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sugrhigh · 3 months

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BOY NEXT DOOR 2 - ( c.s )

part one

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, kissing, that’s it i think

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: PART TWOOOOO!!!! i hope u guys like this series i’m having a lot of fun with it (and s/o to my girl @cutenote for letting me use her name). self-indulged this chapter and made the reader a flyers fan so SRY but anyways, enjoy! next thing im putting out is a matt request and then i’ll be working on this series and the tattooartist!reader x matt series. if you have other reqs, questions, confessions, etc, my inbox is open 🫶🏻

@cutenote @mattsmunch @mattybsbitch @breeloveschris @st7rnioioss

your stomach flips as you stare in the mirror, twisting and turning every which way to make sure you look alright. you’re in one of chris’s jerseys, repping the crimson and gold colors of boston university, complete with the little ‘C’ emblem for captain.

he left it in your mailbox earlier on his way to the arena, demanding that you wear it instead of the BU sweatshirt you had planned on going in. so you listened to him, even though you’re not really sure why.

your hair and makeup are all done, contrary to the last time chris saw you, when you were in his house threatening to call the cops. it feels performative, getting all dressed up for something you don’t even want to go to.

but what the hell, you hadn’t seen the team play at all this year, and if you look your best you’ll feel your best. at least, that’s what you convinced yourself would happen.

“are you done up there? we need to leave, games gonna start soon!” one of your roommates calls from the living room.

you sigh and turn away from your own reflection so you can head for the stairs. cassidy and ramona are both waiting for you on the couch as you round the corner, also decked out in BU merch.

you’re just lucky you had been able to convince them both to come with you, so you don’t have to stand by yourself.

“took you long enough.” cassidy mumbles under her breath as she stretches her legs and stands up.

mona mimicks her movements, but not without shooting her a glare. “be nice, she’s obviously nervous.”

“no i’m not!” you protest, and now they both give you an eye roll as they pass you to get their coats from the closet.

“your voice just went up ten octaves.” cass snarks.

you are anxious, but it’s just because of the unknown. you still haven’t figured out what chris is angling at, besides maybe sleeping with you, which isn’t gonna happen. well, probably not at least.

no, not ever. oh my god.

“i’m not nervous. i just wish i could back out.” you double down, turning to see them both pulling on their big winter jackets.

“you used to love hockey, you just don’t like chris. one game won’t kill you.” ramona replies.

“and you also didn’t have to agree.”

this accusation makes your face flush, in embarrassment and in denial. “he wouldn’t have stopped that party if i didn’t. and you know i could never actually call the cops.”

ramona stays silent as cass laces up her shoes. “whatever you say babe. you look cute in his jersey either way.”

“cassidy!” you whine in exasperation.

“i’m honestly not sorry.”

the entire walk to the get to the game is spent harassing you, which is a solid twenty minutes because you live off campus. ramona does try to keep it to a minimum, though you can’t really blame them for the questions. you have them too.

it’s always been weird with you and chris. you hate his attitude, how people fall to his feet like he’s some sort of god. you can’t stand the way he talks to you like he can read your mind, or how you always catch him staring at your lips just so he can pretend like he wasn’t.

he does it to every girl, and you don’t know why he’s taking all of these extra steps to try and get you into bed.

maybe because you see through it, and you don’t want any part of him. he said it himself, he doesn’t want a relationship, and you’re not looking to get an STD, so you don’t know why he’s bothering.

you finally arrive at the facility, and your stomach flips. tons of people are out tonight, of course. the sun is long gone with it being winter and all, so the lights are extra overwhelming as you step inside.

you head through security and scan your passes, ones that are specifically right beside the student section in the very front. chris gifted them to you for free since you didn’t get season tickets, right by the glass so he knows where you are.

even when you were a pain in the ass and insisted you needed two more for your roommates, he made it work. it was a little impressive.

you find your seats, and the boys are already on the ice warming up. you spot chris from the jersey number, 3, and you can see his long hair poking out from underneath his helmet.

he’s focused on taking a practice shot, but as he skates by the glass afterwards you see him looking, like he isn’t sure if you showed up. but then he finds you, and you can actually see his stupid smile.

he waves, just a tiny one, before he goes right back to drills. you’re thankful he didn’t make it dramatic, because you know there’s plenty of girls in the stands who want him, and have probably already been with him.

you each take your coats off and hang them on your chairs. you know the fact that you having his last name plastered across your back doesn’t help the attention, but people can think what they want.

you don’t give a fuck. cassidy was right, it’s cuter on you anyways.

they head into the locker room quickly after your arrival, and even more people fill in to watch the show. the student section is loud as the facility finally goes dark, and the team skates back onto the ice moments later.

spotlights flood the stadium, highlighting different players as both teams line up along the neutral zone. you cheer extra loud when they announce the starting lineup and call chris’s name, even despite your vendetta against him.

no use being a shitty fan if you’re already here.

they get ready for the face off after the national anthem, and BU gets the puck. it’s back and forth for a while, and you find yourself groaning and cheering with the rest of the crowd during every play.

the first goal of the game is scored within fifteen minutes, by one of his other roommates ben, of all people. you and your friends are jumping around like maniacs, and you can see him laughing at you guys after they’re all done celebrating on the ice.

it makes you wonder if chris told them you’d be here, but you force yourself to eat the popcorn cass bought and stop thinking about it.

the second period begins and BU keeps possession for most of it, pretty much dominating their opponent. in the final thirty seconds, chris drives down the rink to score another goal.

you throw your hands up without thinking, and you let the excitement take over. “fuck yeah!”

cassidy and ramona are screaming too, shaking you by the shoulders wildly.

he comes skating over, pointing right at you as he does a lap near the student section. heads turn, and you can literally feel people staring at you now, even despite the noise and the chaos.

but you’re alive, and you can’t get enough of this environment, so you keep cheering for him regardless of the burning feeling of eyes on you.

“that was cute.” ramona nudges you with a genuine smile, and you’re fighting your own grin as you shake your head.

“whatever.”

the rest of the game is swift. your goalie makes a couple great saves, and a guy named dylan, who you’ve met before at parties, scores the final point of the night.

it just twists the knife further, because it’s a total shutout. the fans go wild as the final buzzer sounds, and you’re right there with them. you relish in the lights, the feeling.

you really did miss watching hockey in person. and you can’t even say you necessarily hate watching chris anymore. there’s just something about the way he skates, so locked in on the game.

he’s a threat, to be completely honest, and you kind of love it.

“that was fucking crazy.” cassidy is beaming happily as you guys gather your things ten minutes post-game, and ramona nods along.

“we’re gonna have to do this more often.” she glances at you with hope.

“hey, don’t look at me. i’m in it for the free tickets, and i’m not sure how long that’ll last.” you’re lying through your teeth, because you enjoyed it just as much.

but again. who knows what he’s really trying to do here.

“you could give him the benefit of the doubt.” mona suggests dryly.

“does he really deserve it? he’s going to think he’s the shit either way.” you point out, and she goes quiet.

“maybe that’s true, but i’ve never heard of him doing whatever that celebration was with other girls.” cassidy takes over, and she’s honestly check-mated you.

it is strange, because when you watched games last season, before you had chris as your neighbor, before you even really knew of him, you hadn’t ever seen that. and from current knowledge, you’re pretty sure he had a short term girlfriend during one of those months.

“touché, i guess.” you grumble, and as if right on que your phone vibrates in your pocket.

chris

wait for me, 15 mins max

ramona and cassidy take the bus home, leaving you on your lonesome as the crowd clears out slowly but surely.

you can hear girls whispering about you as they walk by, but it’s not even worth it. you’re not scared of what they have to say. maybe when you were younger, you would have reacted, but it’s just displaced jealousy anyways.

they don’t even know the truth.

finally, after what feels like a painful amount of time, you get a text from chris with directions toward the locker rooms.

it’s far more quiet now as you make your way to the ground level of the arena, headed to the section of the rink you know is closed off to pretty much everyone else. there’s a guy standing there, dressed in his black shirt with the facility logo on it.

he goes to stop you, but chris comes strutting through the hall, out of uniform now. his brown hair is all messy, and he’s dressed down in a matching black sweat set.

“she’s cool, i have a pass for her.”

he walks right up to you, looping a red lanyard over your head. his fingertips brush the skin of your neck as he collects your hair with his hands, flipping it out from underneath the string for you.

it’s a small thing. his touch is barely there, and yet it still burns.

the security guy smiles at you as you follow chris down the hall. you’ve never been back here before, and you have to admit it’s kind of cool.

you can see where the arena workers go on and off the ice, and the large garage type doors that let the zambonis in and out.

“so.” he breaks the silence, and you almost jump at the sound of his voice.

you were in your own world, and you kind of forgot what was actually going on here.

“so.” you parrot, waiting for him to continue as he leads you around a corner.

“looked like you actually had fun for once.” chris jokes, and you shove his shoulder half-heartedly.

“shut up, i’ve always liked hockey. you though? i’m not so sure.” you give him a look and he opens his mouth like he’s shocked.

“come on, i pointed you out after my goal and everything. you’re telling me you didn’t like it even a little?”

you liked it more than you care to admit, so you don’t. “it’s gonna take more than that to impress me, christopher, but i will say it was a good game.”

“you might just be our lucky charm.” chris glances at you out of the corner of the corner of his eye as he slows to a stop in front of the locker room.

you cross your arms over your chest. “now you're just patronizing me.”

“always assuming the worst.”

“well, you make it easy.” you tease.

he pauses to look down at your defensive stance, at his jersey all scrunched up around your body, and you can tell by his smirk that he’s loving it a little too much.

you clear your throat to try and alleviate some of the tension and chris snaps out of it, turning to head through the little entryway.

“i’m gonna grab my bag, don’t go anywhere.”

“you’re my ride, dumbass.” you remind him, and you hear his chuckle reverberate against the walls as he disappears.

a few players head out as you wait, ones you don’t recognize, and they nod at you politely as they chat amongst themselves. it actually takes you by surprise, but you try not to show it.

chris comes back into the hall a minute later, bag slung around his shoulder. he’s got a black bruins beanie on now, and you raise an eyebrow instinctively.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, waving his hand so you follow him further down the wide corridor.

“your hat.” you point, and he looks offended.

“what’s your problem with it?”

“not everyone who goes to school here is actually from boston, genius. i’m a flyers fan.” you smile at him sweetly, and he literally groans.

“how did i not know this?” he asks as you guys reach the door that leads to the team parking lot.

“because you don’t know me.” you reply swiftly.

chris pushes the door open and holds it for you, another move you don’t expect. “i know more than you think.”

you shiver slightly as you step past him into the cold, wrapping your coat around yourself a bit tighter.

“if it helps you sleep at night.” you chirp over your shoulder.

you know his car, a black jeep grand cherokee that you’ve always been a little jealous of, and it’s sitting in the middle of the lot. not many others are still here, and you can hear both of your feet kicking up gravel as you walk.

chris picks up his pace so he can beat you there, swinging the passenger door open before you can do it yourself.

“wow, chivalry’s not dead.” you say blankly, sliding into the seat so he can close you in.

“what can i say, i’m a real gentleman.”

the interior smells like a pine air freshener, which actually isn’t a bad touch. chris walks around so he can toss his bag in the back and get behind the wheel, starting the engine and peeling out of the spot.

it’s quiet for a moment, aside from the music, and you can’t help but peek over at him sitting across from you. the shadows accentuate his striking features as he mumbles lyrics under his breath, nodding his head along ever so slightly.

he looks pretty, and you don’t like it one bit.

“i can feel you staring at me, you know.” chris turns to glance at you for a brief moment before he puts his eyes back on the road.

it makes your palms sweat, because he caught you in the act and now there’s no shying away.

deny, deny, deny.

“just wondering why your face looks like that.”

“what, devilishly handsome?” he smirks.

“i was thinking gremlin-esque, but sure.” you deadpan, and he just shakes his head and laughs lowly.

“so scared of your own feelings. it’s cute.”

it’s a major call-out, and it normally doesn’t phase you. but tonight it’s different. he’s being so fucking strange, and it’s clearly been messing with your head.

“i’m not scared of shit, because the only thing i feel is sorry for all the girls who have actually fallen for this.” you retort, and the frustration is clear in your voice.

“other girls don’t get the princess treatment like you do.” his self-satisfied demeanor doesn’t falter for a second, even despite your low blow.

“yeah, right. i’m sure i’m really special.”

chris grips the wheel tighter as he turns onto your street, and you have to rip your eyes away from his long fingers.

“well you’re the only one who’s ever worn my jersey, so that’s something.” he admits, scratching his neck absentmindedly.

you’re not sure whether you believe it, but this time he actually does sound genuinely nervous. well, nervous for chris.

“and i wear it best too.” you brush some imaginary dust off of your shoulder as he pulls up into his driveway and puts the car in park.

“won’t argue on that one.” he shrugs, shooting you an easy grin.

“that’s surprising.”

you step back out into the crisp night air, slamming the door shut behind you. you meet chris at the front of the car and try to move around him, headed for your own place.

he takes a step to block you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “where are you going?”

you put some distance between your bodies, because he’s once again too close for comfort, and it’s hard to focus on your words when he’s inches from your face.

“home, obviously.”

“why? i thought we were going to hang out.” he frowns.

“nothing good ever happens in your house past nine p.m.”

this makes him smirk. “very good things happen in that house past nine p.m.”

“your charm is irresistible, truly.” you bite back sarcastically, maneuvering around him as you try to ignore the fire burning in your stomach.

you’ve only taken two steps before chris grabs your arm, pulling you back into his chest quickly. his other hand goes to hold the side of your face, tangling in your hair as he leans in close.

his lips ghost over yours, just barely. you can smell the cologne he must have put on after the game, can feel his slight stubble scratching your face, and it’s all too much.

you haven’t been kissed in so long, and right now it doesn’t matter that it’s chris, and that it goes against everything you stand for. your eyes flutter closed and you fill the gap, pressing your mouth against his hard.

it shocks him, so much so that he almost forgets how to do this properly. chris can taste your berry chapstick, and your lips are so much fucking softer than he even imagined.

his tongue slides against yours skillfully, deepening the kiss as he presses his body flush against yours. you can feel his thumb brushing your cheek as your mouths clash together continuously. its passionate and angry and intense, and you can’t believe it’s happening.

why is this happening?

the thought snaps you out of it, and you put your hand on his chest to force him away roughly. chris is surprised, and you’re both slack-jawed and breathing heavily as your body tries to catch up with your brain.

“i…i’m gonna go.” you mumble quietly, because you have no idea what else to say.

“or you could stay.”

“i don’t want to.”

“you’re a terrible liar.” he counters, and you can see how raw and red his lips are even in the moonlight.

you shake your head and turn toward your own front porch. it’s too hard to continue meeting his fiery gaze, because he’s looking at you like he actually needs you.

“goodnight, chris.”

“this isn’t over, you know. one day you’ll finally admit it.” he calls after you, and you don’t gratify him with a response.

there’s nothing that’ll change his mind, especially after you had actually caved in during that moment of weakness. it was so unwarranted, and you’re angry that kissing him didn’t feel as wrong as it should have.

you take the steps two at a time and hurry through the door, closing it behind you and pressing your back to the wood.

your fingers dance across your lips, and you swear you can still feel his mouth on yours.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #hockey au #neighbor au #chris sturniolo smut #fanfic #new series #enemies to lovers

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tojisun · 5 months

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a cute idea just popped in my head!! imagine other bikers give simon an upside down peace sign (meaning ride safe/keep both wheelson the fround hehe) when his s/o with him. and she just waves her hand to others <3 they're the cutest couple 🥹

i definitely need a biker boyfriend in my life, yeah... that was all and now im going!! have a great day/night bestie <33 ☀️🌙

IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING TO THIS RN BUT AHHHH OH MY GOD THAT IS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CHOKE!! thank u sm for sharing this omg ^3^

this ones short n told from outsider’s pov teehee <33

biker!simon mlist / star divider by @/plutism

ajax’s head turns when he hears the short honk from logan, the other whirling past the speeding sedan to trail beside ajax’s bike. he watches as logan brings his hand up, two fingers jutted out, and makes a pointing motion somewhere in front.

ajax follows logan’s signal, sitting up on his bike to see past the hoods of the cars, before catching sight of the infamous ‘ghost rider’ – a funny name given that the bike doesn’t remotely look like the harley that was used in the film, but one that stuck anyways. it was dubbed by a fan after seeing ghost in his first ever rally and ghost, with his sleek black skull mask and extra flare, took upon the name with pride.

but that’s not what logan was pointing at, ajax’s sure, because perched behind ghost’s bulk is a smaller figure, one whom ajax remembers hearing about – ghost’s darling girl. the man’s other half even when they’re polars of each other; sun and moon, or however else the two are described.

ajax isn’t really sure who started the rumour that the two are opposites because last time they all met, simon and his girl were equally… grossly in love.

finishing each other’s sentences, actions matching up even when they’re not looking at each other, defending each other’s honours type of grossly in love.

simon pulling his girl’s chair towards him because – and ajax thanks the otherman’s tact – it would have been too much if he just plucked her from her seat and plopped her on his lap type of grossly in love.

but ajax understands why – you’re simply such a beautiful person.

ajax’s not a shy guy – he’s sure shyness naturally gets replaced the moment one begins trusting themselves with their lives as they take on a bike – but there he had been, stuttering when talking to you. you had asked him how he knew of ghost and ajax swears it was like he almost forgot anything about himself. even how to ride a bike.

but you were so genuine with your interest in getting to know him that he felt so relaxed being around you; stutters getting replaced by the sureness in his voice, previous embarrassment getting trampled and replaced with comfort. ajax left that night feeling like he’s just been adopted as your older brother, lack of blood relations be damned.

logan’s light honking snaps ajax from his thoughts again and he turns to his friend, sending him a nod, before the two are revving their bikes to catch up to ghost rider.

when the two are close, logan splits from ajax until they’re flanking ghost on either side. it’s ajax who presses his horn button to catch ghost’s attention.

it’s laughably endearing how both you and ghost whirl your heads to turn to ajax, and while ajax can’t see ghost’s expression he’s blessed to see the way your glare melts away the moment you make eye contact with him.

one of your arm untangles from ghost’s waist to offer ajax an excitable wave. ajax raises his hand and points two fingers to the ground – ride safe! – hoping that you understand what it means, let alone know that it means anything.

ajax’s eyes flit towards ghost’s head and even though the other man is all visored up, ajax sees him nod back before returning the gesture.

logan honks on the other side of the pair and ajax watches as the interaction was mimicked. you give logan a happy wave as well and logan, the bastard, replies with a flying kiss.

ajax laughs when ghost flips logan off.

OH HOW ADORABLE THIS CONCEPT IS IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND KICKING MY FEET!! hope u liked this <33

adding more characters in this fun lore teehee >:)

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #anon #ask #suns

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indouloureux · 2 years

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eddie finding his hellfire shirt and finding reader wearing it with a tight lil black skirt with stocking and cute shoes? and maybe hes just there flustered or just jerks off LMFAO

thank u for requesting <3

cw: a bit of a perv!eddie, masturbation (m)

"hey sweetheart. have you see my—"

eddie stops dead on his tracks when he sees you standing in front of his mirror with the familiar black raglan shirt. tucked beneath was the black skirt he said you should buy, and knee high socks that made his knees weak.

you tug on the ends of your skirt, throwing your hair behind you and spinning around.

lo and behold— his hellfire shirt.

"have i seen what?" you ask, fiddling with the rings on your fingers. eddie swallows, the sight of the red devil plastered on your—his—shirt matches his blood that rushes down to his cock. it hardens immediately.

"s-star wars," he blurts out, tugging on his jeans. "have you seen star wars?"

his voice crack is beyond embarrassing.

you furrow your eyebrows. "yeah baby. we watched it last night,"

"i meant the tape."

"oh," you blink, eyebrows raising. "they're beneath the tv. it's inside the case but you should check it just to make sure." you take a quick glance at your watch. "s-shit. i'm late, eddie. i'm so sorry i have to go—"

eddie pouts. "it's alright, princess. i'll be here when you get home anyway. drive safe!"

although saddened by your abrupt exit, he discards his pants and underwear as soon as the door slams shut. he locks the one on his room, jumps on his bed, and pressed the flat of his tongue on his palm before he wraps his hand around his cock.

he's fast and unforgiving with his greedy strokes. his balls are heavy, his ass clenching at the thought of you. the void in his mind forms the mist into this image of you — black skirt flipped up to your ass, panties pushed aside as he drives his cock deep into you.

his hellfire shirt tucked above your tits that he cups and pulls its nipples. he thinks of it and doesn't realize he's tugging on his own — flicking his wrist and cheekily running his thumb across the aching slit on his leaking head.

he thinks of your moans. the high-pitched, sometimes bratty but always euphonious to his ears. the way your face would scrunch in bliss when he hits that spot. your whines and begs and the painful pleasure of your nails that scratch him.

"oh, eddie. i love your cock. your big fat fucking cock, eddie,"

"jesus christ," eddie groans, digging his head on his pillow, hips fucking up to his fist as he thinks of you bouncing on the thick length of his cock. or how he'd bend you over the desk, fuck your tight ass and finger your greedy cunt all the while. "that's it baby. god, fuuuuck sweetheart,"

hungry for more, he removes the hand on his chest to fondle with his heavy sack. hand moving faster that slick, squelching sounds that mimic yours are heard. heat rises to his chest, painting his opal skin pink; almost red with his blood that flushes at every quick stroke.

he groans, almost a moan that's borderline pornographic at this point. he squeezes on his balls, adds pressure to his shaft that more of his slick pre cum leaks on his weeping tip, and doesn't stop until the white ropes of his cum land on his happy trail and onto the bush above his cock.

eddie's chest rises rapidly, tired from the exertion. and he makes a mental note to fuck your brains out later once you go home.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson

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onceonafullmoon · 7 months

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Happy Accidents

Sae x GN! Reader

Part 2 to Misunderstandings

No warnings, after school fluff, takes place before Spain. First date (kinda), Reader is GN but is described as being shorter than Sae and wearing ribbons in their hair. Reader is kinda a anxious mess. NGL this was kinda a pain to get thru, Suki and Naomi are my babies il them T^T

“So, uh… what’s… your favorite color?” You ask, before immediately scrunching up your eyes in disgust of how awkward that was. “...seriously?” His response isn’t exactly uncalled for, but you can’t help but pout anyways.

What does one do when they’ve accidentally scored a date with one of the most infamous boys at school?

Cry? Scream? Die on the spot? Everything listed before, all at once?

Well, first, before all of that, you tell your beloved friends in hope for advice or a comforting shoulder.

And instead you get relentlessly teased (Naomi) and interrogated (Suki).

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid.” Naomi cackles like a witch from your desk chair, wiping tears from her eyes (okay it wasn’t that funny). “Who the fuck says “thanks you too” when someone tells them they’re cute?”

“Nuhh– nice people?” You say trying to defend yourself, although it comes out as more of a question.

This sends Naomi into another laughing fit, making you grab one of your pillows and hurl it at her, scowling when she easily catches it and continues to laugh at you, now grumpy that you missed her and that you’re pillowless.

“Oh, stop it already you clown.” Suki scolds Naomi from where she’s sprawled on your bed, head tilting up to shake her head disapprovingly at the dark haired girl.

“Thank you Suki.” You say, flashing her a grateful smile, only to yelp when she suddenly flips around, looking at you with an intensely excited look in her eyes.

“Was his voice hot?” She eagerly questions, leaning in to hear your answer.

“Suki!” You squawk, feeling your face heat up. “What kinda question–?!”

Naomi snorts. “Oh, but I’m the clown, got it.”

“It’s an important question, thank you very much, we’re talking about our beloved (Name)’s partner here!” She pouts indignantly, ignoring the choked noise of surprise you make at her words.

“Yeah, no, I don’t approve of him either way. That kid has an attitude problem and (Name) deserves better.” Naomi scoffs.

“Oh, who would you approve of then? Fucking Maruki?”

“Yes, I would, and that’s Dr. Maruki to you, you bitch–”

You finally manage to find your voice during their mini squabble and snap in embarrassment.

“I don’t need either of you to approve! That doesn’t matter anyways!” You exclaim. “I am not dating Itoshi Sae!”

Your brother pops his head into your room at this very inopportune time, and looks at you in shock.

“(Name) you’re dating Itoshi Sae?” He asks.

“Yes!” Suki squeals.

“Unfortunately.” Naomi sighs.

“No!” You snap, glaring at your friends before turning to him. “What are you doing here anyways?”

“I was just gonna ask you if I could have the last bag of chips.” He answers.

“Yeah, whatever, go for it.” You sigh.

“Cool, congrats on bagging a future pro athlete, I expect to see some money too.” He responds, leaving just as quickly as he came.

“You wouldn’t see anything even if we were dating!” You call out after him, both annoyed and flustered by his words.

Sighing you turn to your friends, who look at you somewhat expectantly.

“What?”

“I mean, I know I said I didn’t approve… but if he does happen to get rich…” Naomi trails off, as Suki eagerly nods.

“You materialistic jerks, what about his feelings?” You question, only to receive giggles from Suki.

“Interesting that you didn’t bring up your feelings.” She teases, making you startle in embarrassment. “Besides, I have a pretty good feeling, he wouldn’t mind spoiling you.”

Naomi laughs at this. “You’re making him sound like a sugar daddy.”

“Could be.” Suki innocently says, despite the smirk on her face.

“No! No sugar daddies!” You exclaim, face burning. “It’s an equal relationship!”

“Aha, so it is a relationship!” Suki grins victoriously.

“No! You know what I meant you ass!”

“Did we?” Naomi questions with a grin.

You let out a groan. “Don’t team up on me! I need help, not mockery.”

“You got it boss.” Suki salutes mockingly before hopping off your bed to rummage through your closet. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a first date fit that’ll have him drooling over you as soon as he sees you.”

You give her a blank stare, the thought of Sae drooling over anyone sounding so unrealistic you can’t even begin to imagine it.

Naomi must share these sentiments with the way she rolls her eyes at Suki, at least, that's what you think until she opens her mouth.

“If you want him to drool, just make sure (Name) shows up naked.”

This time when you hurl a pillow at her it hits her square in the face.

Suki snickers both at the remark and the price that Naomi paid for it, watching as you proceed to pick up said pillow and proceed to beat Naomi with it in a flustered rage, much to her misfortune as she lets out muffled yelps.

“Unfortunately, public indecency is a crime Naomi, so I think we’ll do it my way.” Suki hums.

“That’s the only reason?!” You ask, alarmed, finally letting up on your attempt to murder your friend with a comforter.

“Of course not!” Suki reassures. “It’s also because I want to dress you up.”

You look down at the fluffy weapon in your hands and briefly consider changing targets before remembering that Suki would actually murder you for messing up her hair.

“...well, not that I don’t appreciate the help Suki, but when I asked for help, I meant how I should act.”

Naomi leans back on the chair, already recovered from the attempt on her life, and looks at you incredulously.

“Just act like you always do, duh.” She states, as if obvious.

“...” You blink, taking in the advice before shaking your head. “That’s not– I mean, I’m just gonna make a fool of myself again.”

Suki pauses in her closet rifling to look back over at you.

“...You know (Name), we’re teasing you a lot, but this situation isn’t as bad as you think it is. It’s normal to embarrass yourself every once in a while.” Suki says soothingly.

“Yeah, you would know.” Naomi snorts, to which Suki shoots her a withering glare, making her backtrack. “I mean– yeah, Suki’s right. Besides, if you were to act differently, what’s the guarantee that you’d be able to keep it up? It’s better to just be yourself.”

“... I guess you guys have a point.” You concede, giving them both a small smile.

“Good, because I’m pretty sure the fact that you’re a walking L is endearing to him.” Naomi adds cheerfully, yelping as you swing your pillow down on her again.

Suki hums turning back to your closet as the sounds of Naomi’s muffled protests sound in the background.

“Oooh, that top is cute.”

—

When you finally show up at his practice it’s halfway through being finished, and you feel a spark of guilt run through you, threading through the waves of anxiety already ebbing and flowing within.

You probably could have made it when practice actually started had Suki not insisted on spontaneously starting the most difficult hairdo known to man.

“No, trust me, this is gonna look so cute, I swear.” She mutters, yanking your hair.

“There’s no point if it’s over by the time you’re finished!” You snap back.

In the end, she somehow did it, and it did look very pretty, especially with your signature ribbon tied around it, but you couldn’t help feeling slightly salty about it, regretting that you missed watching Sae play, even if only for a little bit.

…Not that it mattered anyways since now you were starting to feel the familiar sensation of nervousness well up within you.

“Breath, just breath, it's fine.” You mutter to yourself as you take a seat on the bleachers, trying to be as unintrusive as possible.

Well, you say unintrusive, but what you really mean is unseen, feeling embarrassed about both being seen all dressed up and being seen by Sae in general.

And if you were a luckier person, you would’ve remained unseen for the rest of the practice, only until it was over and you would only have to bite the bullet of being seen by Sae.

But, you weren’t a lucky person, and as you had once thought before, the gods personally had it out for you, so instead, while you’re busy running through breathing exercises and overthinking, you immediately get pointed out by one of the players while they’re getting ready to leave.

Hirose, who sits in a few of your classes, isn’t quite a friend, but is fun to talk to with his friendly and extraverted nature. Unfortunately, due to that very nature, he is loud and never knows how to use his inside voice.

So, essentially, what’s supposed to be a casual compliment, turns into a spotlight aimed directly at you.

“Damn, (Name), looking good!” He practically yells out.

Immediately, you feel almost everyone's attention shift towards you, and you feel yourself wanting to melt into the ground, cheeks heating up to a temperature almost feverish.

“Damn you Hirose!” You curse in your head, as you send him an awkward smile, praying that Sae just so happened to be distracted by literally anything else instead of you, despite the fact that most of the guys on the field are now starting to murmur to each other (most definitely about you, in a hopefully non-negative way).

He’s not, obviously and unfortunately, and when you look over at him, his teal eyes slowly taking in your figure, you can feel your soul slip out of your body.

“What’re you all dressed up for?” Hirose loudly asks with an oblivious smile, not quite understanding the fact that he’s drawing attention to you, much less the fact that you’re dying of embarrassment because of it.

You hesitate to answer, not quite wanting to say that you’re going on a date with Sae in worry that he’d take offense to having his personal affairs aired out like that (also because even still you could hardly believe he wanted to go out with you), but to your surprise, Sae ends up talking for you.

“They’re with me.” He states, simply, making you look at him in shock, as does everyone else on the field, albeit probably for different reasons.

Hirose openly gapes for a second, before turning to you in shock. “For real?!”

“...Well– yes.” You respond, figuring that there’s no reason in denying it, slightly confused that he’s confirming it with you rather than Sae, feeling that if anyone would lie about being in a relationship, (would this be considered that yet?) it would be you.

What you also aren’t expecting is for Hirose to give you an enthusiastic high five and a conspiratorial whisper to “run his pockets clean (Name)!” to which your cheeks flush in mortification.

(Seriously, what was with the running insistence of you being a gold digger?... or a future gold digger at the very least?)

Either way, the commotion dies down for the most part after a while, although you can’t help but dread returning to school knowing that this was going to be widespread knowledge soon enough… especially knowing Hirose.

Not that you have much time to worry about that anyways when you make your way off of the bleachers over to your supposed date (though, was calling it a “date” overstepping?). But Sae surprises you when he holds out his hand to help you off of them.

Obviously you accept his hand, and obviously it proves to be your downfall (literally) when as you reach for it your shoe hits the support beam on the seat and you end up tripping right into his arms.

“...You’re really clumsy.” He remarks coolly, effortlessly maneuvering you safely onto the ground with strength that leaves you briefly awed.

It’s the first thing that he’s directly said to you so far and you can’t help the flustered look that overtakes your face.

“I–I’m usually not.” You manage to say, mentally recalling how you effortlessly beat Naomi within an inch of her life with a pillow despite her attempts to run.

“So, it's just me then?” He asks, the teasing tone in his voice sending your cheeks on fire.

You decline to comment on that, but Sae doesn’t seem to mind, instead gently grasping your hand in his, (much to your shock) as he begins to lead you to the ice cream shop.

When you slightly stumble (because of course) he sends you a smirk that has you simultaneously wanting to die (usual) as well as the urge to trip him (new!).

You don’t act on either impulse though, particularly the last one as you see the hint of the affectionate gleam in his eye.

The walk is relatively quiet for the most part, neither of you really being big talkers, but even still you can’t help but feel the familiar tinge of curiosity as you look at him, wanting to know a bit more about him.

“So, uh… what’s… your favorite color?” You ask, before immediately scrunching up your eyes in disgust of how awkward that was.

“...seriously?”

His response isn’t exactly uncalled for, but you can’t help but pout anyways.

“Listen, you try being in my shoes, this is hard.”

“Didn’t seem hard when you wrote that letter.”

You want to laugh at his remark, for many reasons that you’re not quite sure how to explain to him just yet, so instead you shift gears.

“Speaking of, how much of that did you read?”

He gives you his signature poker face, but the twinkle of amusement in his eyes has you regretting asking.

“Not too far, just enough to get to the part about the “shimmering teal” of my pupils that “sends your heart racing”, supposedly.”

You’re not sure if you want to curse out Suki for her fixation on physical appearance or punch yourself for your penchant for melodrama, but you have enough hatred within you to do both.

“...is that so?” You question in a voice distinctly higher than your usual pitch.

He doesn’t even attempt to hold back the breathy laugh that escapes him.

“God, you’re cute.”

It’s a miracle that no one has notified the local fire department of the burning embarrassment that’s raging within you, strong enough to probably burn down half the neighborhood had it been able to escape from the confines of your cheeks.

At least this time you didn’t say “you too.”

“Is it fun for you? Torturing me?” You question rather bitterly.

“Most people would love to be “tortured”, as you say.” He says, more so matter of factly than arrogantly, but it still makes you raise a brow.

“..so why me?” You can’t help but ask.

He turns his head towards you, face unreadable like normal, which is still as intimidating as it was before he asked you out, and reaches his hand out to poke you in the forehead, to which you scrunch up your face on instinct.

“‘Told you already… you’re cute.”

“So are “most people” who approach you!” You protest, despite your face flushing.

“Maybe they were.” He says nonchalantly. “But I have my reasons.”

“Which are…?”

He looks at you, seemingly considering, and you almost lean in to hear him speak, until he replies.

“... I’ll tell you next time.”

You gape at him slightly, both annoyed that he just curveballed you and flattered that he wanted to go out with you again.

“You’re too good at this.” You complain as you see the building of the ice cream shop.

“Or you’re just too receptive to me.” He shoots back, seemingly relishing in the way you stumble through the conversation.

“N–not to you, to everyone.”

“Sure.” He replies, rather generously, dropping the subject in favor of grabbing onto the front door to the shop instead, allowing you to enter first as he holds it open for you.

The interior of the shop is actually rather cute, vintage in an American 50’s diner way, complete with the checkered floors, bright colors and non-functioning jukebox sitting in the corner collecting dust from its underutilization.

“Thank you… and wow.” You whisper as you come inside, Sae trailing in after you. “This is so cool…”

“I had a feeling you’d like it.” He says, and you can’t help the smile that slides on your face when he says that.

“I didn’t realize you were so thoughtful.”

“Probably because you were too busy getting lost in my shimmering–”

“Anyways! Is that ice cream? I love ice cream!” You fluster, moving over to stare at the glass counter and examine the flavors.

He laughs, and you can’t help but flush despite yourself, the low pitch of his voice sending your heart racing.

You elect to ignore him in favor of cooling your heated cheeks, stammering out your order to the amused older woman who looks fondly on the two of you, Sae following with his order close behind.

When he pulls out his wallet to pay however, you panic, voicing your objections.

“Wait, you don’t have to pay for me!” You protest.

“Aren’t you supposed to be running my pockets clean?”

He asks, raising a brow, ignoring your protests and handing over his yen to the cashier without a second thought.

“That’s not– I mean, I didn’t say–”

“Besides,” He cuts your stuttering off smoothly. “I asked you out first, so it's only fair.”

“Then I’m paying for the next one.” You say determinedly before realizing what you’ve just implied, your face flushing yet again.

The lady behind the counter coughs in an attempt to cover up her laugh, but you can already feel a steam of embarrassment burst out your ears.

Sae just shoots you a smirk, smug that you’ve walked straight into his trap and you, for the first time, send him a glare, the type you would send Naomi.

To his credit, despite you not wanting to give him any, he takes it like a champ and the smug look stays on his face even through both of you receiving your orders and taking a seat.

You can’t help but perk up at the sight of your ice cream, a happy smile lighting up your face as you take a bite, an enthusiastic hum escaping your lips.

Although, you’re quick to stop your antics when you notice him eying you amusedly, deciding to avert your eyes to the table and act like a sane, rational human being.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He says, to which you shake your head, flustered.

“...stop looking at me and I’ll consider.”

“Easier said than done.” He remarks, to which you feel your cheeks warming.

“...you don’t need to exaggerate.” You murmur, taking another bite of your ice cream.

“I wouldn’t in the first place.” He says stoically. “You look good.”

Your heart excuses itself from its usual job pumping your blood to do an enthusiastic tap dance routine, complete with a hat tip and a cane pop.

“...too good.” He murmurs to himself, not noticing your flustered face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question, moving past your own embarrassment.

He shakes his head, taking a bite of his ice cream. “Nothing, just dumb jocks.”

You raise a brow at him to which he scoffs, understanding your insinuation.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You say innocently before switching the topic to his earlier words. “Did your teammates do something?”

He sits there silently for a second swallowing his bite of ice cream before speaking.

“They’re just… annoying; they need to keep their mouths shut.”

“Yeah? Did they say something about me?” You press slightly, both curious about what his teammates could have said to set him off as well as slightly insecure.

“...it’s not that they were talking badly about you.” He says, in what seems to be an attempt to comfort you. “It’s just…”

He trails off and you look at him, a hint of an idea on your mind on what he’s trying to get at, but you’re not sure if you have the confidence to actually say it.

“It’s fine…” You say, shooting him a reassuring smile. “I think I get it.”

“Do you?” He asks disbelievingly, but lets a small smile slip on his face. “...I’ll say that you definitely caught their attention.”

“That sounds even more anxiety including.” You reply with a small laugh.

“I’ll put it this way then.” Sae says, leaning in slightly, and you can catch the way the sunlight hits his eyes. “You caught my attention.”

A warm feeling stirs up within you, and you have to fight to hide the flustered smile that threatens to break on your face.

“...you caught mine too.” You end up saying instead, watching as he blinks, the light hitting his lower lashes like sparkles.

A moment of silence settles around you both, although it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, only for it to burst so delicately as Sae opens his mouth again.

“Yeah I know.” He says, a smirk creeping up on his lips as he looks at you. “Something about how my blush red hair reminds you of roses–”

“Okay! That’s enough of that!” You fluster, panicked.

The conversation continues from there, ebbing and flowing in a way you would have never thought when tasked with the daunting prospect of talking to Itoshi Sae and you discover a few new sides to him too.

One that he’s awfully fond of his younger brother, two, he’s a bit of a sore loser, especially when it comes to tiny things and three, that he’s a lot more caring than you originally had him pegged for.

And after a few hours when the conversation comes to a comfortable lull you both leave the shop, you with the flustered knowledge of your newfound infatuation and him with a considerably more relaxed demeanor than when the date started.

“Should I walk you home?” He offers breezily, to which you shake your head vehemently a grimace pulling on your features.

“Don’t worry about it.” You say. “I don’t need you meeting my brother and having him embarrass me.”

“You seem to do that enough on your own.” He points out, to which you shoot him a glare.

“And who’s the guy who likes me despite that?” You shoot back, to which he smirks.

“Me obviously.” He says, a hint of pride in his tone that leaves you feeling warm inside despite your want to stay annoyed with him.

You feel a smile pull on your lips as you turn to him with a sincere tone in your voice. “...I had a good time today, thanks for taking me here.”

He’s slightly taken aback by your shift in tone, and an unfamiliar flush blooms on his face, something that leaves you equal parts amused and amazed.

“...I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” He eventually says.

You have half a mind to tease him, but decided with the way the universe hates you that you should keep your mouth shut in fear of the wrathful vengeance of karma.

“Me neither.” You say instead, giving him a small smile, hesitating for a while before hopping on your tiptoes and planting a kiss on his cheek.

His face turns an interesting shade of pink at the gesture and you can’t help but laugh at the look on his face as you spin on your heel to leave.

“See you at school, Sae!” You call out with a wave as you start to make your way back home, a happy pep in your step even if he doesn’t respond, too preoccupied with his own embarrassment.

(And if you trip slightly on your way back, skinning your knees slightly… well you suppose you could live with that form of karma.)

#blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi #sae x reader fluff #itoshi sae x reader #gender neutral reader #Maruki is BACK #one day I'll write a persona 5 fic and my demons will be satiated #theres not gonna a part 3 though... respectfully

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↳ EVENT 02. Whitney (Stuck & Watersports)

Pairing: Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,747 Warnings: watersports, piss, male squirting, creampie, exhibitionism, stuck trope Prompt(s): 08 — stuck + 17 — watersports Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: i think from now on i'll include the prompts in the title too just because thinking of titles is hard and this makes it easy to know the contents at a glance lmao. anyway. YAYYY ANOTHER WHITNEY PROMPT. i love my boy so much thank you for this blessing of being allowed to write for him <3

and i was so excited about this one specifically because YOU KNOW ME SO WELL BESTIE AHHH. thank you for allowing me to indulge in smth so nasty hehe <3

Despite showcasing time and time again his proclivity for cruelty, he's once again faced with the inevitable sight of your backside— God knows what your front is facing, probably just some dirt, but he can't find it within himself to care all too much when your ass shakes from side to side in your pathetic attempts to free yourself. Down on the ground where you belong, you're real cute, y'know that? Like a spell on him, he watches. He can almost convince himself that you meant to get caught, only because you look so pretty under him like this. His eyes narrow in on the way your skirt inches further up your waist with every accidental tug against the jagged fence holding you down, the little yelps you let out when metal scratches against your skin sends shivers down to his cock.

Of which is hard, unsurprisingly. The filthy degenerate he knows he is, of course he's hard when you're bent over and defenceless— it's how he likes you best. Just a dumb little girl looking for any excuse to get fucked, is that it?

"Need help?" He asks rhetorically, because it's rather clear that you do, in fact, need some help. All the wiggling around your doing is only helping you undress, and he's sure that's not what your main goal is. But far be it for him to complain when you're offering yourself up to him on a silver platter, intentionally or not. Like the pleasure-seeker he is, he leans into his more hedonistic ways and pinches at your thighs. Just because he can. Because he wants to hear you pout.

"Duh." You respond with another shake of your hips, a useless attempt to swat his prying hands away, and he immediately tuts at the attitude you've adopted.

His gaze zeros in on your ass, squatting down behind you only to flip your skirt up the rest of the way, sucking on his teeth sharply at the sight of your cute panties. Good girl, he thinks to himself. But he'd rather die than say his praise out loud. No, no, dumb sluts like you don't deserve praise for getting themselves in such obviously bad situations, do they?

He instinctively hooks a finger under your panties, knuckles brushing up against your pretty little slit before he pings the fabric back against your most sensitive parts. A sneaky smirk splayed on his lips when you yelp in return. "Is this helping?" He asks, unable to hide the smile in his words when he repeats the bullying action again, knowing that he's really only making your situation worse. Isn't that just so fun, though?

"Quit it! Whitneyyy—" You whine in annoyance, but his messed up mind easily recognises the high pitched tone as excitement. An undeniable thirst for more of his teasing, right? And you're in luck too, his cock twitching for attention in his pants; tenting in your direction. He'd only asked you to steal some cigarettes for him, and if you were determined enough to get free from the fence, he's sure you could in a heartbeat. Does that mean... You want him to tease you?

Surely, right? Slipping under the fence is easy enough, he's done it countless times before himself. Though, when cocking his head to the side to properly assess the situation, his palm coming down to lazily rub at his leaking tip over his clothes, he notices just how stuck you really are. How your clothes threaten to rip if you were to move too much in one direction, and he knows you haven't got enough money to replace another school shirt given that he ruined the last one. Filthy slut, this is your own fault.

"C'mon," He leers, shuffling to get his cock closer to you until it rubs against your ass all hot and heavy, a satisfied sigh escaping him when you gasp at the contact. You're so fucking hot it honestly annoys him, the way you're completely unaware of how inherently lewd your pretty little body is, beads of precum rolling down his length to stain his pants sheer. You'll have to clean them up later, preferably with your tongue. "I'll help ya out, but y'gotta pay up first."

It's clear what his intent is through how his rough hands find home on your hips, keeping himself stable from his squatting position just as much as he's trying to keep you pinned in place. A gentle rock of his hips forward against your clothed cunt and he's already reeling from how good it feels to be in control like this, nails digging into your soft skin as if he were mounting you like a dog.

"I— I mean, sure, fuck, whatever Whitney. Just help me before we get caught, okay?"

He muses about your usage of the word we, internally deciding that if anyone were to show up in the middle of his bullying, he'd simply act the fool to your thief ways. But nonetheless, he continues. He'd continue whether or not he had your consent, but it's easier when you're not fighting back.

Humping his cock against you always feels good, his attention drawn to the growing wet patch on your cute panties, and how his mouth salivates with a want to taste. He's not sure if it's from himself or your hole, but it's pretty to look at nonetheless. But he's meant to be a punishing you anyway, not indulging in his oral fixation. A reminder that he owns you, and that if you fuck up in his presence, you'll be swiftly reprimanded.

"So pretty," He hums to himself, a light heat rising to his cheeks at the recognition of his praise, biting down on his bottom lip out of embarrassment for a mere moment before correcting himself. "But so dumb." A laugh follows, crawled up his chest and forced out his dry throat.

He angles his cock down with his thumb, letting his hips rut against your hidden hole only a few times before impatience takes hold of him— and the fact that your hushed voice reminds him not to get caught. Not that it matters to him whether or not you get in trouble for stealing, it's just that he'd rather be the only one to see you so exposed and helpless like this. Possessively grabbing at your ass to spread your cheeks open, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull at the slight sight of your pretty holes.

Fuck it, he thinks. You rile him up so easily, and he hates himself for it. How the smallest glimpse of your asshole has his balls tightening, the mere thought of fucking your cute little cunt causes his muscles to tense in anticipation. So fucking annoying how just by existing you manage to coax him into further degeneracy, a little tempting wiggle of your ass being all he needs to quickly tug his bottoms down and shiver into the cold air that kisses his tip.

He better shove it in already to warm back up.

"Hurry up Whitney!" You whine, and the urgency in your meek voice causes a shiver to roll down his spine. "Are you trying to get us—"

Fuck, fucking shut up, a harsh pull of your panties later and he's shoving his cock inside of you with only his copious amount of precum and your meagre amount of slick for lube. The silent yelp he fucking knows you want to let out crawls under his skin, settles nice and thick in his tummy as he bullies his cock inside of you with quick snap thrusts. Only coating his length in as much lubrication as possible, a little pain is nice, but he isn't aiming to actually hurt you. Doesn't wanna damage his goods, yknow? So he continues the shallow thrusts until he can easily glide his cock all the way inside, balls deep in your pretty little hole with a soft pap!

But there's no time for him to allow you the chance at growing accustomed to his fat length, drawing his hips as far back as possible without actually pulling out, his drooling tip left inside your tight cunt for a single second before he buries himself back in, again and again, starting out with such an unfair pace that it even leaves himself breathless from how good it feels, how your walls squeeze around him that bit tighter given his rough treatment, rushed huffs of air filling his ears as he humps into you from behind.

"Tryin' to—" He chokes on his words, drooling precum all over your warm insides with every greedy thrust of his cock, in love with how you're unable to do anything but sit there and fucking take it, God, he could cum on the spot if he thought about it for too long. The view of your arched back, gaze flitting to the way your hands dig into the dirt below as if it'd give you any semblance of stability when he's pounding you so hard your ass smacks back against his hips. "Tryin' to get us caught?" He barks laughter down at you, though is quickly humbled when your walls squeeze around him again, cunt sucking his cock off so well, fuck, like you're begging for him to fuck deeper. And he's all to eager to give you exasctly what your body is asking for, throwing his weight behind every fuck forward and pulling your ass back down against his cock. "Maybe— Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Fuckin' slut."

It's as if he's talking about himself though, feet firmly planted at either side of your knees, his hands sliding down the small of your back to hold onto your waist securely, pumping his cock into you from the dog mating angle he knows you like. Such a nasty girl, aren't you? Need him to breed your little angel cunt? It's what she deserves, isn't it, for making him feel so heavenly.

His upper body follows every thrust, causing him to practically rest on top of you as much as he can, the metal from the fence digging into his skin with every loud smack of his hips against your ass, every wet squelch of your hole being forced to accept his fat cock.

But he can't deny how obviously into getting caught he is too, the thought alone causing his cock to tremble inside of you with excitement. Look at her, this is my slut, hear how pretty she sounds when moaning my name like that? Deep seated primal instinct rumbling in his core when you whine and gasp for more, taking his cock so well that he's forced into huffing above you like he's in heat or something. It's gross, really, just how much he needs everyone to know how good you are for him, and only him. Obsessed with how your pretty cunt stretches to fit hit size, how he can feel every gush of slick from your abused hole drip down to his balls, God, how badly he wants to suck at your skin right now too. Taste every inch of your slut body as some form of thanks for letting him mistreat you like this. And for the way you like it too, soaking his thighs with your sweet slick he's hungry for.

He's soooo fucking into you it's honestly a little embarrassing, hoping to hump his affection for you away by stroking your insides exactly how he knows you like, and the fact that he knows you like it a certain way both turns him on more and frustrates him to no end. He's your bully for God's sake. But you're just so pretty like this, a messy little bitch in heat for his fat cock, keening into the ground below when he fucks his annoyances out in you with faster thrusts and a tighter grip on your waist. Turning you into a squeaky toy with the croaked moans his cock fucks outta you.

"Mine" He rasps against his better judgement. "Tell me, say that you're mine—" He ends up begging, enamoured with how quickly you answer his request with wanton whines and broken sobs of his name. An unfamiliar feeling soon establishing in his tummy, all tight and taut, threatening to snap any second as he continues to fuck through it. It feels similar enough for him to have an idea of what might be coming next, but he's too busy fucking into your slutty hole to fully register the consequences until they happen. And he's so close too, balls full and heavy of seed for his favourite girl, you've taken his perversion so well, you deserve a nice treat in the form of his load, don't you?

But what comes out isn't what he'd expected, a curt "Fuckin' close—" is all the warning he's able to give you before he's burying himself as deep as possible into you and sitting still. Only for a second or two, expecting ropes to shoot into your tiny cunt like always, but streams of yellow soon spurt out of your hole as he's forced into instinctively bucking into you again, sloppy fucks in and out of your stupid wet cunt as he experiences squirting for the first time in his life. Which is mortifying considering it's you that's gotten him to the point of squirting, but fuck if he doesn't feel so good, better than anything else— because he's effectively pissing inside of you right now, and knowing that he's dirtying you in such a disgusting way only prompts him into fucking with more intent, engaging his core in an attempt to relieve himself some more inside of his favourite slut.

"What— Feels weird, Whit—" You mumble, and he can't help but laugh. Still humping his piss back into your hole, the feeling of it sloshing around his cock with every thrust convincing him to continue. How disgusting, right? Downright deplorable the way he's using you right now, marking up your insides with the scent of his piss before his seed. He can only imagine your reaction to such awful news as he settles into a faster pace once more, determined to give you a load now that he's done taking a leak: gross. So fucking gross it ends up hot in his fucked up brain.

"Jus' sit there and be pretty, slut." He orders you, "That's all y'gotta do." And he's happy when you comply immediately given the edge in his voice. It's just that he's genuinely still so close to cumming, especially after such a vile display of affection, he only needs a few more thrusts before—

There we go, fully sheathed inside your piss soaked cunt for him to empty his balls into like he'd originally intended to. The innately crude nature of mixing his seed with piss has him rolling his hips into you regardless of his want to remain still, gently massaging your cunt walls with lazy fucks while he milks himself empty as some twisted sort of reward for something you've yet to learn about.

And it doesn't take him long to recover, never does. Pulling out swiftly only to cringe at the loss of warmth, and the view of the nasty mix of fluids dripping down your stained thighs. He'd better get you out of sight from prying eyes soon, determined to be the only one allowed to see you look so sullied like this from now on.

"C'mere," He gently tugs on your waist with one hand, the other pulling the scratchy wire up and away from your body to help ease you out of your stuck position. "Y'paid me more than I could ever ask for."

"What do you mean—"

"Jus' trust me, okay slut?" He'll keep it a secret for now. Try to use his new favourite toilet in future when you're similarly unaware, relieve himself in the best way possible in private. So hot just thinking about it, fuck— he might need to fuck you again on the way home. He'll even let you cum for the way you've accidentally accepted his newfound kink, brushing you off when you're free in an uncharacteristic display of affection.

And to keep your eyes from drifting between your legs, he places a chaste, but sweet, kiss to your forehead. "Thanks." is all he says before turning away to hide the predictable blush spreading on his cheeks.

#500 event!#mm yummy #i hope this is ok!#i have another whitney piss idea tbh HAHA #but i liked this one as a sort of first time introduction thing isk #idk*#whitney the bully #dol smut #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity smut #degrees of lewdity fanfic

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pedros-husband · 10 months

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you feel bad about your scars

pedro pascal characters x male reader

characters included: javier pena, joel miller, javi gutierrez, marcus moreno, ezra, din djarin, frankie morales, agent whiskey, silva, oberyn martell, dave york, dieter bravo, tim rockford, and dio morrisey.

javier pena: he doesn't understand why you don't like your scars, he has tons, and your always talking about how much you like his, so why are yours any different? he's not good with words, so instead he'll show you just how much he loves your scars, whether its gingerly kissing over each one, or a more steamy approach in the sheets.

joel miller: he himself has been self-conscious about his scars, to him they're a reminder of mistakes he's made, fuck ups. but it's a completely different story with yours. he's all over you the moment you say something about them. he was never a touchy lovey-dovey guy, even before the breakout, but when he met you, you changed it all. so, he'll wrap you up in blankets on the couch and put a random movie on that ellie stole from bill's, it's not like you two are going to watch it anyway with the way he's thinking og showing you he loves them anyway....

javi gutierrez: he loves every part of you, and when i say love i mean LOVES, adores, worships, you a GOD to him (in a cute way not a weird way)s o when you shy away from his touch when he traces over your scars, he pouts like a puppy. cue the- " mi hermoso why don't you like your scars? i think they are adorable", and with your permission, he will kiss every single one, muttering little words in between like 'my handsome man' and 'gorgeous'. hes such a sweet golden retriever boy i can't

marcus moreno: he thinks scars are just a normal part of your body (even if its from sh/surgery) so he sees them as a part of YOU, and he loves all of you, therefore he loves them just as much. if you comment on how insecure they make you feel, he'll wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you, pressing kisses to your neck and whispering 'they are part of you my love, and you are so very beautiful...my handsome husband.'

ezra: he doesn't really know how to comfort you on it, but he still assures you that he finds you very handsome and attractive both with or without scars, they don't define you and in his eys, you are perfect in everyway.

din djarin: he is a very shy boy that isn't great with words or affection but he want to show you that he finds you beautiful and even loves your scars ESPECIALLY, so he flips the autopilot on and grabs your wrist (gently), pulling you to the bunk room, he switches off the light and drags you into the bunk, wrapping himself around you and tracing over your scars with his fingers for hours on end until you fall sleep with a smile. its an unspoken sort of love but you can almost hear his thoughts as he delicately traces over the dark lines on you skin.

frankie morales: he's had his fair share of scars from being in the military, so when he hears your concerns about yours, he understands. He's hated his because they remind him of all the people he's had to kill, at the lives lost from his hands, so he will pamper you completely and re-assure you that yours scars are beautiful, and a part of you that he loves very much.

agent whiskey (jack daniels): he also practically worships your body so hes nearly enraged at the fact that you DON'T see your body and scars the same way, he whisks you up into his arms (get it :0) and nearly throws you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you and showering your whole body in kisses, his hands gliding over the lines off each scar and whispering in your ear how handsome they are, and just how much he loves them, and you.

silva: hes shy so it's hard for him to express just how much he loves them, but he wants you to love them too so he'll at least attempt to comfort you, stumbling over his words a bit but getting the point across nonetheless, and the thought makes your heart melt a little anyway.

oberyn martell: physical affection is basically the only way this man can communicate his feelings towards you, so that is what he does, during a steamy make-out session or passionate sex, where he'll focus on telling you just how much they turn him on/he loves them, and make sure you do not leave that bed/room until you feel the same way about them that he does.

Dave york: he has also been in the military, so he has his scars too, but you made him love his, meaning he's confused how you don't love yours too. he'll take both your clothes off, (in a non sexual way) and carefully trace his fingertips over your scars, mumbling about how they tell a story, then he'll sit back in his chair and let you do the same,occasionally piping in about a particular scar that he used to hate, that you made him love.

dieter bravo: he doesn't have that many scars so he doesn't fully understand why they would make you insecure or be worried about them, to him your still his handsome boyfriend and scars don't change that.

tim rockford: there is no way you couldn't love them, because tim reminds you how much he loves the every chance he gets. he thinks your scars are awesome, whether they are from self harm or a surgery, he will look at them and touch them for hours, just marvelling at them with big eyes, and will ask you details about how you got them (if your comfortable with it), and mumble about how sexy they are, and how much he loves his handsome boyfriend

dio morrisey: he thinks they're badass and goth as hell. if you say otherwise, he'll simply cut you off and just tell you to stop being so stupid. he thinks they're cute, but he won't admit that. he's a tough love kinda guy, but you see through it and can kind of read what hes really thinking and feeling about them anyway.

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So I don’t know if anyone noticed but I deleted my Frankie fic from my page because I got SO self conscious about it and I probably won’t venture near the smut region again for a while because I overthought it so much… anyway hope you like this little thing :)

#joel miller #male reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel tlou #frankie morales #oberyn martell #oberyn martel x reader #male x male #dio morrissey #agent whiskey #jack daniels #tim rockford #dave york #ezra prospect #javi gutierrez #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader

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northsoulss · 10 months

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k.seungmin - masked singer

pairing - seungmin x gn!reader

genre : fluff, crack

warnings : one swear word(?), kissy kisses, established relationship

a/n : i saw his performance and i think i died a little on the inside — he’s an amazing performer omfg😭 anyways enjoy this little bit i wrote after watching him sing and dance on the show!

“look who’s back, mr masked singer!” you chime as seungmin opens the apartment door, his hair tousled and windblown. you get up from the couch with a groan before standing in front of him, a smile on both of your faces.

“haish, stop it!” he swats your hand away when you try to pinch his cheek, a light pink hue settling on them. you giggle, caressing his face as a silent “apology”, and yet you didn’t regret teasing him at all.

“so, how was my performance then?” he asks expectantly, still standing in the hallway, back now facing you while taking off his coat.

“your singing was exceptional as usual,” his cheeks lift from his smile at your words, but drop when you finish the rest of your sentence. “but, i have to admit, you weren’t the sneakiest with your dancing.” you give him a knowing look whilst sliding his coat off his shoulders. he turns around quickly, a look of disbelief on his face.

“hey! what’s wrong with my dancing?” he pouts and pretends to be hurt, wiping away a few false tears from his eyes.

“it was very..” you paused trying to find the right words for it, wanting to describe his dancing as specifically as possible. “um, how do i put it, JYP?” you finally find the right “word” for it, and seungmin once again looks offended. you put away his coat, hearing him grumbling under his breath.

“hey! i’m just paying respects to my boss!” you look unimpressed when he starts to do the exact same dance to hype boy by new jeans, and you have to resist the urge to face palm.

“okay, okay. stop!” a laugh escapes your lips, watching him boldly mimic how his boss dances. he laughs too, watching a few more giggles come out from your lips, a flush dusting your face.

“so my singing was alright?” he asks as he moves to sit on the floor to take off his shoes, trying to chuck them off as quickly as possible so that he can jump onto the couch. you move to sit across him, watching him untie his laces.

“as i said, exceptional. i am surprised though.” he looks up and pauses his movements, urging you to continue talking. “who wouldn’t recognise you the moment you start singing?” his lips turn into a thin line, a deadpan expression forming on his face.

“how do you expect me to change my voice huh?” he finally finishes taking off his shoes, taking you into his arms for a much needed hug.

“i never said to change it, i’m just saying it’s really recognisable. in a good way of course.” you move your head away from his chest to look at him, a fond look on his face. he only shakes his head, before resting his chin on the crown on your head, a sigh escaping his lips. you stay like that for a while, on the floor together with bodies smushed together.

after finally moving to the couch to resume the cuddle session, you lay on top of seungmin, his hands encircling your waist.

“i have to say you looked extremely handsome when you took off your mask though.” you tilt your head to look at him, finding him already staring at you. clearly, you gave him an unwanted ego boost when you see him card his hands through his hair. he flips it over snd it falls exactly like how it did in the video you saw. you don’t want to admit, but you find him devastatingly handsome.

“like that?” he gives you a smirk, and you feel your face heat up.

“never mind i said anything.” you say quickly, your face tilting back down and turning away from him to face the other way.

“baby.” he whines, shaking you in his grasp. he pouts again, and this time you give into his cuteness.

“i’m joking. yes, like that. god, you are so fucking handsome.” well, there goes the whole “not wanting to admit he’s gorgeous” thing.

he chuckles, the same pink hue settling on his cheeks again. he kisses your lips and gives you a peck on the cheek, a goofy grin on his face.

“why thank you then.” he kisses you again, and you gladly reciprocate.

“you’re most welcome, my masked singer.”

masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin skz #skz seungmin #stray kids seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin scenarios #seungmin masked singer #masked singer #his performance was fantastic omg #northsoulss

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iris-sistibly · 22 days

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BAAAAAAAABES OMG!!!! EPISODE 10 IS GIVINGGGGG!!!

It's giving cuteness, it's giving love, it's giving ✨QUEEN✨ it's giving fucking satisfaction my loves!

📍Let's start off with some really funny scenes brought to you by Hong Mama, it's so freaking satisfying to see her get humbled over and over and over again! Her getting off of her high horse has been long overdue tbh, that scene when she finally got her salary after work, only for Baek Mama to deduct it for the coffee she paid for (her), God her face was priceless. Everyone say it with me, "DESERVE!" Perhaps Mama Baek can teach her a thing or two about mothering. It's about time she learns that too.

📍Papa Hong and Papa Baek having a heart-to-heart conversation over their frustrations at losing something, and almost everyone seems to turn their backs on them. Them bonding over Kdrama while having a drinking session at the same time is probably one of the most wholesome scenes in the show.

📍Mama Baek being such a loving mama to Hae-in 😭😭 even though it's clear that she loves her son, she didn't tolerate Hyun-woo's bullshit when the latter confessed about Hae-in's illness and the divorce. I hope all parents will take note of this: you don't tolerate your kids' wrongdoings, you make them own up to their mistakes and guide them in doing the right thing. That's why Hyun-woo knows how to take accountability, his mother taught him well.

📍Soo-cheol is actually growing on me. He's an immature idiot at first, but he really has a big heart. He's the one who got fooled and dumped on yet he still worries over baby Geon-u and Da-hye. Yes he was hurt, but he loves Da-hye so much that he can't even bring himself to be angry at her. He sees the goodness in her and points at the right person who caused their family to crumble. I can't wait for him to man up and fight to bring his family back.

📍Oh my beautiful BaekHong, the "divorced" couple who acts like they're still married. Hae-in acting like a typical wife who scolds her husband for getting into trouble, but still takes care of him anyway and Hyun-woo the boxing champion trembling at his angry wife 🤣.

📍I also love the fact that they finally have that much needed talk about their marriage, what went wrong, what they could have done, and Hyun-woo having no regrets at marrying Hae-in and would gladly choose her again and again. Dear Lord, where can I get myself a Baek Hyun-woo?

📍But damn Hae-in exposing Eun-seong during the press conference was the BEST!!! Dude was so sure he was gonna marry her but Hae-in isn't the queen of Queens for NOTHING. He really did underestimate her, I kid you not when I say that I literally flipped my middle finger when the camera focused on Eun-seong *clears throat* with all due respect to Park Sung-hoon, you are a great actor sir but I loathe your character. Yoon Eun-seong is the very definition of "delulu is the solulu" again, Hae-in would rather die than be with him, and since this episode is so satisfying, I'm gonna save my rant for the next episode.

📍I have always loved the dynamics of Hyun-woo and Hae-in, they may be different in a lot of things but they complement each other in so many ways. For example, when someone is trying to fuck up the other, or when one of them is in danger, there will be hell. Hyun-woo is very protective of Hae-in, he'll fight tooth and nail for her even if it means getting hurt in the process. This man will fight for her to the death. Hae-in on the other hand is the type of person who would rather take all the pain to herself than seeing her loved ones suffer. She will never stand back when it comes to Hyun-woo, and when someone tries to fuck him up, she'll go above and beyond to save him, and she'll give you hell if you mess with her husband. Since the beginning they have always fought for each other, but in the next coming episodes I hope they'll learn to fight together because seriously, they are such a power couple.

📍Hae-in still calls Hyun-woo her husband 🥹🥹

📍Shout out to Grace for not being too stupid, you have chosen the right team to help ma'am. And Da-hye...girl, come back already.

#kdrama #netflix #tvn #queen of tears #kim soo hyun #kim ji won #kwak dong yeon #lee joo bin #park sunghoon #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #hong soo cheol #cheon da hye #yoon eun seong #my roman empire #baekhong

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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anyway I might be a masochist or a straight up wh*re but I can’t get the thought of og cobras with a chubby!reader out of my head and teasing her in school, staring at her, flipping her skirt up (Dutch would do it all the time imho) and telling her how hot she is, how that outfit looks so good on her, etc and she’s thinking that they’re just being dicks to her because she’s chubby and then one day she just has enough of it and confronts them and tells them to stop being dicks and they’re just like oops-

because I 100% agree that those boys are giant himbos so they were being genuine and flirting and teasing her because they like her and think she’s hot and they don’t realize that she thinks they’re being mean to her and they’re like “oh my god no-“

and yeah it ends up in a giant orgy of them showing her that they’re actually serious 🤤

No! I definitely get this and I love it. Honestly I love the trope where the more “bad guy character/s” pick on their crush but it's actually because their kinda stupid to the fact what they are doing can be seen as mean.

Half of them just think they are giving her compliments. And when she gets upset or mad they think she's trying to play with them, trying to play hard to get.

Bobby and Jimmy always give her straight-up nice compliments, like how her new hair style is cute or how pretty she is. They always take notice of her looks or how she's acting. Both of them are the first to know of she is doing something new with her make up or skin routine. Both of them are just overly sweet to her even if the other guys aren't.

Johnny and Tommy are the ones glaring her down from afar. They both talk about how hot she looks and how sexy she is. They don't go to overboard with the comments but they can't help but admit how attractive she is. As long as Dutch isn't around it's pretty tame conversations.

The minute Dutch is around, oh no because this guy can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him. He's always spewing something and he has no filter on his thoughts either. Everything always gets nasty when he's around and talking. All the bous could be sitting around and talking a out the pure thing they know about Reader, but then he opens his mouth.

Dutch is the starter if jerk circles and he knows it. It's all his fault and he's happy about it.

Besides Bobby, Johnny is actually one of the sweetest in the group. He's the first one to say something to her when they are all around. Yes his comments may be....a tad bit gross or borderline inappropriate but he's trying to be nice. He just doesn't seem to get that you can't say “Wow your tits look great stuffed into that shirt babe.” to someone and they automatically think you're a great guy.

Insert Johnny getting backhanded multiple times but never dodging. All the other cobras won't admit it but they think it's hot to see her get so mad.

Dutch definitely flips her skirts and dresses like a lot but never in front of too many people. Dude gets off on panty shots way to much. Of course the other boys don't mind it either. They all end up popping boners a lot because of Dutch’s gross stupidity.

They don't really understand until one day it goes a bit too far.

Dutch tries to pinch her hip to get her skirt to ride up just a little because he wants to get a good look at her thick thighs. They're so soft and pillowy. But her on accident actually snap her painted which makes her yelp and shoot up with a huge blush on her face while trying to hold her skirt down. She turns around and tells them off for once, not carrying about her normal shyness. She calls them assholes and morons and that she's tired of their bullying. They kinda scratch their heads at this because, like, their not bullying her? They wouldn't be complaining her left and right and trying to see up her skirt if they didn't actually like her.

At that moment they start to put together the pieces and realize the mistake. She actually thought they were picking on her and trying to make her into a joke.

After the incident they try to think of a way to get her to see they actually meant all of the nice things they said to her.

Which ends up being them inviting them over to Bobby’s, where they spoil her for the night with food and a movie. This ultimately ends with them in Bobby’s decked-out basement having a huge orgy. Jerking each other off before fucking the chubby girl. Taking turns using all her holes, and after a while, she gives them up. They switch from her mouth to her pussy to anything else she wants. It's pure bliss all night long.

And after the night is done, Reader fully understands that her new group of boyfriends isn't that bad. Their just stupid, aggressive himbos. But she wouldn't trade them for anything after finding out the truth, and giving them a lesson.

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ruby-serpentis · 2 years

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horror au! sydney - head canons

pairing: male! sydney x gender neutral! reader

warning(s): death, blood, stalking, vomit, demons, exorcisms, religion, christian faith (since a majority of demon based horror in the u.s. is christian based and that’s my inspiration for these head canons), slut shaming, horny dreams ft. sydney, dream sex, dream kissing, corrupt sydney

please note that i do not condone any of this behavior in real life. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

reader is at least 20 years of age.

INTRODUCING...THE ANGEL OF YOUR DREAMS!

reginald was an asshole. why did your mother marry a guy named reginald anyways? it’s literally a walking red flag. but you would keep your mouth shut in order to keep the peace. your mother just remarried after your parent died. it took a little over 10 years but she ended up with reginald. he was nice and all, except for his weird devotion to the christian faith. you rolled your eyes every time you heard him go off on a tangent. and his kids (aka. your step siblings) were no better.

you lost count of how many times they called you a whore, say you were going to burn for eternity for giving your purity away. you loved your partner and you both consented to losing each other’s virginity. yeah, you guys were broken up, but it was done amicably and when you did have a sex life, it was pretty amazing. consensual, pleasurable. there was nothing sinful about it.

well, at least they didn’t discover your stash of toys.

your mother taught you about human bodies. people had vaginas. people had penises. and masturbation was natural and rather healthy. she was very nonchalant about it. how did she marry someone like reginald?

she should’ve married sirris, her best friend. sirris grew up alongside your mother and shared many of the same values your mom did. they were both nonchalant about bodies, sex, and masturbation. and sirris has been with your family through thick and thin. she was honestly amazing and was always a second parent to you. so it made logical sense for them to marry. at least to you.

in the midst of the chaos that was your life, you had at least one friend: sydney.

sirris’s son. maybe took his vows to the temple a little too seriously in your opinion. sweet, kind. understanding, maybe a little bit too much so. and on top of that, beautiful, pretty, cute, handsome. any adjective that describes a person who is attractive was basically sydney.

maybe it was wrong of you to have a crush on your best friend, especially since he had vows to keep. but you couldn’t help yourself. sydney was just perfect in every way.

you guys had plans together. graduate high school, go onto university together. you guys got into the same school, maybe be roommates at some point. it was going to be great. everything was going according to plan.

but sydney had to go and die.

you don’t know the specifics. sirris didn’t either. she was told that it was just a car accident. but sydney was a responsible driver. sydney would never get into an accident.

not like you could confirm it since the funeral was a closed casket.

he had just gotten his chastity belt off. you guys were ready to leave, busy buying things ahead of time. “it’s for the best! when the semester starts, everything will be gone!” he was always one for preparation.

you wouldn’t hear his laugh again, would never see his smile or the way his amber eyes lit up with he bought a new book. or how he smelled the new pages and carefully flipped through them. though the ultimate sin was when he broke the spine of a book if he didn’t like it.

you kind of wished he would do that for you. but you would keep that part quiet.

“maybe if he stopped questioning God, then he wouldn’t have died.” your step sibling, rachel, said.

sure, sydney had doubts about the religion and their beliefs. he expressed them to you. and only to you. it must’ve meant your siblings probably eavesdropped on your conversations.

“that’s a horrible thing to say after someone just died.” you spat.

“it’s not my fault he’s probably burning now.” your other step sibling, james, laughed a little. and so did rachel.

sometimes, you just wanted sock your siblings in the face. and reginald too.

it’s been 2 years since that happened. 2 years since sydney was buried in the ground. 2 years since.

you’ve been surviving uni for the most part, surviving as much as you could. classes killed you. but that was over for now. it was time for a break.

“oh (y/n)’s finally back!” your mom exclaimed, running out of the door.

you closed the door of your car. “hi mom.” you hugged her tight.

“oh! sirris is here too.” she smiles. “you guys can catch up.”

coming back was not the best, mostly because you dreaded being back, living with reginald and his little brats. but they stayed out of your business for the most part and left you alone. aside from going to church. but that was required.

the dreams you started having were...weird. sydney popped up in a few of them. he was smiling brightly with his glasses, hair in a ponytail. it was probably because you were home. you didn’t come home last break because you couldn’t bear to be home.

but as the weeks continued, the dreams became more vivid, more lucid. you felt more control over your body as you slowly approached him in your dreams. sometimes it was a field with flowers. other times it was the counter from the library at your old school. and on the rare occasion, it was either the temple or a bar. he was always smiling, inviting you to come to him.

“(y/n)! it’s been a long time.” he chimes as you come closer to him. “i’ve missed you.” his eyes hold...sorrow? was that it? or was it longing?

“i’ve missed you too.” it came out before you could stop it. of course you missed him. you missed him so much. he was your best friend after all. and his life was cut too short. you don’t think you’d ever get over the death of your best friend.

you woke up before anything could continue. a small sigh escapes your lips. “it was just a dream.”

as the days went on, the conversations became longer. they grew and grew in length until one day, you said, “walk with me.”

so the two of you left the bar that dream. you took him to your house. you made a gesture, inviting him in. but he was stuck in front of the porch. “i can’t.” he shakes his head.

“what do you mean?” you frown. “you’ve always been welcomed.”

“well i can’t.” he smiles. “unless you invite me in.”

“well then. sydney, you are obviously invited in.” your frown disappeared. “you are always invited in.”

“that is very kind of you (y/n).” sydney walks up on the porch and into your home. + Corruption

you didn’t realize that inviting him would lead to dangerous consequences.

from that night forward, you dreamed about sydney every day. every single day. he was in every single dream. it was kind of eerie. but not like you cared. you enjoyed being in his warm presence, listening to his silky voice. every day you missed him for two years.

this dream, though, was a little different.

“(y/n), there’s something i have to confess.” he purses his lips as he sits on your bed besides you. “something i didn’t tell you when i was alive.”

“what is it syd?” you take a lock of his hair and fiddle with it, looking deep into his amber eyes.

“i...i’ve always loved you.” he leans closer. “and more than friends. i know the feeling of lust was...wrong. or at least that’s what brother jordan taught me.” he purses his lips. “he was wrong.” there was a sudden tone of seriousness to his voice. “very wrong. heretical even. there’s nothing wrong with lust. in fact, a small amount is normal. and all i felt for the last few years of my life was love for you. and even lust.”

“sydney...” you feel your heart pound against your chest. no. this wasn’t real. this was a dream. this was something your subconscious created. it wasn’t real. sydney didn’t actually feel this way. this was a lie. a sweet dream.

and yet, you could not help yourself. you leaned forward, kissing him deeply. his lips tasted so sweet. you’ve wanted him for so long, loved him for so long. and he had been ripped away from you. unfairly so.

sydney kisses back with just as much ferocity and he pulls you closer by your waist. his grip is hard, almost as if he’s afraid to let go. his tongue slides across your lips and you open them, giving him permission to tongue you. soft moans escaped your lips as you kissed and you felt him push you down onto your bed. “sydney...”

“um...(y/n)...” a voice interrupted.

your eyes fluttered open and to your disappointment, the voice belonged to your mother. she had a scowl on her face. “(y/n), do you know what time it is?”

you glance at the clock. 14:53. “fuck.” you whisper.

“what time did you go to bed?”

“the normal time. at like midnight.”

“well you need to get up. come on.”

you would have to deal with the warm feeling below your waist later.

normally, you didn’t sleep in so late. but the dream was probably so great that you had dozed off completely. it was a good dream. the best so far.

your dreams from then on were filled with sydney. sometimes you guys would talk. but for the most part, you would kiss, his hands reaching into your pajamas to feel you. this was what you guys missed. it was all you could ever hope for really.

“i think we need to go further.” sydney whispers as he pulls away.

“what about your chastity belt?” you responded instinctively.

he pulls the waistband of his pants down slightly. “we took it off remember?” he teases. “i mean, you literally felt my hard cock grinding against you? right?”

“right.” you kiss him again, the both of you rushing to undress yourselves.

dreams weren’t real. but the sex felt real. the way you climaxed in pleasure, the way sydney convulsed as he came inside of you. it was all so real. and he wasn’t just vanilla either. he would spice it up with a few toys, new positions, even some rope and gags. +++ Corruption

when you woke up, you would make your way to the bathroom. it was then you started getting bruises and scratch marks all over your body. on top of that, your underwear was soaked and sometimes, you even felt something seep out of your hole: cum.

it shook you up a bit, how the bruises and scratches were there out of nowhere. nothing you couldn’t cover up though.

though something seemed to change. you no longer saw sydney.

instead, you saw him, bloodied and bruised, lying on a stone altar, glasses cracked. he’d scream as a hand, black as ash, would crawl out of his body. you didn’t get a good look because you ran. +++++ Trauma

usually you were able to outrun it. and when you woke up, you weren’t bothered that much.

then it started to gain traction in your dreams, chasing you. you were shaken up by the time you woke up.

sometimes, when you went to go get water, you would see a shadow in the corner of your eye. you just assumed it was your anxiety about starting your third year at uni.

then you started getting whispers. you couldn’t make out anything they said. all you knew was that it was creepy and you didn’t want to hear anything.

every night, the demon that crawled out of sydney would chase you, getting closer and closer.

you stopped sleeping for a bit, pulling a ton of all nighters with energy drinks and then drinking caffeine during the day. when you did sleep, it rarely did anything, only increasing your stress and making you feel tired.

you wished to see sydney again. just sydney. the sydney that was alive and not bleeding out on the altar, amber eyes cold and lifeless.

the next time you saw him, though, he was different.

his hair was not in his normal ponytail. it was loose, free. and it was black. he looked paler than usual, his amber eyes glimmering. he didn’t have his glasses either. “(y/n).”

you looked around. “wh-where are we?”

“this is a prayer room. some say it’s the highest place where you can reach God. it’s mostly saved for praying. quite comfy, isn’t it?” he sits down on the cushions before patting a spot next to him. you take a seat.

“where have you been?”

“wandering.” he says nonchalantly. “but those specifics don’t matter. what matters is that i’m here now.” he cups your cheek. “you look tired. is everything alright?”

you feel your body relax and lean into him. “everything is fine. just a few bad dreams. not sleeping well.”

he chuckles. “i see. so,” his hand trails down your chest to your thigh. “do you want to-”

“here?”

“yes.” a devious smirk appears on his face. “defile sacred ground with me.”

“sure. was this a kink of yours?”

“maybe.” he shrugs before kissing you and pushing you down onto the cushions.

you were finally well rested after your dream. but when you went into the bathroom, you noticed a handprint on your back. your skin looked like it had been burned. that was...definitely new. you were quick to throw something over it to hide it from your mom. you didn’t need her worrying about you, much less her husband or your step-siblings taking it as a twisted sign from demons.

demons weren’t real.

sydney returns to your dreams again. this time, he isn’t dead though. he looks the same as he did last time with his black hair and without his glasses. he stands in front of the stone altar, hands tucked into his pockets. he turns his head as you approach the altar. “(y/n).” he smiles. it’s his signature smile but something about it feels...off. it’s not warm. it’s cold and it doesn’t reach his ears.

“sydney, where are we?” you look around.

“deep in the woods.” he tuts, pulling a hand out of his pocket to touch the stone table. “where people don’t venture. aside from members of the temple of course.”

“is...is this part of the temple?”

“maybe. who knows.” sydney walks, letting his hand feel the stone of the table. “do you want to know how i died?” he notices your shocked expression. “how i really died. i know you don’t believe that car accident bullshit.”

“i mean...none of us do. but no one would tell us the real details.” you swallow.

“the temple sacrificed me. to God apparently. they stabbed me multiple times. my chest, my legs, my stomach, below the waist.” you grimaced upon hearing that. “they needed a pure virgin, one who just had their chastity belt removed. and i thought brother jordan wanted to promote me or something. but no. he handed me off to those people.” his voice was dripping with bitterness and anger. “i guess i wasn’t pure enough. i wasn’t chosen by God.” he looks at you. his eyes were golden now.

“syd-sydney...” this was a dream. this wasn’t real. this was you trying to make up your mind in your subconscious, trying to rationalize sydney’s death. it was a simple car accident, nothing more.

“it wasn’t a car accident.” he walks towards you before bringing you into his embrace. he smells sweet, sickly. but there’s a hint of rottenness to him. a sickly scent of rotting flowers. he takes a deep breath, taking in your scent. “you know it wasn’t. and that is why you’re still grieving. why you feel such intense...sadness.”

“i...listen, i don’t like the temple but they wouldn’t do that. that’s against the law!” you try to pull away. his grip tightens and his hand moves to your arm, digging his fingers into your flesh.

“you have no idea what the temple is capable of, my love.” he whispers. he smiles but your body trembles seeing that his teeth were suddenly pointed, razor sharp.

when you wake up, you see a pair of amber eyes staring down at you. it disappears within a millisecond but you know the image will be burned in your head. screams suddenly filled your ears. not your screams but rachel’s.

when you enter her room, it’s in complete disarray. she has scratch marks on her face, her statue of a virgin saint was broken, it’s head clean off from the body. her holy crosses were broken and bent and on the wall, GOD ABANDONS was written in blood. ++ Trauma

later that day, you found that the handprint had gotten worse, adapting a more burnt look. when you touched it, your skin flared up and it was too painful for you to bear. on top of that, you had a scratch on your arm. you recognized it as where sydney had gripped onto you.

that’s when the haunting started.

you didn’t think hauntings happened in the summer. in the movies, it was always the winter when things were a little more depressing or even autumn.

first it started when things getting tossed, holy objects breaking. reginald was having a massive fit over it.

then you started seeing things. more vivid things. like that demon from your dreams, haunting you in real life.

you seemed to be the only one unaffected by the haunting. it was kind of nice, how you were left alone.

except when you went to the temple, an old monk started screaming at the sight of you. you horrified him. and you didn’t understand why.

not until brother jordan entered your home, called by reginald and his son. and he almost turned white when he saw you. “my child...” he whispers. “you...a shape is following you.”

since that day, you felt off in the worst way possible.

every little thing bothered you. you never had much of a temper but suddenly, you were throwing things, breaking things, punching the wall, yelling all the time.

you started blacking out too, waking up in an entirely different room. or apparently, eating raw meat from the fridge and somehow stomaching it. your behavior was starting to become strange and you were also losing sleep.

every night, you were haunted by a demon. the same demon that chased you in the woods. and one night, it finally got you, pinned you to the ground. you could only scream as it vomited all over you, covering you in a black, slick liquid.

suddenly, you were the one being tormented. your body burned, as if something inside of you was trying to escape. and your bruises and scratches got worse. eventually, reginald had you taken to the temple to talk to brother jordan, as ridiculous as it was.

“tell me, my child. are you pure?” jordan asks as you sit in the confession stand.

“pure?” you scoff. “in what way?”

“have you...are you a virgin?”

“no.” you sigh. “what’s the point anyways?”

“well, the unholy are known to prey upon those who have lost their innocence. and those who have lost their way by being...loose.”

“are you...are you calling me a slut?”

“no my child...i mean i guess, technically.”

“i knew it.” you storm out of the confession booth and out of the temple.

you felt hollow, like a puppet. someone was puppeteering you and controlling your body. you could feel relief every time the darkness washed over you. you wouldn’t have to be in this world at all.

“the child must be exorcised.” jordan sighs.

“are...are you serious?” your mom looked at him like he was absurd, out of his mind. but his face remained neutral. “no! no! i know i’m not that religious but this is taking it to an extreme-”

“when can we do it?” reginald says.

“whenever you guys are ready.” jordan folds his hands. “but you must be prepared for the possibility of death.”

your mother argued for days on end with reginald, screaming matches and all. ironically enough, this was the most peaceful it’s been for you.

your mom wanted to try other ways, ways that wouldn’t involve death. but as the days went on and your episodes got worse, it seemed your options were starting to dwindle.

“just do it.”

the two adults look at you.

you looked tired, worn out. super worn out. “(y/n), no. we can’t.” your mother shakes her head.

“do it and get it over with. if i die,” you shrug. “so be it. i’ve been meaning to get off this god forsaken earth since sydney died.”

jordan had you come over to the temple as soon as the approval went through. as he was walking the hallways with you, detailing the rite of exorcism. but he stopped, looking at something. you turned your head in the same direction.

you saw sydney, hair untied. his hair was back to his usual strawberry blonde. but he didn’t have his glasses. his temple robes were stained red with blood and he looked pale, deathly pale.

however, you didn’t see what jordan saw nor notice the shadow casted by sydney which revealed a different shape entirely.

you laid on the bed, wearing the temple robes. and as the chant started, you saw white.

you don’t know what happened. all you knew was that your body felt like it was on fire and you were being burned from the inside out.

when you looked down upon the bed, you had been tied up. you were struggling, growling, screaming in pain. you only sighed. “at least reginald, rachel, and james looks like they’re scared shitless.” you giggle before watching your body go limp. probably because it was tired.

“(y/n). there you are.” a familiar voice chimes. “i’ve been looking for you.” a hand places itself on your shoulder.

you turn around to see sydney. he looked different. his hair was black and his eyes were no longer amber, but golden. “sydney.” you smile. “can you believe this? it’s ridiculous! you think i will die?”

he smiles. “you already have.”

“that’s funny.” you laugh before looking back at the room. your smile disappeared as you heard shouting. your mother sounded furious and upset at the same time. she was pressing her ear to your chest. you couldn’t exactly hear what she was saying but you could read her lips.

(y/n)! (y/n), wake up! wake up sweetie! come on! wake up please!

your body was lifeless and you had no heartbeat, no pulse. it was already starting to get cold. everyone’s faces were pale as your mom screamed to get an ambulance.

you felt emptiness fill your body. suddenly, you felt cold and you began walking backwards. your breath was beginning to quicken.

you froze feeling a hard chest against your back. “sydney?” you whimpered.

you heard a sudden swoosh! sound and your eyes widened seeing black wings wrap around you. your eyes also glanced down upon feeling something wrap around your leg and it was...a tail? the devil’s tail.

“oh darling~” his hand gripped your face and turned it to look at him. you noticed black horns adorning his head and his razor sharp teeth. his nails were long (and digging into your face a bit) with his fingers being a charcoal black, as if he had burnt them on holy fire. +++ Corruption

your breath quickened. “no. no, no, no, no, no! this isn’t supposed to be real!” you yelled, trying to pull away. instead, you felt a searing pain in your face as his nails dug into his skin. “you’re not real!”

“i’m as real as they come.” he licks his lips. “i’ve been watching you for the past two years.” his face softens. “i’ve seen what my death has done. and then i thought, why don’t i make you...me? and then we can be together for eternity. i could claim your soul, slowly corrupt you. and then we can be demons together.”

“sydney! this is absurd!”

“is it though? the temple sacrificed me. and their sacrifice backfired.” he hisses. “i was forced to remain on temple grounds for half a year! haunting them! watching them move about their day after they lied about my death and made it seem like it was my fault! i’m sick of them! and then i saw you. you who i lusted for, desired after. and you were grieving me, avoiding home because of it. and i wanted to help you.” he uses his other hand to trace your chest using a long nail. “help you embrace your...true nature.”

“so...so you did this!” you exclaimed. “you were the thing haunting me? chasing me?”

“i also possessed you. though it was my first time. not horrible but not great either.”

“no! no! i won’t! i wo-won’t give in!” you squirmed.

“you have no choice my love.” sydney pulls your face in and kissed you on the lips.

his kiss burns. your whole body shakes and you feel yourself tremble with pain. you scream against his lips but its muffled. he continues kissing you and there’s more pain flaring up in your body. you particularly feel it in your head, your shoulder blades, and your tailbones.

sydney lets you go and you fall onto the ground, screaming and writhing in pain. you felt things moving under your skin, like worms or insects. “sy-sydney...help me...” you whimpered, tears blurring your sight.

you let out one last scream, which appears to rock the heavens and caused the whole temple to shake. you felt your skin burst and blood drip down your face, your back, and the back of your legs.

the pain subsided and you raised a shaking hand to feel this new weight on your head. your fingers traced the shapes. horns.

your back felt heavy until it was light as whatever it was unfurled. from the corner of your eyes, you could see it was wings.

and between your legs was a pointed tail. the devil’s tail.

your tongue glided across the bottom of your teeth which made you realize that your teeth had become sharp. you needed a mirror. but could you even see yourself in mirrors? or were you like a vampire where you couldn’t see your own reflection?

you shakily stood up, teetering backwards. sydney wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against his naked body. you realize you are naked too.

“you look divine my love~” sydney’s voice rings throughout the hallways. you feel your body relax. “so divine. i must have some.”

he presses a kiss to your lips against. it doesn’t burn but rather, it fills you up with something. it wasn’t divine. it was lust and you felt a warmth gather below your waist.

you melt into sydney’s arms and kiss him back, letting his wings wrap you once again.

he pulls away slightly, your noses touching. “my love,” he smiles. “you have passed. and you have been corrupted beyond repair.”

“it’s not so bad.” you moan.

“it feels good doesn’t it?” you nod. “good, good. the bad news is that since you died here, you are tied to the temple grounds for a bit. but the good news is that i won’t leave you until you can leave. i will stay by your side until you have manifested enough power to leave. and when you do, we shall dance in the depths of hell together and indulge in the sin of lust as the people burn.”

sydney smiles, revealing his sharpened teeth. his shadow grows and looms over you, covering you in darkness. his golden eyes glow in the darkness that surrounds you.

“shall we desecrate sacred ground?”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol sydney #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #dol sydney x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #female reader #ruby's horror au #horror au

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giggly-squiggily · 8 months

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You'll say more about lee!Dazai if prompted? Challenge accepted, my friend. 😈👀😂

Hang on to your Dazai plushies! >:3 Under the cut for length!

~Lee Dazai~

-SUCH a brat about it. He'll taunt Chuuya way more then usual. "Oh, you can't reach my neck? Poor wittle chibi~ Too small to tickle me~" "Sorry, but you have to be this tall to tickle me! *Puts hand an inch or so higher then Chuuya could reach- toe standing and all*" "Come on, little sheep- let's see if you can take on the big bad wolf~" He knows all the buttons to push to get the redhead riled up.

-With Kunikida it's literally just him being his authentic self. He might be additionally lazy when it comes to paperwork; might make paper airplanes out of extra documents and toss them at Kunikida's head or stack books up like a pyramid ala his "fort", and of course feeding Kunikida absolute nonsense to write in his notebook.

-With Atsushi; he just tickles him. Might give his sides the ol' "Poke and run" deal in hopes the weretiger will give chase (He will after the third and fourth time).

-I've said it before and I'll say it again; he CANNOT handle a direct "Do you want me to tickle you?"; he gets so flustered and shy about it! God help him if you tease him while tickling- he gets so whiny; lot's of "Noooo Staaaaaaps" while he's laughing (don't stop- he actually loves it akljerjajerjek)

-OH! If you call him out on loving it he gets so flustered and tries to hide ajerajkrjek either with his hands, the other person's shoulder/chest/wherever he can reach, or he'll try to flip over and hide into the ground. Does that leave some of his worst spots like his neck open? Yeah. Does he know this and does it anyway? Absolutely.

-His neck and armpits are really bad, but you know what? I think he's one of those people with really uncommon tickle spots too- the inside of his elbows for example! They take super light tickles to get him squirming but it can happen. Also his ankles- another spot for super light tickles. (My Sou Koku (?) brain is screaming; Chuuya likes to trace these spots when they cuddle cause Dazai's voice is all thick with sleep and he kinda whisper giggles and its just- *slams face into table ala muffled screaming*)

-HATES his feet touched- it's not even ticklish for him; it just makes his skin crawl. (It's better with socks on? Not great but not nearly as crawly) Chuuya learned this the hard way when he tickled Dazai's foot and got donkey-kicked in the jaw (He's okay- Dazai still feels bad about it)

-On the other hand though- he LOVES rib tickles. Super gentle ones are so comforting for him- he gets all soft and giggly, he even purrs! (If you do the same thing to Atsushi he'll scream aljrkjaerjaejrjke Not a bad scream but a quick: "AHH!" that startles people) Sharper ones will get him laughing up a storm; really he loves both!

-Post tickle- Dazai is beyond cute. He's kinda clingy if it's his S/O? Chuuya will tickle him and go to leave only to be pulled back into Dazai's arms with a "Noooo, stay~" He's always in a pretty good mood post tickle fights- laughing at everything and all genuine smiles. He's also fairly vengeful so be ready; he WILL tickle you back akjjkreajrkejj He's just one big goofball!

Thank you for indulging me, friend :)

#bsd #dazai osamu #tickle #tickle headcanons #I love Lee!Dazai so much akjerjajkerjakerjaej #he is a MOOD

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lipglossanon · 2 months

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When You’re With Me I’m Smiling

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Ark Thompson x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: cute fluff!, kissing, flirting, cheesy banter 🤭 Ark’s just a soft boy who I wanted to write ✍️

not proofread 👌 kinda came out of nowhere and wrote this in like an hour 🫣

Title from Lady by Styx 💜

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He’s quiet. Something you’ve come to appreciate the more you work with other agents. His friend Leon tends to be a smart ass on the best of days, so when Ark is the only one teaming up with you on projects (no sandy haired menace in sight), you can breathe a sigh of relief.

He works hard and keeps his head down, but also jumps into it when he needs to get his hands dirty. You tend to stick to the admin side of things, being the researcher and liaison for the missions you both take on for the agency. All in all (when you’re not able to work with Rebecca) Ark is your next choice on the roster.

It’s how you both end up working late nights, ordering Chinese takeout and comparing which 90’s boy band had the worst hair. This particular Friday evening is the great debate between 98° and LFO on who is least remembered.

“If it wasn’t for Nick Lachey marrying Jessica Simpson, no one would remember them,” Ark points out, spearing a piece of broccoli onto his fork and pointing it at you.

“Exactly,” you roll your eyes, reaching for the soy sauce, “they’re more recognized because of the association. No one in hell remembers LFO.”

Ark cracks a smile at you, tossing a fortune cookie at you, “Alright, I guess I can see your point. I only know the one song by them anyways.”

You gesture with your arm while closing your empty container, “Thank you. I deserve this win after you won against Justin’s ramen hair.”

“Two words: frosted tips,” he laughs as you flip him off and grab your fortune cookie.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you scrunch your nose, “why was that even a thing in the first place?”

He shrugs easily, leaning back into his chair, “Same reason tribal tattoos around the bicep were in style.”

You both make eye contact before cracking up loudly.

“God, I’m so happy some styles die out with time,” you giggle, standing up to toss your stuff into the trash.

Ark follows suit, walking with you out of the conference room to the nearby break room, recycling what needs to be and throwing away the rest.

“You doing anything this weekend?” He asks, stalling by the door until you’re finished as well.

You fall into step with him as you head over to your desks out in the bullpen.

“Binge some brain rotting television and clean my messy house,” you grin, shouldering him before stopping at your desk to grab your jacket and purse, “what about you?”

He hums and shuffles awkwardly as you slip your jacket on, “I was, uh, going to see if you wanted to meet up tomorrow sometime?”

You frown, “To work on the case?”

You watch as a blush colors the tips of his ears before sweeping down to his cheekbones. His brown eyes dart away and then back to you.

He clears his throat nervously, “Not exactly. I was wondering if you’d want to go out on a date?”

“Oh,” you draw up short, eyes taking in his flushed face and nervous uptic of his lips.

Nodding, you give him a shy smile, “Y-yeah that sounds nice. You have my number, right?”

His smile broadens until you can see a flash of teeth, “Yep, I’ve got it. I’ll call you tomorrow to hammer out the details?”

You laugh, “Maybe work on the sweet talk, huh?”

He flushes harder and rubs the back of his neck, “S-sorry, kinda nervous.”

Chest fluttering with butterflies, you link your arm with his and walk over to his desk.

“We can work on it.”

Stopping to grab some files from his work area, Ark walks with you out into the company parking garage.

“See you tomorrow,” you press a quick kiss to his cheek, “drive safe.”

Smiling bashfully, he rubs the skin you pressed your lips against, “You too.”

By the next afternoon, Ark calls and invites you to try out a new Italian place that Leon swears is the best. Much to your surprise, it’s actually authentic and delicious. You both spend the next couple of hours chatting over pasta and bread, work being completely off the table as a topic. After learning that Ark has never been to the local malt shop (who knew they even still existed!), you convinced him to make that your next stop.

Now, milkshakes in hand, you walk along the pavement to the nearby park, the late evening sun casting long shadows. Coaxing Ark to sit on a bench, you sit thigh to thigh, sharing bites of your cold treats until you’re both giggling and sharing sticky sweet kisses. Sitting your empty cups to the side, Ark takes your face in his calloused hands and presses the softest of kisses to your cold lips.

“I’m glad you agreed to go out with me,” he murmurs in the small space between your mouths, “I’ve been crushing on you for months.”

Your eyes light up, giddy excitement bubbling in your chest, “Really? I never picked up on it.”

Ark grins, thumb coming up to tug your bottom lip down, “Kept it close to the chest, didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You melt into him a little, nipping his thumb before leaning in to kiss him more firmly than before. Losing track of time, the sound of cicadas alerts you to the late time when Ark finally pulls away from you, lips looking bee stung and swollen (you’re sure you don’t look much better).

“Let’s get you home,” his voice comes out rough, sending chill bumps skating across your skin.

Holding hands from the park to his car, he only lets go to help hold open the door for you to get in before climbing into the driver's seat and taking your hand up once more. He randomly kisses your knuckles as he drives, shooting you soft little smiles that make your heart beat fast. Making it back to your apartment, Ark walks you all the way up to your door.

“I had a really wonderful time,” you bite your bottom lip, feeling a little zing at the soreness you feel from your earlier make out.

“I did, too,” he rumbles, eyes dropping to your mouth before flicking back up to your eyes, “can I kiss you goodnight?”

“Please,” you breathe out, hands reaching around to tease the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck when he leans down into your space.

With a soft groan, he kisses you deeply, tongue licking past your swollen lips to rub against yours. You eagerly suck on the slick muscle as your nails scrape against the base of his skull. A deep hum echoes from his chest making you press the dough of your thighs together. He pulls away, resting his forehead against your temple as you both catch your breaths.

“I’ll call you when I get home?” The last word lilts upward as in a question and you smile, stepping back to your door.

“I’d like that,” you murmur happily.

He grins, boyish and charming, “Alrighty. Have a goodnight.”

He dips back in for a quick kiss to your cheek and leaves back to the elevators. You quickly unlock your door and slip inside. Once you’ve shut and locked it back, you slump against the hardwood with a sigh. Feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl, you laugh out loud and press a hand to your lips.

Seems like Ark might take the top spot as your favorite partner to work with from here on out.

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #ark thompson #ark thompson x fem!reader #ark thompson x reader #Ark Thompson x you #resident evil survivor au #resident evil fic #fluff #fem!reader #resident evil au #resident evil fanfiction #don’t ask what this is cause I have no idea lmao

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