely her fault for neglecting you yesterday. The truth is, she just didn’t know how to comfort you the way your late father had always comforted you. And she was fine with you blaming her because she’s at fault.

The silence was deafening and Iwaizumi felt awkward being in the middle of this hospital room. He glanced over at you who returned an awkward glance.

Your mother didn’t say anything but ensured that you're okay before telling you that she had a minor surgery to perform on a patient. "I have surgery in 10 minutes. I have to go now. Take care, darling. I’ll come back to you when I’m done,” your mother said as she patted your head.

Before she left, she stopped in her tracks to look at your teacher and the man beside you, Iwaizumi.

"Thank you for coming here with her. I owe you a lot," your mother thanked Iwaizumi and your teacher. Your teacher then left to take care of school matters, leaving you under Iwaizumi's supervision.

He stood there and watched you with a stoic expression. Well, it’s not like you could read him anyway. Both of you exchanged stares as silence surrounded the hospital room.

“What are you doing here? You have practice, idiot!” you blurted out in half-murmurs. It’s not like you didn’t know about this man and his volleyball practices. He can easily get scouted as a professional volleyball player with his routine. Obviously you didn’t want him to waste his time keeping you company at the hospital.

You heard a scoff from the man that had you looking at him with a furrowed eyebrow. Iwaizumi locked eyes with you.

“Even when you’re sick, you’re still acting like a brat?” Iwaizumi shot you a look with an indecipherable expression.

His words silenced you. “I’m sorry. You have practice. You should get back to school, or else you’ll miss practice. I am being a considerate person, Iwa. I know how practices are important to you.”

Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders, “Oikawa said it’s fine. He wants to visit you this evening. After he arrives, I’ll leave with him.”

You didn’t know how to respond other than asking them to not mind you. So, you gave him a slow nod, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Do you need anything to eat? I’ll go and buy it for you,” Iwaizumi offered. He still remembered how he reacted when the doctor said you collapsed because of dehydration and lacked nutrients. In reality, you starved yourself for the past two days and hid alone in your bed.

“Never mind. It’s useless asking you, anyway. I’ll just go buy whatever that will make you full,” Iwaizumi decided. He walked out of the door and went to the convenience store in the hospital. You didn’t get to say a word so you watched him leave.

Iwaizumi came back with food and even fruits in his hands. “I just bought whatever is left. So, eat this for now. I think the nurse will come back with a meal later. Have this for now.”

The plastic bag was then shoved into your hands but Iwaizumi took it back and placed it on the table instead. He took out the food one by one so you could take a look and choose what you wanted to eat first.

You felt like he was scolding you instead of asking you to eat. Feeling dazed, you only stared at the food in front of you.

“I know for a fact that you would hate someone to feed you, or are you actually waiting for that?” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue as he sat on the chair beside your bed.

You scoffed, “I can eat by myself, Iwa.” You proceeded to take the microwaved rice with curry and fed yourself a spoonful of rice. You chew the tasteless food, only to pour it all out not long after.

You ran to the toilet in your room and poured everything you’ve eaten just now. Iwaizumi gasped. He ran after you to ensure you’re fine. He held your hair for you while you were puking in the toilet bowl. You sat beside the toilet bowl lifelessly. Your head was aching like crazy to the point you felt like the whole world was spinning at a rapid speed.

Iwaizumi could only stare at you. “What happened to you exactly?” Iwaizumi asked with a laid-back voice. He was concerned. He was just trying to look out for a friend. Well, he definitely knew something was wrong with you the moment you skipped school after yelling at him the other day.

You chuckled tiredly. Your energy was drained, leaving you with nothing. “I guess you can predict what happened to me, right?”

Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows. What did you mean? Though his suspicions might be right. He is rarely wrong. Instead, he gave you a reply of “I am not a mind reader. Spit it out.”

You tried to get back up, but your legs gave up on you. Iwaizumi helped you to get up and brought you back to your bed. He’s still waiting for your answer.

“I broke up with Semi, and it turned out he was cheating with your ex-girlfriend. What a funny world,” you chuckled. You looked outside the high rise window next to your bed with the view of skyscrapers.

“That’s all?” Iwaizumi questioned. You nodded weakly, expecting him to lecture you.

“Look, I know you loved him, but you have to take care of yourself too, you know. He doesn’t do you any good. It’s time for you to let that toxic relationship go to waste, Y/N,” Iwaizumi lectured you, but clearly you weren’t listening to what he said.

Iwaizumi tilted your face gently with his fingers. You weren’t even looking at him in the eyes as tears dropped on your face. “I’m sorry if I ever did anything wrong to you, Iwa”, you apologized.

“Why are you crying? Oh my goodness,” Iwaizumi panicked. He genuinely did not know what to do in this situation. Slowly, he brought your head to his warm body. “It’s unlike you to cry, tough girl”, his voice softened while patting your head gently.

You chuckled, your vision glistening with tears. Iwaizumi’s touch made you feel comfortable, something that you need at the moment.

“My mom didn’t even care about me. Sh-she just left..” you mumbled softly under your breath. Your tears weren't stopping spilling out from your tears duct.

“She's busy, right? You know that more than anyone,” Iwaizumi hummed. His voice was soothing that it made you smiled, but you made sure you kept it hidden from Iwaizumi himself. He’d tease you endlessly if he ever sees you smile because of what he said.

“Dumbass, you need to eat. Are you trying to get sick again? Come on, eat this,” Iwaizumi said as he pointed to the rice he bought for you just now. You let out a deep sigh as you stared at the rice with a blank expression. You had lost your appetite, to be frankly speaking.

You took another bite, making sure your stomach fully digest it. Iwaizumi on your side waited for you to eat your meal properly. You felt like you had hired a personal bodyguard with him staring down on you the entire time.

“Iwa, you don’t have to look at me like that”, you scoffed lightly at him while feeding yourself another bite of the rice.

“I was making sure you’re eating properly”, Iwaizumi exclaimed. He dragged the chair closer to you. You gave a side glance at him, “Stop!” you yelled with a giggle.

“Oh, is that a laugh I hear?” Iwaizumi teased you. You shook your head continuously, trying to deny it even though the hard smile on your face was evident.

“I was sure I heard you laughed”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You just let out an annoyed sigh with rolled eyes at him. Both of you then looked at each other with a smile.

“Oikawa's gonna be here after school, by the way. He’s bringing Matsukawa and Makki along,” he informed you as he just got a message from Oikawa saying he’d drop by after school ends.

“Oh. You guys, you know... don’t have to visit me. You guys have practices after all,” you mumbled awkwardly while fidgeting with your fingers on top of the hospital's thin blanket.

Iwaizumi frowned at your sentence, “Our friend is sick, of course, we have to pay a visit. Don’t you think you would do the same thing too?" He crossed his arms while staring at you with an unreadable look. Whatever you said just now made him questioned if you really look at the four of them as friends.

You chuckled rigidly, “I’ve never had a real friend other than Yuuji, you know. That's why I was surprised seeing you guys here."

“Oh- Terushima, you meant? I’m sorry if my words offended you,” he apologized, realizing what he said earlier might come across as rude.

“Yeah, Yuuji is my only friend. He knows everything. Even if I’m stubborn, he still sticks with me. I owe him a lot,” you chattered, another tear dropped on your face. It’s just that you have gone through a lot, and it sickened you that nothing in your life ever worked out anymore.

“Do you want me to give him a call that you got admitted? I can do that for you,” Iwaizumi asked. He knew how important Yuuji is to you.

“I’ll tell him myself soon,” you smiled bitterly.

“How soon were you talking about?” Iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows. It’s not like he doesn’t know how you are, generally.

You let out a soft sigh, “Truthfully, he’d nag if he knew I got admitted again.”

“What do you mean?” Iwaizumi asked. His expression showed that he didn’t get what you meant.

A nervous chuckle escaped your mouth. You were clueless about how to break it to him. “I’ve been admitted to hospital several times, to be honest. So, you know, he’ll nag the shit out of me if he knows this.”

You clearly saw his confused expression. Iwaizumi cleared his throat, “Of course he’d nag you, dumbass. Who wants to see their friend falls sick?”

“I know. I know that Iwa. It's just that... Nevermind. But, thank you so much for helping me today,” you thanked him again with a genuine smile this time.

Not long after, Oikawa, along with Makki and Matsukawa, arrived at your door with a bag of food. You smiled at them weakly, trying to give them a warm welcome.

“What happened, Y/N? I was shocked when the ambulance rushed you to the hospital,” Makki asked as he took a seat on the couch provided. You let out a soft sigh, “I was just stressed, and then I passed out. It happened before, so no worries.”

“That doesn’t convince me. Iwa-chan, what happened?” Oikawa appealed. He crossed his arms and looked at Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi glanced over at you, “Y/N starved herself. She said she forgot to eat.”

Matsukawa looked at you with a mischievous smile, “Y/N, you’re really something. How could you forget to eat unintentionally? What’s wrong?” His tone was hinting that he couldn’t believe such mistake could happen.

Ah, there you were, caught red-handed. You bit your lip, “I-um, I suffered a loss of a loved one, okay? So.. yeah.”

“Oh my, what happened?” Oikawa asked this time. He was genuinely concerned and he also thought you had lost someone you truly loved.

“Y/N broke up with her boyfriend”, Iwaizumi blurted at last. Oikawa looked at you in disbelief, “What? I thought someone passed away or something. That douchebag? God, Y/N, you deserve so much better!”

You scoffed at Oikawa's words, “I know. My best friend has been telling me that every time. Thank you for the gentle reminder, Oikawa. I appreciate it. Thanks for dropping by too. I truly appreciate all of you coming here today.”

"Stop with that nonsense, please. We are your friends. That's what friends should do the very least," Oikawa scoffed dramatically. His brown eyes landed on your weak figure. He knew how painful your breakup was. Oikawa was in your place once upon a time. "You have to let go of that relationship, Y/N. Trust me," Oikawa said.

Yeah, the same old thing. You know it but you just couldn’t do it. Being cheated on is the final straw and you have to let this relationship for your own good too. Moving on takes time but everything starts from zero. You are not sure how you are going to do it, but you know it definitely will take you somewhere.

“Your words of wisdom might convince me someday but I’ll try. Thanks,” you gave him a bitter smile and Oikawa gave you the boyish grin that has all of his fan girls falling on their knees. Hopefully they will not come after you.

Iwaizumi gave his friends a once over, “She’s back.”

All of them burst into laughter after Iwaizumi said that, insinuating your sarcasm was the indicator of you coming back. You swatted him on the arm and he ruffled your hair messily.

“You’ll pay for that, Iwa,” you threatened him with a glare.

“Gladly looking forward to it,” he said with a glint of mischievous in his eyes, along with the stupid grin you wanted to wipe from his face.

Funny enough, your stupid heart decided to flutter at his remarks. Well, looks like you have another trouble to look out for.

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