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charmercharm3r · 11 months

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Not sure if you’re taking requests, but the THOUGHT of Jisung slowly fucking you while you’re trying to have a serious phone conversation with Chan or Minho has been sitting in my head rent free FOR DAYS🤦🏻‍♀️🥵

And everytime you try to cut the conversation short or hang up, Jisung threatens to stop altogether.

Stop it, I’m not okay😭😩

yum yum yummmm

Are You Done?

HJS

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You could hardly breathe, let alone speak into the phone laying on your chest. Minho was on speaker on the other end telling you about his upcoming schedule and how exhausted he was going to be by the end of it. Typical conversation, right?

Of course not when Jisung is your boyfriend and has an insatiable appetite for experimentation. Which is how he got you on your back, underwear discarded and him rubbing his cock back and forth against your clit. It took everything in you not to moan as he stared down at you with that hungry look in his eyes, waiting for you to break even just a little knowing his friend on the call would call you out the second something felt remotely off.

Lip between your teeth, you bit back the bratty comment you so badly wanted to make at your boyfriend. Jisung just smiled and continued to press his tip into your bundle of nerves, dragging it so lazily that it felt like he was trying to get you to break on purpose. Granted, he was, but only because he knew you could take it.

Your head fell back as he hit a particular spot and you had to clap your hand over your mouth.

“Y/N? Are you even listening? I’m trying to confide in you and—“

“I— I’m listening, I promise. You just… caught me at a—“ Jisung prodded at your entrance with his fingers and stole your voice entirely. He urged you to continue, silently threatening to stop with his stare. “…bad time.”

“I don’t really care, I need your undivided attention. Whatever it is can wait. Me— your friend— is more important.”

“You’re right. Talk to me, I’m here.” Your boyfriend liked that answer, slipping his fingers out of your hole to bring them up to your lips. You took them in your mouth without hesitation and savored the taste on your tongue. Jisung enjoyed the view, his own tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth with a mischievous grin.

The man above you hiked your legs higher up his torso and teased your clit a few moments more before ridding himself of his shirt all together. The plain of his abs taking over your line of sight, you couldn’t help reaching up to touch and let your fingers trace the lines across it.

“I just wanna dance. That’s what I signed up for. I have so many covers recorded and none of them—“

Jisung thought it was a great time to prod at your entrance with his thick tip, you bit down on his fingers to suppress another moan.

“—have even been in the talks of seeing the light of day. It’s frustrating.”

“Have you—“ your voice was muffled by your boyfriend’s digits, popping them out for a moment to speak, “—spoken to the company?”

“Of course I have! They always say it’s never the right time.”

He pushed into you, languid and unrushed, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion with every millimeter he sunk deeper. Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ shape and raked your claws down his abdomen. Jisung chuckled quietly until he came to the hilt. When your eyes rolled back and shut, Jisung squeezed your cheeks to pucker your lips and forced your concentration back to the conversation.

You felt so full and on the verge of vibrating out of your skin but found the strength to speak. “What about that— mmph— that messaging thing?” Jisung’s thumb found your clit again and circled it ever so lightly, hardly thrusting in and out. The sounds were wet and on the louder side, you wondered if Minho could hear it.

“Bubble? What, send dance videos there? It’s a paid platform, not everyone will get to see it.”

For a second you sobered up of the premature excitement, “idiot, you think the stuff you send there isn’t shared? It’ll get out even if you ask not to.”

Your boyfriend nodded along with your answer, agreeing. But then his thrusts picked up just a little, pulling out further to plunge back into the sweet spot he knew just how to hit. The light pressure to your nerves was driving you insane, almost as much as this conversation was.

Minho was silent for a second, but Jisung didn’t stop moving. “What are you doing?” The man on the phone suddenly asked.

You panicked and it made Jisung push in incredibly deep, “e— eating. I’m eating.”

“…Okaaaay… Still, I want it official, y’know? Like on our YouTube and stuff.”

It felt like Jisung wasn’t even moving but the constant stimulation told you that wasn’t the case. His own head tipped back and he let out a long, deep sigh, then gripped onto your hip with his free hand hard enough to bruise. He settled more comfortably on he knees to fuck up into you while switching to opt for shorter and repetitive thrusts. The pressure in your belly was rising higher as he continued to hit your soft spot. “What if you just– f– posted it yourself?” Jisung smirked and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Are you on a treadmill or something? Why do you sound out of breath?”

Your boyfriend leaned down and kissed up the valley of your chest, lightly teething at your skin. A hand came to tangle in his hair instead of keeping the conversation going and he shot a look up at you through his lashes. “The walk to the sink is far. Guess I should exercise more.” Jisung winked and kept going, doing a number on your clit that made your skin burn delightfully.

“Come with me and Jisung next time, maybe it’ll get him to stop complaining about how much he misses you. Anyways, back to me.” You held back a laugh that in turn made your boyfriend giggle as well, rumbling chest to chest. Walls clenching tighter around him, when he started to push harder into your clit you knew he was trying to get you along. You dug your heels into his back and pulled him flush against you. “Should I just make my own YouTube account? Just for dance videos? No, I’d get kicked out for that. What if I…”

Minho continued to speak without giving you a chance to intervene, not that you minded in the slightest. Jisung took advantage of it and rubbed just the way he knew to get you to cum around him, and it was working. Your friend on the phone was clueless and it made the both of you all the more aroused knowing you were going to get away with it. In a way, it was a proud feeling, something of a cross between accomplished and erotic with how simple this one inclusion in the bedroom was. You felt the knot tightening in your belly much tighter than usual and every nerve in your body tingled as you gripped onto Jisung’s hair for support. His face was right next to your phone on your chest, still urging you to pay attention to Minho. But it was getting harder to do so when your boyfriend was being so relentless.

Perhaps forgiveness would be a small price to pay for such a wonderful high that was just within reach. You could no longer hear what Minho was saying, just that he was speaking. All of your concentration went to keeping quiet and you couldn’t even do that anymore. The grip your teeth had on your bottom lip was on the verge of drawing blood, rutting your hips up in time with Jisung’s for maximum feeling. And that just about did it, a good nudge of his thumb at the same time as he prodded at your sweet spot and the sensation took over your body to lock him against your chest and buried within you. By the time the feeling passed, Jisung had left more than one obvious mark across your skin that was deepening with every second.

“Are you done?” Minho’s voice snapped you out of your glowy haze.

“Hm? Done with what?” Airy tone and a smile on your face, you felt Jisung kissing up your neck as the phone fell to the side of your head.

“Getting dicked down. I have real issues that require your help, and your boyfriend’s. Hi, Jisung.”

The two of you giggled, embarrassed but not nearly as much as you should have been. Jisung greeted his friend, then stole the phone to mute it for a moment. He leaned into menacingly whisper, “I didn’t finish, baby. Don’t think we’re done quite yet.”

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cattordi · 11 months

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a/n part 2 to what i wrote the other day!! glad u guys enjoyed the other

summary two weeks later, it’s memorial day and your parents throw a party. they invite all your friends and family but unexpected guest shows up.

pairings brothersbestfriend!mechanic!bucky barnes x collegestudent!reader

warnings smut, fluff, breeding, praise, not proofread, face fucking, choking, jealous!reader,foul language, orgasm denial, arguing, sir kink, rough sex, etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

part 1

pretty girl

you never thought you’d be more uncomfortable around your family, mainly your brother, than you were when bucky barnes walked in.

it’s been 2 weeks since the car debacle and you haven’t spoken since. until now, “it’s good to see you y/n.” he says absentmindedly.

you force yourself to not roll your eyes and instead give a small smile, “bucky i never got to thank you for helping my girl out the other night.” your dad says and you almost spit out your lemonade.

“no need to thank me. if y/n calls i come.” he says in the smoothest way possible, you wouldn’t suspect anything happened.

more of your family begin to arrive as the day sets in and you couldn’t be more happier.

well yeah you could be, if the most beautiful man you ever saw wasn’t burning a hole in the back of your head.

you could literally feel his gaze as you talk to your cousins by the man made fire pit.

though you couldn’t lie, you’d thought about bucky. a lot more than you’d let on. the feeling of him inside you made you wet just at the thought.

squeezing your legs together, you finally look at bucky and he’s smiling, but not at you.

at your cousin.

jealousy filled you as you took another sip of your drink and set the glass down a bit louder than you intended. “y/n, you good?” your brother ask when the sound of the glass hitting the table; catches his attention.

“i’m fine.” you say in a way so he doesn’t ask anymore questions. “just fine.”

with that, you get up and walk inside; not before sending a look buckys way that your cousin just barely missed.

you hated that he made you feel things. mentally and physically. “what have i gotten myself into?” you say as you walk into the kitchen in search of ice.

“me.” a stern voice says from behind you and you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. “y/n, are you jealous?”

“over you? no. i’m enthralled.” you begin while filling your cup with ice. a warm body comes up behind you, “lose the attitude.”

“i don’t have an attitude, i’m really en-“ you begin but his hand snakes up your chest and to your throat, “that mouth in you is gonna get you in a world of trouble with me, babydoll.”

pleasurable tears brim your eyes as his lips meet you neck. “i’ve missed you and i know you missed me.”

“in your dreams.” is all you can mutter out before you’re bent over the counter.

“what’d i tell you about that mouth?” he ask, with his grip tightening on your neck. “maybe i should put it to better use?”

nodding your head quickly, he looks around the kitchen before placing his hand under your dress and finding your uncovered pussy, dripping.

“no panties… and you’re already so wet for me.”

“yes sir.” you say and he smiles like an idiot. “oou i like that. so tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty face of yours?”

rubbing your legs together between his hand you nod before a harsh smack is landed on your ass. “words baby. i want words.”

“yes sir, i want you to fuck my face.”

with that, he releases your throat and pushes you towards the floor. when you’re done undoing his jeans, his dick springs out at you: hard and leaking precum.

“open up darling.” he groans. as you begin opening your mouth, he plunges his length into your mouth. more tears fill your eyes as he begins thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat everytime.

his dick is so long and wide that only half of it fits in your mouth. “y/n your mouth feels so fucking good. so good.”

his movements get faster and faster. “you’re such a good slut.“ he praises and that makes you even more wet. “i’m getting close darling. don’t move.”

he slows his thrust down before removing him from your mouth. looking up at him, your makeup ruined, you pout. “you were close, why’d you stop?”

“because i’m not coming unless i’m in that tight pussy so get up.” roughly, he pulls you up and bends you over the counter again.

he bends down behind you and you can immediately feel his hot breath on your slit. “don’t move or make a sound. you cum when i tell you too. you wouldn’t want everyone outside to hear you getting fucked like a slut.”

“yes si-“ but before you can get the rest of yours words out, his mouth is on your clit, sucking and licking on you every which way.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck.” you whisper to yourself as his tongue gets faster. your knuckles are beginning to turn white as you grip the counter.

very soft moans fill the kitchen as bucky continues to eat u like a starved man. “i’m so close.” you moan and bucky slows down.

“hold it darlin.” he says while moving his head which makes his stubble run against clit. “you taste so good.”

he continues fucking you with his mouth even when you tell him you have to come. “hold it.” is his only reply.

“buck i’m gon-“ you begin but before you finish your sentence he rips his mouth from you. “holy shit darling if you have to come so bad, i wanna hear you beg for it.”

his mouth is back on you before you can reply and you let out a gasp. “can i please please please come?”

“no.” he hums on your clit. you let out a much louder moan which is rewarded with a slap to your thigh. “didnt i say don’t make a sound?”

“yes sir.” you moan out. “can i come now please sir, please.”

“hmm, come on my mouth sweet girl.”

with that, you come in his mouth with moans that are quickly hushed by his hand. “sweetheart you taste so fucking good. so good.” he says all while lapping up all the wetness rolling down your thighs.

while coming down from your high you can feel buckys hands on your waist, positioning himself inside of you. “i’m only gonna remind you one more time, don’t make a sound and don’t move. if you do so, i’m gonna have to bend you over and spank your perfect little ass.”

before you can respond, he’s pushing into you with all his force. you moan into your hand as he begins fucking you so hard every thrust moves you across the counter.

“you’re so tight darling.” he groans, “but you feel so fucking good.” his hips snap into your ass repeatedly.

“i’m getting so close buck.” you moan as his hand snakes around the front of your body to rub your clit; adding fuel to the fire.

he pulls you into his chest making him hit a different angle with every thrust, “oh fuck right there.”

“sweetheart i feel you squeezin’ me so well.” he moans slowing does his thrust.

“i’m gonna come bucky.”

“come for me sweetheart.” he says and you do.

you throw your head back at the feeling of you milking his cock. your moans get louder and louder by the second, causing him to cover your mouth and land a smack to your ass again.

the feeling of the smack makes you tighten around him again. “oh my goodness, you’re so fucking tight. making me come.” he groans as he fills you with his cum.

the warmth you feel inside is like no other as he continues to fuck through his orgasm and your own.

once you’re both down form your high, he slowly removes himself from you and gives one more slap to your ass.

nervousness takes over your features as you guys pull yourselves together. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” he ask and you shake your head.

his calm facial expression turns stern quickly, “what’s wrong?”

“this can’t happen again. my brother would murder you if he found out and my parents would disown me.” you say.

“sweetheart we’re both adults, so who says we can’t do this.”

“i thought it was common knowledge. but whatever, just know this can’t happen again.” you say and quickly head back outside. “make sure not to wait like 10 minutes before going back outside.”

no matter how much you say it’s not gonna happen again, we all know it will.

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thepowerofswayze · 5 months

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Surprise Visit

also on ao3

pairing: clapton davis (2011) / reader [gender not specified]

word count: 555 (angel number now you have to read)

warnings & info: straddling, kissing, truly just fluff

summary: your boyfriend pops in one night to see you

note: v short and sweet :p one day, i will write an adequate length, smutty ass clapton fic. but today isn't that day.

☆

Clapton wished that he’d grabbed a hoodie on his way out.

He was standing outside of your house on a 50 degree night with only a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts to protect him from the cold. The chill wasn’t so bad on his arms, but his ears were starting to hurt and his eyes stung everytime the wind blew.

He reached up and knocked on the window in front of him, waiting for you to come see who was there. A shivering minute passed before he realized he hadn’t even checked to make sure you were home. Just as he reached for his phone, the window slid up.

“You’re kidding me.”

Your boyfriend had a habit of appearing at your window. It was partially your fault, as you had told him numerous times he could show up whenever, but he usually shot you a text first. Not that you minded much. You’d just been wasting time sprawled out on your desk chair, texting a friend about one thing or another, a cd playing in the background. You’d been moments away from asking him to come over yourself.

Clapton was already halfway in the room by the time you’d spoken, tumbling onto the floor, landing on his ass. He sat there, looking up at you with a dopey grin as you closed the window and shook your head at him. “It’s only nine,” he started, holding out a hand as you rolled your eyes. “You weren’t even in bed yet.”

You took his hand, hoisting him up. “Jesus, Clapton, you’re freezing. Did you walk all the way?”

A shrug. “It’s just a couple blocks.”

“In a tank top? You’re insane. Certifiable, even.” You were rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand, like that’d warm him up. It was sweet enough to make his stomach flip- though almost everything you did made him feel that way.

Clapton huffed a laugh, dropping onto your bed and tilting his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. “You’re right, I’m so cold.” He threw in an exaggerated shiver, even as he felt the heat of your room bringing him back to a normal temperature. “Why don’t you come warm me up?”

You groaned, bringing a hand to cover your face, but he could see the grin pulling at your lips. He pulled you closer by your belt loops so you stood between his legs and spent a second taking you in- the way your lips curled up as you looked down at him, the sparkle of your eyes as your hands fell away, opting instead to clasp behind his neck.

“Well,” you began, biting your bottom lip, surveying him. Your eyes glanced towards your bedroom door- locked. Your parents were asleep by now anyway. “I can’t very well let you freeze, can I?” A muffled ‘Mm-mm’ was all the response you got, as Clapton was too busy pressing kisses to your stomach through your shirt. When you hummed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him, he knew he’d won. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes, and you scoffed as you cupped his face in both hands. “You’re unbelievable.”

He answered with a blinding smile. “You love me,” he said, and you shut him up with your lips on his.

#clapton davis x reader #clapton davis x you #clapton davis #ao3 #my writing #clapton davis imagine #jhutch #josh hutcherson #zee writes #mike schmidt x reader #josh futturman x reader #detention

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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chocolate rum cookies | jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ nonidol!au // friends with benefits to ?? // fluff // ...slice of life? // angst if u squint

➝ word count: 3.5k~

➝warning: no smut scenes but there are mentions of sex and implications of it so minor dni!! mentions of alcohol, food, curses. very self indulgent bc i write this for my birthday hehe. this wonwoo made an appearance <3

➝A/N: hi. so this wasn't exactly... planned. i was just randomly sitting down with my google doc open and suddenly i finished writing... this in one day. gotta say that, when you do write for yourself, it is much easier to write and it's been quite some time since i'm actually happy with what i put out. but also just to put it out there, this fic is actually finished somewhere before february ended but i decided to post it for my birthday because i did start writing it with the thoughts 'i miss wonwoo' and 'i kinda wanna post smth on my bday' so. enjoy. i'm happy to say i'm content with how this one turns to be. here's to turning 25 lol

[✾✾✾]

You hear the door open, signalling Wonwoo’s arrival, and when you feel his presence nearby, you don’t even look up from your phone when you say, “No.”

Wonwoo smiles in amusement, irking an eyebrow as he settles next to you. “I haven’t said anything though?”

“You’re gonna ask me out again.” You roll your eyes, already used to his antics. You don’t even pretend to care about his mock heartache anymore when he clutches his chest.

You’re not sure what Jeon Wonwoo has in his mind, but he’s been asking you out on dates everytime he sees you since last month. Problem is, you see him a lot. A little hard not to with the friends with benefits situation that has been going on between you and him for the last six months.

Even right now, you’re in his place. You’ve been here since almost half an hour ago, entertaining yourself as you wait for Wonwoo to get home because he’s out when you called, and when he said you’re allowed to use the access he’s given you some time ago, you decided to barge into his place like it’s your own.

You’re practically here more often than in your own dorm, anyway.

It almost feels like a second home to you.

But you don’t want to think too much about it. Not about the fact that you have access to Wonwoo’s place. Not about the fact that you’re basically exclusive. Not about the fact that you talk to him practically everyday.

Nope.

“You don’t even pretend to consider it anymore.” He sighs, and you hate that you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. You’ve been telling him to cut it out, but it surely doesn’t look like he has any plans of listening to you. “Here, I got this for you.”

Now that catches your attention, and you actually jump a little on the sofa before you take the small package, take Wonwoo’s face in your arms, and kiss him square in the lips as a thank you.

“You won’t go on a date with me but will kiss me over some cookies. Nice,” he grumbles, though the grin blooming into his face when you pull away betrays him.

Clutching the cookie into your chest like it’s the most precious thing in the world, you regard him with stars in your eyes. “Where did you even find this? I’ve been looking for this forever and I couldn’t find it! I don’t even know the name of the shop that sells this?”

“I’m just capable like that.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, telling you he was out with a friend and the packaging looked familiar so he got it just in case. You’ve been telling him about that craving of yours, a chocolate rum cookie that some random classmate offered some time ago–one that is so good but you don’t know the brand, only remember the flavour and the packaging.

And you can’t even ask that classmate again because she was an exchange student that you’ve only spoken for a total of two times in your life, and she has returned to her country.

You don't even know her name.

“You have to tell me where you got this.” The packaging just has to be so empty; a very simple but elegant design that doesn’t state the shop’s name whatsoever.

“Mmm. Perhaps if you say yes I’ll bring you there.”

“No.”

“Hard pass then.” He chuckles and messes your hair. “Eat. I’ll buy you some more if you’re a good girl.”

The innuendo is not purposeful on his part, and it’s two seconds later that he realizes what he’s just said and he cringes so hard that you laugh, because as much as it’s physical between the two of you, Wonwoo absolutely abhors that particular… moniker. It’s always been an on-going joke between you two, and you laugh some more when his frown deepens, launching yourself into his lap and peppering kisses on his jaw.

“You want me to be one?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, though his arms wrap around your waist anyway and he bends his neck to give you more access.

“I can be if you want to, you know?” You whisper against his ear, not missing the way his hold tightens around you. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing separating you and him is the clothes you’re wearing.

“Shut up.” He repeats and kisses you some more. When it gets almost hard to breath, he doesn’t forget to get the cookie out of your grasp and carefully places it on the coffee table before hauling you up and carrying you into his room, your squeal and laughter echoes throughout his empty apartment.

You don’t get to eat your chocolate rum cookie until later that evening, already showered and dressed in Wonwoo’s oversized hoodie as you cuddle into his chest with a movie playing in front of you.

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You don’t know what’s taking Wonwoo so long, but he’s already fifteen minutes late without any text messages so you decide you’ll just get some drink first and let loose. He’s probably going to be pissed because he’s never liked it when you go to a bar by yourself (something about men looking at what’s his, whatever that means) but whatever, it’s his fault for being late and you’re currently not relaxed enough to wait for him by yourself in a place full of people.

The whiskey burns your throat in a pleasant way, though now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have drunk everything in one go when you still have moments to spare as you wait for Wonwoo. But, then again, you can always just order more.

You’ve never been to this bar before, but after hearing how good the vibe is from a friend, you decided to go to check it out. Clubs have never really been your style–people are way too drunk and the music is too loud.

Your friend is absolutely correct when she said you would fit right with this particular bar; there are just enough people for it to be crowded but not really crowded that you get dizzy. Plus, the music is up to your taste and you find yourself nodding to whatever’s playing in the background as you scan through the sea of people while you lean on the wooden bar.

You were just about to order again when someone joins you by the bar, a tall, handsome man that doesn’t look sleazy at first glance. And he’s offering to buy you a drink. You subtly try to check him out; this guy is definitely taller and bigger than Wonwoo, though he doesn’t look harmful and he doesn’t look like he’s hunting for prey. His smile when he offers to pay for your drink looks… honest, if anything. The guy doesn’t even look flirty. Perhaps he thinks you’re interesting and are in need of some company.

The side of your lips lift in an amused smile, Wonwoo will be pissed as fuck if he finds out, but do you care? No you don’t. You’re not going to turn down free drinks from a handsome stranger that doesn’t look dangerous.

“So how come you’re by yourself?” He bends to your height, not too close that it makes you uncomfortable, and just enough for you to hear him over the music. “I’m Mingyu, by the way.”

Hmm. Handsome and with manners.

“Why do you want to know?” You answer with a teasing smile, sipping on your cocktail. Mingyu laughs when you say you’re not telling him his name, if only because he hasn’t earned it yet, and you’re pleasantly surprised when he says it’s understandable and he’s glad you know how to play your cards. “What about you, why are you by yourself?”

“Eh. I just feel like drinking tonight and you seem to be someone who doesn’t mind talking to strangers.”

“Ouch. Is that how I look like? Easy?” You pretend to be offended, and it’s almost cute how Mingyu laughs yet again and rephrases his words. If this was you six months ago, you’d definitely flirt with him and eat up everything that comes out of his mouth, perhaps you’d even end up going back with him. The guy is handsome and you can actually hold conversations with him, which is already a very big difference compared to a lot of guys that have tried talking you up in places like this.

But alas. Your eyes twinkle as you catch the figure of the man who’s the exact reason why you’re not flirting with Mingyu making his way towards you, why you don’t feel the excitement that used to rush through your blood at times like this, and why ‘handsome’ is the only thing you think of Mingyu even though he seems much more than that.

You don’t care enough to think about Mingyu in different aspects.

The way Wonwoo immediately grabs your waist is almost funny, and you have to actually bite your lip and clutch the cocktail glass between your fingers to stop yourself from grinning. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Mingyu asks goodnaturedly–almost concerned, even–making sure he’s not some random guy who’s grabbing you without consent.

“Yes.” Wonwoo almost growls, and you have to plant your palm on his chest to calm him down, telling him Mingyu is harmless even though your ears are heating up from his word. You’d need to get back to that boyfriend thing later.

Mingyu sends you a look, and you’re absolutely, thoroughly would’ve swooned if you’re… uh… single (you are) and you’re not seeing… anyone (huh?). But you send him a smile, an actual smile this time, and you nod before you tell him it’s nice meeting him.

Wonwoo refuses to look at the interaction, but you can tell that he’s more relaxed than he was seconds ago and his grip on your waist is now replaced with his thumb caressing you through the material of your dress.

Would it hurt to push his button one more time?

“Hey.” You call to Mingyu once again when he’s about to leave, making both guys turn to you in confusion–Wonwoo more so in betrayal–and when you tell him you’d love to see him again someday and finally tell him your name with a wink, Mingyu gets exactly what you’re playing at. Another laugh bubbles out of his throat and he returns the gesture with a ‘have fun!’ before making his way out of your sight.

“What the fuck was that?”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and you know you’ve pushed just enough of his buttons for him to react this way. If anything, though, adoration fills your chest and you have to physically hold yourself back from squeezing his cheeks.

“What? You were late and he accompanied me. Nice guy, right?” You try to play innocent, placing your glass on the bar and turning in his arm to face him. He looks especially nice today, with his hair styled a little and a denim jacket that you haven’t seen him worn before. You can feel your heartbeat picking up the longer you stare at him, and you don’t register what’s coming out of his mouth because you’re lost in your head.

Your eyes fall to his lips, and it’s when he clicks his tongue that you finally look back at him, eyes meeting his in mock innocence.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?”

You shake your head to confirm his suspicion. The guy can't even get mad at you even if he wants to.

“So.” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow in question, urging you to continue. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Wonwoo opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him room to talk more because you already dive into his lips, your palms on his shoulders and his arms wrap around you once again–probably muscle memory at this point. There’s no rush in this kiss though, you really just feel like kissing him and you do exactly that. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to mind either, because his lips chase yours when you’re about to pull away.

“Won I–”

“Hmm?”

“I need to–”

“Mmm.”

“Need to–”

“To what?” He finally pulls away, annoyed that you keep on trying to pull away. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, you can tell that he’s a little flushed too and there’s something about it that makes your heartbeat speed up once again. Were you two just… kissing in a public space for no reason at all?

“Need to breathe, baby.” You finish your sentence, suddenly shy now that you’re looking at each other. You dive into his neck before he catches your embarrassment though, and he simply chuckles before he takes a sip of your drink, whatever annoyance in his chest from looking at you and Mingyu, whoever that guy is, disappears just like that.

God, it’s not funny how whipped he is for you.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Not a chance.” You beam, though you reject him with a kiss on his cheek and you tell him to finish your drink because you don’t feel like being here anymore. You won’t let him ponder too long on your rejection though, your fingers caressing his neck and your lips finding his ear. “Actually, let’s go back to your place. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

Wonwoo shudders a little at that, still not used to the way you’d get vocal about what you want when you’re tipsy. That’s your code of saying you want to have rough sex all night–or however he would have you, really.

So Wonwoo finishes your drink in one go and grabs your hand to pull you out of the bar, missing the way you exchange grins with Mingyu as you accidentally catch his eyes before you exit the place.

[✾✾✾]

“You know you’ll spend less money if you just tell me where to buy these cookies?” You pout, still trying to get it out of him.

He doesn’t relent though, simply shrugs and places your hot chocolate on the table. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

“But whyyyy.” You whine, crossing your legs to face him on the sofa.

“I told you I’d bring you there if you go on a date with me.”

You stare at him, mind wandering to how easy it is for him to say this over and over again. You still don’t know why he’s suddenly so adamant about that, and while you actually do feel butterflies in your whole body everytime he does it, sometimes you wonder if he’s just messing with you.

Does he really mean it?

But if he does, wouldn’t he eventually be done with you because you keep on rejecting him?

But if you say yes and he’s actually just joking–what does that make you?

What if you try it out and it… messes things up?

You’re happy with whatever you have with him now, and you trust each other enough to know you are exclusive. Is there really any need to put a label between you two?

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, snapping you out of your daze.

“Huh. Yeah, sorry. You were saying?”

You see the way Wonwoo presses his lips together and you can tell the gears are turning in his head. But he beats you to it before you can ask, and your heart breaks a little at how soft he sounds.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? No!” You sit straight, taken aback from the sudden turn of the conversation. “What makes you say that?”

Wonwoo sighs and repeats his words. But he faces you this time and, for the first time since he asked you the question he’s been asking you the past few months, it’s obvious how unsure he is, as if he’s suddenly questioning himself on what he’s been doing.

“Am I making you uncomfortable by asking you out on a date?”

“Oh… Wonwoo…” You take his hand, your desire to comfort him bigger than anything. You don’t like seeing him like this, and as much as your own thoughts have been haunting you, you suppose you do need to talk about it one way or another. “No, you’re not. But… Can I ask you something?”

He doesn’t answer, but you take the way he squeezes your hand as a ‘yes’.

“Why?”

He doesn’t seem to get your question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean why?”

“Why do you suddenly want to date me?”

It’s almost comical the way he blinks slowly, then repeatedly, like he doesn’t get why you’d ask that. He thinks carefully before he says his next words though, and he mentally winces at what he’s about to say but there’s really no other way to say it.

“We’ve been… sleeping together for, like, six months.” He starts, and his face contorts like the words personally offend him. But the more you listen to him talk about all the things you’ve been doing the past few months, how you’re basically a couple without the title, the more you feel both warm and afraid about however this talk is going to end.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding his hand tighter, but he doesn’t say anything and you realize how protective you actually feel of Wonwoo because it doesn’t sit well with you that he seems to consider himself so small.

“It’s not… sudden. I’ve just finally gathered enough courage to ask you.”

“I’m afraid.” You throw it out there the moment you open your mouth, not sure how to tell him except to just go straight to the point.

“Of what?”

“Falling in love.” You cast your eyes down to where your hand and his are joined. “Of being attached to you.”

For a moment, the air around you seems to tense ten-fold that you’re sure you can cut through it with a knife. But when Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, you brace yourself for more honesty and continue.

“I’m… already attached to you more than I thought I could be with anyone. And it scares me sometimes. What if you leave me? I think I’d be able to cope better if you decide to end things with our current… relationship than an actual one. It scares me.”

You feel his hand letting go of yours, and you panic that he’s finally had enough, but he cups your face in his palms to calm you down, and as much as you’re anxious, you can feel yourself calming under his gaze.

“If you want me to be honest, I think I already like you more than whatever you probably feel for me.” He smiles so softly you almost cry. And when you’re about to refute his words, he gently places his finger on your lips to keep you silent. “And no, that’s not something I want to debate with you. I’m fine with liking you more. I want to like you more than you like me. Will you let me do that?”

You open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out except for your tears so you simply nod and fall into his embrace. Your tears dry up almost immediately after that, but you sniffle a little as his words echo in your mind. Wonwoo probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because you’ve liked him for as long as you can remember. Probably not long after you started your deal with him.

He doesn’t know how you melt every time he takes care of you. How you’d try to stay awake longer after he falls asleep after another night of passionate sex, his arm over your body and your back against his chest, just so you can pretend it’s real between you two. How you’d remind yourself that it’s not real when you wake up in his place even though you’d still drag yourself out to make breakfast for him, willing your heart to calm down when he wakes up moments later, hugging you from behind even though you tell him to move away.

You probably already love him more than he can imagine.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You ask once you’ve calmed down, getting out of his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Nothing. Why?” He tilts his head, a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“Let’s go on a date?” You ask shyly, though your eyes immediately cast downwards again once you realized you can’t handle looking him in the eye as you ask him this. But that’s why you missed the way his face blooms into a grin, missed the way his eyes suddenly twinkle brighter than every single star in the universe combined. “I think you promised to tell me where you buy those cookies if I go on a date with you.”

He laughs at that and throws his arms around you, so tight that it hurts a little. But you don’t say anything, happy that you’re here in his arms and a little giddy now that everything’s out of your chest.

Wonwoo pulls away and cups your face once again, then searches for something in your face before he closes his eyes and gives you the softest kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life. A promise. One that says he’s not going to leave and he’s going to try his best to remove every single doubt you have in your mind.

[✾✾✾]

A/N 2: and for my birthday wish, hopefully i'll get to see you even once in this lifetime.

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warning; sexual themes ! sub!fem-readerxdom!snow

Coriolanus snow a couple years after everything, he’s now established in high society, no longer living in poverty in the capital. all enemies defeated, nothing to get in his way.

except you, that cheeky friend of tigris’. you were so unique and pretty, you didn’t sing like a song bird, actually you were quite shït at it. though you were an artist, a very, very famous one, a capital gem. the capital adored your innocent, sweet, look, you were soft in every-way but your personality, though even there you were all heart and genuine.

snow knew the real you, the you that actually had a personality, like a district would have. you were snappy and sarcastic, but never mean, soft spoken but when you got excited, god you were loud.

snow only saw this behind closed doors, you were obedient and soft and loved in the image of the capitol. though you had known the family for years, meeting when tigris was still a lost teen, doing things she shouldn’t have had too. you were always kind and giving to the family, as much as they would take. though thats all you were to snow, someone who took pity.

though you never left, you were always a friend, and maybe he was just seeing you for the first time. snow was a business man now he had no time for relationships, or hookups or anything of the sort, no matter the many women thrown at him. he had never lost focus on his work, until he started noticing you more.

“is y/n coming over today?” he asked tigris and she looked at him with a weird expression, a smile on her lips. “the president wants a mural done, one that shows the power of the capital over districts, she’s not responded. he’s asked me to talk to her.”

“you? you barely know her.” tigris reminded and snow looked away for some reason a small grin was creeping onto his face. he knew you a-lot more than tigris assumed.

your legs shake and you can no longer keep them wrapped around Coriolanus, breaking what he told you to do. “c’mon keep your legs up, i thought you wanted me to breed this sloppy cunt, do you want me to stop?” he was saying into your ear, sweat dripping off of him and onto your damp body. his breath touched the sensitive neck he had abused, that he would make you cover up with an out of fashion turtleneck.

“no, please, no..” you would gasp out, you were basically brain dead. his cock thrusting in and out of you harshly for hours, had left you a whiny, overstimulated mess. tears falling out of your eyes that would roll back everytime he purposely thrusted his whole cock in you.

he wasn’t gentle with you, not today. his hand grazed your face as he stared down at your pathetic expression. suddenly he squeezed your cheeks and came closer. “then take it good like i told you to, keep your legs up.” you nodded obediently and frantic as the soft authority in his voice made your thighs twitch. he smiled and kissed you, softer than the ruthless thrusting he was giving your other lips. “such a good girl.” he praised.

your legs once again wrapped around his waist as you whined and sobbed quietly. waiting for him to let another load of his seed out inside of you, to breed you till you were swelling with his baby, securing you as his.

only when you were filled up with his baby would he feel secure enough to publicly claim you. he would never again have a girl run from him, he had to give you a reason to never leave.

“well she’s not coming today, sorry to disappoint, when i see her i’ll make sure she’s gotten the request, how much it would mean to the capitol.” tigris fawned and stopped to look up admiring nothing but the thought, then she turned to Coriolanus, but he was gone.

if she wasn’t coming he would just go to her.

#x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #smut #the hunger games #young coriolanus snow

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imaginaryf1shots · 8 months

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My Girls (I)

Words count: 1009

Driver!OC X Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

This is a sort of prequel, just to set the scene. I already have over 20K written for this.

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Young drivers

When they first met, they were 10 years old. A karting competition, a usual thing for both of them, they both won a fair amount, both getting used to winning. However when they lost each one of them dealt with it differently. Yes Cecilia had a better car, but that never stopped Max from winning before.

The race started as normal, as always Cecilia overtook all those in front of her and reached P2, with only Max being in front of her, with practised ease she overtook the boy coming out of nowhere it seemed. The boy frowned and pressed harder his car touching hers, Cecilia felt her car jolt, not knowing Max but knowing how some of the guys liked to race, she started focusing on evading him and out racing him. It was close to the end of the race anyways. Max did try to push her car a few times but everytime she slipped away or he just barely touched her.

His dad will have his head for this.

Once the race finished they got out of the car, Cecilia doing the little dance she always did when she won. She saw her dad and her brother cheering for her on the side. Taking off her helmet just as Max was coming up to her, he wanted to see who beat him, she took out her braid from her suit and turned to walk to her family when she saw Max.

Yes, his dad will definitely kill him.

“Nice race.” Cecilia said with a laugh before she slipped away to her family, her dad lifted her up in celebration, she was laughing her heart out, enjoying the moment. While Jos just stared down the family and his son, he walked up to her car inspecting it.

“They either got a sponsor or a whole lot of money.” Jos grunted a disappointed look on his face, Max was hopeful that seeing the car would make his dad not mad or disappointed in him. “But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have won.”

Shaking his head he left his son and walked away.

Cecilia, Max and Pierre were waiting for the podiums, standing together. Cecilia turned to Max and held out her hand.

“I’m Cecilia.” She had a smile on her face with her white teeth, antagonising Max unknowingly.

“Max..” Said and refused to shake her hand, Pierre rolled his eyes at Max’s antics and shook the girl’s hands so as not to leave her hanging.

“It’s okay Cece that’s how Max is.” He told her in French, Cecilia shrugged and refused to look at Max for the rest of the day.

The years went on after that and the group of future F1 drivers ran into each other a lot. Nearly no month went by without them running into each other, finding out more about the other, whenever Charles, Max and Cecilia raced together the trio were always close on the track, one of them always won. Giving credit to Cecilia she always tried to be nice to Max, however as they went into their teens he always just ignored her or gave her one worded answers. His dad did not like her at all, he found out about her family and their connections, and he knew it beat his, even if he was an F1 driver at one point.

When Max won a race at 15 and Cecilia came in P2, she did what she always does.

“Congratulations Max, great race.” The female smiled at the now slightly taller male, at one point she was taller than most of the guys but it seemed like her growth slowed with time and theirs picked up pace.

“Why do you always do that?” Cecilia was both surprised and confused, she had no idea what he was talking about. This is the first time he’s spoken more than two words to her in the past five years they’d raced together. Both of them had done well in their careers getting sponsored and moving up.

“What do you mean?”

“You always congratulate me and wish me a good race, always happy even if you don’t win.” Max explained his brain can’t comprehend how she just always seemed so happy and content and wishing her rivals good races, he heard her and Charles sharing tips and ideas, helping each other out. It’s something that he found do foreign and unusual, it left him puzzled.

“Why not? I love racing, being good is besides the point, yes I like it, I love when I win, but I would do it regardless of if I won or not.” The smile on her face fell a little, she too couldn’t understand why this wasn’t something that Max understood, her family valued fair play, they said if you rise then you should rise with the people around you and good competition always made you better, always kept you on your toes. “Besides, if you weren’t good then who would challenge me? I love challenges.”

“That’s stupid, you’re weird.” Max muttered under his breath, but Cecilia heard him loud and clear. All signs of her happiness went out the window, her smile fell off completely. Max was startled by the stark contrast, how her whole demeanour flipt in one second. Her shoulder hit his as she passed him, her arms crossed.

After that day and for the time they raced together, before he went into F1 and she got pregnant, Cecilia never smiled at Max again.

Did it bother him? Yes. she always smiled at all the other guys but never him. He was only 15 but he understood the moment she stopped trying to talk to him what he felt. He had a crush on Cecilia Hansson. The daughter of a swedish billionaire. The up and coming female driver, some people said that she’d soon have a position in F1, just give it a few years. He silently hoped that she did, he hoped she’d make it into F1. He loved racing against her.

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#f1 x driver!reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #my girls #f1dr #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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justblades · 2 years

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I COULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU !

♱ DOTTORE X AFAB! READER WORD COUNT: 2.4k

♱ SUMMARY : a mere test subject he solely created to satisfy his lustful desires . . . why would he suddenly fall head over heels for something he already acquired?

♱ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. drugging, slight dubcon, praising, degradation, possessive! dottore, whipping, pussy drunk! dottore, sadistic masochistic themes, mirror sex, not proofread.

♱ AN : sorry for being horny + this is my submission for an event collab held by @bluexiao and @anantaru <3

it was eerily silent as you were encompassed by the monotoned, tall, four walls. the glacial temperature traces goosebumps all over your naked skin, feeling somewhat numb until you felt the sudden urge to budge a movement.

a crease between your brows forms as you feel your limbs encaged by some unknown material that was preventing you from moving; that's when it finally sank in your mind to which your messy entangled thoughts release into straight lines. you were being used as a test subject for the doctor, with a project he wanted to do for so long but never got the chance to. it all changes today.

for the record, this was his first attempt. you groggily peel your eyes open to be welcomed by intricate designed ceilings of grayscales colors— what stands tall from both of your sides are numerous rolling cart drawers, each one containing a specific category of equipments to be used by the doctor. a short, fuzzy memory flashes in your mind, the voice was distinct but the image was blurry. a black silhouette forms against the dim lights, "refer to the doctor as my lord or you'll suffer a great consequence." was all you can remember as you were taken away by masked, armed soldiers.

"you're finally awake. i'll be back to check on your statistics." a deep, eloquent voice reverberates inside the quiet vicinity, words spoken with elegance and class. the tread of footsteps from the mysterious person echoes as he takes steps away from your numb body, it slowly dies down the further he got; his figure vanishing quickly. your eyes start to feel heavy as your lids roll down and before you knew it, you doze off into a deep slumber once again.

this time, the glacial temperatures no longer rake shivers running up and down your spine. your eyes flutter open as you were now awoken by the multiple sensations tracing circles on your skin. a hum of acknowledgement sounds, the harbinger picking up the fact that you were awake now. "your sensitivity was indeed heightened. i say from the experiment, i conclude this as a success." you anchor your attention to the bright arctic locks that tumbled way past the male's shoulders, especially narrowing your gaze at his beaked mask composing of neutral colors that covered the top portion of his face. as he does the littlest movements, the glowing aquamarine blue earring dangles towards the direction as well. if you could sum it all up in one word, his character appears bizarre.

"very well, you may sit up straight on your bed now." his husky voice chimes into your ears once again. for some reason, everytime he speaks to you, your body writhes from the chills he sends to your system. wasting no time, you follow suit to his orders and sit, the adamantine bindings previously prohibiting you from budging were now gone. instead, all you had on your body was a sheer white fabric reaching just above your knees. the doctor closes the proximity between your bodies, the point of his mask a mere hair thin apart from your face upon touching. "do you know your purpose? do you know why you're here, at my laboratory, looking rather helpless?" the doctor parts his lips open, strings of questions shooting in a short minute.

you respond, "no, my lord." a raspy chuckle was what you receive in exchange. you were suddenly taken aback as the turquoise haired's gloved hands inches forward your face, tucking your disheveled hair behind your right ear. "you're here for a sole reason. to quench my thirst for carnal desire." the leather gloves trail from your ears down to your neck, the doctor delineates the fine lines carved on your bare skin slowly with a sinister smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

a searing feeling of lust brews in your lower abdomen as his ephemeral touches leave an invisible heating mark on your body. you unknowingly yearn for more and fortunately, he doesn't stop there. his free hand now starts to explore your torso, slender tips fiddling with your now perked up nipples. the sensation was too extreme as he later pinched the very bud in harsh turns, a whimper then escapes from your lips. he twists the part depending on which direction you moan the most on, finding delirium from seeing you in a sticky situation.

"amusing. come on, let me hear a lot more." he expresses, now toying with your mounds with his two gloves hands. the doctor tightly grips your tits as he kneads your soft flesh, his movements were too pleasurable that you could draw a conclusion he's quite skilled at what he does. you bite back a moan daring to slip past anytime now but he was mindful of every little detail of your movements, he picked that up and clicked his tongue. "i told you, let me hear your undignified moans of satisfaction."

"y . . yes . . my lord." you pause in between syllables, now feeling a lukewarm sensation brush along your neck. your hands were unable to keep themselves, it's as if something was urging you to roam your touches on the doctor's body too. with wobbly arms encaging the harbinger's tall stature, there you only realized he wore a thin yet eye-catching garb of clothing, one that is worth of an archon's ransom.

pulling him closer to your heated body, you suppose you didn't commit any act of prying into his boundaries as he only continued to toy with your body freely. the kitty licks he gave your sensitive spot starts to broaden followed by quick, sharp pangs of throbbing pain remaining in the part. your legs flinch from the feeling and a yelp bubbles in your throat, "my lord . ."

dottore withdraws from your body and faces you completely. "entertain me, will you?" his looming figure towers over yours and you gulp the lump forming in your throat. hands still shaking from the sudden tension, you start little by little upon removing his layers of clothing. first was the fluffy coat jacket draped over his shoulders accentuated with snezhnayan's motifs from the dangling steeled chains and diamond shapes adorning it.

stripping each layer of exquisite fabric from the scientist, the feigned bravery you mustered paid well as you see his chiseled pecs and ab muscles tracing lines from his plain white long sleeved button down. you palm his well-sculpted body through the fabric, the lust brimming in your heart starts to make you feel a tad bit lethargic and fuzzy all at the same.

you work your way by unbuttoning his top one by one— the farther that you got, the more you see his fair skin gleam from the bright white lightings. he looked like a masterpiece of madness and beauty that you couldn't help but to adore. a toothy grin creeps up on the doctor's face, "in heat already?" abashedly nodding while averting your gaze to somewhere else, "then stroke my cock so i can finally fill you in."

unzipping his trousers, you could feel the huge bulge on his crotch from his clothed dick brushing past your skin. your cunt starts to throb as you got more access to his erection, finally letting it spring free of restriction. you gather your spit in your mouth in one spot and lubricate your hands with the viscous liquid to coat his twitching cock with.

carefully gliding your hands up and down, you could feel how it was veiny, big and lengthy that you're already imagining how it would feel once you're clamping around him. guttural moans escape dottore's lips as you pump him with two hands at the same time. fingers sloppily curling around his dick, you were taken aback to hear the harbinger swear under his breath, a low, husky one at that.

naughty noises reverberate inside the room the longer your stroked his girth from the crown down to the shaft. as it stands tall and hard before your body, you hear another order from the doctor. "enough. now, lay down on your stomach and stick your ass up like a slut."

once again obeying like a loyal dog to its master, you follow suit with what he tells you to do. you let go of his twitching cock and slowly let yourself feel familiar with the bedsheets and lay there, butt perked up with hands spreading your folds for the doctor's eyes to feast upon. "good girl." he muses and kneels on the small bed frame, positioning himself from your entrance. he pumps himself a couple times as he guides the tip of his dick right into your seeping wet folds. "you like it?" he kept rubbing the head on your pussy with teasing rhythms much to your dissatisfaction.

starting to wiggle your butt to feel more of his dick and create friction, it makes dottore's lust spike up a lot more. "whore." he sternly says as he finally pushes himself in, to which you mewl a lot from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled insides. "my lord!" you whimper once dottore rewards you with powerful thrusts, skin slapping upon his impact. the grasp he had on the plush of your ass was harsh and tight, making sure his hands would leave imprints as proof of posession of his test subject.

as he maintains a painfully fast tempo of pounding, dottore puts plenty of pressure on your lower back to make your stomach fully lay flat on the hospital bed. once finished with setting your body up like how he wants it, he continues to pounce into you like there was no tomorrow. your walls contract everytime he intrudes your slutty hole, clamping around his cock so they could mold into a shape dottore's dick can only fit in. you grip the sheets for dear life as you feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, he was far too deep in you that it made you feel light headed.

it aches, but it feels good as well. it feels rewarding to be fucked stupid by an honorable harbinger, the doctor by that. "satisfying results from extortion, i say. now i have a sex doll solely living to satisfy my lustful tendencies."

he revels in the heavenly sight of your now naked body and tight, wet walls. his crisp cerise eyes flicker from the ass of your cheeks bouncing along with his thrusts to your shameful expressions to which he can see by a mirror's reflection placed in front of your lustful bodies. "look at yourself, look at the pathetic faces you've been making." the doctor says as he leans forward, his gloved dominant hand grabbing ahold of your cheeks. his fingers were enormous in size and slender in shape, you could feel your face crush from his grip alone.

he forces you to open your eyes and look at the body length mirror in front of you, hair messy and unkempt, lips smeared with drool and tears from the way dottore has been treating you. somehow, it all felt good, everything felt good.

"i don't regret the lengths i took just to acquire you in my hands at all." amidst the slapping noises bouncing off the walls, you try your best to comprehend his sentences.

you hum even though you could not understand, "your pretty little cunt, your soft tits, your beautiful face i'd love to paint with buckets of my cum— i want to do it so bad to you."

much to your relief, he finally lets go of your chin to let your head rest on the soft cushions again. the intercourse was starting to get rougher judging from the pace dottore has been going at and the degrading words he's telling you. "i don't think i'll be able to let go of you. i don't think i can even share you with my subordinates or my comrades."

he's still continuing to spew his feelings out like he was an open book for the audience meanwhile you were eager to know more what he thinks of you, "hell, i could even destroy the world for you." your eyes although heavy lidded from the lust clouding your consciousness, they widen into two full moons once you hear the very last sentence.

"my lord . ." you pant heavily as moans of pleasure shortly follow, "i'm ahh— u— unworthy of . . . your protection." his solferino irises narrow, the next thing you know: he grabs a spare necktie strewn across the floor earlier and wraps it around his wrist like a madman. he starts to slap your ass cheeks with it. crisp whipping noises blend in with your endless moans of gratification, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"when i say something, it's of certainty at all times. don't go backing out on me now, after all, you're mine."

you constantly cry out from the mixed feelings of lechery and pain.

"i own you, right?"

mewls and moans could only be heard as he asked, longing for an affirmation from his test's subjects own mouth.

dottore whips you once again with the neck tie, the part starting to grow sore and shades darker from your skin tone. "yes, my lord! you own me."

what he does next catches you rather off guard once he jackhammers into your pussy, gloved hands getting rid of his beak mask. with a blurry vision, you could just see the cold blood red of his eyes glinting from the white lights reflecting from the mirror— "i showed you my face, do you trust me now?"

you answer willingly as your tongue sticks out in dire need of some sort of hydration and company, "yes my lord."

the doctor hums as he sees you gasping for life, "you look like a pathetic thirsty bitch. here, drink some of these." he whips out several glass vials containing unknown colored liquids from his cabinet within his reach. he unscrews the cap and pours all of it on your face, the sticky liquids clings onto your skin but you desperately lick every droplet to ingest.

he watches you brazenly, gaze anchored at your pretty, fucked up features only. shortly after dottore feels his bliss of release coming to which he picks up the pace and pushes into you in an animalistic speed, biting his lower lip to focus and feed you with all of his pent up seed.

white liquids sprawl out on your lower back as he pulls his dick out, neverending strings of cum pooling on your skin. he lets out a demeaning chuckle and gathers all of his cum with his gloved fingers, proceeding to inch toward you and insert his digits into your wet, sticky mouth. "gobble it all up."

"of course my lord." words muffled from his gloved fingers shoved into your mouth, you gulp it all down like a good sex doll would.

#bloru.sweetnspice #dottore smut #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin harbingers #il dottore smut

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere EraserMic- primarily Aizawa coming to the conclusion that harsh orders and threats of punishment just makes you terrified of him and that he has to be gentle with his sweet sensitive little Kitten. Your feelings are just so easily hurt, he doesn’t even mean to be so harsh, honest! Meanwhile, Hizashi is such a natural at getting his princess to sing 🎶 he cant help feeling jealous

The teacher looked at the two of you from the doorway with crossed arms. You were sitting on the bed doodling while his husband happily went on about his day using gestures and poking you occasionally. All you did was briefly look at him before continuing your activity, not bothering to engage with the radio host as he continued on.

Why wasn’t that him?

Out of worry of Hizashi not being too firm, he had played ‘bad cop’ setting the rules and reminding you of the punishments that would entail. Said-punishment was mostly just lecturing you when you got ahold of his computer. You had tried to notify ‘your friends’ who had laughed at how ‘silly’ you were for disappearing off the face of the Earth for two whole weeks and still eluding the police. He let you play out the rest of the interaction in front of him proving that your friends weren’t actually thinking of your best interest. Proving him right the conversation steered to you being an attention hog and them being more than thrilled about your disappearance before blocking you. He sccolded you, not for trying to escape but for even going to them in the first place. This was the reason they took you, why couldn’t you accept that?! You cried and denied him as you had begun to do everytime he asked anything of you. He was tired of it, especially when you seemed perfectly fine with Hizashi.

“Heya Songbird, have you spoken to Sho, today?”

The mention had you sending a prolonged glance to the curious gaze before rolling your eyes and continuing what you were doing. His smile fell before returning once more as he momentarily peaked at his significant other who finally left in a huff.

“Y’know he likes you just as much as I do? He was just concerned that's all…”

“Concerned enough to just yell at me?”

He nearly reeled back in shock at the bite in your voice as you started drawing vigorously. He was happy you cared but it seemed that you misinterpreted his beloved’s concern. Internally he puffed his chest and gleamed: time to play cupid! With a boastful till in his voice he leaned in closer to you practically swooning as you let his cheek touch your uncovered shoulder.

“Zawa is a teacher, after all it's usual that he slips into teacher-mode when he’s frustrated.”

You huffed and cutely pouted as you focused on your drawings again, unconsciously leaning into the massaging that Hizashi was giving you. Slotting himself behind you he had you sit in between his legs with his head right near your ear.

“If he was a bit..softer would you maybe give him a chance?”

You paused your drawing as you looked up into the the canopycover that hung over your bed before humming in thought. You were completely oblivious to the joyful preening of the pro hero behind you who finally came back to reality when you spoke.

“Maybe…but I’m still mad at the both of you for kidnapping me in the first place.”

“Okay, Songbird.”

“And don’t tell him that I said any of this, I don’t need him sucking up to me all of a sudden.”

“Hai, hai, my chops are sealed!”

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Shota was trying to calm his nerves as he sat beside you on the couch. Occupied with his own task of grading papers, he casually left a piping hot mug of your favorite drink in front of you. Without looking away he could feel you perk up before wrapping your hands around the mug and drinking away. He fought the urge to proudly smile as he witnessed his plan take into effect; after some *hints from someone anonymous* he had found himself treating you like a misbehaving dog when in fact you were a soft little kitten who had gone through so much before they lovingly intervened. So he treats you like the hesitant foster kittens that he’s homed from time-to-time by first beginning to associate him with good things.

So for at least three weeks he will bring you something everytime you have these moments where Hizashi is out and he’s left to watch you while you lounge on the couch. It's a silent offering when he just casually passes things to you from snacks from places you used to frequent to full-on meals from restaurants you used to treat yourself to. This wouldn’t mean much if you hadn’t already witnessed Hizashi throwing your leftovers away as he mumbled about throwing away your ‘poison food’. It wasn’t planned that Shota would now be the ‘good cop’ but it still worked and slowly but surely you began opening up to him.

And like most of his foster kittens eventually you move in closer to him. Physically brushing beside him to full on leaning on him when he sets himself beside you. From then on the pro-hero hesitates to ‘punish’ you if at all. More like light reprimands if anything. And if he does have to its with Yamada on his side.

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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 14: the council has spoken

Tabe of contents

It was around 5:00 by the time I got home from the field trip. It was fairly quiet except for the flat screen playing Phinis and Ferb. I chuckled as Owen stared intently at the screen as I closed the front door, the sound of the door shutting made Owen look up from the screenscreen. “Hey, how was the field trip?”

“it was boring honestly” I said setting down on the couch next to him. Owen hummed a response and continued to consentrat on the screen that was playing his favorite cartoon.

“how was your day?” I asked.

“same old, same old” he mumbles.

Are conversation was long and it fell into comfortable silence as we watched cartoons intill around six. The show had ended so I decided to go up stairs to finish some homework before dinner.

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I went upstairs to do my homework and as I latched the door my phone buzzed, signaling me that Sam was calling.

“Can you come over to Billy's tonight? The elders are having second thoughts on what to do with the treaty” Sam said, making me feel sick to my stomach.

“w-what's the matter?” I asked softly.

Sam sighed on the other end. “nothing bad I'm hoping, but they didn't like how me and Carlisle handled it last week”

I sighed and plopped down on my bed. “So another word they're gonna say we can't see each other” I said, getting frustrated.

“no, no, nothing like that,” Sam quickly said. “Billy and Harry are just pissed we handled it without consulting with them...you and Carlisle need to be at the meeting”

I sighed, rubbing my forehead in frustration. I was nervous about what they're final decision would be. “okay... I'll be there in five”

I hung up the phone and jogged down the stairs and was about to head out the door when Uncle Charlie stopped me. “Hey, hey, slow your roll”

I stopped and walked back into the kitchen where Bella was cooking and Charlie was working on paperwork. I sighed and leaned on the entire way of the kitchen.

“I'm going to Billy's for dinner... Jake and Sam invited me” I said slowly. I hated lying to him, but it was the only way to keep him safe from our world.

Charlie sighed. “okay that's fine, but you just don't leave the house without any explanation”

I nodded knowing I deserved that. With the vampire running around killing people he had become a nervous wreck everytime one of us left the house on my dad's motorcycle.

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It was nightfall when I made it to Billy's house. Just as I turned off the engine of my dad's motorcycle, Dr. Cullen drove up in Emmett's jeep.

“Hey, beautiful,” Emmett said, smiling as he engulfed me in a hug. A smile was immediately plastered on my face as I wrapped my arms around him. I then turned to Dr. Cullen giving him a small wave.

“Hey, Dr. Cullen”

“hello, y/n nice to see you again” he showed me a warm smile as the three of us walked up the ramp that led to the front door.

“There you guys are, come in,” Sam said suddenly. I looked up and he was standing at the front door.

“hi, Dr. Cullen” Sam said and shook his hand, trying to be civil. Dr. Cullen smiled and greeted him back. Sam nodded towards Emmett not really acknowledging him. Emmett rolled his eyes and laced his fingers with mine as we entered the home.

We walked into the small house and we were met with a full house. Billy, Harry, and Quill's grandfather all sat at the dining room table while the pack was spread throughout the house.

“Hello, Cullens,” Billy said roughly. The welcome was cold and forced. The three older men looked at Emmett and Dr. Cullen with disgust.

Dr. Cullen kept the peace and didn't exchange the hate with more hate. I couldn't understand how someone could remain so calm and kind.

“how would you like to handle this?” Dr. Cullen said, speaking up first.

The three older men exchanged glances then Harry glared at Sam. “well, first of all it wasn't yours nor Sam's place to decide what would happen with those two”

“it wasn't my intention to over step” Dr. Cullen said calmly.

Billy then looked at Sam. “Just because your alfa doesn't mean you make decisions regarding the treaty.”

Sam foolishly didn't step down. “She's part of my pack and she's my cousin. I have every right to get involved if needed”

Emmett remained silent as he held my hand tighter. We watched the elders and Sam go back and forth while Dr. Cullen would gently add his senses while also trying to defuse the tension.

“You can't keep them from seeing each other, we'll all know how this ends if they can't be together” Sam growled.

“Why do you care about the Leeches?” Quill spoke up. His grandfather shot him a glare. “You shut up, this doesn't concern you,” he said sternly.

The bickering started up again, waiting for more time. Dr. Cullen sighed and stepped backwards where me and Emmett were.

“This is a load of barnacles,” I whispered to Emmett. He immediately burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth after dr. Cullen nudged him.

“you think your funny?” Quill's grandfather said looking up at me. I recoiled and slightly hid behind Emmett. Quill's grandfather never liked me… He Didn't like my mother either.

“No, sir... Sorry” I mumbled. Dr. Cullen looked between us with irritation. “no don't apologize”

“all due respect we've been here for almost an hour and all I've heard are 'what ifs' and you talking down towards my son and family” Dr. Cullen stated. Emmett smirked as he watched his 'father' snap.

“she's is part of your pack… Your family, so why don't you show her some respect” Sam nodded agreeing with Dr. Cullen.

“Dr. Cullen's right and like it or not Emmett is under our protection now”

Paul snorted. “like he needs it” his commitment earned him a smack upside the head by Harry.

The new pack members added their unnecessary opinions which resulted into yet another argument. This one didn't last long as Billy's fist collided with the wood table.

“shut the hell up!” The pack turned to Billy. He sighed as she rubbed his face. “unfortunately there will be changes made”

Billy pointed at me and Emmett. “you two can't be apart and there's nothing changing that. We can't control who we imprint on so I'd like to make a motion that the treaty still stands, but Both y/n and what's his face-”

“Emmett” Sam mumbled.

Billy rolled his eyes. “Emmett, can be in each other's territory”

“but that means no one else!” Quill's grandfather barked. “we don't need anymore problems”

“agreed, we don't want any problems” Dr. Cullen nodded.

“all in favor say 'I'” Billy said.

The vote that was in mine and Emmett's favor won by two votes. Paul dispite his faithfulness to our friendship voted no, so did Quill's grandfather.

“there we go, we won” Emmett smiled as we walked out of the house. I sighed. “did we?”

“the treaty still stands and our family still hate each other”

Dr. Cullen gave us a soft smile. “I think this will turn out better than you think”

I nodded as Dr. Cullen left towards the jeep. Emmett looked down at me and smiled. “I'll see you tomorrow” he placed a soft kiss on my cheek and left in the same direction as Dr. Cullen did.

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The next day Emmett and I entered the cafeteria and walked towards table my friends were at. I looked over at my cousin and saw her staring at Edward while the rest of my friends joked around. She had them completely zoned out. I looked over at Edward and he smiled at me. I waved back as I sat down in between Tyler and Emmett.

“La Push, baby. You in?” Eric asked me. I laughed. “sure”

“should I know what that means?” Bella asked, looking away from the Cullen table.

“La Push beach down on the Quileute rez" Mike explained. “We’re all going after school. Big swell coming in”

“I have a cousin that lives in the res, the beach is great” I said opening my can of Coke.

“And I don't just surf the internet,” Eric laughed as he stood up on his chair and pretended to surf. Angela slapped his side playfully and pulled him back to the ground. I chuckled and glanced over back at the Cullen table. Damon and Jasper were arm wrestling and Alice was talking 100 miles an hour to Edward. He only nodded obviously not really paying attention then glanced over at me. He watched my rambunctious friends and smirked as I rolled my eyes.

“There's whale watching too. Come with us” Angela asked as she put her arm on my shoulder.

“Emmett, you In?” Tyler asked. Emmett smiled. “Sure why not” he looked at me with a shit eating grin. It was so amusing to him that he could now walk on the reservation with no consequences.

“Would your sibling like to come with us too?” Angela asked sweetly. Emmett shrugged knowing the others weren't allowed there. Hell Dr. Cullen is barely allowed there.

“don't know, they're not into group activities”

The table discussed transportation issues and times. We then came to the conclusion Angela and Eric would be riding with me and Emmett in his jeep and Tyler would take everyone else in his van. All that was left was Bella, who was staring at Edward again.

“We just need to get Bella to go,” Mike said. “I never said I wouldn't go,” she sniped back in a playful manner. She looked at me and gave me death glare. I knew she didn't want me to go but I could care less.

“Come on baby La Push” Eric laughed. “It's La Push,” Tyler continued. I laughed and bumped them both.

“Okay i'll go if you stop saying that” Bella said before leaving for the salad bar.

Lunch was fairly quiet towards the end. Emmett and Tyler discussed their favorite baseball teams while me and Angela played cards while Mike made yet another desperate attempt to ask Bella out. Spoiler alert he failed.

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hey babe, let’s go out tonight

tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: while having lunch with peter parker you pine for him so much it hurts.

warnings: fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers, reader has hair long enough to put behind their ear

wc: 1.5k

It’s a sunny day, you forgot your sunglasses and now are cursing at yourself, because the sun shines damn brightly. And because of this you almost don’t notice the boy approaching the bench you’re lounging on.

“Hi there, sunshine,” says Peter teasingly as he drops his backpack next to your feet. You pull your earbuds out and pretend you didn’t catch the stupid nickname he gave you.

Stupid, stupid, stupidly cute nickname.

That was the whole thing with Peter Parker. You were unable to define what you two had going on, which was terrifyingly exciting. Technically you were friends—best friends, even. Inseparable, two halves of the whole, unstoppable and forever. At least it felt like it. You always appreciated those moments with him; walks in the park, getting milkshakes, seeing cheap and bad movies at your local theater, or like now, having lunch together everyday at 12 between your classes. But sometimes his eyes would linger on yours for too long, and the honey of his eyes would envelop you, and his hair would look so soft, and his lips so pink, and the little beauty mark on his cheek so worthy of your love, and those tranquil moments would become too intimate for you. Everytime you scold yourself for feeling the warmth dripping from your heart and flooding your body.

He doesn’t feel that way. You shouldn’t feel that way.

“Hi,” you smile, finally able to open your eyes fully thanks to the shadow he’s casting while towering over you. “You’re late.”

“By a minute,” he rolls his eyes and, oh god, oh god, no, he takes his hoodie off in that stupid way that he does, his t-shirt riding up and leaving his abdomen naked right in front of you.

You immediately look down to find your bag and take out a sandwich and an apple you packed for lunch. Totally not thinking about the trail of dark hair leading from his navel downwards, disappearing into his old, kinda ripped jeans (he refuses to admit they’re old; he claims ripped jeans are fashionable now and he bought them like this).

After a second you feel the sun shining on you again and hear Peter flopping down next to you. His knee is touching yours and you hate how much you love this feeling.

“What were you listening to?” he looks at you with a smirk and those puppy eyes and, before you can answer, reaches over your thighs to check one of your earbuds. You hope he didn’t notice the goosebumps you got when his hand touched your lap. “David Bowie?” smiling he hands you the other earbud. You put it in and hear Rebel Rebel blasting with the volume almost maxed out.

You smile at the familiar beat and close your eyes, mouthing the lyrics and bobbing your head.

He doesn’t stop looking at you, though. You feel his gaze on your nose, lips, chin, lips again.

But it might all be just my imagination. Human mind plays tricks on us, especially when we want something very much, right? Didn’t Freud say something about one’s deepest wants appearing in their–

Stop. Why the hell are you thinking about Freud right now? Ew.

And my deepest want is not Peter Parker staring at me. Literally stop.

“I remember seeing him on TV when I was a kid,” says Peter in the softest, smallest voice you have ever heard leaving him. It’s not quite a whisper, but it’s spoken like a secret. You open your eyes and see him looking at you, but his gaze is not present. He’s very, very far away.

“Yeah?” you prompt sitting up straighter and pull out the earbud to show you’re listening.

“Yeah,” he replies, zoned out, blinking rapidly when his eyes start drying out. “The reporter was being pushy. She was asking him about being gay.”

“Oh.” You scoot even closer to him, pressing your side into his, making him turn his head and come back to earth.

“He replied with so much confidence. ‘Bout being bisexual. I didn’t know what he was talking about then. But years later it made me feel seen, understood,” you take his hand in yours, squeezing comfortingly. “Made me accept I like boys and girls the same way. Helped me.” he squeezes back, staring at his converse. He’s so deep in thought, small, unsure of himself. You want him to feel loved so badly. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, though.

“Thank you for telling me, Pete,” you rub his back and he sends you the sweetest smile. You smile back and feel a rush of emotions, this warmth, the need to be close to him. And it’s so hard to contain that it all spills out. “I love you,” you say, maybe recklessly, maybe without thinking. But you really do love him. You weren’t sure what kind of love it was, but it was love, nonetheless.

There goes your not-overwhelming him.

“I know,” his brown eyes hold so much care. What did he know? That you loved him as a friend? Or that you felt more? Did he know you can’t focus around him? That he sometimes appears in your dreams with his lips soft, sweet and warm against yours?

He puts a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too.”

His gaze falls on your lips and back on your eyes quickly. If you only blinked, you’d missed it.

Then his stomach grumbles.

“Aw, man,” disappointment colors his voice and you don’t know what he means by that. He straightens out, changes his voice from quiet and intimate to louder and casual. You kinda hate it. Then you hate yourself for hating it and for being greedy. “Shall we eat, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. You might cry or go crazy if you don’t figure out what he means. Is it sweetheart or sweetheart?

You’re unpacking your sandwich when he nudges your arm.

“Actually,” he laughs a bit awkwardly, “May made us some cookies.” He pulls out two paper bags and hands one to you. You freeze for a second, not understanding what was happening. “I hope you like them,” his voice is higher, he speaks quicker, a bit anxiously, “they’re not really sweet, y’know? ‘Cause May wants to cut down on sugar. So it’s only oats, nuts and, um, blueberries… I think? So… so if you don’t like them it’s obviously fine. It’s… cool.”

You take the bag from him, a bit stunned. That was probably the most adorable thing anyone has ever done for you.

You take a bite of the cookie. It sure isn’t as sweet as brownies with sugar powder and vanilla ice cream on top, but it’s just sweet enough. A bit crunchy, a bit sour from the fruit, but oh so warm, because someone made them with you in mind.

You swallow your bite and smile at Peter, all teeth. He relaxes when he sees you like it and then tenses again when he feels your lips pecking his cheek. And when you pull back, his face is all pretty and pink.

God, he’s beautiful. Sun in his eyes, hair, skin. You truly cannot comprehend it when he says no one was ever interested in him. The first time you saw him, all focused, brows furrowed, with his sleeves rolled up and hands working on something in the lab you were passing by, you got weak in the knees. Not that you would ever admit it.

“They’re delicious, Pete. Wonderful. Amazing. Incredible. So, so tasty. And just sweet enough,” now you’re rambling, but you just need to express your gratefulness and affection. “And I can’t even put into words how thankful I am for them. Thank you so, so much. And please thank May. Give her hugs and kisses from me,” you beam, munching the cookie, putting your head on his shoulder.

Peter is quiet for a second. He puts his head on top of yours, biting into his own cookie. After it’s gone, he turns his face into your hair. “Well, if I’m supposed to give them to her from you, you should give them to me first. Y’know, so I can pass them on.”

It takes you a while. A second, two seconds. Then you understand he means hugs and kisses and your heart beats so rapidly you think you might be having a cardiac arrest. Hell, maybe you are. Maybe it’s the sun?

But all doubt is gone when he kisses the crown of your head. He means it. He means it all. He means the cookies and the sunshine and sweetheart, not just sweetheart. And so you grin like an idiot, because you feel like one. You melt against him, then take your head off of his shoulder, then put your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“You’re smooth, Parker,” you whisper into his ear before pulling back and cupping his cheeks while looking into his loving gaze.

“C’mere and find out,” he murmurs and kisses you gently, enveloping you in his arms, his warmth, his sweetness.

♡

this is my first time writing a fanfic, i’ll get better at it <3 thank you so much for reading, let me know if you see any mistakes!!

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popcornforone · 1 year

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Thinking

A Soft Detective Tim Rockford Fic

We got newish Rockford this week but I was already writing this & was like well let’s share this with everyone.

How can some short little adverts make us all crazy for this man, but especially this moment. The number of people who go weak just for this (me included) is crazy. So I wanted to write about how it makes us all feel.

Synopsis: Morning meeting at the police station are changed forever when Detective Rockford wits a few seats away from you.

Word count 1.7k

Warnings: not many at all there’s no smut here. We mention what the reader would like Tim to do to them, but there’s a lot of pineing, flirting & unrequited love, sex is mentioned & a small amount of swearing but nothing to much. a little bit of jealousy & angst but it’s not over the top. I just want to talk about that hand around his neck that’s all.

All comments & feedback are welcome, thanks for the read peoples. Enjoy

Meetings are the worst & best part of your day as a police officer. There’s no lying about it or denying it anymore to yourself, it is now what you expect. Dread & anticipation.

It’s the worst because your alarm goes off at 5:30am. It’s the worst because as someone who’s currently working traffic, your job doesn’t change. You fly up & down the main roads & motorways catching uninsured or dangerous drivers. Everyone’s got an excuse as to why they were doing 85 in a 70 speed limit. You’ve heard them all before. You are the best behind the wheel, & not only do you know it but so does everyone else when you see them. Your partner gets to question the drivers but your get to chase after them.

Meetings are bad due to the fact that unless there’s a sting or traffic control you’re not needed. Everytime you work the core hours of 8:30 to 6:00 you know the first 30mins of your day is a waste of time. You could have had the extra half hour asleep or eaten a better breakfast but you don’t.

But there is a reason why you do all this. Why you check the next days rota before you leave, why you get up & do your hair & make up at 5:30am when an alarm could go off at 6am & you’d be here in plenty of time. It’s to look at something, some one. It’s to look at Detective Tim Rockford. The man of your dreams, the man who melts your soul & the man who probably has no idea you exists but every moment you are in his presence, it make you want him to just once, shoot a soft smile your way.

You’d not noticed this until 10 weeks ago. You’d sat at a desk in the meeting room ready to hear what will happen for the next day. It’s 2 rows from the back & furthest to the left. Perfect place to sit to not pay attention. You’d got there early by accident, traffic had ironically been in your favour for once. So you grab the desk for you & your traffic partner Winslow to sit at. About 8minutes later another officer walks in & sees you at the desk & frowns, you are unsure why you’ve never spoken to her before let alone given her a reason to seethe at you. The room then fills up over the next few minutes & the last person who arrives just as the agendas are read out is none other than Tim. He always walks in late, he is extremely busy but you’re pretty sure it’s an ego thing. He sits 2 desks in front of you after he asses who’s in the room & sits down. He’s perfectly in line with the gap Between the two people in front.

Tim then does the thing, his over thinking tick, or as what most of the room sees is just his hand touching his neck. But it’s not to you & about 3 other women in the room & you have no idea why your are transfixed by this slight head roll & his hand scrape around his neck. But in that moment there is nothing you would not do for Tim, you would move heaven & earth for him. For just a smile or a slide glance. It’s not even looking at his big puppy dog eyes that the world is obsessed with (& by world you mean 80% of tv stations). Everyone wants a brief moment of the detectives time.

& that was 10 weeks ago. Winslow knows you like him & keeps saying to you, just go introduce yourself, just say hi just sit at that desk. But you won’t. The mystique around him & this move of his hand, is now apart of your morning routine & Winslow knows one look at that hand & his neck makes you more awake & alert than any coffee. He’s your fix & drug & it’s what you need to see to get you through the day.

So there you sit at 8:15 chatting to Winslow about what films we both watched last night. “If you were in a film by now you & Tim would have had a meet cute” “ha” you laugh “nah I’d be the random best friend who gets to talk wisdom to the main character who gets to talk to the man once but not enough for you to care about” “oooh no girl you’ve got to be the main character in the story of your life.” “Who’s not the main character in their life?” & you freeze. Tim sits down in the chair in the row in front of you. Your face probably looks like it’s in sheer panic because that’s how you feel right now, completely panicked. “Oooh we were just talking what movies we have watched recently”Winslow answers when you don’t as they kick you under the table to snap out of your trance.

“You okay?” Tim says & says your name with a small smile. A smile that makes you go weak, the smile you’ve always wanted to see. His dark caramel eyes under his glasses shinning as pools of delight. His holster making him even broader that he looks from behind. He is the epitome of handsome & he is perfect. The perfect man. & he’s speaking to you, giving you some time. “Sorry” you say “I have a lot on my mind a the moment” you think he’s noticed that yours looking at him. “I’m always here if you want..” he starts but then in comes the chief to discus what’s happened over night & Tim removes his glasses casually & turns around to face the front.

When he does the thinking hand thing, millimetres away from you about 10 mins in, it’s even better than 2 rows away. The neck on those broad shoulders just rolling to wake him up. If you leaned in more maybe you could hear it creek. All those crooks perfect for nuzzling your head in after having sex. His after shave waving past your nose. So musky & rich & spicy just like him. But it’s all about the hand. Forget the whispy hair that you’d love to run your hands through. It’s all about that hand. So large, such s span in width with long delicate fingers. It grasps as it curls around his neck. Nails that are pristine, knuckles ready to be kissed. It’s literally a 3 second move the roll of the neck & the hand wrapping round it while he thinks but it’s exactly what you need. You do a soft gasp when he does it the second time today & hope he didn’t hear you be effected by the most perfect hand in the world.

Tim doesn’t even acknowledge you as he leaves, he grabs his mug & he heads back to his department & Winslow once the detective has left says “well was it worth it, for the moment to be that close?” You friendly slap him, “that was insane nothing is ever going to best that, we don’t have to make sure we get this chair again now for these meeting, that was perfect” Winslow smile at you & we both grab our notes & leave. You’re on a Rockford high all morning, you even let the person whose insurance expired this morning, off with a fine when they said their insurance started tomorrow.

You get back to your desk & there’s a post it note there which just says coffee? Starbucks 2pm? You look around to see who might have left the note, but you have no idea at all. Could this be a proper meeting or is it a friend or a message not taken down properly. But you don’t care & someone wants to buy you decent coffee at 2pm. You grab your jacket & clock out for your hours lunch & head to the Starbucks. You’re shocked when you get there & Tim is standing at the counter with two coffees. “Your here” he says excitedly & you’re shocked that it’s him & that he’s excited to see you as well “& miss out on free coffee? never” you smirk & you take my coffee from him.

He does the hand thing with his neck while facing you standing at the counter, his face looking all shy before those eyes flutter at you looking so innocent & full of love, soft but also seductive. You gasp & then his smile creeps in across his face. “That’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last 10 weeks” he says & he blushes.”what Tim?” You blush as you reply “what is it?” “That gasp I’ve had dreams of hearing that, it’s all my mind can think about” & you’re taken aback. The man you think about each night has been dreaming of you to.

“I’ve just been to shy to turn around until today when I arrived on time, I’m so glad that i did.” Tim offers you his hand “this hands all I’ve been thinking about Tim” you finally admit & you hold it. A rush of emotions coming to the surface for both of us. “Maybe we should sit down for a while & talk about being shy & over thinking together” Tim says & gives you a small peck on the cheek, “& maybe I can then think up the courage to ask you on an actual date.” Tim concludes & the two of you sit on the sofa in silence just drinking coffee & smiling at each other waiting for the other to own & not over think anymore & start up a proper conversation which might lead to more than gasps.

Chapter 2

#fanfic #my fics #minifics #no minors #pedro pascal #fluff #tim rockford #detective tim rockford #tim rockford fanfic #tim rockford fan fiction #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal fanfiction #merge mansion

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gloryhrs · 1 year

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⟡ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋! ━━ 「 Shūhei Hisagi. 」

poet!male reader. ʚɞ req @acoustickitten ʚɞ short :(

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ IF Shūhei Hisagi was asked to describe you in a few words then the first three would be alluring, well-spoken, and peaceful.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ WHEN he first met you he was shocked by your angelic and breathtaking appearance. It was as if the angels above took their time carving and creating your appearance. (Poor Shūhei couldn’t keep his eyes off you to save his life.)

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE often calls you darling, angel, and sweetheart to the point of him barley using your name in general <3.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ LOVES physical touch (lowkey touch starved). He always has to have his hands on you, no matter the situation.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE loves everything about you, your clam personality, the love you have for nature and especially your poetry.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE absolutely adores your poetry, Everytime you wrote something new he would practically beg you to read it to him when it’s time for bed.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE constantly takes you out on lil dates around the Seireitei whilst having his hand intertwined with yours and your book in the other one.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ THE way the beautiful words rolled off your tongue made him fall into a trance. He could listen to you talk for hours and hours without getting annoyed.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ CURIOSITY once got the best of him and he went through your book, which lead to his love for you increasing after finding the sketches and doodles of him sleeping, smiling, etc.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HE’S your #1 fan fr! no one could ever take his place when it came to praising you and your work.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ SHŪHEI sighed in relief once he felt warm hands run through his hair, your fingernails scratching his scalp made him melt even more. You both currently sat under the tree as the sun continued to shine past the open spaces in the tree, since it was becoming extremely hot at the Seireitei he took you out to your favorite spot. The wind blew past your hair as the gold jewelry made a soft chiming sound, Shūhei listened to your silky voice that read another poem from the book. "Ah, that seemed to be the last page I wrote, sorry Shū." You closed the book and placed it down next to you.

Shūhei hummed softly before getting up from your lap to cradle your face in his hands. God, you’re so handsome. The way your gorgeous ( e / c ) eyes stared back into his caused his cheeks to warm up slightly, he still had a hard time believing he was worthy of you. "I’m so in love with you. I don’t what I would do without you." He closed the space between you and him to kiss those delicate lips of yours. "I love you as well, Shū. Please don’t change yourself for anyone." Your finger traced over the 69 marking on his face. He was truly a blessed individual to be gifted an angel like you.

#𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚#anime #manga #animanga #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach x male reader #bleach imagines #male reader #bleach x reader #bleach scenarios #shuhei bleach #shuhei hisagi

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justimajin · 7 months

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 13

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 3.5k / Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes)

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Warnings: the angst is strong with this one

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, September 26 (series masterpost here)

There’s a folder in your arms as the sound of your heels clicking against the ground resonates. A crease is etched between your brows, gaze down casted.

A deep sigh escapes from your lips.

Something has been off with Yuna. It’s obvious. Ever since you stayed over at Miyeon’s for the night, the girl hasn’t spoken to you properly, heck she hasn’t even looked at you properly. It’s almost like she’s purposefully pushing you away, seemingly slipping away from you everytime you direct your concerns towards her.

You understand Yuna. She’s never been the type to outwardly express her feelings, even before your parents passed away. But the averted glances and meek smiles can’t help but make your stomach churn, make you filled with complete unease that there’s something the young fourteen-year-old isn’t telling you.

You sigh for the second time of the day, spotting the sight of the door to the printer room. Shaking the thoughts away, you suppose you’ll need to speak to her somehow after work with the hope that she confides in you.

You push against the door.

“Boo!”

Your heels scratch against the floor, eyes enlarged and arms tightened around your folder. But the sudden scare washes away just as easily, especially when you notice the giant grin Jin holds.

“What–“ You blink, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thought I’d take a nice stroll in this room.” You raise a brow at his exaggerated tone and he chuckles, “I’m photo-copying some papers, what else?”

You shake your head with a sigh, “Of course you are.”

“Hey,” He calls out and you hum, but it’s not until he bumps his shoulder in yours that you’re turning around in bewilderment.

“What?” You ponder.

He gestures to you, “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well for starters, you got this going on.” He abruptly pokes at the crease in between your brows and you wince a bit, staring at him with a frown, “Plus, this is usually the part where you get annoyed with me.”

“You’re still an employee.” You remark, stepping aside and heading for the photocopier. “And it’s nothing.”

Jin frowns, inclined to believe otherwise. But he doesn’t push forward, simply walking ahead to stand next to you at the machine.

“But don’t you know? I’m not just an employee.” He leans forward, whispering underneath his breath like he’s telling you top secret information. “I’m supposed to be the next CEO.”

“Oh, wow.” You sarcastically retort, pressing a button on the photocopier as it scans. “I would have never guessed that in a million years.”

“Shh.” He chides, “You can’t tell anyone.”

The corner of your lip tugs up, “Well, this is sort of awkward. All my coworkers already know about it.”

Jin makes some sound akin to being shot in the chest and you glance over at him with a half-smile. But then he starts pretending to collapse onto the ground in pain and you can only stare in exasperation.

You cross your arms, “Are you done?”

He looks up in offense, “Are you undermining my performance?!”

“No, I’m just thinking that you would have probably made a great actor.”

“Psh.” He gets up and shakes off the dust from his suit, “The industry could have never handled my talent.”

You roll your eyes with a smile and shift over, grabbing the copies of the paperwork you made. Jin does the same with his own and walks over to the door, holding it open for you to walk through first.

He ends up following behind, despite needing to head towards another department on a different floor.

“You do seem pretty upbeat these days.” You bring up as you scan over the copies, “Has work with the other departments been going well?”

“Yeah, everything’s been good so far.” He wistfully sighs, “But it’s probably because I’m not working with you anymore.”

You whip your head around, mouth wide open in offense and Jin bursts out laughing.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

You playfully frown, “Are you though?”

“Mhm, maybe like 2%.” He grins and before you can respond, you reach your work station.

You set down your papers and slip into your seat, facing him.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck.” You softly smile, “Don’t give them too much of a headache.”

He grins, “Please, we both know I can do worse than that.”

“I can attest to that.”

Yoongi’s voice resonates from the other side and Jin chuckles.

His eyes soften, leaning against your desk. “To be completely honest, I do miss working here.” His voice drops down into a whisper, “Some people over there don’t even have a sense of humor.”

You hum and Yoongi’s blunt voice echoes again.

“I’m pretty sure that says more about your own humor than theirs.”

You playfully squat at the plastic separating the two of you and Yoongi lets out a sound of annoyance, something that Jin just smiles at.

“Well, I should get going.” You nod and he leans forward, attempting to catch a glance of the russet brown-haired man. “I’ll miss you, Yoongi!”

He grumbles, “Go away.”

Jin plants a hand against his heart and gazes at you, “Awh, he loves me so much.”

You share a laugh at that, but it’s not before you’re ushering him to get back to his own workstation to prevent himself getting into any trouble.

As he leaves, you settle in and attempt to focus back on your work.

***

Your eyes sweep over the bright screen as your hands furiously type. There’s multiple spreadsheets sprayed all over it, with different statistics being run through by you.

“How’s it looking?” Yoongi calls out.

“Not too bad, it’s better than the last one.” You whisper, focusing on the numbers. “I’ve seen worse.”

“That’s a relief,” He stands up, a cup of coffee and a small file in his hands. “Hopefully, that’s exactly what I hear in my meeting.”

You smile at him. “Have fun.”

Yoongi gives you an expression along the lines of ‘you really think it’s going to be fun?’ before leaving his cubicle. You slump back into your chair with a sigh and take a glance at the clock, having worked for hours and desperately needing a break.

As the possibility of taking a short nap before being noticed persistently lingers in your head, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You pursue your lips, straightening yourself in your seat and grabbing onto the metallic device. There’s a name displayed there that has your eyes widening, the air being taken out of your lungs.

Yuna’s school.

Within seconds, you duck into your cubicle and answer the call. “Hello?”

You’re completely stuck.

There’s frantic text messages being sent out, a rapid chain of phone calls made with only ‘the following number is unavailable at this moment, please try again’ getting repeated over and over again.

A ‘tch’ leaves your lips and you raise your hand, planting it against your heavy temples.

“E-Excuse me?” You shake your head, voice raising. “What do you mean she left school?!”

“Her attendance wasn’t reported this late afternoon, Ms. Y/N.” The voice on the other hand informs. “She was last seen before lunch and our teachers are trying their best to locate–“

Her next words don’t even register in your mind. You can’t even begin to piece why Yuna would suddenly disappear like that and not return, let alone where she could be.

After the 10th text message is sent, you futilely turn off your phone and get up from your seat. Marching straight up to Soyou’s office, you reach out for the knob, faltering in your steps for a moment.

This isn’t going to look good on your record.

But at this point, you can’t even stand to care.

The door opens and Soyou glances up at you in surprise.

You end up leaving work early – jacket wrapped around your shoulders and pace increasing as you head towards the elevators.

As expected, Soyou wasn’t exactly over the moon with you suddenly leaving work. But at most, you were able to guise underneath an emergency with the sole thought that you need to make sure Yuna is okay.

“Where are you?” You’re reduced to muttering that single question constantly, jamming your fingers into the buttons at the elevator. It thankfully opens up within a couple of minutes and you slip inside.

As the floors descend, you run through your options. You and Yuna haven’t spoken much as of lately – that was a mere honest fact. So why did she feel the need to suddenly leave school? Was something going on?

Or worse… did someone force her to leave?

Your jaw clenches as you peer up, tapping your foot anxiously as the floor numbers decide to take a decade. When a familiar ding finally resonates, you rush out without a second thought, nearly bumping shoulders with the crowd waiting at the bottom.

One of which happens to be someone you recognize.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Jin latches onto your arm, halting your steps, “What’s going on? Are you leaving?”

You quickly dismiss him, “I don’t have time to explain–“

He lets go of you, but instead of entering the elevator, he changes course completely.

You furrow your brows when he trails right behind you, opening the door to exit the building.

“What are you doing?” You ask in exasperation.

“Helping.” He simply states, gaze heavy, “What wrong?”

You let out a sigh, hurriedly rambling. “I got a call that Yuna wasn’t at school in the afternoon, they have no idea why or where she went and–“

Jin hums, fishing out for his keys and heading towards the parking lot.

“Come on!” He calls out at your frozen state, “It’ll be faster by car.”

“What?!” You dash after his quick steps, “Jin, you can’t just leave!”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “You really think they’re going to say something when I’m so close to becoming the CEO?” He unlocks his car, gesturing to the passenger side, “Hop in, you know you have more at stake than I do right now.”

You linger for a split moment, torn in between choices. But ultimately, all of that is discarded away when the phone call surfaces in your mind again.

You yank open the car door.

***

The ride to Yuna’s school is filled with fear and unease.

On one hand, countless scenarios tend to play in your mind. All with reasons of what could have possibly transpired down to any locations that she might have mentioned to you. However, you find your racing thoughts are completely useless, nothing screaming out to you as a coherent answer for her disappearance.

You peer over at the man in the driver’s seat. Last time you were in Jin’s car, it was because you had spent the night and needed to get back home. He was casually driving, sending smiles in your directions as you joked around and teased him – but all of that seems to have completely vanished.

Jin’s eyes are dead set on the road, barely a hint of amusement in his expression. Save for the increase in speed and the zooming vehicle, the car is filled with nothing but silence, something that truthfully makes you gnaw down even more on your lower lip.

The moment you reach Yuna’s school, your head is whipping back and forth. There are students leaving the building, backpacks in hands and clumped in groups with big smiles. Your eyes latch onto a teacher standing outside and you usher for Jin to pull over.

“Excuse me!” She turns at the sound of your voice, “I’m Y/N, L/N Yuna’s guardian.”

“She isn’t one of my students, but you can check inside.”

You nod, gesturing back to Jin that you’ll be heading in.

Things don’t end up being much better.

“She’s still not back?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Miss Y/N.” Ms. Lee, her primary teacher, responds. “Typically students are free to leave school grounds during their lunch break and we mark attendance then, but Yuna never came back.”

Your face pales, “Is there anything you can tell me about these last couple of days?”

“There isn’t much…Yuna has always been one of my quieter students.” She presses a finger against her lips, deep in thought, “I have recently noticed her interacting with some of the other students more.”

Your eyes drop in dismay, “I see….��

Her teacher informs you of some more facts – namely what Yuna was like in the morning and how she was behaving. However, the information isn’t enough for you to connect any dots and with that, you request for her to keep you updated on the situation.

Leaving the school, you feel even more stuck. There’s nothing for you to base any judgment on, and at this rate, it only seems to be growing sparser.

You head back to Jin’s car. “Find anything?”

You silently shake your head as you slip into the passenger seat, “We can drive around, see if she might be nearby.”

A small hum leaves you at his suggestion and he shifts back into drive, exiting the school grounds.

You can only wistfully wonder in dismay.

It must be two – three hours? Of Jin driving around in complete circles as you get out and inquire with others about Yuna. With little to none information. There’s a large portion of people that haven’t seen her at all with only one convenience store spotting someone that looked remotely similar, though you doubt they got a good enough look at her based on the description.

With each location you inspect, your heart seems to tighten more and more in your chest. It comes to a point where you begin to grow dejected, all your efforts being rendered completely useless.

Which is why when Jin parks the car off to the side of the road in loss, you can only look up in desperation as he turns to you.

“Y/N?” He quietly asks. The distress is far too evident in your features, eyes down-casted and mouth twisted.

“This is all my fault.” You sputter out, “I-I was so busy at work that I didn’t spend enough time with her, otherwise I would have been able to find her–“

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.” He presses, “You couldn’t have predicted something like this, and you already do so much for her.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Jin, i-if something happens to her, I-I just….”

Your eyes sting, but you keep blinking, vainly trying to erase any traces of water. Jin’s gaze doesn’t leave you and after a drop of hesitation, he reaches out.

His hand lies right on top of yours, “It’ll be okay, Y/N.”

You glance up at him with glossed over lids and he reassuringly smiles, squeezing your hand. It’s something that truthfully does alleviate a bit of the churning feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Before you have the chance to respond, your phone buzzes loudly and you immediately recognize the school’s number.

“H-Hello?” You sniffle, attempting to keep your voice from shaking.

As time passes the furrow in your brow only seems to deepen and eventually the phone call cuts off, resulting in Jin staring at you in confusion.

“What happened?”

You’re still staring at your phone, “T-They found Yuna….”

Jin brightly smiles, “That’s great!”

“I-It is…” You whisper, glancing at him. “But there seems to be a big problem.”

The fourteen-year-old sits before you on a bench, her gaze latched onto the ground. Your arms are crossed, a thin line appearing in between your brows.

Enragedisn’t enough to explain what you are feeling at the moment. You are absolutely fuming, holding back the urge to completely blow up in a fit of scolding.

But you repress it all to ask one simple question.

“Why are you selling things at school?”

The inquiry seems to catch her attention. Her hands fidget in her lap and she glances up at you, barely making eye contact.

The words are quietly whispered.

“I-I just... wanted to….”

You suck in a sharp inhale, spinning around on your heels. Yuna doesn’t move to explain more, simply staring at your pacing backside until you stand directly in front of her.

Your patience snaps, “Yuna, you’ve been missing for an entire three hours. I get a phone call saying that you never returned back to school and then I find this?!”

You take out her school bag and reveal the contents inside. They’re small knick knacks that you don’t recognize, from school supplies to clothes to even some strange powder, truthfully the one that makes you the most concerned.

“You’re selling these things to students. Why?”

Your voice is far from gentle, demanding answers instead. However, Yuna doesn’t speak up at all, instead she looks away from you.

You sternly step forward, “Yuna–“

“I-I’m sorry.”

Your brows immediately furrow at the crack in her voice, “I-I just wanted to help out somehow…” Thick tears begin to stream down her eyes, “The b-bills, the rent…I-I just didn’t want to be a burden anymore….”

Everything freezes. As quickly as it escalated, your anger fizzles out and you simply stare at your younger sister.

“You–“ You softly exhale, “You think you’re a burden?”

Yuna doesn’t respond, harsh sobs taking over her instead. You rush over to the bench in an instant, her form violently shaking.

“Yuna…” You quietly call out. She slowly turns to you and without hesitation, you pull her closer and wrap your arms around her trembling form.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You tenderly rub her back as she cries into your dress shirt, “You did what you thought was best at the time.”

She hums and you reach out to wipe the excess water from her eyes. “But a burden, Yuna? You know that’s not true.”

“I just feel so useless,” She chokes out, “Even when our rent increased, y-you were the one who was working harder to pay it off.” A sniffle leaves her and she wipes her eyes, desperate to continue, “I could do nothing, not even repay you.”

“Repay me?” You softly chuckle and separate from her, holding onto her shoulders, “Yuna, you don’t need to repay me at all. I do all of this because you’re my sister and I love you.”

Yuna slowly nods, but you can tell her expression was far from relieved.

The corner of your mouth curls, “Alright, if you want to repay me so badly, you know what you can do about it?”

She looks up at you with hope-filled eyes, “Keep attending school… and find something to pursue. Something that piques your interest. Maybe join some clubs, hang out often with your friends, and–” You softly exhale, a warm smile gracing your lips, “and just be happy. Live the life you would have had before mom and dad died.”

Yuna simply stares at you, words not leaving her. “If you can do that for me Yuna, then all my efforts will definitely be repaid.”

She quietly hums, tears still slipping down her cheeks. You open up your arms and she immediately sinks into them, hugging you tightly.

Although you’re smiling, there’s a shine to your eyes that wasn’t there before.

***

Yuna revealing her feelings to you was unexpected, but in a way you can’t help but think it’s a tad ironic.

She felt like a burden, and that the need to repay you for your efforts was important. However, you can’t help but feel that you’ve personally failed somehow, that keeping Yuna shielded away constantly so that she can grow up without worries led to the complete opposite effect and made her feel inadequate more than ever.

At the time of your parents death, you harboured all the responsibilities like it was nothing and unknowingly left Yuna in the dark about matters, but now, now you are finally aware.

And most important of all, open to making changes.

“We should have more family dinners together.” You solemnly say, “I can adjust my hours so I come home earlier….”

Yuna glances over at you, walking away from the school by your side. “That sounds nice…”

Your eyes brighten, “I should try learning how to cook as well, that way we can even make recipes together!”

You watch as Yuna visibly cringes, a shudder running down her spine.

A lop-sided smile takes over you. “Or not…I guess it’s important to take baby steps though, right?”

Yuna furiously shakes her head at that and you laugh, tenderly ruffling up her hair. You look over and notice Jin’s car still stationed in the parking lot, alongside him leaning against it with his arms crossed.

At the sight of you and Yuna returning together, his eyes immediately light up.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” You give him a half-smile, “Sorry for troubling you.”

He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” You sheepishly say, “I’m pretty sure there’s a huge chance you’re going to get into trouble.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He honestly whispers with crinkled eyes and you smile, “–But this was important and getting into trouble isn’t going to change that.”

A light laugh leaves you, “Thank you, Jin.”

He beams and gestures to Yuna, who’s currently clinging to your side and watching the two of you interact with wide eyes. “Where to now?”

You peer at Yuna with a soft smile, “If it’s alright with you, do you mind taking us home?”

He widely grins, “Of course.”

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butchdykenormallen · 5 months

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ive had cyberpunk thoughts all week. nd since i cant play (it messed my tv screen up. cries.) i decided to try and. character train with little ficlet thoughts. and ive been lamenting for a bit but i have a thing.

...The room echoed with his footsteps. He walked around, looking for someone. His eyes couldn't see but a foot in front of him. "Hey.. hey, where am I? This isn't funny. If you're playing some joke on me, its not fucking fu-" He was cut off as he called out into the echo. He had bumped into something. As he stumbled back a bit, he tried to grab onto it. Hands pulled him closer. Two of them in a hug of sorts.

...It was Jackie. But- wait, no. No, Jackie's dead now. Jackie's gone. His body's gone. He shouldn't be here. But V couldn't care about how this was happening, or why, when, what, who. He was absolutely stunned to feel something familiar again. Everything felt like a blur of grey and red since he learned about the chip. When he learned that if he doesnt act fast, and with urgency, he'll cease to be himself. He'll be piloted by a dead man with a second chance.

He needed this. No words are spoken, but he can't seem to let go. He can't get over it. It hurts his heart everytime he thought about it. How he fought with him, how he got snappy and irritated just before his death, how he couldn't get him the help he needed in time. How, if he had been faster, if everything had been more tactical, Jackie might still be here. T-Bug might still be in her apartment. This chip may've never embedded into him. They'd all be rich and happy together.

But as soon as he felt happy, he was jolted awake by someone. "Get up. I'm not waiting for you." ...Johnny. He rolled over with a groan to see him standing beside the bed, cigarette in hand. V felt like his lungs were filling with smoke, coughing. He hated that. "Move on. He's dead. Bein a fuckin crybaby isn't gonna make him magically come back." Johnny spoke with anger and bluntness. He was such an asshole. "Ugh. You ever have a friend die in front of you? It's... It's fuckin depressing, Johnny." V's voice was quiet and tired. "I don't do friends. Get in the way. Now get up, and get dressed. We have shit to do."

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chapter ten

mikasa was doing better. she latched on to her plan like a lifeboat. as long as i couldn’t answer her question, she had hope to cling on to. i tried to convince her to just talk to eren but everytime she said she would after she knew he wasn’t dating anyone. i thought how stupid of a plan it was, but i was glad it was pulling mikasa through. I didn’t want to see her like that again.

but everytime my phone was in my hand to text or call him i froze up. i hadn’t spoken to armin in two days. all of my feelings for him had come crashing around me like a whirlwind. i didn’t know how to react to any of this. my mind kept wandering to how bad this could be. if he didn’t mean it and i had to keep working with him, i didn’t know what i would do.

i knew i would have to see him today. knew that the weekend was over and i would have to face him. part of me was giddy with excitement to hear him speak, see his smile, but i couldn’t shake the feeling that friday night was a fluke. he couldn’t have felt the same way i do, but unlike mikasa i was going to try to talk to him. i wanted to hear him out even if it broke me.

i kept this argument going with myself until i got to class. i looked around the room trying to spot armin but he wasn’t there yet. i walked over to my seat, putting my stuff down. i kept my eyes pealed on the door waiting for armin to walk in.

when he finally got to class almost everyone was here. he didn’t look neat and put together like he usually does. he looked worn out and tired; it almost looked like he just rolled out of bed.

when he sat down i tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn’t look at me. i stared at him for a good minute before i realized he wouldn’t look my way. my heart sunk. he had to be embarrassed, i mean we were both drunk, and i was practically all over him. i looked away, my cheeks burning red.

i sat through class not being able to think about anything other than blonde hair and blue eyes. my mind couldn’t stop replaying every moment between us from the last few weeks. when class was over, armin quickly got up to leave, but i stopped him.

“armin?” i almost whispered, holding onto his wrist. he didn’t turn towards me.

“we have to talk,” i said desperately, stumbling over my words.

i saw armin’s entire body tense up. i waited for him to say anything. when he turned around he had a stricken look on his face. my heart fell.

armin looked at me for a long moment before sighing.

“come with me, we can’t talk here.”

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i followed him in silence, him walking slightly ahead holding my hand. i could see that the tips of his ears had turned a bright pink. the entire walk i had to remind myself how to breathe. the anticipation killing me.

i followed armin to the campus park and sat down next to him on the grass. he sat with his legs crossed out in front of him and his hands in his lap. i looked over at him awaiting his response.

“i guess what i’m trying to say is sorry for the other night,” armin practically mumbled.

i could tell he was embarrassed and it made my heart jump.

“you shouldn’t say you're sorry, we were both drunk, and i ran out,” i paused, “it didn’t have to mean anything or be a big deal,” i looked up at his face aching to kiss him.

armin’s face went slack. “yeah, sure.”

my ears rang.

“oh.”

armin turned to face me, puzzled.

i needed to be brave. i couldn’t let us go through an awful miscommunication again. the last one caused us to be enemies when we thought of each other as friends. but i didn’t want to be friends with him. i looked down at my hands and then up at armin.

“i would have kissed you,” i blurted out, quickly looking away out of embarrassment for my bluntness.

a small smile started forming on the corners of armin’s mouth. he looked over at me grabbing my face turning me to face him. armin’s face was bright with amusement. we were so close our noses were almost touching. this time i didn’t wait for my lips to meet his. armin let out a soft sigh, his grip on my head shifting to hold me tighter. he ran his fingers down my arm hesitantly as if making sure i was real. our lips met again and again pulling at each other without taking a breath. i smiled through the kiss, causing my teeth to hit his and i let out a laugh before breaking the kiss to look at him.

armin’s eyes were hazy and wide, a deep blush spread across his face. we were both breathing shallow breaths looking at each other in awe. eventually we looked away and just laughed next to each other. my entire body was vibrating. i looked over at armin again, but this time i saw the dark circles under his eyes. i wondered if it was because of me and felt my heart sink.

“don’t take this the wrong way but why do you look so disheveled?” i questioned.

armin’s eyes widened and he blushed from the top of his head.

“no, not from the um,” i cleared my throat, “what just happened.”

“i meant from this morning, it wasn’t because of what happened on friday was it?”

“i mean partly but mainly it was because of eren,” armin shook his head.

“eren?”

“yeah, he wanted to smoke and play video games all weekend, said he needed an escape,” armin shrugged.

i froze, that couldn’t be good it had to be about mikasa.

“did, he say why?” i didn’t want to push but i needed as much information i could get.

“eren doesn’t really talk about his feelings with me, but i know it has something to do with him messing up with some girl,” armin looked at me and then looked away.

“you aren’t just getting close to me to get to eren are you,” armin seemed to completely change his demeanor, shrinking down into himself.

“oh god no,” i scrunched my face up in disgust. “what would make you think that?”

“i just thought you liked him, you know the phone call in my room, i wasn’t meaning to eavesdrop but i heard you say he was there so i thought…” armin trailed off in embarrassed at his unwarranted jealousy.

“no, trust me you have it all wrong, mikasa is the one with the crush on him,” i blurted out before slapping my hands over my mouth, realizing my mistake for the second time.

“i can’t keep my mouth shut,” i exclaimed, “please don’t tell him.”

but armin was looking at me with a grin.

“what?” i questioned, wondering if i had something on my face.

“i may have known more than i let on about eren, eren likes mikasa.” armin looked at me with pure excitement and i knew we had to fix this. so much for mikasa’s plan.

“i have to go talk to mikasa, but when can i see you again.”

armin pulled me in for another kiss. it was softer than our previous. he stayed close to my mouth both of our lips parted, breathing in the same air. he placed a light kiss on the tip of my nose before pulling away.

“i’ll go talk to eren, but would you go on a date with me tonight?” armin looked flustered. we were still so close and his smell had been burned into my nose. he had a soft smile on his face staring at me as if to remember every detail.

a wide grin spread on my face, “absolutely.”

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