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TA! Nanami won't leave my brain so pleaseeee 🥺just him assisting you with lab reports by eating you out

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(ANYTHING BUT) LAB HELP

a/n: icy you got me thinkin about my own TA and the failures in which i am too scared to cop him 😭😭😭 / this was purely fuelled by my own carnal need for nanami after last week’s episode because WHEEEEEWWW !

wc: 5.5k

warnings: fem!reader, TA!nanami, reader is a big simp for nanami but vice versa too, reader has long hair in this, slight age gap? since nanami is a TA (27 / 22), m! masturbation, fantasising, semi-public masturbation, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, little praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

the first time your TA walked in, your jaw drops. with a face and body like that, he should rightfully be in the modelling industry, not teaching you about dissecting and suturing mice and looking at atoms under a microscope.

all you know is that nanami kento was just like every teaching assistant — attending lectures just like the rest of the students, taking down notes for his tutorial and lab sessions, answering curious emails from everyone — but every interaction you had with this man was anything but normal, or at least that’s what you felt.

you’ve never viewed someone in such a deranged and filthy way before: pulling on his blonde hair and taking off that hideous cheetah print tie and telling him to his face that wearing a full suit while teaching makes him insanely older than he actually is; and also maybe after that, to push him right down to your cunt where he’d eat you out like you deserve.

“i just don’t get why he needs to use a suit at twenty seven years old just to teach — you’re doing your masters, like calm down a little.” you mumble more to yourself than your friend, but she likes every juicy detail you have about this attractive TA you keep talking about even if you sound like you hate him with how much you talk about the damn suit all the time.

but your friend only knows that if you could get his trousers, suit jacket, tie and shirt off of him, you would in a blink of an eye.

“maybe he wants to impress.”

your mouth twists, “who? only person he should be impressing is me.”

it’s all in good fun, with the way you’re talking — in reality, you don’t know what you’d do if the opportunity really presented itself to you. gossip, your legacy (or shame) carried by mouth, expulsion from the university, there were countless of unfortunate things if you do decide to go for the teaching assistant meant purely to help students in better understanding the material.

but it wasn’t one-sided. all those glances you thought nanami was sending you weren’t imagined, nor was it because you thought he was squinting due to bad eyesight. he remembers your name from the first tutorial he taught you, caught you lingering around the lecture hall, helps you a little too much during lab sessions and every time, he’s inexplicably drawn to you and your aura.

“good afternoon, ladies,” the familiar deep and collected voice snaps you out of the conversation, heart beating a hundred miles. you were in no way prepared for this, but you’re grateful for even one meeting out of class. your friend is insufferable though — from your peripheral you can see her giving the two of you a sick grin, “any chance i could ask for directions to this particular room?”

that was another thing; nanami wasn’t from this university. having completed his degree in another, he took his masters in the one you’re attending, wanting a breath of fresh air from the four years of his time in kyoto. that’s what you remember from his introduction, amongst many other things: he liked neutral colours, he’s interested in the philosophy of aesthetics, and he loved bread.

“babe, i’m going to head off for a class,” lies. she had no classes today at all, “see you tomorrow!” she bows briefly to nanami who only shoots her a tender smile and you turn to the side to bite your fist. you’ve become good at containing your reactions, though.

“oh! nanami-san, of course. headed there for a class?”

what kind of stupid question is that? of course he w—

“i’m heading there for a seminar, actually, starts in about,” he checks his watch, “10 minutes. the uni invited an external professor to give a talk that merges both the philosophical aspects of questioning life alongside the functions of the body, sparking thoughts of science and philosophy. thought it’d be interesting.”

you swallow and you swear you can feel your core pulsing. hot, intelligent and always pushing the boundaries and capacity of learning? you could only thank the gods that it was a cooler day, not being able to do anything if you actually do melt into a puddle.

“y-yeah! yeah, i know where it is.” you don’t, but the rooms are usually lined up pretty nicely, and you know you would be able to guide him successfully without much trouble; but when you’re checking the seminar room, you realise that they may have changed venues.

“crap . . five minutes. nanami-san, do you think maybe they sent a follow-up email with the change in location?” you’re more on edge than nanami is because you usually don’t like to be late for anything, recalling the jumble of numbers and letters he showed you earlier and lining them with the label plates outside the room.

“uh— oh, shit. yeah, i might’ve shown you the wrong email.” your jaw drops when you see the new venue.

“that’s . . on the other side of campus, nanami-san.”

“how long will it take?”

you wince at the disappointment on his face, “if you take the campus bus, at least fifteen minutes.”

nanami’s understandably mad at himself for his own mistake, knowing he’d miss a good chunk of the talk whilst travelling there, but he’s distracted from his self-loathing — taken aback at the quickness in which you offer to drive him.

“uh . . it’s probably maybe eight minutes there by car. my car’s parked close by if you want a lift—”

and nanami thinks it’s simultaneously the perfect and terrible day to send his car to the mechanics and settle for public transport. perfect because he might accept your offer to be close to you, terrible because he would much rather you sit in the passenger sit of his car rather than the other way around.

nanami forgets to be modest in your presence, so he accepts it without a second beat and follows you in a jog to the parking lot. there are scattered vehicles, possibly belonging to professors and maybe students, and the both of you come to an everyday looking corolla.

“okay! unlocked. i’ll try to speed and get you there in four minutes.” nanami can only manage a soft thank you, touched by your generosity and even more drawn by the determination in your face. with a turn of the ignition key, the man clutches onto the seatbelt as you lurch forward with the acceleration, and then you’re taking off.

you’re not the best driver, driving past yellow lights and terrible at changing lanes, but you get the job done. coming to rest in front of the humanities block, you’re arriving with the seminar starting just two minutes ago, and nanami looks at you like you just moved the moon and stars for him.

“thank you, (y/n)-san, truly,” he’s out of breath, maybe a little shaken up from the drive but it’s nothing he isn’t used to (gojo sucks too), “how can i repay you?”

you shake your hand, “a-ah, no it’s nothing. it was just an eight minute drive compressed into four.”

“no, really, let me pay back the favour.”

you bit your lip — you can’t possibly say the thing that’s on your mind. he would report you, you would have to be kicked out, your future crumbling before your eyes — you go for the tamer request.

“lunch, one day, then.”

nanami smiles at you and you feel like it’s cupid shooting his shot straight into your heart. you hardly see the man, smile, ever, so to have a genuine one directed at you made you squeeze your thighs together. there’s hope bubbling in nanami’s heart when he sees the effect of his smile: a glint in your eye and the quickened breaths, he may have thought your thighs move, too, but he didn’t have the balls to glance down to the one place he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“how ’bout right after the seminar?” fuck. you’re grinning now and you see a little of nanami’s teeth in an amused smile.

“sure, nanami-san,” adrenaline sends you reeling, eyes boring so tirelessly into his that you wish he’d understand all the things you want him to do to you. he peeks a quick glimpse of your lips as they lick it before unbuckling his seatbelt, popping open the passenger door to head out. your hand instinctively goes up to stop him, “or should i say . . passenger princess.”

that prompts a full grin out of your TA, who lets out an attractive chuckle before leaving from your car, “sure, whatever you want to call me.”

you’re driving away happily, kicking your feet once you’re parked in another car park and giggling to yourself. unbeknownst to you of the small little thing nanami says after, “although i’d like it if you call me yours.”

the spiral starts from there. it was approximately two hours — you have two hours of going back to the dorms to choose something you knew you looked good in while continuing to text your friend in excitement. it was chaos between the hours of eleven to one pm, rummaging through your closet to find something suitable. you went through many rounds of outfits and with each photo to your friend you were losing hope.

“‘let’s just stick with the first’?” you scoff loudly after reading out her feedback, typing out a reply to your friend. it sounded a little agitated but you can’t help but heart the message wishing you a good luck.

before you know it, you’re hearing a knock on the window, greeted with the very nice sight of his suit jacket now removed and his blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves. it’s like he’s heard your thoughts too because even his ugly tie is bundled up in his hand.

“the AC wasn’t working.” he simply explains, once he’s in the car and he appreciates your gesture of turning yours to the max. you let your eyes rake over his figure, the pull of his shirt that looks too tight for him and the lines of his forearms, before he finally gets settled in and begs your eye contact.

“bummer,” you click your tongue, “but well, any places you have in mind?”

you start the car, pulling out of the lobby and nanami playfully hums, “not going to listen to your passenger princess’ struggles? do you hate women perhaps?”

“nah, i’m a toxic man who doesn’t care about his girl’s life.” that draws a laugh out of nanami, who sinks more into the seat. he’s more relaxed here than in class, than in lectures and it’s a nice sight to behold.

he echoes your sentiment with a small smile, “bummer.”

you both settle on an eatery pretty easily, with nanami keeping his promise of paying for your lunch (you made sure to pay back just a little with some bread, though, because how does a simple car lift equate to a whole lunch?). he was everything you thought him out to be: insanely insightful and smart; on a more physical level, jacked with such a pretty voice to the point you let him ramble about the seminar. it was the most animated you’ve seen him act.

since then, he’s become more open to accepting food items and hangouts with his students, although they never really hit like the first lunch he’s had with you. it was detrimental to his teaching, really, even now where he glares at your lab partner who you’re laughing with. it makes his stomach turn with jealousy, even as you exchange nudges while completing your worksheets.

he figures he can’t do anything but wait for you to initiate, mind muddled with thoughts of you and the possibility you were just being a nice person from what you did before, until you’re interrupting him from his rage-fuelled cleaning of the lab with a tap to his shoulder.

“nanami-san?” the students have filed out by now, a shell of what used to be a lab full of students groaning at the innards of the rats they were cutting open and the whispers of confusion at how to sew them back up.

“what is it?” he turns around too fast, almost knowing over a beaker by accident and when his hand goes over to catch it, you stabilise it as well. your hand encases his, the both of you resisting the urge to smile while you try to remember the question you so desperately tried to think of; anything to just talk to him.

“this is about um . . last week’s experiment about gas chromatography.”

“yeah?” nanami leans against the table, arms crossed and all and suddenly looking too buff that you feel a little lightheaded. his eyes skim over your body, a tight fitting shirt that accentuates your tits whilst you have some yoga pants on and if he bent you over, he’s confident he can see your pussy lips from behind the fabric. he knows it’s because you had a yoga class this morning, because he’s too invested in your life and you willingly give him what he wants.

“if the two mixtures contained the same alcohols but filled up to different amounts, do you know a method via the gas chromatogram to distinguish between the two mixtures?”

“uhm—”

nanami looks collected but he is sweating, approached at such a random time that he doesn’t have time to prepare except stutter through his answer. you don’t notice how you’ve been stepping closer and closer to him, either, until you’re an inch from one another.

“oh! alright, that makes sense.”

“anything else?” your TA looks down at you, hands just itching to bring you in. the lab is so quiet, now, save for the shuffling feet of the students outside but thankfully the windows are opaque. you could probably hear a pin drop if it wasn’t for your hearts pounding so loudly in your chests. your finger twitches with your incomplete lab report.

“right— well, yes, i was asking if you c—”

“babe!” the lab door slides open at the same time your friend calls out to you and you cough in embarrassment. nanami only clears his throat as the two of you step away and your cheeks burn, and he has to loosen the tie around his neck just for a bit.

“you told me to wait for you outside, right? well you were taking too long and . .” the other only continues his ‘task’ of cleaning up, looking anywhere but your direction as she continues to ramble, but he doesn’t miss the look of recognition on your friend’s face.

she mouths to you— i’m so sorry for interrupting, before she has half a mind to say something out loud and you’re clasping your hand over her mouth and ushering her outside hurriedly.

“shush— okay, thanks mr. nanami-san!”

he only waves a hand in farewell, but as soon as the door closes he collapses onto the seat. with head in hands, his mind wanders to the proximity in which the two of you were engaged in and the very, very uncomfortable boner in his pants. he’s so big that everyone can probably see it, frozen in place as he gets a sick idea.

“yeah, i told you to wait for me but not to barge in like that— oh my god! you should go on the records for having the worst timing ever.” you aren’t entirely disappointed, but it did seem like a good opportunity. you’re partly glad, too, because your mind now feeds you countless scenarios of nanami’s expressions turning into disgust and shock.

“dang, i’m sorry, but we do have to get going if we want to make it in time for that cafe event.”

your mouth twists, “yeah, i guess so.”

“if it makes you feel better, maybe he’ll want you more after this interruption.” she winks and you shove her playfully.

“now, you’re just trying to justify your bad timing!”

in that short time, you’re unaware that nanami has unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard-on through the hole of his boxers, insanely hard and body burning with regret. “lord, forgive me.”

he imagines you propped up on the (clean) lab tables, feet on his shoulders as he eats you out from below, or even hitting it from the back as he “helps” you with your lab report in the dorm, knowing damn well you won’t get anything done, or maybe even your mouth full of his throbbing cock sucking him off as he teaches.

nanami strokes his length in the empty lab room, knowing there wasn’t any classes any time soon from how often he’s looked at the timetables. there, he simply pumps himself under the table, biting at his shirt sleeves to muffle his grunts that he drools. it drops to the table, but he’s caring not one bit, because the feel of his hands just feel too good against him and the images of you only get lewder and lewder.

“s-shit . .” nanami swears quietly, hoping the slickness of his pre-cum doesn’t give him away, squeezing and moving his hands faster along his cock. his tip’s so sensitive — what would your mouth or pussy feel like? would you have let him rip your tights and fuck you silly just now? his hips are bucking into his hands, now, thinking of turning your sweet, sweet smile into something of pure sex, and before he knows it, he’s shooting his load onto the floor with a loud groan, thumbing his tip shakily. nanami’s breaths are ragged, guilt burning him alive while he washes his hand at the sink beside the tables and crouches to the floor, cleaning up after himself — nanami definitely wouldn’t be able to face you after this.

he was right. his mind was flooded with you in obscene positions and your saccharine voice twisted into moans and whines, he wonders if you taste as good as the pineapple juice he had the other day. even in tutorials, the students were wondering why the AC was turned up so high, because one glance from you made him hot and bothered. he liked to book it straight out of class, too, directing all questions to his email which he highlights very clearly in his slides, muttering something about being on a tight deadline with his thesis for his masters, but it’s never that serious — he’s usually heading back to quell the uncomfortable boner in his pants.

“prof? nanami-san?” you knew you’d find him in here in the professor’s office, probably going over lesson plans. your professor only shoots you a friendly greeting as nanami turns in his chair, he’s always happy to see his students while nanami swallows when you’re back in your yoga getup. it’s been a week, already?

“need anything, (y/n)?”

“oh, i need more of nanami-san, since it’s relating to my lab reports.” your professor usually conducted lab sessions, but nanami was the one to help with the reports, conveying the information of what to write and whatnot; well, it was also easier to talk someone who isn’t so intimidating and cool as your professor.

“kento, help me lock up after you’re done, alright?” your professor throws him the keys and you stifle a laugh at the way he stumbles out the door, “going home early to the wife, ahah . . guess i’m falling for her over again.”

that draws a laugh from both of you, bidding him goodbye with a smile on your faces before the mood turns tense again, and nanami looks up at you from his chair. you take him in: the manspread, the head tilt, the intentional (but you don’t know that) deep voice.

“yes, (y/n)?”

you gulp, remembering what your friend said — keep eye contact, slowly walk up to him, keep your voice nonchalant — it was easier said than done.

“cat got your tongue?”

you sputter and exclaim, “no— no i’m okay. i just wanted to ask about the alcohols used in the experiment last week.”

“ah, you’re still on that?”

his tone is laced with a slight disdain, possibly from how much he hates how you make him feel, coming in here to ask about your stupid lab report when he know you’re a bright student who hardly needs any help, coming in here like the two of you don’t want each other.

“y-yes, nanami-san.”

he stands and easily towers over you. from here, you can see his broad shoulders take up his shirt as he walks you back, buttons unbuttoned to reveal a bit of skin. you feel like prey being cornered, but nanami still has some sense of chivalry when he wraps an arm around your waist to prevent you from hitting the frosted glass door.

“mind telling me why your lab report from over two weeks ago is taking so long to be completed?”

reality seeps in for just a moment and his hand removes itself, hovering just over your body, “we still . . have a week to finish it up, nanami-san . .”

your TA takes a deep breath and you think that maybe that was the wrong answer, but all nanami does is step even closer to you and your hands have no choice but to rest on his toned chest. he can only hope no one can see your figure when you’re pressed flat against the frosted glass, but he knows this part of the uni is a little deserted this late in the afternoon.

“that’s not wrong . .” his voice is down to a whisper, closing his eyes for a moment when your hands travel over his chest. when he opens them again, they’re more than just the pretty, hazel ones you like to fantasise about, stained with a darker sort of lust that involves taking you, even if it meant doing it in the professor’s office. “but you’re always submitting it pretty early on, aren’t you? what changed, hm?”

you can feel his breath on your lips, wishing he would just take the first step because frankly, your pussy is throbbing and your body is already leaning into him even without his hand on your back. it feels natural like that.

“i got distracted.”

nanami’s breath moves from your lips to your neck, and you cheer in your head as he plants a gentle kiss there, but it’s not quite what you want. he hums into the crook of your neck, torturing you with wet kisses and sucking lightly.

“by what? your friend? or perhaps it’s some external commitment that’s taking up a lot of your time?” nanami already knows the answer but he enjoys the way you squirm. “what is it?”

by now, your hands are trailing up his body, wrapping around his neck and playing with his undercut. his skin is so soft and he smells so damn good, and he sighs at your hands.

“by someone, actually.” you bite the bullet, forcibly removing him from your neck which is definitely starting to show the obvious blue black on the skin there. his hands this whole time have been placed against the door behind you, but the carnal need is too prominent that he wraps that same arm around your middle. the other, on your nape; the sheer size of his hand makes you whine and nanami smiles at that.

“mind telling me who is it? maybe i could give them a good talk, tell them to stop tormenting my smart girl.”

that draws out a visceral reaction from you, melting into his arms at the simple praise. nanami helps you a little, leaning in with an expression as needy as yours.

“you’re gonna talk to yourself?” a laugh is the last thing you hear before he crashes his lips against yours, a hand smartly going to the door to flip the lock before he pulls you flush against him. you moan softly when you feel his hard-on, against your front, manhandled easy by nanami’s arms as he whips you around to walk you to your professor’s desk.

“do you think he’ll sue us?” nanami kisses down your neck with him between your legs, hands fondling every inch of your body while you grind up against his pelvis. with such thin material such as your yoga tights between you, it feels so damn good.

“at most he’ll remove me as TA . .” as he speaks, you can feel the vibrations along your skin, legs instinctively bringing him closer. he doesn’t let you, instead pulling away from your body and goes to his knees, seeing just how soaked you are. he thanks god you weren’t wearing black, because there’s a wet patch that leaks too much — it’s clear you didn’t bother to wear underwear at all. “but that is if he finds out about this, right?”

you smile, feet pushing at his back towards your dripping cunt and you moan softly when he licks at your pussy through the fabric.

“yeah— yeah i guess so,” you’re then expecting his hands to pull at your waistband and you lift your hips knowingly, but you hear a stark riiip! that echoes throughout the office and you gasp, too focused on his pretty face to notice he’s dug his fingers into the yoga tights to tear it at your centre. the action turns you on, entirely sure you felt your pussy flutter at the sheer strength that he had.

“i’ll buy you new ones, baby,” nanami presses a gentle kiss against your clit and you shiver at the contact, hot breath threatening your demise by his hand, “they’re of terrible quality, by the way.”

you huff, “yeah, you kinda ripped it, nanami-san. plus, what’s terrible — not in quality but in looks — is your tie.”

nanami chuckles, caressing your inner thighs with gentle fingers, blowing lightly on your cunt, “personal vendetta against cheetahs?”

that sends shivers along your whole body, “n-no, just don’t really like the look of it.”

nanami hums, “i’m wounded.”

“you’ll live.”

he only laughs again, “okay, enough talking. i’m starving.” and starving he was — he latches his mouth onto your clit like a vice, sucking and flicking his tongue relentlessly you have no choice but to cry out his name. “taste so fucking sweet,” the sudden swear catches you off-guard, paired with the rasped voice and your hips willingly hump his mouth, “pussy made for me.”

“don’t say shit like that . .” you whine, embarrassed at the filthiness of his words and yet you’re sat here on a desk, pushing your sex more and more into his lips. “it’s embarrassin’.”

nanami clicks his tongue, “you’re still here.”

“yeah, shut up.” you push him further into your cunt to silence him, a loud moan leaving your lips as nanami slobbers over you — you’re so wet, spilling onto the floor. without warning, nanami slips a finger into you, easing it in and the sheer thickness of it prompts more mewls from you.

“k—kento . .” you hear nanami groan at the first name basis, shoving his finger deeper into you. he pumps it as his tongue works overtime, the slickness of which your pussy sounds out echoing throughout the room. “i’m c-clos—”

that seems to fuel nanami further, memorising how your body feels under him. you clench repeatedly around his finger, thighs twitching against him while your whimpers increase in volume, just like your incoherent babbles.

“i’m g’nna— kento, i’m c—” your back arches when you gush all over his face, juices squirting and making a mess out of his hair. nanami groans into your sopping pussy, slurping up your arousal shamelessly as you continue to give him everything of you. you’re shaking around him, moans slowly dwindling due to shame. by now, you’ve soaked through the bottom of your tights, letting him rip the seams for a little more access.

“wanna hear you, baby.” he easily multitasks, turning you around while removing his underwear, looking back at him while you shimmy your ass back into him. with a low moan, nanami drags his tip over your folds, collecting your cum and pushing it in with it. the stretch makes your jaw drop and legs tremble, pussy still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

you hold on to the wooden desk to the best of your ability but your iron grip makes the wood creak a little; it isn’t long before nanami starts moving.

“f-fuck . . you’re so tight,” the lewdness of the situation, your ruined tights, your ass moving with the force of his hips has him gripping your hips harsher than intended. his cock is just so fat, hitting your spots effortlessly as he rams into you from behind, “will this be enough motivation for you to finish that lab report, hm?” your perked up ass is receiving all the abuse from his pelvis, rutted into with pure primal need as the slaps of his balls against you gets louder and louder, just like your moans.

“g-gonna need more than this, kento—!” you’re whining as he reaches around to rub at your clit, messy and fast, surely drawing marks down the once flawless wooden desk. he just hopes there’s no one who requires the professor’s assistance because there was a clear indication that the office was open with the shining ceiling light but he was in no condition to answer any questions without panting.

nanami pushes down your lower back, cockhead hitting your spots over and over, “need more? of course you do, fuckin’ slut.” it’s a total 180 from the gentle way he’s kissed you earlier — a choked whine and a clench of your pussy tells him you like it . “oh . . she’s cock drunk already, huh?”

“yesyesyes! mmff— kento, please . .” he pulls on your hair from behind, made easy by the ponytail you had it in and you moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. he takes it a little easier, resting his large palm at your neck and pulling, together with your hair. nanami sucks at the same spot as earlier, and the overwhelming sensations has you both arching your back and fucking yourself back onto him.

“pretty arch you got here, darling,” he pants out, fucking so hard into you with his support that your hands don’t even need to rest on the table. nanami knows you’re already close by the way you’re unresponsive, mindless babbling leaving your mouth while you let him use your limp body. “is it all for m-me?”

“mhmh— it is, it is—” you’re fucked senseless, letting him turn your head to meet him in a sloppy kiss. by now your pussy juices are spurting all over the place, staining the floor and table, dripping down his balls where with every slam of his cock you can here the wet pap! pap! pap!’s of it.

“y—yeah i know it is; that’s all you are, aren‘t you? a little cocksleeve for me.” nanami groans out, letting go entirely before wrapping his arms around you and trapping you between his front and the table. he’s flush against your back, thrusts faltering with each plunge into your warm, tight pussy as he feels you clench tirelessly and you don’t even to say it before you’re jolting in his hold.

“cumming, i’m cumming . . fuuuck . .” your body is so sensitive, shaking around his cock that continues to move into you. you cum all over him, listening to the dirty whispers he’s dumping into your ears.

“oh . .” nanami groans, “that’s a good little slut, s-shit—” your hips continue to move even though your brain tells you to stop, hands making terrible effort at reaching for him.

“wan’ you to cum in me, kentoo—” your grip on his forearm is tight, pleading with your doe eyes and small voice that has nanami grunting out in a dilemma, but your pussy’s too warm that he cums suddenly. his voice reaches a higher register, stuttering pelvis rutting into you with the intent of breeding you; he pumps you full of his seed, ropes upon ropes of white filling your womb. it’s so thick that you shiver again, yelping softly when he pulls out.

“look at that . .” nanami marvels at the amount of cum he’s dumped into you, using a finger to scoop it up before pushing it back in that you jump from the coldness of his finger. “a smart girl turned so dumb just from cock.” you give him an intoxicated smile, lazy and hooded as you lay limp on the table.

“only for your cock, nanami-san . .” you lick a stripe up the palm of your hand and he indulges you by stepping closer. he moans softly as your hand makes contact with his shaft, “or should i say . . sir?”

nanami ended up driving you back to your dorm, helping you to your room from how sore you were after that.

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gegewrites · 18 days

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Harvey (SDV)- One Glass Was all it Took (SMUT)

Hi, just dropping off this fanfic for you. Eat it up. hope yall enjoy I started this legit at 10am TODAY. This is the fastest I’ve written in a bit and the first fic I’ve finished in months (I’m so sorry)

The Harvey brain rot is real.

4-7-24

5.2k words

Your pov-

The sun was setting and I was relaxing on the porch swing, looking at the sky changing colors. It was a relaxing day, it rained in the morning, which made it easy to pet and collect from the animals, but annoying to harvest the crops that were ready. It stopping raining at about four, and by then I was already done for the day. I contemplated going fishing or heading to the mines for a few hours to make up some of that wasted time but I ended up just cleaning and re-arranging some of the house. The birds were singing, still warm out but a cool breeze drifted through the trees. It was perfect out.

"Enjoying the sunset?" I heard Harvey ask, I looked over and he was by the produce bin. I wasn't expecting him at all.

"Yeah, so pretty tonight." I smiled. He didn't come up into the porch, he leaned against the railing in front of me, a bottle of wine in hand being held out to me.

"I had to go to Zuzu City today, I picked this up on my way out. Think you'll enjoy it." He smiled as I leaned off the swing and grabbed it from him.

"This is my job." I giggled. It's a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, the label boasting a 10 year age and top quality French grapes.

"Just a little bit of payback for all the stuff you've brought me." He smiled,"I-"

"Should I get glasses?" I asked,"you don't have to leave so soon do you?"

"I can stay for a bit." He leaned off the railing as I stood up.

"Perfect, come in."

Half and hour later-

"…Just a bunch of city and small town doctors and donors looking to shell out money. If I was convincing enough hopefully a few donors will step up and donate some money to the clinic.” He took a sip from his glass and looked at me,” It's a decent drive to the city, i don’t mind it. I use to intern at the Zuzu hospital, but when I heard they didn't have a doctor in this town, that the other towns also driving to the city for healthcare, I settled in." His eyes looked away from the now dusky blue sky and looked at him, which were watching him intently," why are you here? Besides your grandfathers passing, I don’t think you’ve told me.”

"I wasn't doing so well back home...so when we did get the news grandpa died my parents saw it as a way for me to get a new fresh start...and it worked, but boring I'll be honest. Three years, everyday almost the same." I shrugged my shoulders and finished the last of my glass. We both were only on the first glass, talking more than drinking.

"I get that. In a town so small it's easy to fall into a repetition...only reason why I've kept my car. I could sell it, put that money into the clinic, but when people in the outside towns needs assistance and they can't get here I get to switch it up and go to them." He looked down at his glass and then back to me,"it's important to find joy in daily life, especially when you're life is a lot of physical work....its also important to find the time to relax."

"Yeah, but there's always something that has to get done over here or someone needs something." His hand came down and sat just above my knee.

"You need to start making time for yourself." His face was serious, but not scolding. His brows lightly furrowed together, but his eyes held a caring look.

"Doctors orders?" I smiled, a chuckle trailing behind the words and I felt my cheeks flush. Luckily it was darker out but the porch light was still on.

"Doctors orders." He smiled, his eye contact was held with mine. He did look like he was contemplating something, his eyes slightly looking down below mine before locking back with mine.

Usually it would take me a third glass to get the confidence to make any sort of move, but over the few years I've been here, the conversations we've had, professional settings and non professional, it gave me the confidence.

The swing wasn't big, our legs were comfortably touching, and his hand still sat on my leg. I pushed up just a bit, my lips connecting to his, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but he returned it quickly, the hand on my thigh came to my check and my heart rate relaxed a bit. His mustache tickled my nose but I didn't mind it at all. We both tasted like wine and I heard his glass tink against the table in his side, his newly free hand softly held my other cheek, mine still holding my glass. He was the first to pull away from the slow kiss.

"(y/n)..." he whispered before pulling back more and my heart sped up, awaiting rejection,"are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, Harvey." I replied quickly but not forcefully, he took the glass from my hand and placed it with his on the table behind him.

I could tell he was thinking, quickly contemplating the decisions he could make. He turned back to me, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'm a thirty four year old doctor stuck in place." His thumb brushed my cheek as he spoke.

"And im a twenty five year old who couldn't hold down a job long enough to have a chance to be stable." I confessed,"my last relationship ended with cops and a restraining order."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But (y/n), you said you're bored, you're bored here... I watch the history channel and live quietly."

"You don't get it, Harv. I'm bored cause I'm alone, everyday I wake up and it's just me, you're stuck in place cause it's just you. Don't humans need others around? We are social animals." He let out a quiet and sharp exhale from him nose, hand still in my cheek that didn't even realize I've relaxed into.

"There are others-"

"Please Harvey, I've already tried, they've all got their own dreams in places I've already tried to live and couldn't....i want quiet but I don't wanna be alone." His hand slid away from my cheek, just to hold onto my chin,"there's no reason to not try."

"You have to understand that I'm still your doctor and if it doesn't work-"

"If it doesn't work my ass Harvey." I grabbed lightly onto his other wrist,"I've never been more sure of anything.."I leaned forwards,"and you haven't been only charging me half for no reason, don't think I haven't noticed. You can say you're not the right one but it's obvious Harv-"

He cut me off with his lips, his hand coming to my waste, pulling my body a bit closer to his. I kissed him back quickly not wasting any time, my body was twisted a bit, my hands held onto his jacket covered shoulders. Our lips moved in sync, tongues tangling with each other, heat and want radiating from the both of us.

My hand grabbed onto his tie as I slid off the swing and stood up, our lips didn't disconnect, his big hands sat on my waist as he sat up higher before standing. He was taller than me, so he was bowed down to keep the kiss going and my back pressed against the railing of the porch. He pulled away, and stood up straight, looking down at me. His hand left my waist and he pushed his glasses back up. God he was handsome.

I decided to ditch the glasses that were on the table and lead him inside by his tie.

When we got to my bedroom he took off his jacket and I loosened his tie before I started undoing his belt while he kicked off his shoes. His hands coming to the bottom of my shirt, slipping it off of my body, dropping it to the floor as he walked me back, the back of my legs feeling the mattress and he unclipped my bra. My thighs pressed together a bit, feeling that pulse between my legs and myself getting wetter. He slid it down my arms and I sat down, his hands running down my body as he slowly got down onto his knees.

"This bruise is concerning." He ran his thumb on the right side of my ribs and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't even feel it Harv." I rolled my eyes with a smile and cupped his cheek, his cheek and jaw was a bit tickly. He placed a kiss to the top of my chest, kissing my collarbones and then down between my breasts,"if you want to know it's from my goat getting too excited and accidentally butting me."

"I'm glad.." his hand cupped my breast, fingers massaging it, my nipple pressed into his palm as he placed a kiss on my other. My hand sat on the back of his neck, my nails lightly scratching his scalp, his shaggy hair between my fingers," it's nothing serious…but goats are pretty strong,” he looked up at me,”could’ve broken a rib.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as his lips returned to my breast. I propped up on my left arm, his tongue swirled around my nipple, teeth teasing it lightly and I grinded down to on the mattress from the pressure of need building up inside of me. While he places kisses to my breasts his hands came down and undid the button of my jeans, and unzipped them. He pushed up slightly placing a kiss on my sternum and I laid back on my forearm. He hooked his fingers into my jeans, I raised my hips a bit and he pulled them down slowly, my panties going with them. His eyes locked with mine, until the fabric fell to the floor, and now I was naked with him between my legs.

Both of us paused. Suddenly I wish I had drank another glass. His eyes trailed down my body, taking it in.

“Harvey?” I asked, and he looked up at me, his look alone told me I was the one feeling off.

“Sorry…taking it in now.” He pushed my thighs out, spreading my legs wider, and he grew taller, kneeling only on one knee now,”once these glasses come off I can’t exactly see you the best.”

I felt my face blush as his hand ran along the inside of my thigh, and my pussy tighten from his touch. It’s been awhile, a good four years since I’ve been with something other than a vibrator. I felt his thumb slide up my lips, feeling how wet I’ve gotten, then his thumb slipped between and immediately found my clit. My lips parted the moment his thumb pad touched my clit, he slowly and softly dragged his thumb in a circle against it and my head lulled back a bit and I let out a sigh. He trailed a few kisses on the inside of my thigh, mustache tickling and dragging against my skin. His thumb worked a bit faster and my thighs quivered a few times.

“Harvey please.” I pushed out with a breath and I heard him hum lightly. His thumb left my clit and I felt his middle finger circle my wet hole before dipping in causing a moan to rumble in my throat as I bit my lip. His fingers were nice, he had nice hands at that. His fingers were long kind of thick, but nimble none the less. He curled his finger to the curve of my walls as he slowly dragged it in and out. I didn’t realize where he was till I felt the left side of the bed dip a bit.

“Absolutely soaked.” He whispered into my ear and a shiver ran down my spine and I tightened around his finger,”you haven’t had anything in a while, huh?”

“Too busy..mm, too tired at the end of the day.” I answered, feeling him kiss my neck, his stubble scratching lightly at my skin.

He kissed my shoulder with a hum, his middle finger leaving me, but coming back with his ring finger in tow. His fingers slipped right back in, my head couldn’t help my fall back, the front of my neck completely bared to him. He curled his fingers to my anatomy again and he sped up the slightest. I could feel how wet I was, it was almost embarrassing, but come on…it’s Harvey.

My hips rolled into his palm and his fingers found my gspot, I bit down onto my lips, my eyes fell close.

“Right theere.” I moaned, and he changed his fingers positions, a deeper curl. I heard something light fall onto the bed and my eyes opened the littlest. I saw his glasses. I raised my head, timing perfectly with him lifting my left leg onto his shoulder. His stubble rubbing against the inside of my thigh, before feeling his tongue against my clit, he kept a steady pace and motion with his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at my clit,my hand finding the top of his hair, not tugging but sitting in it, holding it out of his face. I was breathing heavy, breathy moans just slipping out. His lips latched on to clit, a mix of licking and sucking, making my body tense and my moans grow louder.

“Oh God.” I moaned out, my heel digging into his back just below his shoulder blade,”Fuuuck Harv.”

He pushed up onto the bed, his left arm wrapped around the front of my thigh, holding the inside of it with his hand and he pumped his fingers deeper and faster. I heard a groan erupt from him as his tongue dipped in with his fingers before sliding back to my clit, giving it a harsh suck. My hands gripped into his hair, my body pushing into his. My head felt light, my thigh tensing in his grip, being held open to avoid squeezing his head. The way he was circling, sucking, and licking my clit roughly paired with his fingers “come hither” and just how deep his fingers were inside of me I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel my slick dripping down my ass, definitely soaked in the comforter, my walls tightened around his fingers. My moans were more present, louder, and longer. My body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible.

“I’m gonna cum Harv.” I whined out, releasing his hair for a second before griping back on. My thighs started twitching and the upper half of my body curling forwards yet my head lulling back,”I’m gon-gonna cum baby.”

He didn’t change was he was doing, and my toes curled, my eyes rolling back, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as my body tightened. that knot in my abdomen snapping, cumming on his fingers. We kept his pace steady as I rode out my release, only slowing down when I started whimpering and hips near spasming into his face.

I fell onto my back, as his fingers slid out of my pussy, his tongue lapping up my release. His hand left the inside of my thigh, and I heard his glasses drag towards him, before wrapping around it again. He placed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his mustache wet. I was catching my breath, coming back to reality when my thigh dropped from his shoulder and I felt his thumb swipe across my bottom lip. I opened them and his finger laid on my tongue, I closed my lips around them, cleaning my cum off of them.

I opened my eyes when he slid his fingers out of my mouth. He was standing in front of the bed, looking down at my pussy, the bulge in his dark brown corduroys prominent. I sat up, and pulled him to me by his tie, kissing him heatedly, tasting myself on his tongue. My fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of jeans and pulling away from him, a light bite dragging his lip before letting go. His lips were pink, so was his face. He undid his tie enough to get it off over his head and took off his long sleeve as I placed kisses down his stomach, slowly unzipping his pants.

He wasn’t a “fit” man, he had a dad bod but no kids(not yet), but he was attractive and sexy as hell nonetheless. He brushed the hair out of my face as I kissed down his happy trail. I slid down to my knees and he took a step back. I looked up at him through my lashes as I hooked my fingers into the waist on his pants and boxer band, and slid them down. His cock sprung out and I stopped pulling down his pants. He was decent size, long enough to where he wouldn’t be able to get all of it in but most, but he was thick. It made sense for a man as meaty as he is.

I kissed up his thigh, which had impeccable grinding quality. His fingers carded through my hair, my hands sat on his hips as I kissed up his body till I was standing, a bit wobbly, but his hand came around to my back.

“I wanna ride you.” I kissed his chest and he chuckled, his hand sat on the side of my neck and lower part of my jaw, his thumb brushed over my jaw, before he angled my face to look up at him.

“You can, but you have to go easy.” I gave him a pouty furrowed brow look and he smirked with fondness,”you haven’t had sex in awhile. Feeling how tight you were-and just with fingers, you have to take it easy.”

“You saying I’m too small for your cock, Doctor?” I whispered intimately and I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, my chest pressing into his, his cock pressed against the front of my thigh. His face flushed even more as his hands held onto my waist. My hand came around to the back of his head and I pulled his head closer to mine and I whispered,”guess it’s a good thing I’m absolutely soaked for you.”

He let out a breath I don’t think he realized he was holding in and I lowered down onto my soles. He hasn’t gotten a moment to speak, this pussy has his tongue caught. My fingers dragging against his skin as I backed up and crawled onto the bed. I propped up onto my arms, facing him, and spread my legs open, my heels stable on the edge of the bed.

“Do you wanna be the one to stretch this pussy then?” It looked like his brain stopped working for a second, before has hand gripped onto his cock, his tongue quickly swiping along the bottom of his top lip and he smirked lightly, more adoration then the lust his eyes held.

“I probably shouldn’t, no condoms.” He crossed his arms, oh he looked good.

“What did you go into the city and fuck a stripper?” I joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“We’re unprotected.” His hands moved to his waist and I looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

“Harvey…you’re the dude who gives me my birth control every month.” He rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“I’m aware of that, It’s still unsafe nonetheless.” His hands sat on my knees before grabbing the back of my calves.

“Live a little, just for tonight.” His grip tightened on my calves and he looked to the side and then back to me before pulling me edge of the bed, I fell onto my back as he held my calfs on his waist, his cock sitting right over my soaking cunt. His head tapping against it as it bounced lightly.

“For tonight.” His hand let go of my calf and I held it against his waist. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his caressed my cheek, him thumb brushed against the cheek bone. He used that same hand to drag the head of his cock between my slick lips, running it against my clit, then rubbing his tip against my needy hole, he watched his cock slide between my lips before he looked up at me.

“Need a pillow.” I quickly grabbed the fluffiest one from behind me and handed it to him. I tightens my legs around him but he peeled them off,”where’s your bathroom?”

“Why?” I asked sitting up.

“Just need a towel.” I just fell in love with him. Luckily there was a bathroom in my bedroom so I pointed to the door and he walked over. Man has a nice ass, he is just good looking in general.

He came back with one of my thick towels, dark grey. He folded it into two and put it over the towel. I laid back down, holding my knees close to my chest and he grabbed my calf’s, spreading my legs and placing my lower half onto the pillow.

“That’s better.” His hands guided my legs around his waist, spitting into his palm and stroking his cock. I swallowed and bit down onto my lower lip as he stroked his cock through my lips. He was right, this angle felt better. His tip circled my entrance and he looked at me,”you ready?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded and he paused for a moment before he started pushing the tip in. I immediately gripped onto the mattress below me my eyes squeezing shut, he was so right. He always right.

“I think I-“ he stopped pushing in mid tip.

“No no, just keep going…Fuck Harv.”

“Just tell me if it hurts, I’ll go easy.” He started pushing it in again. My walls stretching around him yet clamping down on him. It was a mix of absolute pleasure and pain. A deep throaty grain erupted out of his chest, I opened my eyes to see his head tilted back before coming back to look down at his cock stretching into me. I when he bottomed he pressed deeper into me and pushed out a shakey moan from my lips.

He stopped for a moment, giving my body a chance to relax around him, his hand ran up and down my thigh comfortingly as I breathed in and out, my brows twisted together.

“Move, please” I said softly and he did just that, he slowly slid his cock out of me, even his tip, and slid it back inside. Another moan left my left, my lips stayed open as he pushed in deeper this time, pulling out to his tip and pushing back in. He kept it slow and steady, listening to the whines and groans that fell from my lips.

“Shit (y/n).” He groaned out, I felt his thumb press against my clit, rubbing tight and slow circle against it, my legs tightening around his waist. He moved his hips a bit faster, his cock dragging against my walls. His thumb abandoned my clit, and his hands grabbed onto my hips, holding them tightly, fingertips pressing deeply into my ass.

“Fuck me Harvey.” I breathed out.

“How do you want it, darling?” I pressed my lips together and a small giggle sounded in my throat from the pet name that fell from his lips, I felt my body curl a bit as his hand touched my check. His tone was as smooth as whiskey dripping with lust,”tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Faster…” I swallowed and took a breath, my voice a bit shakey,”and deeper.”

His movements did become a bit faster, still focused on not hurting me, but he did pressed his cock deeper into me on each thrust.

“Good good.” My lips fell open as he started thrusting harder, his tip starting to hit that spot in me,”oooh yess.”

“found it?”

“Uuhuh.” I moaned, and he thrusted his tip against it again, but harder, to confirm and it was confirmed with an unsolicited moan.

“You’re taking me so well, (y/n). So daaamn good.” He groaned, his thrusts stayed sharp and even but he sped up more, rocking his hips into my pelvis. I tightened around him getting lost in the feeling of his tip sliding through my walls, the sound of his skin now slapping against mine, and the way groans and light moans fell from his lips. My heels dug into his back and his name trailed out of my lips. I felt my slick drip down my ass and into the towel, hearing how wet his motions sound now. I felt his body lean forwards, his thrusts kept steady, but slowed down a bit, fucking deeply into me, his cock grinding perfectly against my g-spot now.

“Oooh! Har-Harvey!” I loudly moaned out, it didn’t hurt, well a little bit, but it felt too good to complain. He was tall so his forearms laid flat on the bed trapping my head. He placed a kiss on my forehead, my hands wrapping around his back and gripping onto his shoulders. I couldn’t help but moan Into his ear, erotic moans falling from my lips as my pussy got wetter.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock like this.” He strained out, my nails were digging into his skin as he sped up more. My eyes clamped shut, sob like moans ripping out of my throat, that heat building up in my lower abdomen telling me I was the verge of spilling over.

“Ha-Harvey,” I breathed out, my words whined ,”I’m gon-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my cock, darling.” He groaned into my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, and the erotic groans falling from his lips were a perfect music to my ears. My left hand slid off his back, and I felt his weight shift, and I peeled my eyes open. He didn’t have his glasses on, and he was propped up on left arm, his right hand went back to my pussy, his hand pressed down on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit quickly.

“Harvey! Aaaah fuuuuck!” My back arched up and a moan tore out of me, as my orgasm ripped through me. I saw starbursts behind my closed eyes, a rush of heat covering my whole body as it tensed up. My walls clamped around him as my right hands nails scraping against his back and he let out a strained groan.

“That’s it…That’s it.” He cooed, and I felt

His cock twitch inside of me as he fucked me through my high.

He kept his pace as steady as he could, going back to standing, his thumb abandoned my clit. I looked at him with heavy lids, watching his face,his glasses were back on, his lips were parted and his eyes watched his cock thrust in and out of me , and how his hands gripped onto my thighs.

“Come on Harv.” My tone tripped with ecstasy, as I propped up on my arms a bit to watch him and his body better, his eyes met mine, half lidded, before looking down, watching the way my chest moved from his thrusts,”cum for me Harvey.”

I felt his cock twitch more inside of me, his thrust still felt good and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, his neck straining, his body tightening, and I bit my lip at the sight of him on the verge of coming undone, but there was something holding him back, himself really.

“You-you can cum inside of me Harv..” I breathed out and swallowed and he locked his eyes with mine,”you can cum wherever.”

I relaxed my legs grip on his waist, and with those words he finally came undone. He slid out of me quickly, his hand stroking his cock roughly, spirting white cum onto my stomach. His head lulled back as he stroked his cock, slowing it down that last bit dripped down the bottom of his head and onto my stomach.

He breathed heavily as my legs fell from his waist and he sat down in the edge of the bed and fell into his back next to me. I closed my legs and r looked up and over at him, hand on his chest, catching his breath. I kissed his shoulder and he looked over at me, a blissed out look on his face and I smiled.

“You got game Harv.” I giggled and looked down at my stomach, and he sat up.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He leaned to me and placed a kiss on my lips before standing up, and proceeded to do just that.

The next day, noon

Harvey slept over last night, but when I woke up at six he was already gone, there was a note on the kitchen table in his hand writing that advised me to hydrate and thanking me for the good night. The wine glasses that were left outside were clean and on the drying rack as well. I had already gotten what I had to get done outside done, but it was another rainy day, absolutely down pouring. I had to change my clothes even though I had on my rain jacket, so I decided today would be a day that I would take to myself.

I was laying in the couch reading, some cable show playing on the tv. My reading was interrupted by a knock on the door, so I placed my marker in the book and got up quickly and headed to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

“Hi.” Harvey smiled, one hand held a soaked umbrella, his other was behind his back.

“That umbrella didn’t do you too well.” I giggled, seeing the rain spots on his button up, he looked at his shirt and chuckled.

“I guess not, at least I’m not soaked though…I’m sorry I walked out early, there was a shipment coming to the clinic at six thirty I had to be there for.” He explained.

“That’s alright, thanks for cleaning the glasses.” I wasn’t in front of the doorway he could walk in but he hasn’t,”what do you need Harv?”

“I…I wanted to give you this.” The hand that was behind his back came out and revealed a gorgeous bouquet. My lips fell over in shock and soon those like formed the biggest smile. My cheeks flushed as I took it from him, I looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at him,”you’re right…maybe this could work.”

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Envy

Shout out (again lmao) to @ave661 for the artwork (I’m sorry I tag you so much lmao)

Possessive Keegan x F!reader

Inspired by Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

Not proofread because I’m legit so tired lmao I could have done more to this but my brain isn’t working x

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, possessive and jealous themes, p in v, unprotected sex, goes without saying but it’s the internet ini, this is fiction. This is not a healthy relationship.

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The buzz of the bar hummed around you, strangers going about their business, wrapped up in their own little worlds. You sipped at your drink as you watched life unfold before you. Couples sharing intimate conversations, friends sharing stories, laughter. That’s when you noticed a pair of silvery blue eyes watching you from across the bar.

Keegan.

More specifically your ex-boyfriend Keegan.

Absolutely not wanting to get into it you finished your drink and made your way out of the bar. You could feel his eyes bore into you as you took your leave. Watching. Waiting.

It was an early autumn evening. Still warm but with a noticeable chill now in the air. Pulling out your phone your text your best friend, informing them that you’d seen Keegan at the bar and that you were making your way home. Going for a drink on your own wasn’t unusual for you. You did it quite often in fact, happy in your own company, watching the world go by. It gave you time to decompress, to think.

The taxi rank was about a 15 minute walk away, the streets weren’t too crowded, it being a Sunday after all. Everyone at home too full to move after their roast dinner. Various alley ways lined the streets, the first golden crisp leaves began to fall, the breeze encapsulated you in its warm embrace.

It was perfection. Your favourite season.

You allowed your mind to drift, forgetting all about seeing your ex-boyfriend. Entranced within your own world. And that’s when he pounced.

A firm broad body slams into you, pushing you full force into one of the alleyways. Before a shriek could even fall from your mouth a large hand muffled your mouth. Effectively silencing you. Your body hit the red brick wall with a dull thud. Dazed you eventually focused on your assailant, eyes widening as you were met with Keegans face.

His ashen eyes stared into your very soul, your essence. Your brows knitted together confused as you relaxed into his form. He’d never laid a hand on you, if anything he was sickly sweet, worshipping the ground you walked on. But he had a jealous side, one that he had managed to hide well. But the mask slipped, as it always did. He became possessive, envious of every interaction you had. He didn’t control or coerce you in anyway, but he’d always let you know what he was thinking. He wanted you all to himself. That’s when you ended it.

And by the looks he wasn’t getting over you any time soon.

Slowly he removed his hand, allowing your short sharp breaths to echo in the cramped alley. ‘Keegan?’ Your eyes fluttered around his features, trying to make sense of this … situation. ‘Hi sweetheart’ he drawled, his voice thick like caramel. Still breathless you whispered ‘what are you doing?’ He watched as your chest rose and fell, your lungs fighting against the adrenaline pumping through you.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek. ‘Just missed you is all. Saw you across the bar n needed to tell you.’ Scrunching your nose you scoffed ‘then just tell me like a normal person? Instead of pinning me in an alley way. Christ Keegan.’

‘Fuck, I love it when you’re angry.’ His eyes fell to your lips, watching as the corner of your mouth twitched.

Dropping his head he nuzzled into your neck, as he slipped his knee between your thighs. Slightly pushing your dress up against your skin. ‘Keegan’ you warned, your tone sharp and commanding. But that’s when he trailed his tongue from your neck to your earlobe, nipping at it gently. ‘Fuck you smell so good sweetheart’ you felt his voice rumble through his chest and onto yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled at your hip, his 6’1 frame towering over you.

‘Keegan …’ it was less of a warning and more of a plead, your breathless voice seeped into his skin spurring him on. ‘Missed the way you say my name sweetheart’ his grip on your hip tightened. Causing you inadvertently roll your hips into him, arching your back off the brick wall.

You brushed your cheek against his, his sharp jaw cut against your skin as you melted into him. With his other hand he snaked it up your body, along your neck and into your hair. Twisting it in his grasp. A surprised moan fell from you lips as he nipped your collarbone.

Peering over his shoulder you tried to scope out the street, to see if any passers by had clocked you. The street appeared empty, the off leaf tumbling by the entry way, the sky gradually darkening with every minute.

Giving in slightly you placed your hands on his arms, squeezing them gently. Heavy breaths fell in between the two of you. Nipping at your jaw he finally placed his lips on to yours, going against your better judgement you reciprocated the kiss. Lips dancing in unison as he swiped his tongue against yours. Sighing deeper into the kiss you tangled your fingers in his jet black hair, eliciting a hiss from him.

He placed his hand at the small of your back pulling you further into him. Breaking the kiss he trailed kissed from your lips to your neck again, knowing it was your sensitive spot. Using his free hand he cupped your jaw, dragging his thumb along your lips. You nipped and sucked on it gently, muffling the guttural moans from your chest. Thrusting his knee upwards closer to your cunt it grazed your swollen clit.

You jerked your hips, desperate to relieve the mounting pressure. Feeling you grind against his thigh he cupped your pussy, feeling how wet you were through your lace panties. ‘Always knew I could still make you wet baby, you want me to fill this cunt? Just like I used to? … hmmm?’ You knew this was so wrong, you ended it for a reason, but he always knew how to work your body. How to make you come undone with a mere touch.

‘Yes … fuck, yes’ you muttered.

With that he swept your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into your weeping cunt. Not giving you any time to adjust to his fingers he began pumping them in and out of you. Clenching onto the back of his neck you buried your face into his shoulder, biting at his muscular form. The sound of the wet pussy echoed in the alleyway as you desperately tried to stifle your moans. ‘Such a pretty little cunt. All those pretty sounds just for me. Only me’ his voice was possessive and deep.

You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, he was thick, it honestly surprised you every time. Dropping your hand you began rubbing his cock over his jeans, causing him to buck his hips slightly. With small gentle motions he began to circle your clit, adding to the pressure that was building in your core. He felt you clench against his fingers, ‘give it to me baby, wanna feel you cum … c’mon’ he cooed, his voice soft but demanding.

He kept his rhythm going, his moans melted into your ears as you rubbed his cock. He felt you clench tighter, throwing your head back your jaw fell slack as you started into to pant. Feeling yourself pass through the veil into an ocean of euphoria you clenched your eyes shut. Your hips writhed and jerked on his hand as his fingers remained inside you.

Tugging as his belt he soon got the message, removing his fingers he placed them on his tongue. Eyes rolling back into his head at your taste, a taste he missed to fervently. Yanking down his jeans and boxers his thick cock flung free. Wasting no time he hooked your thigh around his waist and pushed into you. Both gasping at the change in sensation as your walls hugged his cock. The evening air nipping at your exposed cores.

He placed his forehead against yours, biting his lip as he whimpered. Noses bumping together as he thrust into you, making up for lost time. ‘Missed the way you fuck, the way you taste’ he whispered against your lips. A grin broke out across your lips as you whined into him, reigniting a kiss. It was sloppy, messy and driven by his intense possessiveness of you. But fuck did he know how to work you, how to break you.

You muttered a string of nonsensical phrases under your breath as you savoured the feeling of him again. He stretched out your walls as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix, his fingertips clenched onto your thigh like a vice. Trying to steady himself but to pull you closer, despite there being no more room. Your arms draped around his neck, nails digging into his flesh as you let the intense pleasure consume you.

Feeling your oncoming orgasm grow deep with you, he gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him. ‘Fuck sweetheart, that’s it, cum on my cock’ he said drawling every last letter, every last syllable. You mouth fell open as heat rose against your skin, dropping a hand to your clit to push you past the edge. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth as you came, stifling your moans, muffling his name. The vibrations of your sounds shattered through him, as he came seconds later. He bit down on his lip, hard. Quietly whimpering as he watched your blown out pupils search his face, for what he wasn’t sure.

He pulled out slowly, but not before pushing his cum back into your cunt. You jolted at the sudden intrusion before smirking to yourself. He kissed you again, but this time it was slower, tender. As he pulled away he ran his thumb across your lips ‘you’ll always be mine.’

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‘The way you fuck the way you taste’ I didn’t make this up, this is from the song. God bless you Noah Sebastiann

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ababyrasberry · 1 year

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Sumeru men and habits they have!!

alhaitham x reader, kaveh x reader, tighnari x reader, cyno x reader, wanderer x reader (seperate)

Alhaitham has a habit of always touching you in public, but not in a bad way! I mean as in holding your hand or having an arm around your waist while you go on a walk or something. Although he claims, to not like physical affection, it’s his way of showing Sumeru that you’re his. In his massive brain, he sees it as not going overboard like some couples, but still letting society know that both of you are in a relationship .

You and Alhaitham walked down the streets of Sumeru city, arms linked together and looking at the various specialties being sold. It was one of Alhaitham’s very few days off, and he planned on spending all of it with you. The different names of items being called out by vendors allured you, and without even knowing, you were practically dragging him along out of excitement. Sure, maybe going out wasn’t Alhaitham’s first choice when it came to spending his free day, but he would rather be alongside you than anyone else.

Kaveh has a habit of showing you off or talking about you to anybody with two ears and a beating heart. He can’t help it, he just feels so lucky to have you!! He will legit meet a stranger and be like “-oh and also i have this amazing parter and they light up my word and-“. Sometimes ppl get tired of him for it, but they also have to agree with him cuz like, you’re pretty awesome. With or without you around, he just always seems to drift the conversation to you and your coolness.

You and Kaveh were supposed to meet up for a weekend date at a nearby coffee shop, which is why you were currently getting ready to leave. You left your house and walked in the cafe to see Kaveh there, sitting at a table talking with the traveler (we’re gonna go with Aether), and Paimon. Kaveh doesn’t seem to notice you walk in, so immersed in his conversation with Aether, but Aether notices you and sends a look of help. Walking closer, you could start to make out their conversation.

“ No Aether they’re actually so pretty and guess what they got me this gift and it made my day because its handmade and-“

I guess Kaveh just loves you that much.

Ok, Tighnari loves to give you those little flower bookmarks he talks abt, and its adorable. His face is almost hesitant, wondering if you’ll like it (of course you will 😀🔪), and for once, he isn’t the confident, sassy fox you know so well. He puts a lot of effort into picking the right flowers and making sure that they are pressed correctly, so make sure to thank him with hugs and cuddles.

“Hey, wake up you lummox, we’re going to be late for patrol if your don’t get your lazy ass up,” whispered Tighnari, who was somehow gentle yet demanding with his words. You got up and started to get ready, You were both ready to leave, but Tighnari stopped you from opening the door. “I have something for you. I know you started a new book, so I thought you could use a bookmark to help” he said, looking in your eyes for any form of disinterest or dislike. All he saw was adoration in your eyes as you took the bookmark from your hands and stared at it.

“It’s perfect, thank you my love” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his shoulder.

“OH SHIT WE’RE LATE-“, he shouted, making you realize the time. Both of you bolted out the door, grateful for the one peaceful moment you had.

Cyno has a habit of being really clingy when the two of you are alone. Like anytime he sees you doing something besides giving him affection, he makes you stop whatever you’re doing for a hug or kiss. You’ll be writing an essay for the Akedeymia and he will just pull you out of your chair and then sit with you in his lap. That’s his compromise, you can do work, and he gets to snuggle w you.

You have been working really hard on your essay for the Akedeymia, hoping that your writing technique and knowledge on your subject will get you recognition from your boss. You wrote and wrote and wrote, hand cramping up from the nonstop movement, and neck hurting from looking down. You didn’t notice Cyno sneaking up on you, ready to attack you with love. In one swift movement, he lifted you off of your seat and sat you down in his lap. He hadn’t seen you in a while, and he missed you.

“Cyno, I know you want some loving, but I have to finish this” you said.

“You’ve been working on that for hours, its time you take a break” he said while picking you up again and leading you to the couch. You didn’t deny him, knowing that nothing would come in between him and loving you.

The wanderer (Kuni), has a habit of teasing and pestering you. He knows it, too. The little pokes on your check or the pinches to your shoulder make you annoyed as hell all the time, but he loves it. He likes the way your face scrunches up in annoyance or the side eye you give him when he gets on your nerves. He can’t help it, you just look too peaceful, and he’s ready to wreck that.

“Kuniiiiiii, stop poking me!” you whined, trying to take a nap. You were so tired, and all you wanted to do was to crawl in bed. Kuni had other ideas, and he wasn’t going to let up until you gave in to his pestering.

“Why should I? I spent all day waiting for you to get home, and the first thing you do it try to nap, how boring.” replied Kuni.

Even though he was trying to get you up, he noticed how tired you were when you walked in, so he eventually crawled into bed with you. As Kuni got under the sheets, he immediately snatched the pillow you were cuddling and wrapped his arms around you. You snuggled into his shoulder, and both of you drifted off to sleep.

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calware · 1 year

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TT: ‘Sup. TG: sup TG: this definitely won’t get confusing TT: Are you kidding me? It's about as downright comprehensive as it could ever get. TG: glad were on the same page TG: might as well be in the same paragraph with how on the same page we are TT: I’d wager we’ve even made it down to the exact sentence. TG: hell yeah we have TG: my brain is short circuitin here tryin to keep track of whos talking @_@ TT: Just leave the short-circuiting to me then, ok? TG: at least jas had the decency to change her color to a unique hex lmao TT: Of course. As if I wasn't civilized.

TT: You’re part housecat. TT: Emphasis on the “house” prefix. What sort of stray do you take me for? TG: O_O TG: woah lets back up on the snarky broad infighting and set the record straight here cause by scratching our session TG: we created your universe ie chronologically we take precedent TG: ie we get dibs TG: ie rose and i shouldnt have to change colors TT: Oh hell no. Ain’t no way I'm changing my text color a second time. TG: yeah and u guys were made from our genes soooo technically we were here first TG: that may be true for you two but i *know* dirk made hal when he was 13 so ill keep chilling over here with the red text rights TT: That text has composed my entire nonphysical self for the past 3 years. I’d argue I’m more deserving of its hue. TT: Are we really just going to bicker the entire time? TG: Only ten minutes into a conversation and we’re already at each other’s throats. TG: hal tbf u started it lool TT: … TT: ……… TG: …………… TT: ………………………… TG: what r all tha dots 4……………… TG: WAIT CRAP TG: aaaughh dave u tricked me!! using proper punctuation and everythin TT: It seems there simply aren’t enough colors in the rainbow to sustain our familial unit. Pity. TT: Hey, first I’m losing my text color and now I gotta give up my beloved speech pattern? I might as well saw off my totally new and legit arms while I’m at it. TT: We could always switch over to hemotyping! TG: oh my god jas youre a genius TG: NOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT TT: Yes. That’d be hilarious. TG: signnn am i gonna have 2 double check ur initials every time one of u sends a message now… TT: Sure, you could. TT: But how can you be sure it wasn’t Dirk who just sent that? We still use the same account, you know. TG: GAHH ARE YOU KIDDIN ME TT: Don’t worry Rox, I’m just messin’ with you. TT: Or am I. TG: this family is a nightmare

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pancakeke · 4 months

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I made a customer so mad on a call today that he muted and turned his camera off lol.

I did it on purpose though.

We needed to create a process but this dude always dominates the convo to give long pointless monologues about how *something* needs to be done in relation to vague nonspecific things (like "I don't like what I'm seeing here" ok then WHAT are you seeing??) He absolutely refuses to give concrete details or make actionable requests, plus he's always extremely disrespectful, accusatory, and lies about things. So I kept cutting off his unhelpful monologues to ask for specifics and when he didn't give them I gave options for what we could do rather than letting him continue to make the same whiny statements over and over but with different wording each time.

Then he tried to derail by doing this needlessly dramatic arm waving and wandering away from the camera thing, then wandering back with his head in his hands while saying weird phrases I assume were some kind of worthless business speak phrases? (Example, the last one he said was "Just take the weekend off". Maybe this means like "we need to take a break and regroup"? I legit do not know the intent. I directly asked "What do you mean by that?", no paraphrasing, but he ignored me so maybe he was telling me to go fuck myself. idk).

Anyway I kept being direct and trying to sort out a plan of action with our salesperson meanwhile this dude kept interjecting with absolutely asinine statements like "YOU need to figure this out" referring to my company, not me specifically. But like that was literally what we were doing at that moment?? So I asked him "Are you asking us to create new procedures without your company's input? Ideally need to know specifically where you're having issues to know how I should create reporting." Then he shut his webcam and mic off.

Progress was made at this point since he wasn't interrupting anymore but that didn't last long cause he jumped back in to make a big deal about how he couldn't stay on the call longer because he had another meeting soon. But if he has just explained that in one sentence rather than monologuing about his time we could have made more actual plans.

idk if this guy is purposely trying to stop us from creating a process though cause he blew up at us when we had extra inventory on hand (that he told us to buy) which then led him to tell us that we weren't allowed to make any purchases for them without approval. After this we sent a purchase request over to them for approval and they didn't approve it (we were ghosted, not denied), which made this guy is blow up at us again for not just buying the components immediately without asking.

I think he just wants us to do whatever benefits him in the moment and also he doesn't ever want us to hold his company accountable (per our contract...) for any unused components. and since documentation and processes creates accountability, they're bad for someone who wants instant gratification and no responsibility.

This call was so fucking bewildering though. It was like this guy had a book of business speak phrases and thought that if he kept reading them off he would look smart and important and then we would just flagellate ourselves at his feet. Even though the problem is pretty much his fault for not managing his side of the business. These guys have turned derailing conversation into a goal so I went robot mode and wouldn't let myself say a word that wasn't data-focused. I really hoped this would force their side to speak in numbers and facts so I could get info and ideas from them that we could actually use to build a new procedure.

But now I see that my plan was doomed from the start cause this guy will just disappear if I don't let him spend the whole meeting listening to himself talk while not actually saying anything.

I have some kind of brain problem where I always think that if I can figure out how to communicate with people in juuust the right way they'll stop being cunts and cooperate with me. Cause I'm working for their benefit so they should want to work together, right? :)

Wrong. People are fucking bonkers. They do not care about problem solving. It's all about ego. And somehow their egos do not recognise how purposely creating problems leads to failures that might reflect poorly on them.

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Max Verstappen X Celeb Ex!Reader -Angst.

Part 2, no warnings, just mentions of alcohol, reader gets really drunk, breaking up and arguing, so pretty angsty. Mentions of flirting but that’s it. Daniel Ricciardo is a legit Angel. Now Max Verstappen is crowned champion of the Silverstone Grand Prix, y/n watches on with a bitter sweet feeling, remembering all those races where she’d be the first person to congratulate him. Now everything’s different. She turns to the endless flow of alcohol that night when out in a club, things get a little tense when Max also happens to arrive at the same place. Alcohol distorts tf out of her poor, heartbroken brain and an argument ensues.

“And Max Verstappen takes first place in the Silverstone GP!” Without thinking about it, my arms reached into the air as I jumped up with a joyful cheer. Max was dominating the track this season, and it was a break from reality to utterly immerse myself in the race. I knew cameras were on me when a few eyes turned my way so I settled down with a genuine smile, glancing around the area to find where Max’s car would pull up. Already I’d joined his mum and sister in the Paddock for a few- too- many drinks, it wasn’t awkward, but I didn’t know if that was just the champagne talking.

It was safe to say I’d got completely and utterly wankered. I’d liked to have thought that it wouldn’t have continued, but I ended up heading to an exclusive club after the race, unable to give in and go back to my lonely hotel room. “Wow, you really are heartbroken girl.” Anise, who I worked with with Sky watched me shot down the Tequila. I’d sobered up from a small pit stop at the hotel room, so I was making up for lost drunkness now.

“Fuck it!” I shrugged, spitting the lime back into my glass as her eyes trailed over my shoulder. I followed her gaze to see Max had just walked in with a bunch of other guys from Red Bull. My heart jumped and immediately the distraction of alcohol no longer felt effective.

“Fuck.” I repeated as she offered me a sad smile. “I’m on the next round, girl…” Hours had passed and my attempts of avoiding Max had been successful. Well, apart from the glimpses we’d share from across the packed club. Every time I’d watch for him, I’d find him doing the same to me. It hurt way more, we used to love going out together, now we were acting like people who had never seen one another before.

“Hey! Hey, y/n/n!” A voice caused me to jump from my trance that was Max Verstappen. I blinked back, looking up to Daniel Ricciardo as a smile broke on my face. “Danny, hi!” I embraced the longtime friend who squeezed me a little extra harder. “How are you, you okay?” He kept a hand on my arm seeing as I stumbled slightly.

“I’m- I’m good! I’m a little drunk, how about you?!” I yelled over the music as he smiled back to me. “I can tell, I’m great, you wanna come over and say hi to everyone?” He offered, nudging me over as I shook my head. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” “Are you sure? Max wont bite you.” He teased causing a sad little smile to form on my face. “He might do.” I teased as Daniel threw an arm over me. “I’ll look after ya’.” With that the Australian was leading me back to where Max was stood with the rest of the team.

“Look who it is!” Daniel pointed as a bunch of men cheered out, I noticed Geri was there alongside Christian Horner, and I was overwhelmed with happiness when they welcomed me first into a hug. I was scared they’d hate me and my drunk mind was sensitive, especially when Geri had told me how much she had missed me. “How are you sweetheart, we miss you?!” Christian asked, kissing me on the cheek as my eyes landed on Max. He’d blanked me completely, tapping on the bar below with a solemn expression. I wanted to say hi, but he didn’t look up once.

“I’m good, I’m good, yeah.” I blinked a few times, back to the conversation ahead of me. “Stay here with us for a bit, we missed you!” Geri insisted, repeating Christians words. I could feel my chest knot and tighten painfully the longer I stayed around Max, and I knew I wanted to cry. Not here, not here, you never cry in public don’t ruin that now.

“I miss you guys!” Instead I forced out a sad laugh, glancing back to the free space at the bar. “Do you need another drink?” I then eyed up Geri’s empty Prosecco glass. “I’ll grab another bottle.” I insisted, hurrying towards the bar, further down than where Max sat. He looked like he was forcing himself to have a good time, and it kinda irked me that I was probably ruining his celebrations. I’d never felt unwelcome with Max, not once, but now I just felt like I was invading a space that wasn’t mine. The longer I waited at the bar the more awkward I’d convinced myself to feel. I was just about to leave when a man blocked my view. “Oh, hi!” I drunkly spoke, not having a single clue who he was. “Oh hi!” He chuckled, holding out his hand. “I’m Frankie, you’re beautiful.” Oh no… “Ah, thank you.” I shyly spoke, stumbling as I attempted to lean back slightly. “Woah!” He chuckled, reaching a hand to rest on my back. “You alright?” He questioned, hand lingering as I felt myself grimace in frustration. Not the man I wanted to see or talk to right now.

His hand began trailing down to the curve of my spine over the bump of my ass, I cringed, nudging him away. “Really not interested in you or your fucking creepy hands right now.” I hissed, the turn causing him to hold up both his hands and strut away with wide eyes. As if he thought that would work. When my vision was free, I looked up to see Max now occupied. Talking to a girl. My heart dropped and stomach churned. He hand a hand on her back as she giggled besides him, nodding eagerly before his his hand slipped off again.

Oh, fuck. Now that was a massive punch in the gut. My drunk mind was erratic as I shook my head, expression clearly disgusted, the girl catching my eyes with a confused expression before I stormed away. I had the right mind to launch myself over there and yell at him for being so disrespectful. Right under my fucking nose. He couldn’t even say hi? I was furious, beyond angry, god I was so wasted I couldn’t walk in a straight line but I sure as hell wasn’t dealing with Max flirting up with another girl right under my nose. That was just a dick move. “Ay, ay!” Daniel took both my shoulders, just as I tried to pass him. He’d seen the full exchange. “Daniel, please, I need to go.” I struggled to get past him. He tilted his head down in a slight concern when he noticed the tear that slipped from my eye. “Ah, okay, let’s go.” He ushered me out, an arm slung over my shoulder as we wormed our way out to the private smoking area that was reserved for the ‘celebrities’ only. Fucking prissy if you asked me.

“I need to go home, Daniel.” I repeated, wrapping my hands over my bare arm. “I know, I know.” “I am so fucking done with him.” My voice cracked and a sob rattled through me. “Hey, no don’t cry.” He was quick to pull me in for a hug, rubbing my back quickly. “Aw, no I don’t know what to do when people cry..” Daniel slurred slightly as I sniffled, wiping under my eyes quickly.

“Sorry, but I just- I just can’t watch him in there talking with all those girls.” I too, was slurring, it only became apparent to me when we’d got into the fresh air and I somehow felt 10x drunker. “I’m so fucking angry.” I wept. “I’m gonna regret this in the morning, I’m sorry Daniel.”

“Nah it’s a dick move from him I agree, look he’s probably just jealous.” The Australian explained, hand still on my upper back in support. “Uh huh.” I nodded looking up to the night sky in order to prevent more tears falling. “Please don’t get this upset, I know it’s shit to see but he won’t have meant anything bad by it. She probably just wanted a picture with him.” I took a deep breath, using my sleeve that was luckily black to dab under my eyes. “Yeah.” I agreed. “She’s just really pretty.”

“She’s got nothing on you.” Daniel bluntly spoke causing me to laugh out sadly. “Seriously, y/n/n, it’s just a shit time, especially when you’ve both had to be in the same place.”

“I know… I think I just need to go home.” I sighed, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Alright… Have you got your bag?” Daniels words caused me to search frantically for my bag. “Shit, it’s at the bar.” I panicked, knowing my phone and everything was in there.

“It’s okay, I’ll go get it, you wait here, alright?”

“Thanks, Daniel.”

“That’s okay.” When Daniel went inside I was left with silence. Well, that and the noise of the obnoxiously loud music. Gold digger was a playing and somehow it made me tear up knowing how often Max played this in the shower. Fuck, how was I about to cry over fucking Gold Digger by Kanye West. I was pathetic. A pathetic, drunk mess. It was kinda laughable.

Daniel returned moments later, with my bag in his hand. I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“I’ll get you back, okay? I’m tired anyway, promised Heidi I’d call her.”

“Thank you.” I nodded once again as we turned around, Daniel leading me back inside. Before we even reached the doors, they swung open again revealing nobody else other than Max. Fuck.

“What’s going on?” He stumbled out, eyes full of confusion as I looked back to him, my mouth slightly agape. “Where’s re you both going?” He blinked in utter confusion.

“Back to the hotel, mate. She’s upset.” Daniel attempted to lead me through again with a hand on my back. “Together?!” The stupid question sent a rage like no other through me.

“Oh, Max what?” I spat. “Mate.” Daniel sighed in frustration. Why on earth would he even think Danny and I would be like that. “What’s going on?!” He questioned again as I swallowed. “Why have you followed us out?” I questioned as he winced.

“You ran out, I saw Daniel with your bag? Why are you crying?” He was obviously drunk, I could tell from the bloodshot look in his eyes. “Max, leave it out-“ “No, what’s going on?!” He probed again as I sighed, looking towards Daniel. “You can go if you want, I’m just gonna…” I shrugged awkwardly as he nodded. “I’ll be inside.” He nodded back to us both, slapping Max on the shoulder in a friendly manner before heading inside, leaving me face to face with Max.

“Why are you crying?” He attempted to reach forwards and touch my arm but I pulled my arm away. He didn’t like that, he blinked as I stared back up to him. “Look, you can do whatever you want with girls, I don’t give a shit, just not right under my nose.” I gestured harshly, attempting to move past hun to go inside. “What?!” Max spluttered out a laugh, causing me to stop completely.

“You’re the one that was dancing like that right in front of me, I saw you and the man at the bar!” He exclaimed as I felt another surge of anger ripple through me. “That man was trying to feel me up, I told him to fuck off.” I spat back, my heart setting off at the confrontation. I was never good at arguments.

“And dance like what, Max?”

“Like you’re trying to get everybody’s attention!” He fired back. “Oh, shut up.”

“No, don’t tell me to shut up!” Max argued as I rolled my eyes with a frustrated sigh. I turned around and began pacing towards the exit towards the street. “Where are you going?” Max was hot on my heel as I ground my teeth.

“Away from you, I’ll let you flirt in fucking peace!” I hissed as he choked out a scoff. “Are you kidding?!”

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking, Max?! It’s been three weeks! Three fucking weeks, I turn around and you’re already talking to other girls!” My eyes began welling up again.

“Am I not allowed? You left me!” He jabbed a hand into his chest as I felt another wave of pain hit me. “You knew how lost I was.” I broke down, wiping at my eyes harshly. “You can’t use that against me, just don’t fucking do that shit right under my nose- do you know how much it hurts?” I rambled through tears as Max looked completely taken back.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t still love you, you absolute fucking prick!” I cursed as his brows winced. “Y/n-“ he attempted to mutter but I turned away and quickly tried to wipe my tears. “Such a dick fucking move, Max. Did you want to hurt me?”

“Yes.” He muttered, just when I thought I’d asked an unanswerable question. “I wanted to get back at you for leaving me.” Max spoke calmer now, scratching at the back of his neck as I shook my head in disbelief.

“That’s fucked up.” I turned around, beginning my journey back to the hotel. “I know.” He sighed, his voice following after me. “Stop following me, Max.” I rushed past the security guards, towards where there was endless cars lined up.

“Hi, Whittlebury hotel please.” I forced a smile through my tears to the driver. He must’ve thought I was a fucking psycho. When I opened the door, Max muttered my name again. “I’m not letting you go back alone.” He put a hand on mine causing me to tense up. I was so hurt, I couldn’t even look at him.

“I literally don’t care.” I lied, climbing in the back seat to which he followed me in. “I’m being serious, you’re not going alone.”

“Max, leave me the fuck alone.” I spoke lowly so the driver wouldn’t hear me. “No.” He firmly spoke, reaching over to plug my seatbelt in. That was the first time I gave in that night, finding it harder and harder to direct angry words towards him.

Now he was sat besides me in a moving car, I couldn’t exactly kick Max Verstappen out onto the streets of Silverstone either. It was more than fucking awkward as I sniffled, texting to tell my friends I was on my way back and apologise profusely to Daniel. I couldn’t even text normally, my fingers were trembling and the alcohol blurred my vision.

“You’re not coming up to my room.” I then attempted to firm, “that’s fine.” Max spoke softly, watching towards me. I refused to look at him. I couldn’t, no matter how much my heart yearned for him. My brain was growing more and more confused as I dropped my head in my hands. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I questioned glumly, Max reached over and placed a hand on my upper back. The action being small but something that made me cry 10x harder than before.

“I’m not leaving you alone, y/n.” I could see from the corner of my eye the way his head hung low, how he watched me, his touch was so soft and gentle how I always remembered. “Im sorry for making those assumptions earlier. It was so wrong of me.” He whispered as I sighed. “And I'm truly sorry for trying to hurt you, that’s fucked up.” “Stop.” I whispered feeling my whole body aching for my boyfriend back. I’d made a massive mistake of leaving him, now the guilt was eating me alive. Max sighed gently, but his hand didn’t move off my back the whole car ride back to the hotel. Of course, there was paparazzi.

“Are you okay, do you want to wait a minute?” Max asked as I looked up to him for the first time the whole car ride. His whole expression has changed from earlier, he looked more gentle, tired, there wasn’t a trace of anger left on his face. “I’m sorry, Max.” My lips trembled as I undid my seatbelt. “I’m sorry for hurting you.” “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I sunk into his touch, a little too scared to touch him myself, but the comfort I gained from the hug was unalike anything else. He was patient with me, rested his head on top of mine for a couple moments before he took me by the hand, keeping me besides him through the row of flashing lights as I attempted to hide my face as much as possible. When we got back in the lift, it was a little awkward again. I pushed a 3 for my floor and he then pushed a 4. The floor were all the drivers stayed. “I’m just gonna go to bed now. I’m sorry for interrupting your night.” I finally spoke when the lift started moving. If I didn’t, it would be awkward as hell.

“You didn’t.” Max responded as I stared at the doors ahead of me. It was like a scene straight out of Grey’s anatomy. Soon enough, the doors swung open and I reluctantly headed back to my room. “Night, Max.” I muttered.

“Night.” I didn’t turn around to know he was glum, I knew he would be, and I couldn’t bare seeing it. I went to bed that night crying pathetically, confused as to what had actually happened. The whole thing was a mess, my mind was a mess. I really knew I’d made a fucked up decision leaving Max, now I just had to deal with the consequences…

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #Max Verstappen #Max Verstappen angst

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restinslices · 3 months

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Heyyy omg first i wanted to say how much i love the things you write!! Thanks for giving me for free teehee ;p Second... sorry i always feel so awkward when i ask someone to write something that i dream of, like, i'm demanding or being selfish lmaooo im sorry for rambling... SORRY I NEED TO ASK ONLY YOU CAN DO IIITTTTT: So, i was watching Avatar: the legend of aang and there is this part when the group goes to a theater and Katara (the protagonist love interest) sits and then one of the group sits beside her and the protagonist is like "hey can you let me sit there?" its so cute like... SO SORRY, But do you think would be nice a fic, headcanon or anything when the reader is very liked by Kung Lao, Johnny and Kenshi (or any character you like) and they kind fight each other to stay closer to the reader or spend more time with them... Sorry for my bad english i had to let this out...

Idk why my brain was struggling to figure out how to write this but there we are. I hope you like it!

You were waiting for this particular movie for a long time and although you told them that coming with you wasn't necessary and you didn't wanna be a bother, they decided to join anyway

To you it looks like “wow, my friends are so nice”. To them it's “I can't wait to spend more time- y'all are coming too?!”

The fighting to stay near you begins early on

You ask to ride shotgun and obviously they say yes. Now they're fighting over who drives

Kung Lao says he can drive because he'll get you there quicker

Johnny says he can drive because he's the better driver and won't get you arrested (Kung Lao tends to speed)

Kenshi… well… he knows to sit this one out

None of them get their way though because Raiden ends up driving

Which annoys all of them because Raiden is the only one who doesn't like you

Childhood best friends who could only see each other as siblings type of shit. It pisses all of them off because that means Raiden is always near you

You go to a store to get snacks because who actually buys snacks at the movie theater?

And they are latched to you

You say to spread out and get whatever candy or snacks they want and they all magically want whatever snacks are in the aisle you're in

It's pathetic

Little problem though. You have two sides and it's three of them

There's behind you but it's not the same. It doesn't feel like they're apart of a conversation

“Everyone thinks I'm blind so to avoid suspicion, I should hold onto you”

Kenshi’s resourceful (I still don't know if he can see now or just in combat)

That guarantees him a spot by your side

Now the two most conceded people gotta fight for that next spot

Johnny immediately slides next to you but Kung Lao squeezes in and pretends he sees candy he really likes

He actually hates Sweet Tarts but it worked at least

These two are giving each other funny looks the whole time in the store

That's pretty much all they do the whole time you're in the store. Just sliding in between each other

Then you get back in the car and Raiden drives again, which still bothers them

You get to the theater, get your tickets and get to your room or whatever it's called. Last movie I saw in theaters was Black Widow-

You like sitting in the outer seat though so that means only one person can sit by you

Raiden goes to sit by you and at this point, they think it's on purpose

Johnny shoves $20 in his hand and has him sit somewhere else

So now the other two are mentally booing

Johnny goes to use the bathroom and Kung Lao sits in his seat, even though you say Johnny is gonna want his spot back

And of course Johnny comes back and wants Kung Lao to move, which causes a whisper argument and you have to take matters into your own hands and tell them both to move and for Kenshi to sit by you since they wanna be childish

They legit wanna kill each other now

“Everything was going fine. Why'd you take my spot?!” “You moved!” “I hate you” “Hate your debt” “Weren't you rejected as the champion?” “Weren't you?”

Kenshi is feeling great though. You guys are whispering and laughing the whole time

He definitely feels better than the other two

He makes sure to hold his bladder. Y'all are not finna fuck him over

The other two are side eyeing him the whole time

They use passing snacks as a way to still chat but you’re like “bro there’s a movie on”

The movie ends and you guys leave and they don't even protest about Raiden driving because they know it is what it is

They drop you off first and once you're inside, the yelling starts

Multiple things are revealed

A) Raiden knew what he was doing. He finds it funny.

B) Kung Lao and Johnny are now enemies for life

C) Kenshi believes he has a better chance with you now

More events will be planned and this will happen all over again so good luck

Y’all I made a library run and I’m so hype for these books. Y’all don’t understand. I was riding my bike back home with a smile on my face

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #kung lao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao x reader #johnny cage x reader #kenshi takashi x reader #kung lao headcanons #johnny cage headcanons #kenshi takahashi headcanons #mk1 headcanons

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stxrmylxve · 11 months

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(I'm sorry I thought I had sent in my last one but I woke up with this on the brain because I used to at least try to do this in my last relationship)

Kazutora, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, and (I CAN'T NOT INCLUDE THIS BEAUTY) Izana when their S/O just starts showering them in compliments because they absolutely adore them (I.E. "your eyes are so beautiful," "I love your hair, it's so soft," "you have really gorgeous hands, you know," "you smell really nice"[that'll be one where S/O would snuggle up], "I adore your voice")

Kazutora:

“You’re eyes are so beautiful…” you mutter as Kazutora continues to talk, a small blush coming over his face as he tries to ignore the compliment

bro he LIVES for compliments and comfort 🤚

“Your eyes are pretty too.” he says sheepishly as you just stare at him, a small blush joining your cheeks too

”But you’re as better! They like.. shine in the sun. I’ve never seen someone with eyes like yours”

Stop it! He might have to take a break to cool down!

Baji:

he legit is so cocky and brushes compliments off so easily 💀 in public, that is

He nudges your hand slightly, pulling his hair away from your fingers with a frown. “Sorry, I just adore your hair. It’s so soft, my hair isn’t even like that. I bet others get jealous of it, right? And-“

He will put his hand over your mouth and will ‘shhhh’ you before he turns red

he looks away as the blush worsens

will use compliments back at you too 👆 He just uses them in different settings

Chifuyu:

blushes so bad he looks like a damn tomato

You play with his hands as he talks with baji, every once in a while bringing them to your mouth to pepper them in kisses as he stumbles on his words

”I was trying to have a civil conversation, you couldn’t wait to kiss me?” he says as he huffs, trying to cool off his blush but rather looking even more cute

”But you just have such pretty and cute hands. They’re not beat up like Baji’s. And they are always soft…” you explain as he halts his movements to look back at you

”You’re doing it again.”

”Doing what??”

”Being too nice.”

”No, All I said is true.”

Mitsuya:

Mitsuya sighs as he sets his things down, beyond tired from making countless things for an upcoming contest as he settles down on the couch

taking the opportunity, of course you have to join him on the couch too

”You smell nice today, Mitsu’.” you say as you lean into his side, raking your fingers through his whispy hair as he glances down at you

”You think so?” he asks, a small smile creeping onto his face “Yeah.”

makes a note of it and buys no other cologne that the one(s) you compliment him on and like

Izana:

Izana goes over his plans one last time in the meeting, concluding it as he hugs you from behind (yes, sitting on his lap during a stressful meeting is a must for him.)

Everyone leaves and you’re just left there with him as he sighs and stuffs his head into your back

”You know I absolutely adore your voice, right?” you say to break the silence as you earn a squeeze to your hand

He’s just glad he is behind you, otherwise you would see the goofy smile on his face from the compliment

he didn’t get very many compliments in his childhood, so he will take any he can get and will value them until the day he dies 🥹

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Treat You Better

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 4,256

Warnings - swearing, alcohol, mentions of cheating

Song - Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

Summary - your boyfriend is a dick, and Bradley knows he'd be ten times the boyfriend he was

A/N - I legit came up with this on the walk home from the bus stop and honestly we love my brain sometimes bc I have this and then (shock horror) a Hangman fic planned which I'm super excited to write bc it features something I've loved since I was like 11/12 so that's fun! Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!!

Entering the Hard Deck after a long day of training was one of your favourite things to do, especially when all of your friends from Dagger Squad were there too. This time, however, it was just you and your boyfriend Mike, better known by his callsign ‘Checkmate’ going to the bar for some drinks. You and Mike settle down on the stools just in front of the bar and you tuck your phone firmly into your pocket, not wanting Penny to ring the bell on you.

“Can I get you anything?” Penny asks, wiping down the bar as she smiles at you.

“Just one beer.” Mike says quickly, not even giving you a chance to say anything. You liked Mike, you’d only been dating a month and the relationship was running somewhat smoothly but you couldn’t help but have your doubts about some parts. You wouldn’t bring them up to Mike, knowing he’d get defensive and make you seem like the bad guy for bringing it up in the first place.

“Anything for you, y/n?” Penny asks, noticing that you got spoken over.

“A beer would be nice Penny. Thank you.” You say with a smile as Penny nods, grabbing two beers and placing them on the bar.

“Speak over her like that again Checkmate and that bell is ringing.” Penny warns as Mike rolls his eyes once her back is turned, taking the orders of other patrons.

“Just because she’s an Admiral’s daughter she thinks she can talk to me like that?” He scoffs, making you bite your tongue to stop yourself from snapping at him.

“Let’s just move if she’s bugging you so much.” You say, gesturing to the open tables you can sit at. Just as Mike goes to respond, his gaze wanders to be behind you.

“Didn’t know they were coming tonight.” He mutters, making you look over your shoulder to see Dagger Squad chattering amongst each other as they entered the bar, heading to their usual spot by the pool table.

“Pegasus! Checkmate!” You hear Fanboy call, and you look over at him, smiling as he waves madly, making you wave back as Payback and Coyote gesture for you to come and join them.

“Shall we?” You say, looking back at Mike who shrugs.

“Sure, I’ve been meaning to catch up with Hangman since he got back from his mission.” He replies, both of you grabbing your beers and crossing to your friends. Mike immediately approaches Hangman, striking a conversation as Phoenix greets you.

“Hey, Phoenix!” You greet her happily as you sit down; she hadn’t been at training today, so you missed out on seeing her, so you were happy she came to the Hard Deck. As you converse, Bob gets a round for those who had just entered the bar before joining yours and Phoenix’s conversation.

“No Rooster then?” You ask, glancing around for your friend who was the only member of your friend group that hadn’t shown up.

“He said he’d be coming. He’s probably just running late.” Bob says, glancing briefly at the door before turning back to you.

“’Late’ and ‘Rooster’ can’t be in the same sentence. I swear he’s never been late for anything a day in his life. He might not be up for coming and I wouldn’t blame him. Training was tough today.” You say, looking at the piano that Rooster often sat behind, playing songs for you all to sing loudly along to. You felt a pang of sadness in your heart at the realisation that Rooster most likely wasn’t coming to the bar. You and Rooster had been friends since forever and you hadn’t seen much of him since you told him you were dating Mike. You still saw him but not as much as you wished you could. You take a sip from your beer and as you place the bottle down on the table you hear Coyote dramatically call out to someone.

“Rooster, how nice of you to join us!” He says as Rooster crosses to the group, taking his aviators off and grinning at his friends.

“Hey, Roo!” You exclaim happily, leaping up from your seat and pulling him into a hug he wastes no time in returning. You couldn’t deny that you had some feelings towards Rooster, but you accepted he didn’t have the same feelings for you, so you started going on dates to try and move on from hopeless pining. That’s what led you to Mike.

“Hey, Pegasus.” He says as he hugs you tight, glancing around the room and locking eyes with Checkmate who scowls at the way Rooster is hugging you. When you begin to pull away, Rooster lets you much to his displeasure. He was harbouring feelings for you and the day you told him Checkmate asked you to be his girlfriend was the day he was going to confess how he felt to you. He knew that he’d be ten times the boyfriend Checkmate was, but he loved you too much to meddle in your relationship despite how clear it was that Checkmate didn’t give two shits about you.

“How’d you find training today?” You ask, pulling him over to sit with you, Phoenix, and Bob, unaware of Mike’s angered glare in your direction. As you discuss how Rooster found training, Mike comes over and plants himself in the seat next to you.

“Hey Pegasus, come talk to Hangman with me, his latest mission sounds like something I’d nail.” He boasts proudly, pulling you out of your seat and over to Hangman who greets you with a friendly smile.

“God he’s such an asshole.” Phoenix groans, rubbing at her face.

“I don’t understand how y/n chose him.” Rooster mutters, staring over at you as you chat with Hangman, smiling as he recounts his mission’s success. As Rooster stares at you, Phoenix and Bob exchange a glance. All of Dagger Squad had figured out Rooster’s crush on you and they had been rooting for the two of you to get together ever since.

“You know, even Hangman hates Checkmate. He thinks Pegasus could do so much better than that douchebag.” Payback says as he sits himself in the seat you were previously occupying. The group watches as Hangman laughs at whatever Checkmate had just said, although it was more of a light scoff than a laugh.

“With how much Checkmate is like Hangman I’m surprised he hates him.” Bob says, glancing over at his friends rather than staring obnoxiously at the three by the pool table.

“Give Hangman some credit. He’s not the same guy who waltzed in when we first got called back. Pegasus is one of his best friends he just wants her to be happy.” Coyote says, defending his friend quickly before taking a swig of his beer. Everyone in the group turns to chat amongst each other, seemingly done with staring at you and Checkmate while Rooster continues to watch you as Checkmate downs his beer and excuses himself to head over to the bar to seemingly get himself another drink. You continue to chat with Hangman while he’s gone and when Checkmate returns, he has two beers in hand, giving one to Hangman before taking a sip from the other. Not even a second passes and Checkmate excuses himself again, moving to talk to Fritz with Hangman coming over to join the group while Rooster crosses to you.

“Did Checkmate just buy Hangman a drink and didn’t even offer to get his girlfriend one? What a gentleman.” Rooster states sarcastically, leaning against the pool table with his arms folded.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t planning on drinking much anyway.” You mumble, clearly a little upset that Checkmate didn’t even think to offer to get you a drink.

“I’ll get you something, what do you fancy?” Rooster asks, making you shake your head and let out a breathy laugh.

“You don’t need to buy me anything Roo, I’ll get something myself in a bit.” You say, attempting to push Rooster away from walking to the bar but he simply took your hands off his shoulders, held them in his and spun the two of you around, so you’re now stood where Rooster was previously, and he was now stood where you were.

“I insist, it’s my treat.” He says, releasing your hands and slowly backing away in the direction of the bar as you fold your arms and shake your head jokingly, knowing there’s no way to convince him otherwise at this point. You felt your face flushing slightly at the contact and you glanced around to see if anyone was paying you any mind, thanking whoever was looking out for you that no one was looking your way. You watch as Rooster walks to the bar, talking to Penny before returning with two beers in hand, giving one to you with a soft smile as you take it and thank him quietly.

“So Bradshaw. How come you didn’t arrive at the same time as everyone else? You’re usually the most punctual out of all of us.” You muse after you’ve taken a sip of your beer.

“Well I, unlike everyone else, hate coming to the bar in my uniform, so I had to make a pitstop. And I may have forgotten to ask them to wait so we could all arrive together.” He admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as you let out a small laugh. You took a second to look at Rooster’s usual choice of casual clothes, a trusty Hawaiian shirt on top of a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans and his aviators. He certainly had a unique fashion sense, but it was one of the things you loved that made him Rooster.

“Well, it’s always good to see you. Can we expect any performances tonight?” You ask, glancing at the piano as Rooster smiles.

“Maybe. We’ll see how I feel. And how much Hangman annoys me with his song choices.” He teases, both of you laughing as you remember how much Hangman can irritate Rooster by playing the same three songs on repeat on the jukebox the bar has. The two of you continue to chat until you finish your drinks. You excuse yourself to go to the toilet and as you wash your hands, you hear the familiar opening chords to ‘Great Balls of Fire’ and a knowing smile covers your face, making you dry your hands and exit the bathroom so you can join in with the other patrons of the bar as they sing loudly along to the song as Rooster plays the piano. You stand alongside Payback and Fanboy, laughing and singing with your teammates, all of you cheering loudly after you sing the final words. As you glance around the bar after the cheering has died down, you notice that Mike is nowhere to be seen.

“Fanboy, have you seen Mike?” You ask, continuing to look around.

“I saw him leaving not long before you came back from the bathroom. I thought you knew. I also didn’t know you were in the bathroom, so I figured you were heading home with him.” Fanboy says sympathetically when he notices your demeanour shift. You nod silently and start to head towards the doors of the Hard Deck. As you cross the bar, Rooster notices your dejected expression and he leaps up from where he was sat at the piano and following you outside.

“y/n, are you okay?” He asks cautiously as soon as you’re both outside. You stop in your tracks and take a deep breath before turning to face him, unshed tears shining in your eyes that break Rooster’s heart.

“Mike went home without letting me know so I’m just gonna head back to mine. I was supposed to spend the night at his but clearly, that’s not the plan anymore and since he was my ride, I guess I’m walking home. Finding out that he left from Fanboy kind of hurt so I’m not in the mood to hang around anymore. Tell the others I’ll see them in the morning.” You say, shrugging and turning back around to start the walk back to your house.

“I don’t think so.” Rooster mutters to himself before jogging to catch up with you, walking alongside you with a gentle smile. In this moment he’d never been happier to have not taken the Bronco to the bar so he could keep you company on your walk home.

“Bradley, you don’t need to miss out just because I’m leaving.” You say when you notice that Rooster is walking alongside you. Despite saying he didn’t need to walk with you, you were hoping he’d ignore you and continue to walk by your side. His presence was always comforting.

“You think I care about missing out on Hangman and Coyote’s millionth darts match? I’m not missing out on anything. I’d rather be making sure you’re okay because I’d be a shitty friend if I noticed that you were upset and still let you walk home alone.” Saying the word ‘friend’ out loud always stabbed at Rooster’s heart, knowing that your relationship would never transcend friendship hurt him but he’d still rather live with you as his friend than living a life without you in it. At Rooster’s affirmation that he’d stay by your side and walk you home, you felt a smile cross your face as you quickly rubbed at your eyes to rid yourself of the unshed tears. The walk home was filled with the two of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time. By the time you reach your front door, you don’t want Rooster to leave but you knew it wouldn’t be worth holding him up when he had training early in the morning.

“You going to be okay?” Rooster asks softly as you unlock your front door.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Mike probably just forgot about our plans. Thanks for walking me home Roo.” You reply with a smile as you wrap your arms around Rooster for a hug he returns happily.

“You take care. I’ll see you in the morning.” Rooster bids you goodnight as he releases you from the hug before turning and walking away, not before throwing one last smile over his shoulder before you close your front door, the smile not leaving your face even as you get ready for bed and bury yourself under your covers.

The next couple of weeks of training were tough, Mike had been constantly pulling away from you and spending less time with you. At first, when you first noticed it, you figured it was because of stress so you went around to his house one evening to surprise him. You were shocked, however, when Mike answered the door, a woman sticking her head over his shoulder as the door opened.

“Mike… who is this?” The girl asks, glancing from him to you when no one speaks.

“Just someone from work.” Mike says dismissively, making your jaw clench at how he discarded you so quickly.

“I wanted to see how you were doing after training, but I can see I’ve interrupted something. I’ll leave you two in peace.” You force out, fighting back your hurt tone and struggling to keep a neutral expression on your face as you take in their flushed faces and slightly swollen lips. You nod stoically with a small smile and bid the two goodbye before turning and walking away. Only when your back was turned, and you heard the door slam behind you did you allow your tears to fall. Your vision was blurred as your feet took you to the one place you knew you could be comforted.

“y/n?” Rooster is shocked when he opens his door to see you sobbing on his doorstep.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” You whisper through your tears, your arms wrapped around your middle as you look up at Rooster.

“No, you’re okay. Come in.” Rooster says quickly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ushering you inside and leading you to his sofa where he wraps you in a hug and allows you to sob into his chest. Rooster held you securely and felt his heart breaking further and further with each sob that fell from your lips.

“I got you, y/n/n. It’s okay.” Rooster whispered as he ran a hand up and down your back, continuing to whisper reassurance until you begin to calm down, pulling away when you’ve regained your breath and your tears have stopped.

“I’m so sorry Rooster. I promise I wasn’t planning on showing up sobbing.” You say, your voice hoarse as you clear your throat and wipe at your eyes, embarrassed at the state Rooster saw you in.

“Hey, I said it was okay. I don’t care. You’re upset I’d be a shitty guy to just slam the door in your face. My mum raised me better than that.” Rooster says with a cheeky smile as you let out a soft laugh.

“I went to Mike’s house. We hadn’t seen each other outside of training for a while so I figured I’d go to his place. When he opened the door, he was there with another woman. I don’t know why I wasn’t good enough for him. Did I do something wrong?” You explain after you fall into silence. You felt like you owed Rooster an explanation as to why you showed up sobbing at his house. A fresh wave of tears emerging at your explanation and Rooster pulls you back into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“That dickhead. You listen to me, and you listen to me carefully. He’s not worth all these tears, okay? You did nothing wrong. He’s the one who fucked up. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You deserve better than him. There’s someone out there who’s perfect for you and when you find them this asshole will be a distant memory who won’t be worth thinking about.” Rooster says softly yet firmly, his chin gently digging into the top of your head with each word spoken. You don’t reply, just sniffling slightly and curling further into his side. Accepting your silence as an answer, Rooster reached for the tv remote and put the tv on, putting a random tv show on as background noise. You continued to cling to Rooster, not that he minded, relishing in his warmth and how safe you felt in his arms. Before you knew it, you felt yourself drifting off as exhaustion sets in. Rooster hadn’t noticed that you had fallen asleep until he noticed the time on his watch.

“y/n/n, you want to crash here for the night?” He asks and when he only receives a soft snore in response, he smiles.

“Guess you’re crashing here then.” He whispers, gently scooping you up in his arms and carrying you upstairs. He laid you down in his bed and covers you up with the duvet after taking your shoes off.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.” He mutters before grabbing a blanket and heading back downstairs to sleep on the sofa. He wanted nothing more than to storm over to Checkmate’s house and give him a piece of his mind, but he knew he wasn’t worth his time. Besides, once the rest of the team found out, Checkmate would be running for the hills.

When you woke up the next morning, you were confused when you realised you were in a bed since the last thing you remembered was sobbing in Rooster’s arms as he reassured you that what transpired last night was not your fault. As you sat up the smell of pancakes hit your nostrils and you couldn’t stop yourself from climbing out of bed and heading downstairs where you’re greeted by Rooster humming lightly to himself as he cooks breakfast.

“You know you could’ve just woken me up and sent me home?” You say teasingly, laughing as Rooster jumps and turns to face you.

“Like I said last night, my mum raised me better than that.” He replies with a shrug, plating up the pancakes and placing the two plates down on the table with cutlery as he gestures for you to sit down. You sit down opposite him and start to dig into your pancakes.

“Thanks for breakfast. And thanks for being there for me last night.” You say quietly after a mouthful of pancakes.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” Rooster assures softly, a smile gracing both of your faces as the affirmation.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” You whisper after a brief silence falls over the two of you. Rooster lifts his gaze from his plate over to you and his expression softens.

“Of course I did. Checkmate is an asshole, and you deserve so much better than him. I never liked him, even before you started dating.” Rooster says, looking down at the table at the admission that he never liked Checkmate.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You were the first person I told when he first asked me to be his girlfriend.” You question, head tilting innocently as you ask him. When Rooster stays quiet, you start to put things together in your head.

“You wanted to…” You mutter, watching as he lifts his gaze to meet yours, nodding hesitantly.

“I wanted nothing more than to tell you to say no. But you seemed happy, I couldn’t do that to you.” He admits, watching as you process the information.

“I wish you had told me to say no.” You say quietly, regretting the words the second they slipped past your lips, fearful of what Rooster’s reaction could be.

“You… what?” He whispers, his heart pounding loudly at what you said.

“I wish you had told me to say no to Mike. I would’ve if you had asked me to.” You repeat, watching as Rooster stands up, picking his chair up and moving it to sit alongside you, your knee brushing up against his as your heart pounds at the contact.

“I wish I did too. This way you wouldn’t have gone through all that.” He says, finding the courage to reach across and take your hand in his.

��I knew me, and Mike wasn’t going to last if I’m being honest. I just…” You start, struggling to find the words.

“You just…?” He prompts gently, his gentle brown eyes searching yours.

“I just thought I never had a chance with you, so I went on dates to find someone. Mike was the only guy who looked my way but when I told you he asked me out I was hoping you’d tell me I’d be stupid to say yes.” You say, dropping your head and staring at your intertwined hands instead of looking up at Rooster as you worry about what he could say. You were mentally preparing to get up and leave Rooster’s house when his grip on your hand tightened as he pulled your hand closer to him.

“God, I’m so stupid.” You hear him mutter, making you look at him with a confused expression.

“Bradley, if anyone’s stupid in this whole scenario, it’s me.” You say.

“No. I’m the stupid one. I came to your house the day you told me Checkmate asked you to be his girlfriend because I was going to tell you how I was hopelessly head over heels for you and when I had the chance to tell you how I felt I backed off. I’m the biggest idiot.” Rooster scoffs lightly as he admits what he’s been holding in for a month and a half. Your expression softens at his words, and you lift your free hand and cup his cheek gently, smiling as he ever so slightly leans into the touch.

“I wouldn’t say you’re the biggest idiot. You’re at the very least half an idiot.” You say, both of you letting a soft laugh escape your lips.

“Does that make you the other half an idiot? I need another half to be a whole idiot.” Rooster replies, pressing a quick kiss to your palm.

“Yeah, I’m definitely the other half an idiot.” You confirm, shaking your head with a laugh as you move away slightly, slipping your hand out of his and moving your hand from his cheek.

“Let me take you on a date. Let me show you I can be ten times the boyfriend Checkmate was.” Rooster says as you take your hand off his cheek, much to his disappointment. He relished the warm sensation your hand left on his cheek. You already knew Rooster would be a thousand times the boyfriend Mike was. Just being your friend he was the best person you had in your life so having him as a boyfriend would be even better.

“I guess I could give you a shot…” You muse jokingly as Rooster shoots to his feet, pulling you up with him and pulling you into his arms with a large grin. You laugh at his excitement as he buries his face in your shoulder. You remain in the embrace, almost melting at how tightly he held you. Being in Rooster’s arms felt like coming home after a long day. Rooster made you feel safe.

“I’ll treat you better than Checkmate ever could.” He says, his voice muffled by your shirt as he speaks.

You didn’t doubt his words for a second.

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OH GOD, EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING, EVERYTHING'S GOING ON-

I AM SCREAMING, KICKING, CRYING, RUNNING UP MY WALLS, DRAMATICALLY THROWING MYSELF ON THE GROUND AND WAILING-

FIRST SAMS FUCKING PUNCHES AND KNOCKS ME TO THE GROUND, AND THEN MGAFS GIVES ME THE FINISHING BLOW- FUCK EVERYTHING-

OH GOD, WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN-

First of all, we finally reunited with old Moon…BY GOD, DID I MISS THIS SNARKY BASTARD- I am so happy, to see him again!!! He's so nonchalant and blunt, especially towards people outside of his family- It makes me so nostalgic!! His similarlities to Eclipse are clearer than ever, honestly!

Everything about it just makes me so emotional, I can't even begin to describe it-

He's on that same old beach where he gave up his life, the same old beach where he showed empathy and compassion more than ever before, the same damn old beach where he was the more selfless than he'd ever been- It is making me sick to my stomach/pos

He still loathes himself so much, still looks down on himself and his mistakes. He has never been able to let go of it, he'll always hold on to the mistakes he made. One of these mistakes is leaving a part of his code behind, which in turn created Eclipse. His hatred for him comes from the hatred of himself, because Eclipse is the embodiment of everything he hated in himself.

But even though he hates himself, even though he buried himself underneath a mountain of mistakes, he will never regret protecting his family. He has always been a big brother, always been a protector, no matter what! Even after everything, they are the only thing on his mind. I'm going to fucking cry, man-

God, he adores them so much! Everytime he talked about them, I teared up!

He adores and treasures Sun with all of his heart, and only wishes for him to be safe and sound and happy! He knows his brother, knows he's blaming himself, and wants so badly to put a stop to it! But he can't, because that would involve a conversation, and he cannot bare to hurt him more than he already has.

He wants to thank Monty, who has been his emotional support, his best friend. Old Moon is anti-social, apathetic towards anyone outside of his family, even another version of himself, yet Monty got through to him, time and time again. Monty, in their own right, was family too! The two of them always got each other out of the gutter.

God, when he talked about Lunar and Earth, I legit started to cry a little-

He always wanted a sister. He always wanted a little brother. He wished he could've met them, wished he could've gotten to know them, wished to have loved them as much as he loved Sun!

He did know Lunar, but he never had the chance to truly get to know them. Everything he said about them is honestly just so sweet, and shows old Moon beyond his shell.

They were just a kid in a shitty situation, made with a purpose they never wanted.

Old Moon has a hard time caring for others, yet he looked at this child, who needed help and guidance, and took them underneath his wing without hesitation. Tragically, though, he always kept his distance. I don't think, he quite saw, how much they looked up to him. He always kept them at arms length, because he had hurt one brother, and was afraid to hurt another, afraid to open his heart. Yet, despite this distance, he would've ripped Eclipse apart for what he did, without mercy.

God, I can only imagine what his dynamic with everyone would've been like, especially with Earth, who is so incredibly different from him!

Old Moon is such an intriguing character to look at! Especially with how obviously different he is from New Moon!

I want to analyze him so bad, but my brain just won't cooperate👀

I'm really glad, New Moon got his reassurance though, and even learned from Old Moon, it seems!

Now, as for MGAFS….NO, GOD NO, PLEASE EVERYTHING BUT THIS-

THEY WEREN'T JUST SEPARATED- THEY WERE PERMANENTLY TORN APART, NEVER TO REUNITE AGAIN- THEY CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS-

BLOODMOON'S REACTION TO HIS BROTHER'S DEATH- HE TRIED SO HARD TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE, BUT THE MOMENT THEY TRIED TO LEAVE, HE STARTED YELLING- HE HAS NEVER BEEN ALONE, ALWAYS ONE HALF OF A WHOLE. NOW HIS OTHER HALF IS GONE, AND HE IS ALONE, AND HE WILL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN-

I ALSO READ YOUR INTERPRETATION OF BLOODMOON'S LAST LINE, AND IT HAS BROKEN ME- THEY COULD'VE BEEN GOOD. THEY COULD'VE BEEN FRIENDS. THEY JUST DIDN'T WANT TO BE CHANGED, DIDN'T WANT TO BE LIKED AS SOMEONE THEY'RE NOT. THEY JUST WANTED TO BE THEMSELF, YET THEY NEVER WOULD'VE BEEN ACCEPTED THAT WAY-

XERO, WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME-

-Stardust

YESSSSSYESYEYSES I DIDN'T TALK MUCH ABT THE TSAMS EP BC I GOT SO DISTRACTED BY MGAFS BUT EVERYTHING U SAID FOR REAL !!!!!! THE BEACH AND THE CONVO THEY HAD AND AAUAGGGHH

I was honestly so worried that there was going to be a sudden change in how Old Moon acted but seeing him just still wholeheartedly be him made me experience sooo many emotions. Like u said, the similarities between him and Eclipse are just wholly on display and it's like,, oh yea! you are who he stems from!

AND YEAH ALL HIS SENTIMENTS ABT MONTY + SUN + THE BROTHER N SISTER HE NEVER GOT TO KNOW. BURSTS INTO TEARS!!!!! For how little people he cared about, he made up for in caring about that small handful of people with his whole entire soul, even if that care could be convoluted and confusing and ultimately hurtful, he never wanted it to be like that. He just wanted the best :(

AND THEN THE LAST MESSAGE FOR NEW MOON AUGHHH I CAN'T EVEN. DIES EVERYWHEREEEE

AND THEN MGAFS. FUCK. I KNOWWWW I KNOW I KNOW IT FUCKED ME UP SO BADDD. THE FINAL BLOODMOON'S DESPERATE YELLING AT THE END FUCKED ME UP EVEN WORSE TO TOP IT ALL OFF I CAN'T EVENNNN.

AND SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO ACCOMMODATE FOR IT DRIVES ME INSANE!!! THEY WANTED CONTROL OVER THE ONE THING THAT IMPACTS THEM THE MOST, OF COURSE THEY WOULD HAVE DENIED ANYTHING ELSE!!!! THEY COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLLL AAAAOAUHGHHHH

#asks #anon #stardust anon #STARTS PUNCHING A WALL AND SOUNG BACKFLIPS AND BURSTING INTO TEARS #IT ALL MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL UGH. HELL EARTH EVERYWHERE FOREVERRRRR #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #monty gator and foxy show #the monty gator and foxy show #mgafs #tsams spoilers #sams spoilers #mgafs spoilers #long post #caps

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just-a-floofy-catt · 13 days

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Still on that Hazbin hype ngl XD

I still listen to the soundtrack on repeat so now its just always on the brain

This is based on a legit real ass conversation i had with a guy in my English class, and i thought it fit this perfectly lmao

CURSED CAT ALASTOR✨️✨️‼️‼️‼️

Awww they're playing 🥰

(Hes trying to smother him)

I thought of this outfit and couldn't resist.

Sorry that you ended up being the guinea pig, Al

This was a 3am doodle sheet i did lmao

But the main event really is the very cute shark Vox ones :3

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Okay, now its not just my grievances, but legit "what the fuck are you on about" and "What the fuck are you doing" with the TBB Writing.

( Sadly, I was Xpecting something like this. )

S3 - Howzer said something about Crosshair killing some of his squad. On screen, we all saw the episode, they were arrested. We saw no execution. I'll get to why this is an issue.

S3 - Where the fuck did you get AZI again? Did you kill Cid off screen? Wouldn't that call for a, umn, Fucking episode?

S3 - Crosshair is told of Tech's death... Off Screen. Y'know, the death of your batchmate, the closest you have to Brother-Squadmate-Best Friend Foreveries, is kinda of a big fucking deal. y'know? Big enough that, by showing the death of that Squadmate, you generally want to show the IMPACT of an IMPORTANT CHARACTER'S DEATH to the AUDIENCE. But no. There really wasn't, was there. Maybe a line here or two, but is that the kind of impact you want to the important character? 2 Lines?

Don't get me started on the "Blame the VIctim' shit. I'll get there.

S2 - Echo randomly Leaves... and then Randomly appears. So, an Important Character Leaves... Out of the blue. Y'know, if your important main character is going elsewhere, you generally want Set Up. If I can point out how Butterfree from the Old Pokemon Anime, had the saddest Epsiodes in existence--simply because he Left. But then I see Echo's and I'm going "Where the fuck did this come from", there's a Problem. And then he randomly appears again like... Why did you even leave if you were going to Come Back. Where the fuck are the conversations here, that actually walk the audience through the Character's thought processes?

S2 - Crosshair was apparently on the Platform or a Month. ... HOW? Seriously, How, that thing would sink without a ship, we saw it rise up for a ship. Kamino is infamously, in lore, for 2 decades now, Stormy as Shit. And who picked him up. Did he fucking teleport back to the Empire? Wouldn't that call for an Episode so that we can see what the fuck is going on?

S1 - Crosshair's Chip So a Tweet from Xitter, is apparently more important than placing what you want in your fucking story. And more, You show that this Chip was Enhanced, repeatedly, it GREW IN HIS BRAIN THIS WAS ON EPISODE 1, and suddenly, NOPE not there not effects no idea what you're talking about. THAT CHIP IS A BRAIN TUMOR, FOOL. So instead all those evil actions, caused yb the chip that was GROWN IN HIS BRAIN BY AT LEAST 3 SIZES, apparently were just CROSSHAIR ALL ALONG--WHAT BRAIN TUMOR. Do you see where I'm calling Victim Blaming.

S1 - Omega is Older! Cool. Where is this going to be relevant. why would we need to know? Its been over a season now, why is this fucking important. She met Emerie in late S2! Emerie is a clone now, how come she didn't know about that. Clearly this wasn't fucking important.

S1 - At no point did they talk about their missing batchmate. SO YOU'RE JUST SILENT ABOUT YOUR BATCHMATE, YOUR SUPER IMPORTANT CHARACTER YOU LITERALLY GREW UP WITH, WHO HAD YEARS WITH YOU, AND YOU'RE JUST NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT. If its not on Screen in front of the Audience, it Didn't Fucking Happen.

S1 - Episode 1 Now for the Meat. The start of all this shit. Overwhelming amount of "Guest star" characters, Guest start being "any other famous Star Wars character that isn't the Main Characters". An introduction to a kid character, one that is a Super Duper early 2000s Fanfic.net Totally Original Character Donut Steel. Who's... there to take importance away from the other characters. Repeatedly teasing the Chip, but no confrontation of Crosshair. Repeated shooting at Children, and no confrontation of Crosshair--arguably more important th an the above. That is definitely a What the Fuck Man, and it happened din the first Five minutes and nobody did jack shit. No trust or conversations between characters who are "Batch-mates"--implied in Star Wars to be the closest thing to family, and given the battlefield nature, would have to communicate behind closed doors or they might Die on Mission... No Communication has been had in 3 fucking years--expect to make Hunter or Omega right in every situation. A lot of talking, not a lot of doing or showing.

This episode only works, if you are not here for the Bad Batch. Because the writers have not done anything to the Bad Batch but cause problems that weren't needed, solutions that don't matter, because the problems are unneeded. They do not allow the BBs to Talk To Each Other (If its not on screen where the audience can see it, it didn't happen). Clear character derailment for a Fanfic.Net OC. And S3 shows evidence of AI writing. Conversations without context, shallow (if not insulting) character development in the face of Very Important Topics (Such as Family Member Death and Tumors / Drugging / Cult Manipulation), events that don't make sense in the telling.

( They have the animation budget to show things, and then they don't. They have the money to craft this, and they're not. )

S2 showed the same issue.

Unfortunately, we did see this coming since the Writing Strikes.

( Addendum, post-posting edit--sorry, I had to take these steps just in case, cos rage blinds me. )

So now, Clarification without all the swearing and general fan-rage.

They would see the victim blame himself and be blamed by the story, than take the steps to examine the problem They Clearly Showed, and instead decided to ignore the problem that Caused all this... And it is Victim blaming, because other characters have experienced the same problem, but are totally forgiven because its "not their fault".

THey would rather have characters walk in and out at random, diminishing if not removing the impact those characters have. Nothing Echo does now is of importance because they're barely showing it, and not dedicating time to Echo to build either his new posiion or his leaving--and they barely dedicated character time to Echo, by leaving him as the "bitch side character". The same goes with Tech, Tech's death has no impact anymore because they are ignoring it, maybe dedicating 1 or 2 lines and maybe a small moment of drama, but ultimately the impact is gone because they are not dedicating any real focus to it.

They would rather tell you what "actually happened"... when on review, what they just said didn't happen at all. If you do not show the audience what is in your story, then your story is literally hearsay. And in this day of AI writing, this context defiance has to be caught.

There are writing problems here that wouldn't have happened with a dedicating writing team. And there are more dedicated writers in the fandom, than there is in the Multbillion Dollar Publishing Corporation...

... and that is a Problem, because if you're being paid to do this and have a team, shouldn't this be seamless?

#star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch season 1 #the bad batch season 3 #The bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #critical analysis

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