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4ln-stay8 · 5 months

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>summary: Lando was late for a game session with his friends due to picking you up

>author’s notes: I hope this isn’t as bad as I think it is

>warnings: idk some assumptions, some ignoring, some fluff at the end

Lando had promised Max that he'd join their gaming session and stream with their friends that evening. They had all been looking forward to it, but he found himself running late because you, his secret girlfriend, had called him in a rush. You needed a ride from your work to your university for your evening classes.

"Hi guys! Sorry I'm late" said the brown curly haired man

Lando finally joined the stream, but Max couldn't help but ask, "Lando, where were you? We had to start without you."

Lando sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "Sorry, Max. Sunshine needed a ride to her university, and she was in a hurry. She acts like such a spoiled brat sometimes, you know? She thinks I'm her personal chauffeur and that I'll be wherever she wants whenever she wants like I don't actually have anything else to do. She has a car and a driving license yet she still bothers me."

'Sunshine' was the code name they gave you for whenever they wanted to talk about you without people snooping in their business, and it worked.

Everyone knew about 'Sunshine' but no one knew the mystery identity of 'Sunshine'. Everyone knew she was Lando's girlfriend but no one knew anything about her. No one knew your name, your age, anything, and both you and Lando loved that!

Unknown to Lando, you've been discreetly watching the stream from your class, hurt by his comment. Did he really think that you were a spoiled brat? Does he really think that you see him as your personal driver?

You didn't wanted to be seen like that. That wasn't you! You never called him to pick you up just because you didn't want to take the bus or walk to university. You only asked him to pick you up when you were in a hurry and you were running late, and that wasn't often.

You have a driving license but due to the very busy neighbourhood your work was situated in you never took your car. To find a parking space there was nearly impossible and you would have to wait a while to actually find a spot which would result in you being late for work.

When your classes ended, you decided not to call Lando for a ride as you had agreed upon. He insisted that you would call him when you were done for the day so he could pick you up. After a while you agreed to call him, but now you weren't gonna do that. Instead, you walked home, and as luck would have it, the rain started pouring down.

Back at yours and Lando's place, thunder echoed as he anxiously checked the time. Realizing that your class had ended, he started to worry. It's been nearly 40 minutes since the class ended and there was no sign from you. He checked his phone at least 5 times but there was nothing there from you.

He said goodbye to the boys as he decided to leave the stream and go outside the gaming room and call you to see where you were. As he did that he heard the front door closing. Walking towards the entrance, he was met by his drenched girlfriend.

"Why didn't you call me, Y/N? I was worried sick!" Lando exclaimed, his worry turning into relief at seeing you safe.

You, avoiding eye contact, replied, "I didn't want to bother you or act like a spoiled brat who treats you like her personal driver,"

You looked at him, your eyes filled with a mix of hurt and determination, before turning away and leaving him standing in the hallway, his heart heavy with regret.

You walked into your shared bedroom, walking to the closet to find some dry clothes as you were wet and cold. Lando followed you like a lost puppy trying to find some words.

Lando sighed, realizing the unintended consequence of his words. "Y/N, it's not like that. I do want to help."

With a bitter tone and without even looking at him you told him "I appreciate it but I don't want to make you late for gaming with the boys" you said sarcastically and walked in the bathroom to take a hot shower.

He went to the kitchen to make you some tea so you could warm up even more, and something to eat, hoping that this would also make you a little less mad at him.

Around 20 minutes later, you walked out of the shower, dressed in some of Lando's clothes. You were mad at him but you won't deny that his clothes were more comfortable and warmer than yours.

You sat ok the bed scrolling on your phone while you snuggled in the blanket trying to get more warm. On the other room Lando was warming the tea, making a plate of food for you to eat.

He put them on a tray, picked it up and walked to your shared bedroom. He knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

“I brought you something to eat and some tea to warm up a little more” he whispered

You rolled your eyes at him trying not to give in and forgive him so quickly. “Thanks” you whispered as well, standing up a little and taking the tray from his hands.

“Look baby, I’m really sorry for what I said. I swear I didn’t mean it!” He whispered, his eyes pleading for forgiveness

“Am I really a bother to you? If I am I won’t ask you to pick me up again. Be honest!” you whispered avoiding his eyes, scared of his answer

“Of course you are not a bother to me, my love! I would come pick you up from the other side of the world if I had to! I swear baby I didn’t mean it! I was just annoyed because the traffic was bad when I got back! I am really sorry! Please forgive me!” He said, regret present in his voice

“I forgive you, but please don’t do say that again” you said, hurt still lingering in your voice

Even though you didn’t wanted to give in too easily, the tone in his voice made you break. You could feel how sorry he was for what he said, and after all he was your boyfriend and you loved him, so you did gave in.

“I swear I will never say anything like this again! What can I do to make it up to you?” the british man said desperately

“Just come and cuddle me, I’m still cold from the rain” you said putting the tray away and opening your arms

“Gladly!” He whispered and jumped on his side of the bed to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

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steviebears · 2 years

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Could you do an Eddie munson x reader smut where the reader is Joyce’s daughter and Joyce finds out they have been having sex and is worried about her because she has only heard bad things about Eddie through Johnathan and will

omg 🥺this is so cute anon thank you!

edit: i just realized you wanted smut IM SORRY

GENRE: fluff, we all need it

WARNING: fem!reader, implied smut, protective Jonathan

Joyce watches, shocked, as the long haired boy falls from your window, buckling his belt with a dazed smile on his way out to leave in his beat up van.

She knew you were grown now, and even though you were the eldest of her children, your choices still worried her. Especially after what Jonathan said.

Joyce was acting odd the next morning. You had left early for work so she was left with Jonathan for a late breakfast.

"What is it mom, you've been staring at your eggs with that look on your face for the past five minutes." Jonathan questions her, taking another bite of potatoes.

"I saw the weirdest thing last night and I just don't know what to make of it." Jonathan perks up at that. Considering the things known to happen in this town, he was interested.

"What did you see?"

"Well, I don't know if I should say." She cared about your privacy, she really did, but maybe Jonathan knew something about this mystery boy. Jonathan just gives her a 'tell me' look, and she breaks.

"I saw a boy leaving Y/n's bedroom window last night." Jonathan drops his fork.

"What?" Despite being your younger brother, the boy was pretty protective of you.

"Who was it?" He straightens his posture.

"I don't know! Some guy, long hair and he left in this old van." Jonathan shut his eyes, instantly knowing who it was. He knew you two had been friendly in the past, and he certainly did not approve.

"It's Eddie Munson." Jonathan sighs, rubbing his eyes. Now, Jonathan would never interfere with your life. He had his worries just like any brother, but you were an adult and he knew he shouldn't say anything to you. That didn't apply to Joyce, though. Jonathan told Joyce about Eddie, most of the things he'd heard about the guy. He tried to put it lightly but there isn't exactly a good way to say he was a drug dealer.

Will was a different story. He thought Eddie was cool, but even he wouldn't approve of him dating his own sister.

Joyce stood by your door contemplating what to say. Eventually she knocked.

"Y/n?" She called out.

"Uh- yeah one second mom!" You and Eddie immediately broke away from eachother, looking at one another in panic before you instructed him to get in your closet.

"Okay come in!" She opens the door gently and shuts it behind her, making you nervous. Did you do something wrong? She sits on your bed next to you, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"I wanted to talk to you about... something I saw the other night." She shifts in her spot and avoids eye contact.

"There was a boy- Eddie Munson? I saw him leaving your bedroom window and you know, looked like you two were getting... pretty close." Your face gets hot as you remember that night, the fact that your mom was talking to you about this was immensely embarrassing especially in front of Eddie. You could practically see his smile from behind the closet door.

"And I just don't think it's a great idea, neither does Jonathan. This guy he's- not exactly a golden boy I hear?" You were going to kill Jonathan for ratting out Eddie.

"Mom, trust me. He and I- we trust each other and I know he would never hurt me. Jonathan would kill him if he did, you know that." You were right and Joyce knew she had to loosen the reins.

"Okay. But, you guys are being safe right? Because the last thing you need is-" You can almost hear Eddie's snickering and the hot feeling in your face is killing you.

"Yes! Yes, mom." She smiles and looks like she remembers one more thing.

"Oh, but make sure you go pee after because-" At that, a fit of commotion is heard from the closet. She looks there, then back at you. She gives you a 'is he here?!' look and gets up. Joyce is very surprised to see a tall lanky man with crazy hair fall out of the closet.

"Jesus Y/n!" She looks at you with a mom look and back to Eddie who was desperately trying to bite back his smile. It didn't work and his pearly whites were on full display.

"Use the front door next time. No more sneaking in." She sighs as you have your smiling face in your hands.

"Yes ma'am." He says before laughing, causing her to roll her eyes- the smallest of grins on her face.

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chaepink · 6 months

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DAY 8: 7 MINUTES IN HELL | RUINED ORGASM

tanjiro is just so innocent and adorable that you can't help be mean to him when the two of you are paired up for 7 minutes in heaven

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ tanjiro kamado x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, mean!reader, shy!virgin!tanjiro, dom/sub dynamics, praise, dacryphilia, begging, hand job (in a cramped closet), ruined orgasm, mention of drinking, college au, 7 minutes in heaven

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 2.5k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

It was supposed to be a harmless party. You only went there for the food and for some fun with your friends, not to flirt or hookup with anyone. But when one of your friends dragged you to a crowd of people, telling you that they were playing 7 minutes in heaven, you were too tipsy to say no.

So here you are, sitting in a circle with some strangers and friends as the glass bottle in the middle spins around to decide which two people would go into a closet and do who knows what.

Minutes pass as the first pair gets chosen which turns out to be one of your friends and her crush. Good for her, you think, watching as they make their way towards the closet designated for this game.

Seven minutes pass and you hear an alarm ring to signal the end of the first pair.

You grimace a little when you see two people exit the closet, the girl giggling and the guy smirking at his friends with a hand around her waist. You see them leave the room and your mind immediately assumes they're going to fuck later.

Maybe you should leave the game, you're not really looking for a hookup at the moment nor a significant other.

"andddd the next pair is [name] and tanjiro! Please make your way towards the closet over there."

You snap out of your train of thought and widen your eyes, your head snapping towards the middle. You weren't expecting to be chosen so early in the game, especially with such a huge group playing.

Normally the person you usually get paired up with isn't your type, which ends up with the two of you just sitting in the closet in awkward silence as the seven minutes count down.

But as you look up from the bottle in the middle take a look at tanjiro, you can't help but think he's rather cute with his face already bright red, pretty eyes, and stuttered replies to his friends' teasing.

You remember seeing him around a few times as well as in a few of your classes at the back of the room by himself. He's always either reading a book or typing on his laptop.

The one time you two were paired up for a class project he was still quiet but weirdly enough, he avoided your eye contact whenever you were talking to him and throughout the whole project, he was all red and stuttering. You assumed that he didn't like social interaction and that's why he was acting so weird with you.

Even now, you haven't even realized that he was at the same party as you.

As you stand up, you see him sneaks a glance at you and he only turns even redder when he notices that you've caught him looking at you. To ease his nerves, you offer him a small smile which he quickly turns away from.

Your friends loudly cheer you on and you can only laugh at them, rolling your eyes at how drunk they are.

You make your way to the designated closet and open it to find a dimly lit room. You sit on the floor, patiently waiting for tanjiro. The strong smell of alcohol floods your nose and you slightly cringe.

Seconds pass and a small thought in your head wonders if tanjiro is actually going to enter or not. It would be awkward enough for you two to just sit here in silence but it would be even worse if he didn't come in at all and you were left to spend all seven minutes in here alone.

Your thoughts get interrupted by a quiet knock and a certain squeaky voice asking a question.

"Can i- Can i c-come in?" There's a slight pause and before you can answer, you hear the same voice speak again . "P-Please?"

You giggle at his cute mannerism and the way he nicely asked to enter.

"Yes tanjiro, you can come in." From outside the door, tanjiro feels his heart beat faster at the way his name came from your mouth. Even though you said it rather normally, it was the fact he heard you, his crush, say his name.

The door opens and you see Tanjiro enter, noticing the faint blush still on his face and the nervous expression that he has on.

He shuts the door and hesitates where to sit on the floor before he opts to sit side to side with you—far enough so that he hopes you wouldn't feel uncomfortable but still rather close due to how little room the closet offered.

The two of you just sit there in awkward silence as you take glances at the boy from the corner of your eyes. You notice him blush a little and let out a nervous cough before turning his head to look away from you, leading you to realize he may have noticed you looking at him.

"Oh sorry." You curse at yourself for embarrassing yourself like that before you quickly regain your composure. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, of course. Like we can do what we're doing right now and sit here in silence the entire time."

You notice him cringe at the mention at how, instead of doing what you're normally supposed to do during 7 minutes of heaven, the two of you are just sitting here in silence.

But its not as if tanjiro thinks he has the guts himself to even do anything with you in this closet. He's sure he'll make a fool out of himself if he even tried to talk to you!

You realize what you just said and widen your eyes. You place a hand between the two of you as you lean your face closer to him to apologize. Tanjiro has to hold back a shiver when he feels your body coming closer.

"I didn't mean it like that it's just-"

You can't find anything else to say as words die on your tongue but soon your eyes start to roam his body, noticing the way he's sitting. His right knee is pressed against his chest as his left is straightened across the floor, leading you to notice the rather obvious bulge in his pants.

"Holy shit are you hard right now?"

You notice him freeze up before quickly bringing his left knee to his chest, covering his bulge from you.

"N-No."

Even with the dim light, you're sure your vision didn't betray you. You lean even closer to him, the alcohol in you only giving you more confidence. You grin at the blush on his face.

"Don't try to hide it, i'm sure i saw correctly Tanjiro." Deciding to have a little fun with him, you move to whisper into his ear.

"You know, i can help you if you want." Tanjiro shivers at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear as he tries to silence a whimper but you hear it anyways.

He squeezes his legs together and covers his face with his arms.

"Please." You barely hear the small plea he lets out but you grin when you realize what he's begging for.

"Please what, hm?" You tilt your head at him in feign confusion. He slowly raises his head to look at you with a flushed face and tears in his eyes.

"Please help me, it hurts."

Something in you yells for you to absolutely make those tears in his eyes fall and you coo at him as you begin to crawl towards him, leading him to quickly move backwards and into a wall.

You have him backed against a wall as he squeezes his eyes shut, avoiding your stare yet again. His legs are slightly open and you use your hands to push them apart, exposing his his bulge to you.

Your hand ghosts over the bulge, making him gasp.

"When did you get this, huh? Did i cause this?" He nods slowly and you tap his cheek with your other hand. "Words, baby. I can't do anything if I don't know what you're thinking about."

Tanjiro whines at the pet name as he slowly opens his mouth to answer.

"Y-Yes." Your heart swells at how adorable he's being as you ghost over the bulge again.

"That means i have to fix it, doesn't it? Since i caused it in the first place."

He immediately widens his eyes and looks at you. Before he could say anything, you place your full hand on the bulge and squeeze. Tanjiro throws a hand over his mouth to muffle the moan he let out but you quickly shove the hand away with a 'tsk'.

"I wanna hear how good im making you feel, tanjiro. Let out your noises for me, alright?" Tanjiro can only open his mouth but nothing comes out, the words he was going to say dying on his tongue.

So he nods. He awaits another squeeze but instead your hand trails up his pants and grips the waist of his pants, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"Be a good boy and take this off, yeah?" You don't have to say it twice as Tanjiro rushes to follow your command, quickly unzipping his pants and shimmying out of it before haphazardly throwing it somewhere in the cramped closet. Then he sits back down in front of you, eyes wide and waiting for your next order.

His obedience and rush to follow your commands only spurs you on even more.

Your eyes rake his body and you watch as Tanjiro turn shyer after realizing how he just acted. Your eyes trail from his red face to his still covered chest and down to his crotch where the bulge is still visible.

Squinting your eyes a little, you're able to make out a small wet patch on his underwear where his dick is. God, is he so pathetic.

You lazily trail your nail up and down his dick, a mere thin material separating you from where you know Tanjiro wants you the most.

Sure you could just make him cum right then and there but of course, whats the fun in that?

A sly grin appears on your face.

"You're already so hard and I've barely really done anything, isn't that right?" You can't help but laugh, making Tanjiro turn red in shame and embarrassment.

"What? It's almost like you're a virgin or something." Tanjiro halts at that and his reaction makes realization dawn on you. Oh.

"Shit, are you actually a virgin?" You raise your eyebrows when Tanjiro shyly nods. But weirdly enough, you don't mind that he's a virgin. Something in you screams for you to absolutely ruin him.

"If thats so," you murmur at him. "Then don't worry, i'll make you feel good."

Without hesitation, you slip his dick out of his underwear, revealing it to the cold air which makes Tanjiro shiver. You notice how red it is, most likely from how uncomfortable it was in his pants. Wrapping a hand around it, you watch as pre drips from the tip and down. Slowly, you begin to pump his dick up and down.

Tanjiro chokes on his spit as the sudden shock of pleasure. The tightness and warmth of your hand and the way you're squeezing his dick has him throwing his head back against the wall. His jaw goes slack at the addicting feeling. He's masturbated before but nothing can compare to how you're stroking and touching his dick.

Soon enough, whines and moans—all coming from him—fill the room. It's not long till you begin to speed up, your thumb rubbing his tip and gathering the pre that escaped from the top.

The contrast of your softness before and your demeanor now has his head spinning.

"O-Oh god."

"How's it feel, Tanjiro?" You say, teasingly. Sure his adorable noises that are loud enough for someone outside the door to hear tell you enough about how he's feeling but you think it'll be cute if he tries to tell you verbally.

"It f-feels so good. Please- ah! Please! K-Keep going.."

He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his hand to keep his noises quiet. You notice small tears threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes.

"Let those tears fall, Tanjiro. I want to see you cry from how good you're feeling."

He feels something weird stirring in his stomach at that. Something inside him wants to listen to your orders, to have you praise him. So when the pleasure continues to rack up his body, he feels those tears falling down his face. You feel him begin thrusting into your fist eagerly and you coo at him. His dick begins to leak out even more pre, coating your hand in the substance.

"So eager, aren't you?" He nods rapidly, preferring not to say anything in fear on embarrassing him due to just the amount of noises escaping him. The room floods with the wet sound of your hand against his dick. It sounds so lewd that Tanjiro lets out a whimper.

"Such a good boy."

The feeling in his stomach grows bigger and its almost like a coil about to snap. He feels the need to tell you.

"[N-Name] please! I'm so c-close pleasepleaseplease-"

He speeds up his thrusting, wanting so bad to get to his high. It feels so close yet so far but when you suddenly lift your hand off his throbbing dick, his orgasm suddenly feels too far. The loss of warmth around his dick hits him before the lack of pleasure does and he's quick to snap his eyes open to look at you.

He panics at the feeling of his orgasm fading away and he quickly grabs your hand.

"W-Wait please!"

You click your tongue in displeasure, making Tanjiro instantly drop your hand. You admire the sight in front of you. His hair is ruffled up, button up shirt stained a little from his cum, and dick out and hard. The position he's in looks so sinful with his legs spread out to show his whole body to you.

"[Name] why did you stop!" He cries out, feeling his dick throb. It's so hard it hurts. "I-I was so close!"

You only give him a small smile. "You haven't been keeping track of the time have you?"

He doesn't get it but then it hits him, the game you two have been playing. Though before he could say anything else, he hears a voice shout from outside.

"7 minutes is up!"

He stares at you in shock. Did you know that it was almost time and that's why you teased him like that? Realization dawns on him, you're so mean.

"Did you-" You slightly shrug but the grin on your face gives it away. You knew that time was almost up and so you gave him the pleasure of a handjob only to rip away the feeling at the last second. You gave him a glimpse of what actual pleasure feels like and left him addicted and wanting more.

Tanjiro can only stare when you stand up to brush off your pants. "Well you heard them, time's up."

You grin at him and make your way towards the door, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. But before you leave him in the closet, you decide to tease him just a little more.

"Find me after this party, alright? Maybe next time we can do something longer than 7 minutes."

And then you shut the door, leaving Tanjiro blushing red and hoping to run into you later again. Sure, you're mean. But he realizes how much he loves it when you are.

note: lol this is so unrealistic cause this is def longer than 7 minutes. its fiction tho

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midnightsnyx · 4 days

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girl at home | mat barzal | part 9

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, not edited word count: 2.1k authors note: i am back with a little less brain!! (literally) it took me a bit to start writing again cause I had some slowness on my right side so I wasn't quite up to writing. BUT i hope you guys like p9 and thank you so much for the continuous love on this story <3 the first bit is marlee's POV and after the * it's back to readers pov. hope u all like & pls lmk what you think <3

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MARLEE

Marlee Jones loved her job. It was something she took pride in; helping bring new lives into the world and being there for all the mamas. Of course there were always the hard days, the days that made her hug Stella a little tighter when she got home from a shift. Her job had its ups and downs, but at the end of the day, she wouldn’t want to do anything else.

So, her panic is warranted when she comes across a certain patient file. She wasn’t looking for it, but when her eyes caught the name and there weren’t any other people nearby, she couldn’t help herself. It’s against HIPAA, and if anybody found out, she would be fired without question but she slipped the file in between a couple others and walked to a random supply closet. She closed and locked the door behind her before pulling the file out and opening it. Her eyes quickly scanned the pages, the words Hysterical Pregnancy making her heart race. She had to double check the name on the file twice, before believing it.

She knew that someone would notice the missing file, so she quickly found a printer and copied the pages, tucking them in her tote bag and putting the file exactly where it was.

Nobody would know.

Your first instinct is to calm Marlee down. Her panicking is making you panic and at least one of you needs to keep a straight head. You’re trying to let her words sink in without letting your mind go down a rabbit hole. You need to see all the facts before letting yourself do that.

“Marlee,” you reach out to grab her shaking hands. “What happened?”

She looks up at you and takes a deep breath. “I can’t- I can’t tell you the details but she’s not pregnant. She lied, and it’s already caused so much damage between you, and Mat and Liana… and Nora.” She pulls her hands away from yours and buries her face in them.

You decide not to remind her that Mat already fucked things up before Calista dropped the baby bomb on him because she knows that. Focus on one disaster at a time.

Calista lied about being pregnant. Mat doesn’t know this, and even if you try to tell him, you have no idea how he’ll react. Really, it’s none of your business and you can very well go on with your life because Mat has let you know loud and clear what his feelings are. He wants Calista in his life despite you not wanting her in Nora’s life. He technically has no rights, no say in what happens but when he first found out about her and asked to be in her life, you’d so desperately wanted to let him.

“How long can she pull off this lie until he finds out the truth?” you ask quietly and she lifts her head from her hands.

“Depends,” she mumbles.

“On what?”

“How deep she has him pulled into her fantasy.”

. . .

You let Nora spend a little more time with Stella, mainly wanting her to burn as much energy from the sugar high she’s on from the ice-cream. She’s sleepy when you buckle her in her carseat and you’re pretty sure she’s asleep but she mumbles something and you look to see her looking at you with droopy eyes.

“What was that?” you ask softly.

She looks down, avoiding eye contact with you which is worrisome.

“Do you think Mat would want to see me?” she whispers. “Without her?”

She obviously doesn’t need to clarify who she's referring to and it breaks your heart that a six-year-old has to worry about things like this.

“I can ask,” you tell her, unsure why she wants to see him suddenly. “You don’t have to go see Mat if you don’t want to, baby.”

By now, you’re pulling into your driveway so you can turn the jeep off and turn to give her your full attention. She still won’t look at you so you reach out and tap on her leg until she looks up.

“I want to,” she says but doesn’t elaborate so you don’t push.

“Okay, I’ll call him tomorrow.”

She just nods and starts to unbuckle her seatbelt so you get out and help her. She doesn’t complain when you carry her inside, helping her change into pajamas and brush her teeth. When she asks if she can watch a movie before bed, you don’t have the heart to deny her, even though it’s close to her bedtime so you set her up on the couch and put her favorite movie on. She’ll be out like a light in less than twenty minutes so while you’re waiting, you grab your phone and pull up Mat’s contact. Your finger hovers over the call option but you’re not sure you want to talk to him over the phone so you go into your text messages instead. The last messages between the two of you were when you last met up and even then they were short and to the point which makes this text easily simple.

To Mat: Nora wants to see you.

You lay your phone on the counter and get a glass of water while waiting for his response. You’re unnecessarily nervous, mainly because you are expecting him to start an argument the moment you tell him that Nora doesn’t want Calista to be there. You don’t even feel comfortable letting Mat see her because of what he said, but you can’t turn her request down. Not when she was so adamant about not wanting to see him, and out of the blue deciding that she does.

When you check on Nora while waiting for a response, she’s asleep so you pick her up and carry her to bed. You spend a minute just watching her after you’ve tucked her in. You’re desperate to see what’s going on in that little head of hers.

Just as you walk back to the kitchen, your phone buzzes and you freeze. Maybe messaging Mat tonight was a bad idea, and you should’ve just waited until tomorrow. It’s too late now though so you walk over and look to see Mat’s name and an unread message.

From Mat: ok

From Mat: when?

It bothers you, how nonchalant he’s acting after everything that’s happened. This is about Nora though, so you take a breath and try to decide on a date.

To Mat: Sunday?

From Mat: ok

You want to scream at him and take back the offer but remind yourself again that Nora explicitly asked to see him and it’s her decision to make.

So, you set up a place and time and tell him that she doesn’t want to see Calista. You expect him to argue, but he responds with another simple ok, and that’s that.

. . .

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Marlee asks, crossing her arms and glaring at Mat who’s sitting on a bench at the park you agreed to meet at. The two of you are standing outside her jeep, stalling a little before going over there.

Nora asked if Stella could come to the park too and Marlee was pulling out of her driveway before you could finish asking. You’re a little worried that she’s going to yell at Mat, but you figure with the kids there, she will contain herself unless he says something out of line.

“Nora asked to see him,” you remind her but she just grumbles something under her breath.

You’re ready to get this over with so you open the door and let Nora and Stella climb out of the jeep. Normally, they would race to the playground but Nora is hesitating, glancing over to where Mat is. He hasn’t noticed that you’re here yet which is good, because you are about five seconds away from just putting the kids back in and driving away.

Nora sighs quietly before walking over to Mat. You and Marlee hang back a little but Stella grabs her hand and sticks close to her.

When Mat sees her, his face lights up and for a second, you want to forgive him so everything can go back to how it was before. You can’t though, not when what he said is still so fresh and not when you know about Calista’s lies.

“Hey peanut,” he says softly, staying seated while Nora stands in front of him, looking down and scuffing her shoe on the gravel. He looks at you when she doesn’t say anything but you just shrug even though you’re confused. You’re about to ask Nora if she wants to just go to the playground when she breaks her silence.

“Are you not my daddy?” she asks quietly and it takes you off guard. You had this conversation with her, assuring her that Calista was lying but she must want to hear it from Mat.

“What?” he asks, looking at you before turning his attention back to her.

“Calista told me that you’re not my daddy,” she says more firmly, finally looking up at him. Her arms are crossed and she’s glaring at him. You’d be impressed if you weren’t so worried about what Mat may say.

His mouth opens and closes a couple times and he looks like a fish out of water. He looks at you again, as if he’s expecting you to step in but you just raise an eyebrow at him as if to say I told you so.

“I think she was confused-” he begins to say which is absolutely the wrong thing to say because it sets Nora off.

She stomps her foot and her glare hardens. “No! She said that mommy lied and that you’re not really my daddy. She told me that I don’t have a daddy.”

Before he can say anything, she’s storming off toward the playground, Stella chasing after her.

“Do I need to say I told you so?” you ask sharply, now that the kids are out of hearing range.

“You just did,” he mumbles and Marlee, who has been quiet up until now, steps towards Mat.

“You’re a piece of work,” she snaps and Mat looks at her confused.

“Excuse me?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” she says, and you’re more than happy to let her say what’s on her mind.

“You’re letting your girlfriend tell your daughter that you’re not her father, and instead of comforting Nora, you’re trying to defend your girlfriend!”

For a moment, you’re scared Marlee is going to get angry enough that she’ll tell him the truth about Calista, but she takes a deep breath and turns away to go to where the girls are playing. You watch her walk over until she reaches them before turning back to Mat.

He’s staring at the ground and you don’t know why you’re still standing here but you guess you’re just waiting for Mat to say something.

“I fucked up,” he eventually mumbles and you scoff.

“When did you come to that brilliant conclusion?”

There’s the tiniest part of you that wants to bring up Calista, just to see if he’ll tell you anything but you’re not sure you’re in the mood to hear about her. Not when you know the truth.

“Liana is mad at me,” he tells you, which is news, because you thought she was just angry at you.

“I can’t imagine why.”

You look back at Nora, smiling when you see her laughing. She looks more like herself, rather than the gloomy kid she’s been the past couple days since she asked to see Mat. Like she got what was bothering her off her tiny shoulders.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Mat doing the same but his smile isn’t as real. If you weren’t still angry at him, you’d feel bad but you can’t let go of what he said and the fact that he tried again to defend Calista.

“She’s a good kid,” he says softly and you hum in agreement.

“Did you know?” he asks, “that she was going to say that?”

“No,” you tell him. It’s not a lie - she didn’t tell you why she wanted to see Mat, and you didn’t want to push.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but you shake your head and look directly at him.

“Sorry isn’t going to fix it this time. Marlee was right, instead of apologizing to Nora, who deserves to hear that more than me, you won’t stop making excuses for Calista,” you tell him. “I don’t know what you’re expecting from Nora and I, but sorry isn’t the answer.”

He frowns, but nods, seemingly accepting your response. You leave it at that and walk over to where Nora, Stella, and Marlee are, grinning when your daughter reaches for you. She hugs you when you pick her up and when you look back at the bench Mat was sitting at, he’s already gone.

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mommypieck · 11 months

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༺ ♱ ༻ aot threesome - 8/10

✿ sasha x reader x mikasa

"so you have never been with a girl?" sasha asks, chewing on her chips. mikasa just shrugs, taking off her tank top so that she can slide under the covers.

"no, only with guys." she says, taking one chip from the bowl in front of her.

"you seem like a girl with loads of experience." you chime in, side eyeing both of the girls. you aren't sure how you got to this topic but just speaking about it excites you.

"ive been with a guy once." mika says, avoiding contact with you.

"and have you cum?" sasha asks, smile playing on her lips. mika just shrugs but doesn't answer.

"shut up, he haven't." sasha screams, laughing in process. mika throws a pillow at her to shush her up. you look at them with an idea in your head.

"what if we just... went down on each other?" you suggest. the idea is crazy but you can't deny you haven't been dreaming about this.

"are you serious?" mika asks as she stops all of her movement. sasha also stills but it takes her a moment to smile.

"let's do this." she says, "are you in?" mikasa looks unsure but she nods after a while.

you kneel in between mika's legs, stroking your fingers over your dripping pussy. she looks beautiful like this, legs spread open and face blushes. you lower your lips so that you can gaze your tongue over her slit. she shakes under your touch, but encourages you to continue. you flatten your tongue on her core, licking up and down on her slit.

"try sucking on her clit." sasha suggests, brushing your hair off your face. you smile up at her with your face still in between mika's thighs. you softly suck on her clit and you eyes go wild when she starts squirming on the bed.

"i wanna taste you too." sasha whines, getting behind you to caress your butt and thighs. you arch your back at her as a sign that she can get what she wants.

"good girl." she whispers before diving in between your thighs. you yelp when her tongue touches your clit for the first time. it's a foreign sensation but it's far from now enjoyable.

"please more." mikasa moans from under you, grabbing your hair desperately to force your head in to her pussy again. you lap at her cunt again but it's hard to concentrate when sasha eats you out like her life depends on it. you can almost feel your head spinning from all the pleasure you're receiving and from mika's moans.

you whine in disapproval when sasha stands up behind you.

"i think you're ready for something different." she chuckles before running up to her closet to get something. your eyes go wide when you notice a large dildo in her hands.

"that's too big. i won't be able to take it." you stutter out, looking at her with scared expression. she leans down to kiss your back, "don't worry. im gonna make you take it."

she rubs her fingers over your entrance, pushing one of them in. you moan from the stretch but your noises are quickly muffled by mika's pussy. she gives you an angry pout and it makes you only eat her out harder.

sasha adds another finger and soon her whole hand is dripping in your juices.

"i think she's read." mikasa says, looking down at both of you. you feel that she's close by the way she's breathing. she bites her lip and pinches her nipple, encouraging you to continue.

sasha presses the toy against your entrance, making you clench your fists in the bedding. the stretch hurts but you know that with sasha's experience, it's gonna feel amazing soon.

"oh fuck." you scream when she slams in. your whole body jumps halfly onto mika's body and she wraps her arms around you. she kisses you passionately while sasha rams into you from behind. your fingers find her clit, rubbing it while you make out.

"gosh, you look so good." sasha moans out, her thrusts becoming harder. she would be lying if she said that the strap doesn't rub against her clit beautifully.

"im going to cum." you whimper against mika's lips and she responds by moaning into your mouth. your fingers speed their movements on her clit and she comes undone under you.

"take what i give you." sasha grunts behind you, her thrusts hitting your right spot. you feel mika's fingers rubbing your clit, bringing you over the edge. you cum with a loud scream, making both of the girls moan at the noise.

"that was great." sasha says, pulling out of you and smiling at you. you cuddle against mikasa's body, opening your arms for sasha to get in between them.

"it really was." you agree with her.

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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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Crimson Lace Part Two.| Mark Lee (M)

Prologue: “I don’t like him around you.” + “You can’t tell me who to not hang around with. And secondly it sounds like you’re jealous.”

Summery: After you slept with Minhyun that night, Mark starts noticing the distance between you and him as you get closer to Minhyun. He grows jealous and becomes angry when you tell him the truth, making him confess sinful things you didn’t know about.

The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Mark looks like he’s a complete loser in bed but he turns out to be amazing trope >>>. Fem Reader. Jealous and angry! Mark. Twin rivalry. Degrading. Extreme Mean Mark. Edging (so much edging) ice play (ice cubes mentioned a lot) fingering and eating out (Female receiving) begging, Mark has a massive darcyphillia kink. Everythings consensual. Cum play. Thigh riding. Public setting (they’re doing it in university class closet) Nipple play.

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Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm<3

THE NOTE: sorry this took so long man. I was very busy. However part 2 is out now <3 enjoy

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It’s been two weeks since that night you’ve slept with Minhyun and let’s just say you’ve probably done it almost everywhere on campus but the dorms. You tried your best to control it. Try to make things go back to normal with the boy but all it took was one touch from him and things lead to a kiss and another more, it baffled you; with how much Minhyun had this control of you.

He knew how to tick the right boxes physically, sure, but mentally you were somewhere else. You were deeply thinking about Mark, his twin brother, wondering what he would think of you for fucking his brother behind his back.

You’re both scared to confess but you want to confess the truth to him. Unlike Minhyun who shown zero care if he’s railing his brothers crush, you were actually more disheartening about the situation more than anyone right now. You thought if this happened to you you’d be raging with fire in your eyes and demanding revenge. Though, you’re unsure how Mark will react. Mark is mostly a very patient guy. Only a few can tug his patience and test the waters, he’s respectful, friendly and never— and I tell you never gets angry. It’s like he’s perfect. A totally chill, laidback and nice guy.

But today it felt quite the opposite in your class. Writing away on your lined paper the front work essay to do in class, every student in the lecture room was doing the same thing. Trying their best to analysis their view point and perception of Oscar Wilde. You weren’t the biggest fan of Wilde but you do have to admit he does have classical literature. Something you could never forget no matter what. Your cheeks become hollow as you suck in your final breathe before pressing the pen down on the table, finishing the last structural paragraph needed to be done. Your conclusion was the best if you’d have to say so yourself.

Mark caught up with you leaving the class. You’re outside walking up the pathway to the girl dormitory. Something you recently signed up for and moved into. You don’t have a roommate yet, but that’s okay. Honestly you prefer the large dormitory to yourself. As Mark suddenly cuts off your pathway, with an expression you dearly avoided for so long till it finally contacts you.

“Y/n we need to talk.” Mark huffs, out of air.

You look up at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Mark I’m really busy with—“

“Fucking my brother?” He suddenly cuts your sentence off leaving your chest to rise, going tighter and tighter leaving little to no oxygen surpassing through your protected lungs. You felt your world stop and crash instantly like a car has ran into you in the five dimensional realm. You weren’t sure how he came up with that idea, but you knew he was correct. You were cornered by him. Questioned by Mark’s suspicion. For whatever evidence he has. You told yourself to come clean, telling yourself now’s the chance to fully address the issues you’ve done. The bad sins you’ve done behind Mark’s knowledge.

Your voice came out like a murmur. “I’m sorry Mark, I was planning to tell you.” Mark heard you say, though all he could look at was the images of you naked, possibly aroused and more, god, how badly he wished it was him who did those things to you. Minhyun took the pleasure of telling him every fucking detail; the way your moans were so disconnected because you cannot speak while fingered by him deep inside your cunt. He described the way your hair gets messy in the cutest way possible. Minhyun didn’t spare Mark the heinously bragging, what fun was that if he did not? He wants to see Mark rage. He wants to see Mark explode with infuriating frustration that he lost you. His dreams and feelings flat out rejected even though he didn’t confess to you.

All the boy could do was lean back and grab forward your wrist with those boba-like eyes, resembling a round onyx seed. A hint of honey brown flicks in those eyes when bright light slants on the wide iris’ it always makes you so mesmerised. It was only simple brown eyes but the way he looks at you through them, the way you see yourself through his eyes makes your tamed heart skipper quicker than anything in this world. Which heartbeat got faster and faster the more he pressed your wrist in his palm in a harshly given gripping hold, he did not spare you the weakness nor mercy. His voice taunts your skin like a shadowed mercenary ready to kill you while you’re unaware.

“A sorry cannot cut out for the way Minhyun purposely tortured me with the details of your beautiful, romantic night, Y/n.”

He sorely refused your apology leaving you to stand there in middle of nowhere outside the all girl’s dormitory awkwardly as the space minute by minute closes like a maze.

“I don’t like him around you.” Mark trailing with a softer growl containing jealousy that you won’t ever prescribe . It felt more than a normal amount of Jealousy.

It was envy. It was the need to be superior than the other. It was the over-loading amount of covetousness that the boy has for you, it felt like an addiction. You were his wrong addiction with no rehabilitation enough to provide Mark to save himself from your magnetic field.

Mark dislikes the way Minhyun claims he has you wrapped round his fingers yet he doesn’t know the way you have Mark chained to you spiritually. The way your bodies speak in such a hidden language from your conscious mind, gently paving your way, as your eyes tremble to the hold.

Your lips fell from this blank thin line to a sudden choke scoffing softly out your beautiful heart shape mouth, your minds were repeatedly thinking that. “You can’t tell me who to not hang around with.”

You pause staring blankly at him.

“And secondly it sounds like you’re jealous.” You strike at him with your indifferent tone. Mark was indeed bothered by the fact that you and Minhyun have gotten closer, have ended up with a physical relationship. He was jealous and he didn’t dare hide it in his voice or bodily language.

“I’m not fucking jealous I’m more than that.” The grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your bodies inside the dormitory. “I’m wishing it was me with you that night doing those dirty things, Y/n. Call me jealous all you want but I had my eyes on you first. Minhyun could careless about you.” He adds snarking. “Don’t whore for him who can’t even memorise your Starbucks-go-to order and your favourite movie of all times.”

It’s the way he knows your future moves and the next step seeps to be inebriated, you were left alone staring at Mark deeply who’s chest risen up aloof. Your tongue was bitten down against your teeth harshly as you chew on your words, mentally planning your next dialogue. Just about when you open your mouth, “Mark this is ridiculous-” Mark cuts in right again, leaving you down and flat with your dimmed voice.

“Shut the fuck up.” Mark brushes as the palms creep on your face with their cold temperatures solitudes your warm heated face growing warmer by the way his lips crash on to yours giving them the quickest peck, before fully interrogating your mouth as his own home. His tongue slips in with a barge and a venom to strike. Teeth brush against your soft skin layering your lips to picker and become swollen. Your breathe was harsh and a gasp escaped you. Mark wasn’t trying to be gentle. In fact he was simply rough round the edges, like he had enough of you and your stupidity, that he will finally explode and show you just how much he wants you, how much he loves and wishes to be with you and only you. It’s nothing Minhyun could ever compare to, as your emotions were in the way, but Mark was so much physically intending to use you now.

“Mark- Mark please, slow down, we can’t be doing this…”

He was whispering such degrading terms you weren’t sure how to process. It started off with telling you to be quiet, in which you didn’t oblige to. Your voice came off with multi-stuttering in between the kiss. His fingertips gracefully graze down your jawline and reaching your neck where he grabs you firmly on it before pushing you inside the girl dormitory building. He lead you against a wall pushing you down on it. His voice darkens line an abyss wanting to suck you in and trap you there for eternity and more. “Don’t say anything. Let me indulge a little more before you leave.” He achingly told you, as if it hurt to say. Your reddish swollen lips turned red and you couldn’t believe but feel the way his drunk sad eyes longing on you,

You whisper softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” As Mark leans closer adjusting himself to close the gap between your chest and his. “Don’t get my hopes up.” Mark warns leaning down capturing a passionate and helpless kiss to you, but this time you’ve returned it with just as much eagerness he couldn’t compete with.

He knew you were never going to choose him. He knows Minhyun has stolen your heart and made it his own home before he could, and he only has himself to blame for losing you to his own twin brother. He was late. He was slow and too scared for ruining your friendship between you, Mark often stays up late at night thinking to himself that he should’ve made the first move. He should’ve confessed. He shouldn’t be a coward but he did become one at the end of the day. The moment Minhyun slept with you, he lost a part of himself. He lost all self-control.

You want to tell him you won’t ever leave him. That Minhyun and you sleeping was a simple mistake that you enjoyed and wish to keep on the low, that you’re not interested in dating his brother — you wish to tell him this but all you could focus solely on was the way he was kissing you as if it was his last dying wish. You weren’t sure how far it was going to go, but you felt yourself lose control and all together you grip on his neck finally adjusting to it all. You want Mark.

You came to a conclusion that you want Mark now. Your voice came off as a surprise, if anything, it came off as a dropped off bomb combusting a large sparking ember in his heartbroken heart. “Let’s take it to my dorm…” you said with no shame.

With a nod you were leading Mark inside your dorms welcoming the man in with your bodies aching desperately for each other. The door slams shut and Mark had all his strength pinning you down on your bed gasping in the rough kiss marking your swollen mouth. He was gaping at your body, squeezing his fingers on your clothes and under the fabric crewing on your empty skin practically screaming for him to dirty it, to use you, each time it reminds him of the way you look right now telling that this might be the first and very much the last time he shall ever have the chance of sleeping with you. He must savour the opportunity. Seize the opportunity of all opportunities. And he did.

He did do exactly that when the way he stripped you naked before he shown all his skin in front of you. Your breasts were kneading round like they were his personal items, shifting in your bodies flat on your belly. As his lips press on your shoulder and back. He squeezed at your hips, hoarsely whispering to you; “Lift your hips up for me darling.” It gnaws at your subconscious to hear this man, the man who’s always been your friend, respectful and kind to you was completely out of the picture now that he’s treating you with so much rough and rawly strengths, it purged you with sinful thoughts because it turns you to see him so… berserk. Your lower body arches to his demands and Mark reaches to squeeze your ass before spanking it.

Your voice comes through the pillows that Mark purposely buried your face in. You couldn’t see what he’s looking at but you felt his stare on you everywhere. “Good girl. Always so obedient for me aren’t you? Such a good girl.” He knows how to get you riled up with words. He doesn’t even need to touch you to get you going. The clothes on your body did not last a second on you it was a whole new situation with Mark it even surprised you how well he was good at undressing you from head to toe. The lower clothing came off like it was a slipper from your feet. His fingers weren’t the only thing good at taking clothes off. They were starting to please you down below occasionally slipping out your underwear to the side so his fingers can slide deep inside your wet cunt which was soaking for him.

Mark was pleasantly surprised by how wet you were and his thoughts tread on to his twin brother wondering if he was going through back getting you more wet than this. If this was how soaking you are for him than you must be a waterfall when this continues. He is determined to be better than his brother. Better for you and better for himself. If he lives down as the worse brother in bed he would rather have hell take him back and never come out. As your cunt slowly sinks breathing in his fingers he starts to finger you with a medium length pace causing every wall in you to tighten and loosen just round his shape of the fingers going in and out. The second finger slips in and Mark can hear you moan out more at this rate it was only furling him to continue and add the third finger; your voice becomes slightly louder when your hand covers your mouth to shut it down. He smirks seeing you become so self aware of how you sound so pretty and helpless like a little lamb in the open.

Your body shivers when the ice cube melts on your stomach as he kept pressing on it on the skin. Your lips pull away from his as he looks down at you darkly. “Is it cold?” He slants at you and you could only dumbly nod. Mark smirks. “Good, that’s the point.” His voice lingers as he lifts his hand with an ice cube pushing it to your lips.

You look up at the ice cube and then at him again. “Suck on it.” He orders from you and you couldn’t resist leaning into the cube sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue. He would watch fascinated by the heavenly sight.

Mark stares into you so deep in your eyes refusing to break the minimal eye contact even though he is fingering you so hard to the point your thighs are shaking and hugging side to side with how much he was ramming in you he never once broke away. You couldn’t help but moan as you watch him. He didn’t make you look away at all and if you did he would punish you with a spank to the thighs or to your ass it was unbelievably hot however it made you feel things you did not before. Mark whispers seeing you come close. “That’s right baby keep those eyes on me and come on my fingers Hm? I can feel you throbbing so much around my fingers.” He’d tell you describing every little detail about how your body was round him and you couldn’t believe how arousing it was. You ache jolting a little as you push against his fingers. Mark stops moving them as he saw the juice spewing out and at awe taking them out of you.

He’d lick the remaining juice out of you on his fingers clean off not leaving anything behind. He was staring at you as he did so and you relax there stunned by how he could look so good doing something so dirty? You couldn’t even figure out an answer. It was just a Mark Lee thing. But this wasn’t the end. Mark did not get enough of you and he pushed you down to the side to make you lay down where he forcefully re opens your legs splitting them apart like they were a piece of candy and as he did so his mouth comes to attack you with his tongue on your soaking cunt. He was eating you out and the juices on his tongue tasting so good. It was better than his imagination. It couldn’t compare to his lewdness thoughts. The real deal was the best part.

You weren’t sure how to deal with all this pleasure you couldn’t simple handle all of this but knowing it’s Mark you couldn’t bring the urge to push him away. The pleasure was just something you were hunting down all the time. In disbelief as how fast he was eating you out like he was going through a whole decade of starvation it made you also screaming into your hand. Mark wanted people to hear you however. He wanted you to get caught. He loved the idea of Minhyun coming round and walking in on you with him on your bed knowing it isn’t him. Knowing it’s not his brother. Knowing he got a taste of you it will surely piss his brother off too to see you look so beautiful with him in this rightful moment.

“I… I can’t take it anymore Mark— please— please please can i come?” Your voice was as clueless as a little wren walking around the lonely road. Mark looks up from your wet cunt covering in the saliva and your lubricant ghostly smirking above your clit. Mark’s mouth softly perks up kissing your clit and kissing down again. You shiver at his silent response.

He was taunting you slowly. “Hmm…you can take some more y/n. I know you can. If you can take my brother all night why can’t you take me Hm?” His head tilts so condescendingly at you and your eyes clench tight watering at the pleasure ending just to start again to edge her body into nonexistence. His mind wonders of to you laying down Mark suddenly shifts on the bed seeing how you were pleading for a release. How about he gives you one?

Mark sits on the edge and you look up seeing him pull away suddenly and act as if nothing has happened. He motions you with his finger pointing you up and you sit up slowly coming forward to him. His hand pats his thigh as his dark gaze shines straight at you. “Do you want to cum, Y/n?” His voice strikes you down but you nod in response. Mark hums trailing. “Then ride my thigh and make yourself cum on it.” Mark was making you do the work if you want it so badly.

You felt your skin shiver as you tried to wobble over to his thug pushing your wet pussy on the fabric on his clothes. He was barely dressed but the dry fabric pressing to your womanhood was enough to make you squelch and slowly thrusting your thighs on the area made you want to squeeze Mark’s shoulders down in a heavy way. Mark watches you struggle and he loves the view he was getting just seeing how much you were working for the release. The way your thighs and cunt were grinding on his leg was enough to make him aroused at the sight. You were whimpering all sorts of noises out of your mouth. It made his ears only long for more and more.

He laughs watching you shake already and you only just started riding his thigh. He wraps his hands round your hips pushing it further down to his thigh making you squirm and groan at the sensation of you harshly climaxing on his thigh now bursting out a long streak of water and tears going down your cheeks. “Atta’ girl. Look at you finishing on my thigh so quickly… and you crying…” He carries on darkly chuckling. He was laughing at you, but in such a twisted way you couldn’t help wonder where did the Mark you know was? “You’re such a pretty crier. How about you cry for me some more as i fuck the absolute shit out of you.”

And you did. You were bawling with each thrust in that his thick and wide cock buried deep in you as his body was quenching you underneath hardening and moulding your body into his own temple was just as amazing as the pleasure his cock provided to your womb, ramming and splattering in you widening your spine and back letting your body fall and break into pieces just so he could fix you up and move you like he wants you. He had you in so many different positions in just a few minutes he has you squirming begging for more and more and more; Mark can only give so much and he did give you his all where he had you screaming his name.

Chanting his name more like as if it were a mantra. Mark could only wish he can have this on repeat and recorded forever on. You sigh forward with your soft moans humming about into the bedsheets as Mark had you lift your hips up to go on all fours . Your head was buried deep on the bedsheets and pillows where you can barely breathe but the overwhelming pleasure has you slipping out. “P-Please fill me up Mark. I beg you. I bet you Mark.” You we’re pleading so nicely it was almost tempting. Mark smirks pulling your head up by grabbing handful of your hair lifting you this way so he can whisper into your ears.

One hand was roaming your stomach that you were arching in the all four position. “Yeah you want to be filled? You want me to put a baby inside you? Want me to show everyone how much of a whore you are?” You whimper closing your eyes shut as tears come out. He smirks watching them slip out. “That’s right cry some more. It will make me finish quicker.” He growls throwing your head back on the pillows ramming deep in you leaving your womb feeling a warm stretching sensation.

It continues until a liquid was speedily put inside you at a sudden rate leaving you stunned at how good it felt to have Mark finish deep within you letting a string of his come stay in you as he did for a while. He pants heavily as his hands press down on your back. He helps you turn around where he grabs your neck gently but kissing you so roughly speaking against your swollen lips. “Guess who was hearing us behind the door all this time…?”

You couldn’t believe your ears at first until Mark stares straight ahead of you and your eyes widen at the sight. Mark pulls the phone outta the pocket of his jeans scattering on the floor where you stare at the contact name ‘Lee Minhyun’ on the screen phone. Your gaze turns back to the door seeing a shadow outside the dorm door.

“You… called him over on your phone…”

Mark smirks back at you. “That’s right. This will show him who you truly love and belong to.”

He turns around pointing at the crimson lace that you wore before. “Oh by the way… you should wear this Crimson Lace more often. It suits you.”

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yxngbxkkie · 11 months

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i love you (h.j)

so, i found a tik tok that you can watch here of hannie saying i love you. and, i wanted to write a fic based on it. it's kinda sad but it has a happy ending 🥹 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is appreciated 🥰

"Are you seriously being this way?" Jisung asks you with pointed eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I told you that this month's going to be busy. Our comeback is coming up quickly."

You scoff and run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated. "Okay, and I get that," you tell him. "But, I also thought that you'd make a little time for your fiancé."

The dark brunette rolls his eyes before walking towards the front door. "You're really going to throw that in my face? You said you understood. This is my life. It's always going to be this way," he mentions, putting his shoes back on.

"Where are you going?" You ask him, looking towards the clock.

"I'm going back to the studio. I'm not going to sit here and argue with you over stuff you already know, Y/N," Jisung sighs, opening the door to your shared apartment. "You're being really clingy right now, and I just… I can't handle it."

You purse your lips as tears begin to pool in your eyes. "God forbid I worry about you, Jisung," you laugh, shaking your head. "If you don't want someone clingy, maybe we shouldn't get married."

Silence fills the shared space, and both of you avoid eye contact with one another. Tears begin to slide down your cheeks, feeling a little hurt that he's not fighting to stay with you.

You walk away from him first, heading into your bedroom. You flinch a bit when you hear the front door shut, silence continuing to fill your apartment.

Your lip quivers as you look down at your engagement ring. A sob escapes your lips as you slide the ring off of your fingers, gently placing it on the dresser.

After trying to stop yourself from crying so much, you grab your duffel bag out of the closet. You stuff some clothes into it, packing everything you might need for the next couple of days.

A part of you wants to text Jisung to let him know that you're not going to be home. But, another part of you wants him to worry. Maybe he'll come to his senses and not let this small argument ruin your relationship.

You tuck your hair behind your ears before wiping the tear streaks from your face. You slip your shoes on and walk out the front door, locking it behind you.

Jisung plops down in Chan's chair, releasing a deep sigh. He rubs his hands along his face as the argument he had with you replays in his head.

He checks his phone and frowns at the photo of you on his lock screen. Jisung slowly closes his eyes, knowing that he's not going to get anything done in this state.

He scrolls through his contact list and decides to call Minho. He presses the phone against his ear while staring at the white table.

"Ya," Minho answers after the third ring, hearing the sound of oil bubbling in the background.

"Minho hyung," Jisung starts to break down, tears spilling from his round eyes. "I think I fucked up."

"What happened? Where are you?" Minho asks him.

Jisung wipes his eyes while leaning back in the computer chair. "I'm in Chan's studio," he mentions, sniffling a bit. "Y/N and I got into an argument… a-and now I don't even know if we're together anymore."

"Ya, Han Jisung, I swear," Minho sighs. "You need to go back home right now and make up for whatever argument you had. Understand? Otherwise, you're going to lose her."

"O-Okay. I'll head there now," Jisung whispers into the phone, shoving all of his stuff back into his bag. "I'll talk to you later, hyung."

"Let me know what happens, okay?" Minho's worried voice reaches Jisung's ears, causing the younger boy to nod his head.

He hangs up the phone afterward and quickly rushes out of the studio. It doesn't take him very long to get back home. He pulls his house keys from inside his pocket, unlocking the door before opening it.

His heart drops at the sight of an empty apartment. The only light comes from the oven in the kitchen. "Y/N?" He calls out your name, slipping his shoes off.

Jisung's heart races in his chest as he checks each room. He checks the bedroom last and notices the ring sitting on the dresser. He swallows the lump in his throat, tears quickly pooling.

"No, no, no," he mutters to himself, gripping the ring until his knuckles turn white. He grabs his phone with his free hand, typing in your number before calling. He starts to panic when it immediately goes to voice-mail.

He takes deep breaths, feeling an anxiety attack coming on. Jisung redials your number, calling again. "Come on, baby, please," he begs to himself as he tries to call for a third time, getting the same result.

His hands shake as he looks at the screen, seeing your cheery smile break his heart more than it already is. He swallows the lump in his throat, moving to sit against the wall.

"I guess I'll just leave a message…" He whispers, dialing your number.

You wake up feeling like absolute shit. A groan leaves your lips, bringing a hand to your forehead. "This is what I get for crying myself to sleep," you sigh, pushing the covers off of you.

You glance around the hotel room you're staying in, your chest clenching at the thought of what happened yesterday. You reach for your phone and turn it on for the first time in twelve hours.

The first notification that pops up is a voice-mail from Jisung. You hover your finger over the message, debating on whether or not you should listen to it. You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to listen to it.

You press play and press the phone against your ear. Your heart strings tug as soon as Jisungs voice starts. "Instead of apologizing, I'll say I love you," he starts, noticing his voice is a bit raspy and you frown. "Thank you for worrying about me, I love you. Really, thank you. I love you. I love you so much. I love you immensely. I love you endlessly. I love you completely. I love you so much. I really love you. I love you the most. I love you the most in the world. I completely, madly love you."

By the time the voice-mail finishes, you're crying your eyes out. You cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to be too loud with your sobs. You pull the device away from your ear, not hesitating to call him back.

You click on his contact and press the phone to your ear again, listening to it ring. After the fifth ring, Jisung picks up. "Honey?" He mutters, causing your breath to hitch. "Baby, listen, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to call you clingy. It's just… this comeback is really exhausting, and I took it out on you. A-And I know that's not an excuse, but I don't want to lose you. I won't survive."

"Jisung," you cry out, his words making your heart hurt even more. "I don't want to lose you either."

"Come home, please," he begs before mumbling incoherently. Your lip trembles as Jisung starts to cry on his side of the phone. "I love you so much. I'll work on myself, I promise. Please marry me still."

"I'll still marry you, baby," you whisper, sniffling. "I'm sorry I left. I'm coming home right now."

You stand up from the bed, quickly making it before gathering your things. Jisung's still on the phone with you, and his voice comes through the device.

"You have nothing to apologize about, honey. This is all my fault," he reassures you. "When you come home, can I give you a kiss?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, and you grab a tissue to wipe your nose with. "Yeah, baby, you can give me a kiss," you tell him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You pause what you're doing as your gaze is fixed on the marble sink. "You pinky promise this won't happen again?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, honey. I will never, ever do this again. I love you."

"I love you, Han Jisung."

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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No Enhancers

“Stop staring at me, you’re making me nervous” You were standing in front of the floor length mirror in Jack’s walk-in closet doing your makeup. The lighting in his closet always seemed better than yours. You were getting ready for date night. You had been feeling self conscious all day. Feeling disgusted with everything you tried on, you changed your outfit 5 times but he didn’t need to know that.

Jack was sitting watching from the loveseat with his hands behind his head.

“I just find it so interesting how much you do to get ready.” He said before walking over and wrapping his arms around you, bending to place his chin on your shoulder. “Hm, even with 6 inch heels, you still aren’t half my height.”

“Not everyone can be as tall as you, jolly green giant.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that. He kissed your favorite spot on your neck, before leaving the room to finish getting ready.

You turned back towards the mirror taking another look at yourself in the mirror. You hated the way you looked. Friends always told you how blessed you were to have curves but looking at your hips in the mirror they seemed more like a curse than a blessing.

Jack always talked about how much he loved your body, you could never understand why. To you it was nothing special. Your stomach wasn’t flat, and your hips were too wide for your liking. Sometimes you wondered if you should get surgery just to fix the imperfections you hated about yourself.

You could feel yourself start to tear up as you continued to pull at your skin. You almost felt embarrassed for allowing those thoughts to invade your space. Every passing thought you sunk deeper and deeper into a shame spiral.

“Hey, are you almost ready—“ Jack said walking into the room but stopping when he saw you crying. You tried to wipe away the tears before he could come any further, but it was too late.

Spinning you around so he could look at you, “babygirl, what’s wrong?” All you could do was put your head down and shake your head. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You said as you tried to move away but Jack’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Nah, we ain’t doing this. What’s wrong?”

Your hands flew up to cover your face, no longer caring about messing up your makeup. “I hate the way my body looks, I look disgusting. How could you love me looking the way I do?” Your words started to slur as a sob started to form in your throat. You were breathing heavily trying to avoid crying.

Jack was almost speechless at your admission. He said nothing for a while as he motioned for you to wrap your arms around his neck so he could carry you. He carried you like you weighed nothing to the loveseat, and held you as you cried in his arms. You began to settle down as Jack occasionally kissed the top of your head.

You guys sat in silence before Jack tapped you on the hip and motioned you to stand up. He still said nothing as he pulled you back towards the mirror. You could hardly look at yourself. You looked even worse now, your eyes were puffy and red from all the crying.

Jack wrapped his arms around you, bending down to place his chin on your shoulder. The two of you were basically having a staring contest before you broke eye contact first. You couldn’t look at yourself any longer.

Jack lifted his hand to your chin to lift your head up, you closed your eyes. “Open your eyes.”

You counted to ten before looking in the mirror once more. “Tell me what you see when you look at yourself. Tell me about that woman, right there.”

You lifted your chin a bit more, trying to ignore the smeared makeup. “She’s smart, fun, and a good person.” It was hard to think of things off the top of your head. “She’s incredibly charming, and extremely funny….funnier than her man.” Jack pinched your hips at that.

Jack nodded in agreement, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. “That’s all you see? I loved hearing about what you see on the inside, but what about everything on the outside?”

“My hips look huge. They ARE huge.” That’s all that your mind could process at the moment.

“Do I need to go grab your glasses?” You watched as he slowly ran his hands up your arms and rested them on your shoulders. “Wanna know what I see?”

All you could do was sigh. “Sure, whatever. I can take it.”

“I know you can take it, you can have it as much as you want.” He leaned so he could speak directly in your ear. He didn’t want his words to get lost in the space between you. Jack wanted no; he needed his words to go directly to your brain for immediate effect.

Locking eyes with you in the mirror he spoke again. “I love those big beautiful brown eyes of yours. I love watching the way they light up when you’re talking about the things you love and are interested in, I like to think that they light up the same when you speak about me.”

“They don’t.”

“Yeah okay.” Jack said before biting down teasingly on your ear. You let out a loud laugh reaching up and grabbing his face. You guys quieted down as he continued.

“I LOVE your hips.” He said as his hands moved towards them, giving them a squeeze. “I’m not a religious man, but God took his time with you. These hips were crafted by him.”

His hands then moved up your back and to the zipper of your dress. You watched as he slowly unzipped the dress, pulling it down your shoulders. He then gave each shoulder a kiss before letting the dress fall completely. In a swift movement, he unhooked your bra. Shivers went through you as he cupped your breast with both hands. Flicking your nipples. “These were the most perfect things ever created.”

You scratched your nose up at that, always thinking they were saggy. Most days you were convinced one was bigger than the other.

“You don’t think they could use a lift?” You questioned.

“No. You’re beautiful. You don’t need any enhancers.”

The way he was looking at you with so much adoration was making you emotional.

“It’s not a body’s job to be perfect. It’s to keep you alive. I love your body for keeping my favorite person alive and healthy.”

You were full blown crying again. You turned in his arms to face him and gave him a kiss. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You continued to say against his lips.

“I love you more.” Jack said, pulling away, pressing his nose against yours. “I love your body, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Please don’t hide it from me.”

All you could do was nod and press your lips to his again. After tonight you definitely were seeing your body with fresh eyes.

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AN: This has been in my drafts for so long that I almost forgot about it. As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughtssss 🥹💜 hope you all love this one

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bordysbae · 1 year

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could you do an enemies to lovers/exs to lovers with luke hughes or quinn using prompts 23,37,40, and 51?

“way out of my league”

luke hughes x reader

23. why don’t you ever post me?

37. forgive me?

40. he’s my ex we broke up for a reason

51. are you really that oblivious?

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you couldn’t help but feel as if luke was embarrassed by you. he never talked about you very much, and never posted about your guys’ relationship much either. when you confronted him about it, little did you know that would be the last conversation you’d have had with him in the last two months.

“luke, why don’t you ever post me?” you asked gently, afraid of what he might say.

“i do babe, what do you mean?” he questioned, avoiding eye contact as he stared right at his phone.

“luke we both know that’s not true”

“what do you want from me? is there more than like two things on my instagram that aren’t hockey related? i don’t like posting shit like that just chill out!” he exclaimed, now looking at you.

“luke you need to chill out! i was just asking a question, but clearly with the way you’re getting so defensive there’s something else going on! are you embarrassed of me?”

“oh don’t be like that y/n!”

“luke, you didn’t say no,” you say quietly.

“y/n cmon don’t be that way,” luke groans, running both hands across his face. it was a all a blur, but the night ended with you storming out of his dorm with tears streaming down your face. and that was over two months ago.

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“y/n, don’t dress so bummy tonight, let me help you pick an outfit,” your roomate says as she walks over to your closet.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s just a regular party, i think leggings and a crop top are fine!” you protest

“absolutely not! you’ve barley gone out since you and luke broke up, and i know for a fact he’ll be there tonight. don’t you want to show him what he’s missing?”

“he won’t pay any attention to me, he’s my ex we broke up for a reason,” you say, holding up the clothes against your body that your roomate eliana passes to you.

“y/n that’s where you’re wrong! he’s your ex, so of course he’s gonna be looking at you. you haven’t been out in forever, it’s time you show yourself off! here this is perfect, these black jeans with this cute pink tube top!” eliana cheerfully says, shoving the clothes against your chest. you sigh in content, and get changed into your party outfit. you two arrive at the house, and the immediate smell of alcohol and sweat makes you want to puke.

as eliana clings to some of her sorority sisters, you tag along quietly, not wanting to be at the party at all. you get yourself a drink before eliana leaves you to go meet up with a guy she’s been taking to. you look around and the only familiar face you see is nolan moyle, captain of the ice hockey team. he shoot’s you a smile before getting distracted. “i hate parties,” you mumble under your breath before going to sit on the sort of empty stairs. the couple sucking each others faces off don’t even give you a glance as you sit down, making you roll your eyes. you feel invisible here, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. as your attention is focused on your phone, you hear the loud, and drunk, voice of eliana. she’s dancing with a few people having the best time of her life, meanwhile you’re sat on the stairs minding your own business, not even done with your first drink.

you huff out a laugh, and turn back to your phone, before a painfully familiar voice speaks up. “y/n, hi,” he says. a sharp pain runs through your heart as you look up and see the familiar curly haired, well built boy you once used to call your boyfriend. “hi luke,” you say as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“can we uh, go outside?” he asks as he scratches the back of his neck. you nod in response, as he takes the lead towards the front door. he sits on the steps outside, and you take a seat next to him. he fidgets with his fingers before croaking put a few words you never thought you’d hear him say after all this time, “i’m sorry, forgive me?”

“what? forgive you for what?”

“everything y/n. i’m sorry i never posted you, i’m sorry i acted the way i did that night. it’s been driving me crazy that i treated you so poorly. i regret lashing out, i regret not posting you, i regret everything. honestly i haven’t even been able to sleep without you. i just at least need you to know i’m sorry,” he rambles.

“luke, it’s okay. all i want to know is why you never posted me? why you were embarrassed?”

“that’s the thing, i wasn’t embarrassed. i was embarrassed of the reason why i never posted you,” he says, playing with the ends of his flannel sleeve.

“what does that mean?”

“you’re too good for me, i’ve even been told it. i was embarrassed because you’re way out of my league. you’re so pretty, and sweet, and i’m just this dumb hockey player. that’s all i’m good for, meanwhile you’re incredibly smart and i just felt dumb around you. i never posted you because when i post hockey, i get validation. i know it’s super dumb, but i really reget all of it,”

“why do you regret it? i understand that, sort of. you wanted attention and validation, and by posting your achievements you got that. why do you reget it so much, you got what you wanted yeah?” you ask genuinely. that’s one thing you’ve always been good at, understanding other peoples reasonings for things.

“are you really that oblivious?” luke chuckles.

“huh?” you ask, turning your head to face him. he does the same, and smiles at your slight stupidity.

“i regret it, because i miss you,” he says softly, sending shivers down your entire body. immediately like goes to take off his flannel, but stops himself, “sorry, instinct. are you cold? you can have my flannel if you need,” he chuckles shyly.

“i’d love your flannel luke. and i miss you too, y’know,” you say, as he wraps his flannel around your shoulders and a blush appears on both of your guys’ cheeks. “you do?” he questions.

“one hundred percent. there’s not a day where i don’t think about you, if i’m being honest. i still go to hockey games too,” you bashfully admit.

“you’re still my little fan, ey?” luke chuckles, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“yeah yeah okay luke, don’t get ahead of yourself now”

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey

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sleepy-writersblock · 11 months

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Miguel O’hara x reader|| roomates (pt 1??)

Authors note: wrote this after an experience i had with an ai bot- so yeah its a little stupid but i find it funny

No use of y/n ; you dont know that he is spiderman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ; fem written in mind but ig it could be whoever? (I think?); NOT proofread.

Mdni

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Miguel o’hara. He is Your roomate and one hell of a man. You guys had been living together for about two years now after you couldnt fully afford an appartment on your own and decided to share one with somebody. And god was it interesting

You were sitting on your bed, laptop open and reading, when Miguel walks to your room and leans on your doorframe. Oh no, not just against your doorframe, but against it, with only shorts on, and wet hair.

“Hey, can I ask you a favor?” He says scratching the back of his head, running his hands through his damp hair.

You look up at him and right back down to your screen to avoid eye-contact. Its like he does this on purpous, its like he sees your face, sees the blush. You almost want to ignore him so a stutter wouldnt fall from your mouth, but you can just ignore him.

“Uhm- yeah, what can i do?” You ask back still wildly embarassed. Its a common occurrence, so you arent sure why it effects you so much.

Wait- wait no. You know exactly why. Its because you are head over heels with him.

Sure you have some other celebrity crushes but him? He beats all of them.

“Could i have one of my shirts back, i let you borrow some and i need to do laundry today-“ he responds.

Oh. Was that it?

“Uh yeah let me get you one really quick” you say standing up and walking to your closet. Before you can grab a shirt for him he makes his way over to your bed and sits down.

“What were you watching?” He asks referencing your laptop as he picks it up.

Okay its time to panic. The thing you were reading? Spiderman fanfiction. He was one of your celebrity crushes and you couldnt let Miguel know, he would tease you for the rest of your life, and not only did you read that stuff? You wrote it.

You drop the shirt and run back reaching fir the lap top, climbing on top of him as he pulls it away from you further. Panicked you reach for it as far as you can, going as far as clawing at him to get it back.

“Whoah whoah whats in here that i cant see?” He teases

“Miguel please dont! Thats uh- just a book!” You reply back still fighting to get that laptop back.

“Well with how you are reacting it isnt just some book hmm?” He laughs back. You can see his eyes scanning the digital characters, word by word his face grows redder. You still attempt to reach for it but it was just too late.

“Tsk- spiderman huh? You like him?” He says smirking. He had to be teasing you right? You swear normally he would have taken a picture of it and show it to you every now and again in the future to embarass you. But he is being so nonchalant.

“D-dont read farther-!“ you warn him. You recognize the page number, as this was one of your works, and ahead was some of the most mind corrupting media you have ever produced.

You see his eyes scan the pages as you lie helpless, still sitting on his lap, Avoiding eye contact with the brown-haired male. He chuckles as his face grows a deeper red. As he reads on the story seems a bit too familiar. The roomate of the ‘reader’ is actually spiderman, they fall in love and have fun. The roomate. Could it be him? Of course its him, you indulge in your deepest fantasies when you read and write.

“Wow- this is some good writing, too bad you dont have a spiderman roomate” he says winking at you. Wait- winking-

“H-huh?” You exclaim

“Oh come on, its obvious who this ‘tall, dark haired, spanish speaker roomate’ is” he says giving you a smirk. He leans in to where you are sitting on his lap and brushes his lips against yours.

“And i could help you re-create this book. Scene. By. Scene” he chuckles darkly.

Thats it- your brain dosnt work anynore. The way his voice darkened and he leaned in made you lose it. You leaned in to close the small soace between you- you finally kissed him. And he kissed back, hard. There was only one way that this could go any better, and that would be if he was spider man… but thats just wishful thinking. Plus. You had a long night ahead.

#miguel o’hara #spiderman #spiderverse #fanfic #miguel o’hara x reader #spicy??#no use of y/n

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little-miss-vader · 1 year

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Another thought, Anakin and reader are both jedi and are stuck in a confined space(forced proximity at its finest 😌) and tension starts building and they start leaning in then its like

"We should stop"

"Agreed"

"We shouldn't do this. It's against the rules"

"Definitely"

"Ani-"

"Just kiss me"

I'm very lonely as you can tell

OOOOOOOH LORD.

They’d be on a mission together and the plan was to sneak onto a battle ship and find a Galactic Republican prisoner, a senator or something, they’re making their ways through the long hallways and they hear the ships commander coming down the hall. The only thing they see is what seems to be a small closet and they make no hesitation to run inside and close the door. Turns out the door only opens from the outside. They don’t wanna make a ruckus so they call in for backup when it’s quiet and Obi-Wans on the other side just so frustrated. “Every time I think you two are growing up you do something stupid.” He would sigh into the comms device and you both just shrug.

“Master you said you wanted minimal damage done. I avoided conflict like you said and now i’m stuck in a closet on a Separatist Battle Ship. I would have fought my way through, but nooo.” Anakin would smile through his words and Obi-Wan just ignores him and tells you guys he’s coming.

You both sigh and there’s barely anywhere for you both to stand without your bodies touching. “I kinda like this.” Anakin would look at you with a smirk. His idea of being a friend to you has always consisted of flirty comments. You were tired of telling him friends don’t flirt just for him to say “But I do so what does that make me?”

You would look at him and scrunch up your face in annoyance. “I’m sure you do.” He’d poke you in your side accidentally and you’d jump and hit his chest. He’d laugh. The banter of you telling him to move his elbow because it was digging into your bicep as you two tried moving around to be a bit more comfortable would go on quietly for a handful of minutes before he’d finally snake his arms around your waist and pull you close into a hug.

“This is the only comfortable thing we can do right now and you can’t tell me other wise.” He’d say in a hushed tone and the feeling of him hugging you would make your stomach do backflips, all you’d be able to muster up the strength to say would be “Okay..”

You’d look up at him and he’d be no more than a foot away from your face, only due to his height really. All he had to do was angle his head down and your lips would touch. I imagine you’d both be THE TINIEST bit breathless from moving around a bunch and also the close proximity you were in wouldn’t help the breathy words that would come from you both.

“Don’t.” You’d say.

“Don’t what?” He’d say with a knowing smile on his face.

“We can’t do that” You wouldn’t break eye contact as he inched his face closer.

“Are you sure?” His breath would hit your face and you’d shiver.

“It’s wrong. It’s against everything we’ve been taught.” You’d say as a last ditch effort but through the soft red lights of the equipment in the closet, he could see your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips.

“Oh absolutely.” He’d smile, so close now that if you spoke your lips would touch.

“Ani-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He’d press his lips against yours and squeeze his arms around you. Your hands would fly up to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him further down and closer while you stood on the tips of your toes.

He’d pull away and you’d try to chase him but he’d place his hand on your cheek. “I’ve waited quite a while to be able to do that.” He’d whisper. “I’m sorry it was in a Separatist broom closet. I’ll make the next one special.”

You’d blush. The next one?

AAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH

I love. Love. A relationship with him where you’re just friends and he’s a shit starter and you’re just constantly tired of him but secretly you’d be so upset if he stopped being the way he is and he knows it too. It actually lengthens my life span when i think of it.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin x fem reader #crow chat #star wars #anakin #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars prequels #anakin imagine #thank u for the ask!#anon

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crowleysgirl67 · 5 months

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Touches

Author: @crowleysgirl67

Word Count: 2256

Parings/Characters: Bucky x Reader (Eventual), Avengers team, Nat x Steve,

Warnings: AU ish i guess, show warnings, idk

A/N: Thanks for reading!

Steve had brought Bucky to the tower. It was awkward as you all stood there as he introduced him and Bucky kept avoiding looking anyone in the eye. You were tired of the awkwardness so you stepped forward.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you Sargent Barnes. I hope we can all make you feel welcome and comfortable here.” you extended your hand to him as you emphasized the all as you gave Tony a look. He wasn’t sure about him and was still pissed about the Winter Soldier killing his parents.

He grumbled under his breath but stayed silent.

“(Y/N) your glov…” Nat started but it was too late as Bucky took your hand in a firm shake as he introduced himself. You sucked in a deep breath as his memories filled your head and you dropped to your knees. You’d seen some horrible shit in people's memories before but none had made you drop to your knees in agony the way Bucky's memories were.

“What’s happening? What’d I do?” Bucky asked, concerned he’d done something wrong.

“She has powers, she can know everything about a person just by skin to skin contact. There’s more but no one knows the extent of them.” Steve replied grimly. He’d known whatever happened to his best friend had been bad but he was unaware of just how bad it was. He’d seen you work before, brought in when the bad guys weren’t giving up information, or they were withholding more than what little they were giving up. Some made you grimace but nothing had you on the floor like you were now.

Bucky looked taken aback and horrified. Steve pulled him back away from you as Nat barked orders for everyone to give you breathing room. It was several minutes before you were able to regain composure.

“(Y/N) are you alright?” Nat asked, kneeling besides you.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m ok.” you rasp as you make your way to standing up.

Nat took hold of your elbow and helped you up. You shot her a grateful smile as you felt drained and not as steady on your feet.

“What the hell was that?” Tony demands “That’s never happened before.”

“I don’t have enough energy to deal with this right now. We can discuss it later.” you brushed his question off.

Tony looked like he wanted to argue but he knew better. “Fine. But you’re going to the med bay to get checked out.” The two of you stared at each other.

“Ugh, fine but only because I’m too tired for this shit.” you relented.

***

Steve showed Bucky around the compound and the room he’d be staying in.

“I’ll let you get settled. My room is down the next hall if you need me.” Steve pats him on the back.

“Thanks,” he replied, stepping into the room. It was a room, a bed with a bathroom attached and some closet space. A tv hung on the wall across from the bed. He left the door open as he pushed further into the room. He flicked the bathroom light on and looked around. It was a nice bathroom with a shower and a separate freestanding tub. He turned the light out and went back into the main part of the room, footsteps from the hall catching his attention.

Thinking it was Steve again he stepped out of the room and just about into you.

“Sorry.” he said, taking a step back.

“Not your fault.” you replied. “I should watch where I’m going. I’m not used to people in this hall.”

He looked you over before replying. You seemed better than you had been earlier. “What do you mean?”

“My rooms the next one over. Nobody else is in this hall. Well I guess now you are.”

He gives you a puzzled look, “Why hasn’t anyone else been here?”

“Mostly cuz Tony is worried my powers could do something. While I mostly have control they can still be unpredictable even to me. He doesn’t say anything to me but I can feel his hesitation and see his thoughts.” you head toward your room as Bucky follows.

“What is it that you can do exactly? If you don’t mind me asking. Steve said you get people's memories by skin contact.” He was curious, naturally. All the shit he’d been through, things he’d never wish on another person had been thrown onto you.

You beckoned him in as he hesitated in your doorway. He was still hesitant but stepped further into the room as you sat on the bench at the foot of your bed to take off your shoes.

“Have a seat.” you gestured to the chair in the corner. “What do you want to know?”

He took a seat, “The memories, do you get all of them?”

“Yes, any memories a person has I get with a touch. Their thoughts, feelings, things like that. In rare cases if the emotions are intense enough I will in essence experience what they went through.”

“Did you… Were mine one of those times?” he licked his lips.

“Yes.” you weren’t going to lie to him. “But don’t feel bad. You didn’t know what was going to happen. I should have been more careful about having my gloves on with someone new around.”

“I’m sorry.” He felt guilty in a way, like sure it wasn’t his fault but it was still the fucked up shit in his head.

“It isn’t your fault James.” you say softly.

He swallowed and ignored the rush of feeling that came with the sound of his name from your lips, “Is it contact via your hands only or does any skin contact trigger you?”

“Any. It's why I don't wear clothing that reveals skin. Long sleeves only if I'm out in public.”

“What makes here so different?” he asked, noting you in a tank top and leggings.

“Prolonged contact with everyone. Once I've touched a person I already have everything about them. If I touch them again even accidentally the only new information I receive is their memories, thoughts, feelings etc.. from between the last time I touched them and the new touch. Enough exposure and I don’t need touch to be in tune with them. I sense their feelings and can, if I focus, see their thoughts without touching them.”

“So downstairs earlier, staring with Stark. You were assessing him?” Bucky took an educated guess based on what you’ve told him so far.

You let out a surprised laugh, “Yeah, yeah I guess I was.”

***

Over the next few months you formed a close relationship with Bucky. He trusted you because you knew the truth about what happened to him, albeit in an unexpected manner. You hadn’t had skin contact again since the first time, so his rising crush on you had seemed to escape your freaky sense gaze.

“Barnes.” Tony greeted as he walked into the common area. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”

“Stark.” he returned the greeting. “No I haven’t she said something about helping Nat with some project, I don’t know.”

“If you see her let her know I need to see her.” he walked away and Bucky shook his head. You had an odd relationship with Stark and he was never sure what to make of it. You didn’t seem to be in a romantic relationship, and if you were it wasn’t obvious. If he was honest he really didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being in a romantic relationship if it wasn’t with him. He knew the rabbit hole he would go in with thoughts like that so he got up to go in search of you. He tried the usual haunts, your bedroom, the gym. The lab was an obvious no since Stark was looking for you and that’s where he usually was.

Taking a chance that maybe Steve would know where you were he went down the hall where his bedroom along with Nats was. Giggling from Natashas room had him skipping Steves and making his way down to hers.

“That’s actually pretty cool. When did these pop up?” It was Nat speaking, the cracked door was enough for him to hear the conversation clearly.

“They’ve been here awhile. I just hadn’t had any real reason to try to strengthen them.” this time it was you who spoke.

“That reason wouldn’t happen to be a tall hunk of a man would it?” Nat teased. Bucky heard a thump and a muffled “Hey” from Natasha.

“Shut up Nat.”

“Fine, but only if you show me more of that. Can you do it for others?”

“I don’t know. I can try. Where’s Steve? I’m sure he’ll let me use him as a guinea pig.”

“Whoa no wait come back!” Nat exclaimed.

The door to the room flung open as your giggling figure ran out and straight into Bucky.

“Oof,” you grunted and wrapped your hands around strong biceps as you caught yourself.

“Shit (Y/N)! Are you alright?” He put his hands on your hips to steady you.

“I’m fine. What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for you. Stark wants to see you.”

“He can wait. Where’s Steve? I wanna show him something cool with Nat.” you grin up at him, excitedly.

“Don’t you dare (Y/N)! I’ll tell him about your crush!” Nat appears in the doorway.

“What crush?” Bucky questions looking down at you.

“Her crush on you.” Nat smirks as you blush, aware of the fact Bucky had yet to release your hips, and you your grip on him.

“Thanks a lot Nat! I’m totally showing Steve now.”

“You have a crush on me?” he was shocked but also excited at the prospect you liked him back.

“Yes.” you bit your lip, a habit he noticed you did when nervous.

“Well then I really think you should use your power on me again Supergirl.” he wet his lips. He was ever so aware that you were about to get every little detail about what he thought of you.

You lowered your hand down to his exposed forearm, gently coming to rest your bare hand against his skin. Your eyes widen as you blush more.

Nat chuckling breaks your spell and the red in your cheeks darkens as you remember you have an audience.

“To be continued.” you whisper up at him.

“Agreed.” a playful smile graced his face. “Now what was it you needed Steve for?”

“Nat and Steve sittin’ in a tree.” you start taunting, giggling. Nat lunged at you and you evaded her by hiding behind Bucky.

“What’s going on?” Steves voice rang through the hall.

An evil grin spread across your face as you dart in his direction.

“Run supergirl I got you covered.” Bucky laughs as he grabs hold of Nat.

“Don’t you dare (Y/N)!” She screeches.

Steve has a perplexed look as he takes in the sight of whatever this was as he approaches.

“I can do a cool new thing. Care to be my test subject?” you bounce on the balls of your feet, excitedly. “It won't hurt, promise. Nat and I tried it earlier.”

“No! We just tried you, showing me your feelings! You haven’t tried transference of someone else's feelings!”

“No better time to try!” you grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him over to Nat and took her hand. Your eyes flashed gold as you focused on Steve first. He liked Nat but let his feelings of not belonging in this time and his intense crush on Peggy get in his way. You took his liking of Nat and brought it forward, focusing you held your breath as you moved it to Nat. Her soft inhale let you know it worked, you let her feel them a few moments before pulling back. You repeated the process of showing Steve her emotions, before releasing their hands and stepping back.

Bucky had released his hold on her and moved to your side, draping his arm around your waist. Nat and Steve stared at each other processing what just happened.

“Let’s give them some space.” he said, pulling you back down the hall. You made your way down to your own hall. “So what was that?”

“I was able to show their feelings for each other to them. So Steve felt that Nat liked him and vice versa.”

“Nat mentioned something about you showing her your feelings?”

You nod, “Do you maybe wanna try that?” you ask shyly.

“Only if you want to, doll.” he squeezed your hand gently.

“Come on.” you pulled him into your room and got comfortable on the bed. You pat the bed beside you and he sat down. Taking his hands in yours you begin the process of showing him your feelings for him. You were so focused that him pulling you in for a kiss surprised you. The connection was lost as you squeaked in surprise.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped as they pressed against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted for what felt like hours, before he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“Wow.” you smiled and he chuckled.

“I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”

“I’d like that, and you may. But first I want you to do all those dirty thoughts to me.” you giggle as he groans low in his throat.

“As you wish, my supergirl.” he kisses you again.

#bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel reader insert

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fantasydaydreamers · 1 year

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💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 4💙

Continuation of Part 3

You woke up cold.

Freezing, actually.

Shivering while trying to burrow further under your covers, you blink your eyes around your room confused. Groaning in annoyance, you reach for your phone to check the time, the dim light blinding.

2:07 a.m.

Great...so I've only been asleep for an hour.

You had a few notifications on your phone the very first one that caught your eye being an alert from the school.

🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, we have just been notified that the heating system has stopped working. We are working as fast as possible to get someone in the morning to check out the issue and hopefully get it resolved as fast as possible. If you know anyone staying in a different dorm that is willing to accommodate you, we encourage you to take the offer. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience. The safety of our students-

You groan and lay there in silence and stare at your closet, debating whether or not to risk what warmth you had to cross your freezing room to grab a sweatshirt and put warmer pants on. Deciding not too, you pout and bury yourself under the covers, tucking the blanket under your head to conserve heat as you think about what to do.

Your best friend is also in the South dorms, so staying with them isn't reasonable. You open your phone again with the intent to message them when another notification caught your eye.

brainwxshed followed you

brainwxshed sent you a message: hey...did u get back to your dorm okay?

You furrow your eyebrows and tap on the username, wondering who it was. Their account was small, with not too many posts or followers. The majority of the posts were pictures of sketches drawn in an art journal.

Really good sketches. Interesting.

There weren't any selfies showing who the person was, but you spotted a picture of a familiar cat sitting on a window sill looking outside. The caption read: "it's her dorm tbh...i just live in it."

Ahhh...Hitoshi.

You smile, following him back, and return back to the message seeing that he sent it an hour and a half ago. You felt a twinge of guilt for not seeing it before you went to sleep, but you had avoided your phone completely after receiving Touya's message.

Disappointment quickly flashes through you before fading to disgust.

Shaking your head, you decide to reply, not knowing if he was still awake.

you: hey! yeah i got back okay, thank u for checking 😊

Surprisingly, the message was read almost instantly as he started typing back.

brainwxshed: thats good. i was wondering if u were okay bc Touya came back pissed lol

You roll your eyes as he typed out another message.

brainwxshed: but knowing how he is, i can only guess what he tried to do. u don't have to tell me, but i know u can hold ur own around him from what i saw earlier 👀

A small smile finds its way to your face as you respond.

you: yeah im not that kind of girl. and im definitely not one to be messed with😤

brainwxshed: i can tell. kitty's a lil fiesty~

Despite your shivering, heat rises on your cheeks and you couldn't find any annoyance or disgust hearing the teasing name come from Hitoshi.

brainwxshed: so why is the kitty awake at this hour?

You bite your lip.

you: apparently the heater is broken in the south dorms...I was going to message my friend and try to figure out what to do.

The reality of your situation sinks back in and you frown.

brainwxshed: shit i saw that message...do u need a place to stay? u can stay with me. Kat is at an internship out of town but i'll stay in his room and u can have mine.

Shocked, you don't know how to respond as he starts typing again.

brainwxshed: i don't know about ur friend though...we only have the couch?

Leaving him on read, you quickly find your bestie's contact and shoot them a text when you see they had already messaged you earlier.

Oops.

bestie: pls don't be mad at me but remember that guy from the party?? so he invited me-

Sighing, you understand what they're trying to say. Sending them a quick response saying it was fine, you go back to Hitoshi's message. Am I really doing this?

You don't even know Hitoshi. Compared to Touya, Hitoshi didn't seem like he was trying to get you into bed but who's to say he wouldn't try anything when you get there. However, there also wasn't anyone else on campus that you knew who could let you stay.

Teeth starting to chatter from the cold, you had no other options.

Fuck.

you: i don't want to intrude or anything...

brainwxshed: fuck i thought i scared u off. no srsly its ok and it works bc my brother is out. my heater is fine and u already know i got spare blankets

you: 😭😭 thank you omg i owe you big time. ok let me grab a few things just in case.

brainwxshed: dont worry about it. i'll come pick you up. what's ur dorm room number?

Texting him your room number, you whip the covers off and freezing air hits you like a ton of bricks. Cursing out loud, you stumble towards the closet looking for a travel bag to shove clothes in. Picking up random clothes you deemed warm enough for walking to class tomorrow you throw them in. Quickly, you move on to your other necessities and hygiene, placing everything in a smaller bag.

You were done packing in no time, teeth chattering violently as you change the clothes you had on into something warmer. One of your larger hoodies was in the back of your closet and you sigh in relief, throwing it on.

Hopefully I won't be there for long.

A knock sounded on your door just as you unplugged your phone charger.

Bounding over to the door, you grab your bag along the way and open it, seeing Hitoshi bundled up under a scarf, only his eyes visible.

Trying to smile through chattering teeth, you close and lock your door behind you with numb fingers.

"I actually think it's colder in here than it is outside," Hitoshi sniffles. "Where's your friend's dorm?"

Turning back around you clutch your bag closer to your side, itching to get somewhere warm. "H-huh?" You look at him confused.

"You said your friend is in these dorms too?"

"O-oh! Y-yeah, they're staying with someone already." If you weren't busy trying to ignore the cold starting to settle in your bones, you'd see the shyness flicker in Hitoshi's eyes.

He shakes his head and nods towards the exit. "Let's get you out of here."

The two of you basically sprinted back to his dorm, trying to get some blood moving and warm up a bit. "I hate the cold," you call after him, hearing him snort as he came to an abrupt stop outside his door to unlock it.

"You and me both." He opens the door for you, motioning you to enter first. A soft meow was heard along with something brushing against your legs.

"Hello again Mimi," you reach down and scratch her behind the ears softly before standing straight to look around awkwardly. As you do, Hitoshi undoes his scarf, revealing his lip ring as he rolls it into his mouth, undoing his coat next.

You gulp, trying not to stare as he takes off a layer of clothing. It was weird being back here especially since none of his other friends were around to break the ice.

"Thank you again for letting me stay here...and I'm sorry for intruding."

Hitoshi smiles, tossing his coat on the back of a chair, and crosses his arms to lean against the kitchen counter and look at you. "That's the second time you've apologized for intruding. Actually, the fourth time if you count when you came over earlier to watch that movie with us."

You purse your lips, not really knowing what to say. "Well...you didn't have to accommodate me, and just not have even bothered, but you did so-"

He laughs lowly, purple irises crinkling as they glint in amusement. "Chill, (Y/n), I wouldn't have bothered if I wasn't interested." Hitoshi must see the irritated look on your face when he said that, so he backtracked, clearing his throat. "I'm just teasing you, kitten."

Oh.

Hearing the nickname in person was very different from reading it. The flush on your face was definitely visible and wow...it was warm in here. If Hitoshi notices, he doesn't comment on it and pushes off the counter. "Let me show you to my room."

Panic starts to bubble up again as he brushes past you. "Relax, (Y/n). It's where you're going to sleep. I'm going to Kat's room, remember?" He whispers low in your ear making goosebumps start to form on your arms as he waits for you to turn and follow him.

Gulping, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. He's not Touya. He's not Touya. He's not Touya- You turn and force a small smile, not being able to look at his face.

You feel Hitoshi's gaze linger before he turns and leads you down a hallway. Feeling like you made it awkward for assuming something, you scramble to think of something to say.

"You said brother?" Recalling the text he sent you earlier, you try to aim for something family-friendly.

"Hm?" Hitoshi drawls, opening the door to the left and walking inside. You follow, scared at first but your jaw drops in surprise seeing the beautiful room in front of you. Straight ahead was a large drawing board desk which was pressed up against a window. Potted plants hung from the ceiling around the window and over the desk giving off an earthy/chilled vibe.

A bed was tucked into the far corner of the room, and next to it was a small nightstand that held a Totoro diffuser which was releasing a lavender scent into the room. Now the vibe of the room made sense and you awed silently, appreciating the vision and the fact that his room was clean.

And it smelled nice. Really nice.

"I'm obsessed with your room," you say in awe walking further in. To your left was a mossy green cat tower and an almost full bookshelf with little odds and ends placed on top.

Hitoshi was leaning against his door frame, watching you take in his room, and by the time you look at him again, he was blushing slightly. "Studio Ghibli is one of, if not, the best animation companies to ever exist."

Finally, the sketching was starting to click. "Ahh...so your major is..."

"Graphic design. Well, obviously I want to move toward animations so I might have a minor in software engineering..." Hitoshi trails off looking thoughtful. "I'm also in a creative writing course for story-based concepts."

Hitoshi seems a bit embarrassed to be saying everything he was doing, but you were shocked, developing a newfound respect for the man.

"I might switch the two actually. I don't know yet." Sighing in frustration, Hitoshi runs a hand through his hair, stressed.

One second he was fine showing you his room and the next, he looked like you just asked him for the solution to save the world from aliens. You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth.

"I didn't mean to make you panic, Stress-toshi," you tease while trying to apologize sincerely, but seeing him pout makes you laugh again.

"Here I am letting you borrow my room and this is how you treat me? Shameful." Hitoshi sighs dramatically while grinning. Shaking his head, he flips his wrist to check the time.

"You better get to bed, kitten. It's past your bedtime." Hitoshi crosses his arms again and smirks at you. Pulling out your own phone, you double-check the time as well.

3:28 a.m.

"You're up too," you accuse, pointing a finger at him while placing your bag down on his bed.

"Ah~ the perks of having insomnia~" Hitoshi teases. It's meant to sound playful, but you could hear the hurt and tiredness in his voice. You frown slightly before turning to look at him fully. He was smirking, but the droopiness of his eyes stood out more with the bags that accompanied them.

Hitoshi looked exhausted.

You didn't know what to say to comfort him. Do I comfort him? Just as you fumbled around in place trying to find something to say, something flicked your forehead.

Your hand flies up in an instant, rubbing the sore spot, seeing that Hitoshi has walked up to you. "I have some...ways to resolve it, kitten~ It's cute to see you worry about me though."

You couldn't tell if that was supposed to sound suggestive or not, but it made your heart rate speed up anyways. "I'm not wo-"

"Do you want to help me fall asleep?" Hitoshi whispers, cutting through your denial as he brings the finger that flicked you to trace down your jawline.

Now THAT was suggestive.

You bat his hand away and turn towards your- Hitoshi's bed. "Oh wow, look at the time. I'm tired." Yawning, you're about to pull back the covers when you realize that Hitoshi is still in the room with you.

His room.

And he's watching you climb onto his bed.

Hitoshi must be able to read minds because the laugh he let out made it clear he knew what you were thinking. That attractive laughter faded as he move back over to the door, satisfied with whatever spiral he sent you down.

"Sweet dreams, kitten."

The door closes and you're still stuck staring at the bed.

At least you were warm.

~*~*~*~*

The bright sun is what woke you up. Snuggling further under the warm blankets, you hum contently breathing in deep woodsy lavender. It took a few seconds of your sleep-muddled brain to catch up, but remembering that you weren't in your own bed was jarring.

It was nice though, and Hitoshi wasn't that bad of a person. Sure, he's a tease too, but seeing his room and watching him talk briefly about his dream career...

You smiled into his blankets.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit you next and your stomach growled. Surprisingly enough, the thought of seeing Hitoshi first thing in the morning made your stomach flip. Rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes, you pull yourself out of his bed and walk over to the door, letting yourself out of his room.

You stumble your way to the kitchen, seeing Hitoshi stare at the coffee machine as it drips into his mug. "'Mornin'" you mumble, leaning against the counter, trying to wake up.

Hitoshi turns around and smiles at you. "Good morning, kitten." His voice was deep usually but hearing it even get even deeper in the morning...you cupped your hands over your face to pretend that you were rubbing the sleepiness away when in reality you're suppressing a shudder.

"Sleep good?" He asks teasingly, a knowing smirk on his face.

"'S too early," you mumble, staring at his coffee longingly, not even bothering to entertain him right now. Hitoshi hums in amusement.

"Did you see the text yet?" He asked smoothly and from your confused silence, Hitoshi turns to you to elaborate. "From the school. It might take up to a week to get the heater fixed." He motions to the coffee. "Want some?"

Your eyes flutter from the sudden intake of information. "Wait...what?!" Hitoshi snickers watching you panic.

"Relax, you can stay here."

"But-"

"Nope."

"Hito-"

"Nada."

"I-"

"Coffee?"

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at his victorious grin. Nodding in agreement, you jump up on the counter to sit, now wide awake and alert. While processing everything, you look around the kitchen, basking in warm golden light despite how cold it might be outside. Your eyes finally land on Hitoshi who had turned away from you to look for another mug in a cupboard.

He was shirtless.

Your eyes zero in on the large tattoo of flowers blooming across his back. The shadowing of the flowers enhanced by the muscles of his back, leading to a narrow waist. You had only ever seen Hitoshi with long sleeves on, so this was the last thing you were expecting.

Not that you were complaining.

Entranced, you watch him reach up to the top shelf, long defined arms grabbing an extra mug before turning around. Your breath leaves your lungs in a quick swoosh seeing nipple piercings.

You clear your throat, quickly diverting your gaze to anything else. Hitoshi doesn't say anything and just takes your mug to the coffee machine, replacing it just as his finished.

"So, you and Touya, hm?" Hitoshi calmly asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

....what?

"I think you mean me and nobody." You correct firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hitoshi watches you over the rim of his mug, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Why not?"

Tilting your head, you blink once, knowing he already knew the answer to that. Hitoshi snorts and you ponder again out loud, "I thought I told you last night, 'why not.'" Making air quotes, you lower your hands to grip the edge of the counter.

Hitoshi shuffles closer to you, the sun highlighting his torso beautifully, your throat going dry at the sight.

"Hm...so the kitten only likes 'good guys.'"

Hitoshi stops in front of you, lower abs almost brushing your knees. You force your eyes away from his stomach, eyes catching on another tattoo on his ribcage, before meeting his eyes.

"Yeah," you sit there rolling the term over in your head liking the sound of it, "good guys like you!"

Hitoshi quirks his pierced eyebrow and smirks, taking another sip of coffee before setting it down next to you. Realizing what you just said, you try to backtrack and explain yourself, stuttering and flushing.

You were fully aware nothing articulate was coming out of your mouth so you just stopped trying. By then, Hitoshi had inched closer, and your legs unconsciously spread to let him in.

Crowding your space, he leans forward as you lean back, hands having to catch your balance on the counter space behind you. He braced his hands on either side of your thighs, trapping you in. Your heart skipped a beat knowing you could only lean back so far unless Hitoshi was going to actually lay on top of you. His eyes were lidded but determined, his fingertips just brushing the sides of your thigh teasingly. "No one said I was a good guy either, kitten."

Your breath catches in your throat watching Hitoshi's gaze flicker down to your lips and back up to your eyes. It was silent except for the pounding of your heart in your ears. A lazy smirk appears on Hitoshi's face as he tilts his head to the side, inching closer to your lips.

"Well, I could be a good boy..." Hitoshi says huskily, pausing to heighten the anticipation, mouth parting slightly as his eyes flicker back down to your lips. "...I can be good just for you~"

His words felt like they were whispered across your lips, a silent but deadly promise dipped in honey. A whine bubbled up in your throat, overwhelmed with what was happening. Everything felt hazy and slow, making you fall deeper into Hitoshi's eyes.

Eyes fluttering, you manage a small "hm?" now zeroing on the ghost feeling of a metal lip ring. You could almost feel it against your lips and oh how badly you wanted a taste.

"Yeah?" Hitoshi breathed out coyly, his fingertips now drawing circles on your outer thighs. "Want me to be your good boy?"

Releasing your bitten lip, your mouth parts as you stare at Hitoshi wantonly. His teasing smirk drops as his eyes lowered more, yours beginning to close as well-

"'Morning 'Toshi! Ready to go get some coffee?! I'm also thinking donu- Oh."

The both of you were too consumed in each other to hear the door unlocking and opening to a cheerful Keigo who was now standing silently with his jaw dropped open.

You quickly lean back further, pulling away from Hitoshi your face burning in embarrassment. Keigo looked shocked but also somewhat embarrassed to be walking in on something that he shouldn't of. For once, he was speechless. You were too frozen to move, not knowing what to say as your eyes moved from Keigo to the figure towering behind him.

Your heart leaps into your throat seeing Touya's expression. It was dark and angry twisted with jealousy and hurt. For someone you could never tell what he was feeling, you could see everything now.

"What's going on here?" Touya asked, tight-lipped as he forced his way further in the room, pushing Keigo slightly to the side as he started Hitoshi down.

It was then you notice Hitoshi still hasn't moved.

Using your opposite foot not visible to Keigo and Touya, you kick him lightly in the leg to hopefully get his attention. It seems to work as he slowly moved away from you, not before grabbing his now lukewarm coffee. "I offered (Y/n) a place to stay since the South dorms heater broke down." Hitoshi says smoothly, taking a sip of the coffee while staring back at Touya over the rim.

Touya seemed to be gritting his teeth, trying to figure out what to say.

"O-oh! I heard about that! Are you okay, (Y/n)? Did you get any news yet if they fixed it?" Keigo desperately tries to break the tension, looking at you eagerly for help.

However, you were too busy praying that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You couldn't even look into Keigo's eyes knowing you and Hitoshi were caught doing...whatever that was.

"Actually, another message came out this morning saying that it might take up to a week to get the correct parts for the heater. Isn't that right, (Y/n)?" Hitoshi answers Keigo's question for you, still staring down Touya.

It felt as if you were holding your breath with how suffocating the tension was. You take a risk and glance up at Touya who must've sensed that you moved to look at him because his eyes move to yours.

All at once, the weird anger dissipates from his body, going back to his usual poker face.

Confused, you feel the tension evaporate as you take a chance and glance at Hitoshi who also seemed a little weirded out by Touya's 180° turn.

"Uh...yeah." You answer back, shifting on the counter and looking back to Keigo who looked bewildered.

Clearing his throat, Keigo steps back up next to Touya and turns to Hitoshi awkwardly. "Right....so....coffee and donuts? Yo and Tomura are going to meet us there."

Hitoshi finally turns to look at you, a questionable look on his face. "You wanna go?"

Staring at him only made heat rise to your cheeks again, a knowing look flashing in Hitoshi's eyes which didn't help.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

I could go for a donut right about now...

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Keigo walked next to you the whole way and you could just tell that he was itching to ask questions but didn't know where to start. It didn't help that Touya and Hitoshi were walking in front of you two talking about god knows what, the weird tension from earlier--nonexistent--like it never even happened.

That only seemed to make Keigo more restless and it's only going to hurt him more when you tell him there's nothing to say.

You didn't have any answers.

I wish I did.

Instead, Keigo mindlessly talked about the ending of the movie you skipped out on, filling you in even though you didn't ask. You watched Touya's back instead, mind drifting to what he texted you last night and if he meant it by the way he acted when he saw Hitoshi on you.

Your eyes narrow, feeling conflicted.

The two boys in front of you stopped, Hitoshi pulling the door open to let everyone through. The scent of freshly baked donuts and roasted coffee filled your nose making you smile in bliss.

"Mmm!" Keigo hums, pulling you away from the two brooding alpha-men and over to the glass case to look at the donuts. "Ooh~ (Y/n), how many are you gonna get? Look! They have raspberry glazed!"

Half-expecting Keigo to start interrogating you, you're grateful his attention is diverted elsewhere. You look at all the options and decide on two, Keigo still struggling with what he wanted. After you paid, you turn to see where Touya and Hitoshi went, seeing them in a booth with Yo and Tomura.

Tomura catches your eye and waves sweetly, calling you over. Beckoning you to sit next to him, you do, only to realize Touya was sitting in front of you. Avoiding eye contact with him, you dig in your bag a pull out one of the donuts you just bought, biting into it carefully.

"Hitoshi was just telling us about your dorm situation," Tomura prods, looking at you with pity. "That sucks...but it kinda works out since Kat is out on leave."

"Okay! I bought a dozen!" Before you could respond, Keigo comes bounding over to the table with a large box of donuts and a drink carrier full of coffee orders.

He passes them out and sits next to Hitoshi.

"What the hell do you need a dozen donuts for?" Yo scoffs, face twisted as it looked like he was still trying to wake up.

Keigo rolls his eyes. "To share with all of you!"

Yo was already reaching for the box before Keigo finished his sentence.

"Anyways..." Tomura directs your attention back to him, waiting for a response.

"Uh...there's nothing really to say. I'm really thankful he offered me a place to stay until everything gets fixed." You tentatively say, finding yourself treading your words carefully.

Tomura looks to Hitoshi, who was eating a paw-shaped donut, for more details. Mid-chew Hitoshi looks up during the silence, seeing everyone stare at him.

"What? That's it." He takes a swig of the hot coffee Keigo bought him, innocent eyes staring back at all of his friends. Keigo makes a disbelieving noise that dissolved into a cough as his leg jerked under the table. The group of friends got quiet and you've never felt more like an outsider.

Yo sat on the other side of Tomura, chewing noisily, eyes still half closed and hair still messy from bed. He looked so lost and confused, it almost made you laugh.

"The fuck are you guys on?" Yo mumbled, shoving the rest of the donut in his mouth before reaching for another. Before anyone could say anything again, a shrill voice called out.

"Touyaaaa~" The girl wraps her arm around Touya's neck, bending down as she stared you in the eyes over his shoulder. "Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~"

You quirk your eyebrows and take another bite of your donut, almost laughing at this girl trying to claim Touya in front of you. You just happened to be sitting in front of him. There was absolutely nothing-

Last night?

Your eyes widened considerably, your mouth frozen open just before you could even take a bite. This time you did look at Touya, only to see a small fire burning low in his eyes as he was already staring back, not even paying attention to the girl hanging on him. You jerked back, and placed the unfinished donut back into the bag, no longer hungry.

"I'm going to the restroom," not waiting for a response, you excuse yourself from the table, ignoring the way the girl was giggling and whispering in Touya's ear. You felt lightheaded and winded, blindly making your way down the darkened hallway to the bathrooms feeling sick.

Just before you could reach the door, a body crowds you from behind pressing you against the wall. You didn't even have to turn around to see who it was.

"Touya. Get off." You didn't understand why you were upset. Believing in Touya's sweet words and the little hope it gave you.

"(Y/n), I didn't-"

"Off."

Touya backs off, only giving you enough space to turn around. Before he could open his infuriating mouth again you jab a finger in his chest.

"You know what? You're EXACTLY the kind of guy I know you are and the petty little promises you make don't mean shit because Touya's going to do what Touya wants to do." Tears blurred your vision and you felt stupid that this was even making you upset.

Why are you shocked, (Y/n)?! He's proven you wrong for the second time now!

Touya's eyes widened as you stared him down, a lone tear slipping out of your eye. Lost for words he didn't know what to say until his eyes narrowed back.

"Oh? But you and Hitoshi are just so fucking close, hm?" You reel back hearing Touya spit Hitoshi's name vehemently.

"Are you...jealous?"

Touya jerks slightly at you calling him out. A new realization hits you and you wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Taking a deep breath, you wipe the lone tear and blink hard, steadying yourself.

"Let me get this straight. You're jealous I'm staying with Hitoshi, jealous that I have to be around him, but you can go out the same night after telling me you only want me and fuck the next pussy on legs you see!?" Spitting out the bitter truth, you scoff.

Touya looks like a deer in headlights as his back hit the wall. During your rant you had stepped forward, finger still pointing at his chest as you pushed him away. He tilted his head back hitting the wall as his eyes closed, gulping loudly.

"Fuck~" Opening his eyes again, a low groan escapes his mouth and you reel back, looking at Touya's flushed expression.

"You sick fucker," you snarl, torn between finding this incredibly hot or incredibly disgusting.

"I can't help it doll, you look so sexy when you're pissed," Touya breathes out, staring at you with so much intensity, waiting on your next move.

No longer hurt, you contemplate what to do in this situation. Touya looks like he was seconds away from begging and you felt a thrill knowing you had gained some sort of power over Touya. Bracing a hand on his lower abs, you lean up to his ear, pressing the front of your body against his to purposely feel his hard bulge press into you.

"Bad boy~"

You twist and throw his words back at him from last night before pulling away completely. Not even sparing him a glance, you turn and walk back out of the hallway and over to the booth, Hitoshi already staring at the entrance when you emerged.

You smile innocently to let him know you're okay.

The slam of the bathroom door back down the hall had your smile turning into a smirk.

→ Part 5

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Touya's hitlist taglist:

@spaceisout @deputy-videogamer @magpiesworld @blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @mod-hadagile @whokillednyx @ittybittywallflower @bubblewordsofsodapop @poopiepoopie123 @frontier-renegade @windex-princess-ami @yourfavoriteloover @ashash @shamefulwitch @allthingsleviackerman

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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the fiction of our love

pairing: gregory x male reader

author’s note: y’all abbott elementary is a masterpiece. i've been watching quinta’s videos since she was at buzzfeed,,, and it’s so amazing to see her flourishing and getting the recognition she deserves!

anyway... i love gregory so. much. so i had to write a lil something. hehehehe.

word count: 2.2k [ao3 version here]

You’re not having the best day. Your car nearly got towed—despite you being parked in the right spot—and you tripped walking up the stairs in the school. Safe to say, it’s just one of those days. The moment you begin to forget the morning’s grievances, however, one of your students is throwing up.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom, Jadah” you say, leading your student by the hand to the women’s bathroom. You pray that no one is in there right now. Jadah walks into the bathroom and you hesitantly follow her, intent on making sure she doesn't throw up again. You’re certainly not expecting to run into another man in the women’s restroom. The two of you stare at each other for a few moments.

“Um, I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here-” You say, staring at the stranger. He doesn’t appear to be threatening in the slightest, but protocol regulates that strangers shouldn’t be on the school premises.

“I don’t think you are, either.” Okay, fair point, you concede. “I’m the male stripper that Principal... Coleman hired.” You freeze and stare at the man in disbelief. He stares back with a blank expression and it takes you several moments to recover from the statement.

“The what?” You choke out. Male stripper? Surely, Ava wouldn’t stoop to such levels. You’re brutally aware of the two young students in the room, but thankfully, they both seem to be preoccupied or distracted to hear the remark.

“I’m just joking,” the man says, an awkward smile on his face. “I’m the new substitute teacher.” Of course, that is the very moment you finally notice the identification badge looped around his neck. You take a second to truly look at him, now that you know he isn’t a random stranger standing in the women’s restroom. The substitute is tall and lanky, with wide eyes that suggest that he’s a bit overwhelmed. You decide to help him out.

“Oh, great,” you smile in relief, putting aside the strange stripper comment. Ava probably said something weird to him. Poor guy. “Can you hold her hand for a moment? I can grab some pants for Jaylen here.” Jadah walks over to the substitute and you walk over to the supply closet to grab a spare pair of uniform pants. Jaylen changes in one of the stalls and you send him back to his class. Next, there’s your student. Ironically, you’re pretty sure that this new substitute actually engaged in conversation with her, which is rather impressive considering the fact that she threw up and that she doesn’t know him. Thankfully, after waiting several minutes, it seems that Jadah is feeling alright. It must’ve been something she ate.

“Alright, you should be good, Jadah; let me know if you feel funny again,” you smile, watching as she leaves to return to your classroom. Now, it’s just the substitute teacher and you standing in the wrong restroom. You stare at him for a second, before realizing that you’re forgetting your manners. “Hey, what’s your name, by the way?” You ask, making sure to introduce yourself before you forget, “I’m one of the teachers here.”

“Gregory,” the man answers. “Nice... to meet you.” He sticks out a hand and then evidently realizes that it’s dirty and abandons the gesture. You smile and wash your hands alongside him. A smile grows on Gregory’s face and you can’t help but think it's rather charming.

“Well, I hope you stick around,” you blurt out, before you can control yourself. Gregory raises an eyebrow at you, evidently confused. You grab some paper towels and dry off your hands, steadily avoiding eye contact. “Not many teachers do... But, hey. We’re doing important work here. The kids deserve the world.” With that, you leave and walk back to your classroom. After all, you left the kids with Mr. Johnson. He might be teaching them about Kanye West again, you sigh.

Admittedly, your interaction with Gregory soon falls to the back of your mind. You don’t see him for the next few days and it seems like he’s only stopping by on a temporary basis. You exchange greetings in the halls, but that’s about it. You try to pretend that you’re not disappointed about that. Nearly all of the new ones leave. You really shouldn’t expect any different.

You’re thinking about the rather high turnover rate as you walk into school one sunny morning. You mechanically make your way to the teacher’s lounge, fully intent on talking with Melissa and Barbara. They’re both fun to talk to and you enjoy getting to know them more. You walk over to their table, ready to take your seat and bemoan the nature of your existence. You quite nearly move to sit down, until there’s a hand on your wrist and a confused Gregory staring at you.

“Sorry, force of habit,” you grimace, lingering awkwardly. You’re about to walk to the other table when he pulls out a chair for you. You thank him and sit down, giving into the urge to ask the question that first came to your mind when you saw him. “Anyway, Gregory! Looks like you’re staying.”

“Yeah,” Gregory answers. He picks at the part of the table where the coating is beginning to come off. “I figured I should stay. You know, for the kids.” For the kids, you nod. You’re unable to keep the happy smile from your face. Chancing a glance at Barbara and Melissa, you find that they’re looking at Gregory and you with knowing gazes. You raise an eyebrow at them. Melissa sends you a wink and Barbara smiles, before expertly turning the conversation to something else.

After that conversation, you see Gregory a little more often. Even so, the two of you are both busy with your classes, so you don’t get much time to talk to him or the other teachers. The opportunity to get to know your coworkers soon presents itself a few weeks later.

The district requires monthly “team meetings,” which are just glorified wastes of time. Ava seems to think the same, as she remarks that she’d rather die than talk to her coworkers more than she needs to. Unfortunately, the lot of you are forced to stay together and do something during the time because of technicalities. Jacob suggests that all of you play Two Truths and a Lie. Ava suggests that he go back to ComicCon “with his nerdy self” and you have to resist the urge to laugh. Even with that insult, though, all of you are playing Two Truths and a Lie before long.

“I’ve been on a mission trip to Africa, my favorite television series is Star Trek Into Darkness, and I have a boyfriend.” Ava mumbles something about not caring about his life story. Barbara guesses that he doesn’t have a boyfriend, and Jacob spends the next ten minutes joyfully describing his boyfriend.

“What about you, kid?” You freeze and turn to look at Melissa. Suddenly, everyone turns to look at you. “Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Partner? What’dya got?”

“I’ve never dated anyone,” you mutter, before you can think about the consequences of doing so. You’re horrible at lying, though; you’re sure that your coworkers would have noticed if you lied to them.

“That just explains so much...” Barbara of all people remarks. You frown at her and she smiles apologetically, clearly joking.

“Are you Mormon?” Ava asks, squinting at you for a moment. Dread coils in your chest. This is about to be a vicious burn—you can feel it. “’Cause you need more men.” Sure enough, she absolutely decimates you with that one. You take a deep breath and try to manifest a serenity that you’re not quite feeling.

The group—and by the group, you mean mostly Ava—just won’t change topics. You stick it out for a while longer, but after nearly ten minutes of “playful” insults, you have to leave the room. There’s a tightness in your chest and your eyes are burning. You furiously swipe at the tears falling down your face and stride out towards the front landing. Unsurprisingly, the universe seems dead-set on spiting you, because it is absolutely pouring rain. You don't have an umbrella of any sort and you’re about to get drenched when there’s a sudden shadow over your head.

“Hey,” Gregory stands next to you, an umbrella in hand. He holds it over the two of you. There’s a concerned expression on his face as he looks at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning back against the door. Gregory moves the umbrella back ever so slightly. For an immeasurable amount of time, the two of you stand quietly. You feel mortified and humiliated, despite the fact that you knew your coworkers were joking.

“It doesn’t matter if you’ve dated anyone or not.” Gregory voices, breaking the tense silence. You bite your lip and try to keep yourself from crying more.

“I know,” you answer. “It’s just... funny, I guess,” Gregory raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, “I don’t think anyone realizes that I wasn’t exactly given a choice in the matter.”

“I grew up in the suburbs and it took me a long time to even realize that I didn’t like women that way. I got busy with school, then busy with work... You know, all that stuff. Never had the time or interest in romance, I guess. It started to seem like a pipe dream.

“Plus, I missed out on the whole.. high school dating experience—although, arguably, there was nothing to miss out on. Still, I got so wrapped up in everything and now I’m here and... I don’t know. I just don’t think it’s realistic.”

“Why?” Gregory asks, breaking the silence after your explanation. “Just because it hasn't happened yet... doesn’t mean it won’t. Besides, if people haven’t realized that you’re, you know, an option... That’s everybody else’s loss, not yours.”

“Thanks,” you choke out, feeling strangely emotional at the reassurance from your coworker. Gregory nods, his eyes focused on some point in the distance. You push past the burning feeling in your throat. “That’s nice of you to say.”

“It’s just the truth.” Gregory turns to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “If you’re interested in being with someone, I'm sure you'll find them. Whoever they are.”

You pause for a moment at hearing the uncertainty in his voice in that last statement. You chance a glance at Gregory, only to find that he’s already looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Maybe... you’ve even already found him.” Gregory’s remark is so quiet that you have to strain to hear it. It takes you a few seconds to process his statement but, once you do, you look at him. There’s no trace of dishonesty, pity, or anything else in his expression. Suddenly, something unbelievable dawns on you. You stare at Gregory and he looks askance for a moment.

“You?” You murmur quietly. Gregory swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. He looks conflicted. Time stretches on painfully and you can’t get rid of the anxiety prickling along your skin.

“...Me,” Gregory finally responds, just before you can frantically apologize for misinterpreting everything. “I- Sorry. That wasn't why I came out here. I just wanted to say that it doesn’t matter what they say about you. In the end, the only person whose opinion matters is yours.”

“I really didn't mean to say that. Well, I did mean it, I just didn’t mean to say it right now-” You don’t give Gregory the chance to apologize any more, instead leaning in to kiss him. He goes comically silent and for an awful moment, you think that you have once again misinterpreted things. You’re able to dismiss that notion rather quickly, though, because Gregory’s hands rise to cradle your cheeks. A moment later, the two of you break apart and you smile. Just before you can speak, the five-minute bell rings; it looks like lunch is almost over.

“Let’s go inside before lunch ends,” Gregory grimaces, opening the door for you. You wait for him to close his umbrella before the two of you walk down the hall. As you walk side by side, your hands brush up against each other and you can’t quite hide a smile. For a quick moment, Gregory clasps your hand in his and grips it reassuringly. Somehow, the moment isn’t quite quick enough, because Ava rounds the corner and sees the two of you holding hands. For a moment, the three of you just stare at each other. Gregory and you practically tear your hands apart in an attempt to look authentic. Ava doesn’t seem convinced and she shakes her head disapprovingly.

“Thin ice.” Ava shakes her head, motioning to the two of you and dragging her finger across her throat in a threatening gesture. She then walks straight towards the two of you, forcing you to step aside so that you don’t crash into her. Ava walks down the hallway towards the entrance, procures an umbrella out of seemingly nowhere, and then walks out into the rain.

“Where’s she going?” You can’t help but voice aloud. “Pretty sure she still thinks school ends after lunch,” Gregory responds. The two of you look at each other, let out annoyed sighs, and continue walking down the hall. Despite the sudden interrogation by Ava, you’re still happy. Gregory seems to be happy too, if the soft smile on his face is any indication. You clasp his hand one more time before returning to your classroom, the smile refusing to fade from your face.

endnotes

I couldn’t remember the names of any of the kids (I've only watched s1 of the series) so I just made them up, lol. I chose two j names cause it sounded cute.

i love the idea of gregory just standing in the women’s restroom, looking entirely lost, and just saying “I'm the male stripper Principal Coleman hired.” LMFAOO like what a picture

#defectivevillain #abbott elementary #Abbott Elementary x reader #Gregory eddie x reader #Gregory Eddie x male reader #Abbott Elementary x male reader #male reader #masc reader #transmasc reader

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not-a-space-alien · 5 months

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 6

Part six of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings for this chapter: internalized transphobia

In this chapter: The codependency begins.

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When Valen's finished, there's still dredges of blood at the bottom of the mug despite him tipping it, and he's not sure whether it would be ruder to waste them or to appear too interested by licking them up. He has no great desire to lick it clean, so he just holds onto it. "Thank you. If I come here again, next time I'll think to bring some with me, to avoid the issue again." He's trying not to notice how much better this tasted than his blood packs.

"That'd be great. I'd love for you to visit. Ha, it's silly, but I'm kinda dreading you leaving, actually," Jim says shyly. "But at least there's always the phone."

Valen smiles softly, blushing. Jim doesn't want him to leave. "I suppose that's only logical to feel. But yes, we should call often. I don't actually...have many friends, especially ones who are...." He thinks back to the comment Jim had made about the closet. "Jim, are you queer?" he bursts out.

Jim laughs. "Yeah, I am. I'm gay. What about you? I know you're trans, you got the binder and stuff. You like guys?" He figures that Valen having a husband isn't a good metric to determine that from.

Valen's knees lock up at the question. Why does it feel so hard to answer? Jim had just said I know you're trans so casually, he'd expected it to be a bigger deal.

Jim was probably asking if he likes men because Jim wants to have sex with him, right? But if Jim is gay, he's interested in men, doesn't he fully understand what Valen is?

"Um," he croaks, "I-I like people who are nice to me. But, but you must realize I'm not really a man, surely?"

"I mean, that's up to you, I guess." Jim says with a shrug. "I just kinda assumed. Laken's genderqueer, they told me yesterday. Is that more your deal?"

Valen stares at him with tears brimming in his eyes. Is Jim still not getting it? Really? Or is Valen not understanding something? He's never had the words to talk about this, or really even talked about it with anyone before. "No, no Jim, surely–surely you must see I'm not like Laken? I was born as a girl, Jim, I'm–I'm just trying to be a man. I don't have–have a penis, or, or-" How had Jim clocked him as trans but still said these things? Is Valen passing so well that Jim thinks he was born as a boy? "I only have facial hair because I've been taking testosterone, I'm not a real man."

"Ohhh. Valen, yeah, I know. Like I said, I saw your binder. You're whatever you wanna be. Listen, people are gonna be shitheads about it, but I'm not one of them. If you say you're a man, you're a man. That's that." Jim was only semi-out–to Liz, some friends, and one gay coworker–for three years before Kane swooped in, and he definitely never told Kane. He kept his homosexuality known only to circles friendly enough that he hasn't encountered much pushback. He imagines Valen's had... worse experiences, considering his visible transness.

Valen’s never had anyone say something that affirming to him. He'd assumed Jim was just confused somehow, and would walk it back once he realized. The tears spill over in his eyes, and he leans into Jim's shoulder, hands gripping his shirt, bawling. "How did–how did the universe drop the perfect person into–into my lap, who, who knew the r-right things to, to tell me to, to make me feel, feel–" Feel what? What was he feeling right now? Accepted? Seen? Loved? It was the feeling of being welcomed for who he was, and not in spite of it, and he had no idea how to handle that.

Jim holds him. "I feel the same way." he says softly. "We just got lucky, I guess. Real lucky."

He's a bit nervous. He doesn't wanna accidentally make the wrong move and ruin it, and... fangs. But fuck it, he’s done wasting chances. Jim puts a hand on Valen's cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

So Valen had been right, Jim does want to have sex with him. Right? That's what asking to kiss someone usually leads to. He can't tell how he feels about it, but however he feels, he feels it very strongly. It feels like his emotions are all twisted up inside. He likes Jim, he thinks maybe he would enjoy being kissed and more if it was Jim, and he enjoys the closeness, he knows he does...but he's so scared. The same way he'd been scared of starting to see Jim as only food, what if he starts seeing Valen as only sex? What if Valen finally found some place of understanding and acceptance, only to be reduced right away back down to an object to be used for pleasure?

But he likes Jim, likes seeing him happy, shocking so for someone he's only just met. He should just do it. He's worrying too much. It would be nice, with Jim. Jim would be gentle, he knows it.

"Yes," Valen says.

Jim kisses him, slow and sweet. He can taste the coppery flavor of blood on his lips, which is a little off-putting, but all he can think about is how much he likes Valen. After a few moments, he pulls away. "C-cool." He blushes a little.

Valen remains absolutely still during the kiss, barely even kissing back, almost holding his breath. When Jim pulls away, he's also blushing. "Did you like that?"

"I like you. But hey, I know we only met a few days ago. I know it was just a kiss, but if this is too fast, or you're not into me like that, it's cool, you know? I just want you in my life. In whatever way you want," Jim says awkwardly.

"It's good," Valen rushes to clarify. "It's good, you're good, I just–I just–" He hunches over. "I also...get spooked."

Fuck, Jim hadn't even been thinking about where Valen's mind might jump. He'd just thought about it as a kiss, but Valen probably has associations. “Shit. I'm sorry. I'd never, ever want to make you feel that way. I'd never wanna do anything you didn't also wanna do." He flops back on the bed, legs hanging off the side. "If it makes you feel any better, don't forget you can literally mind-control me," he says somewhat jokingly. "You okay?"

Valen lets out a half-sob, half-laugh. "You're right. It's silly to feel so overwhelmed and anxious about–well about this, about the blood. Thank you, Jim." He wipes his eyes and smiles. "It feels good. Thank you. Liz must be waiting for us, let's see what she's up to, why don't we?"

"Yeah, let's." Jim takes his hand to help him navigate downstairs, where Liz has gotten out Monopoly.

"I was looking for something to do that Valen wouldn't need to see that well for. Most of the stuff is color-coded, so I think this'd work if he can at least see colors and we read the cards out to you?" She shakes the box. "How about it? Huh? Huh?"

"Sure!" Valen sits down at the table and starts shuffling the colorful blobs around.

The night passes peacefully, for once, Valen’s vision improving more and more as time goes by. Liz heads to bed after the game, claiming that the sleep schedule of a hunter is a ‘fucking mess’.

"When do you think you'd wanna visit?" Jim asks as he cleans up cards and pieces. "Like, in the future. If you've got an idea."

"Oh," says Valen. "Um, I'm not sure." He stands there awkwardly. "I've been very unsure about a lot of things lately. Is it....safe to come very often? I've never crossed the border before. It makes me nervous."

"Liz'll make it safe. She's got those hunter connections. Sounds like the guy who shot at you earlier admits he was being a dumbass. If you call ahead, we can make sure it's safe for you." Jim knows it's hypocrisy, there's no way he'd ever cross back into vampire territory to visit Valen, but he'd be crushed if he could never see him again. "We'd make sure. You'd be safe."

"That sounds lovely." Valen can't seem to stop smiling to himself. "Well, what shall we do with the rest of our time? If I'm going to stay until next sunset, we still have plenty of time to kill. I think my eyes are starting to get nearly all better."

"Uh, I dunno. You mentioned you wanted to read once you could see again? I got a bunch of stuff in my room if you wanna take a look." Jim offers. "Mostly comics, superheroes and stuff. Oh man, I've got five years of issues to catch up on! And, uh, a few regular books too if that's more your speed. Unless you had other ideas?"

Valen does not, in fact, have other ideas.

They spend some time reading Jim's comic books, and while Valen privately thinks they're a little stupid, he likes listening to Jim prattle on and get excited about them. It's a bit childish, but Jim had had five years of his early adulthood stolen from him, and hadn't had the luxury of being able to have such indulgences for a long time. It's nice to see him at ease and enjoying himself. He also becomes more at ease physically touching Jim, even occasionally snatching his own chaste kiss on the cheek.

They sleep again, and when they wake up and get ready again, the sun is going down, heralding Valen's impending departure. He feels all better now, no reason to stay any longer, really.

"You know... if you ever wanted to stay longer, you could." Jim says. "Like to study mushrooms. Or just to hang out. If you wanted to." He's trying to play it cool, but failing miserably.

Valen smiles, taking his hand and rubbing it. "I'll think about it. I at the very least do have to go home tonight, since I wasn't prepared for overdaying anywhere else when I took you home. I'll call you to let you know I arrived safely." Valen’s mind wanders to the slip of paper with Jim’s phone number in his pocket, memorized by now.

He makes sure to say goodbye to Liz, hanging awkwardly half in the doorway, loathe to leave but knowing he needs to. If he hangs around much longer, he'll start getting hungry again, and he'd much prefer to feed at home for his next meal.

“I’ve already radioed base and let ‘em know to leave you be, so no more fuckups like last time,” she assures him. “Stay safe. And thank you, for everything.”

Jim gives him a last kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you around."

"See you around."

Valen runs. He's alone again, and it feels heavy and hollow in his chest. He misses them as soon as he's out of the house. But the night sky is beautiful, and it feels like the stars are kinder to him now for having done a good deed.

He passes the border. What is he going back to? He has no one.

He gets closer to the city. He makes it with plenty of time before sunrise. He strides slowly past the dent in the wall, where Kane had kicked it in earlier, and unlocks the door. He turns on the string lights. Sees the core of an apple Jim had left.

He sighs and walks in, stripping his clothes, flopping onto his bed. He's never been unhappy to arrive here before. It's his haven. His safe place that he'd forged for himself away from his husband and that horrible family, that horrible place.

He's not tired enough to sleep. He has things to do. He's listless. He gets up and goes to the phone. He has several messages. A few angry ones from Priscus, chewing him out. An angry message from Kane de Sang. A message from Anton de Sang, less angry, but dripping with malevolence. He picks up the phone and dials the number Jim had given him.

"Hello? This is Valen. I've arrived home safely."

"Hey." Liz says, tired. "Glad to hear it. Lemme go get Jim, he's kind of having a moment."

Faintly, a light pounding sound and a distant call of "Jim, c'mon, get out of there. Valen's on the phone."

Jim appears on the other end shortly. "H-hey! Sorry, I, uh, I got spooked again. I'm glad you got home okay."

"Jim! Jim, dear, are you all right? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened. I just keep thinking that he's gonna like, come back and, and take me again. Or someone else will. S'just because it's night. I'm being stupid. Are you alright?" Jim asks, trying and failing to make it sound like he’s not crying.

"Yes, I'm all right. It's not stupid, Jim, it's a rational fear." He's starting to get his own rational fears thinking of Priscus's messages on the phone. How had he gotten that phone number? How had Kane known where he lived? "Um...Did you feel safer when I was there? Should I come back?"

"I mean, yeah, I did feel safer, but you don't have to babysit me. It's not like I can just… follow you around for the rest of my life." Even if I really want to. "I gotta learn to just toughen up, I guess. I'm free now. I'm supposed to be happy. But... yeah. Obviously you just got home and stuff, but whenever you wanna come visit, I'd... really like to see you again. Not just 'cause it feels safer. I just like being with you." There's a pause. Jim's voice is smaller. "Would you really do that? You'd come back?"

"You don't just 'toughen up' from massive trauma, Jim, dear. I'm sure Liz will tell you the same thing. And oftentimes how we are supposed to feel is hardly relevant." He winds his finger in the phone cord. "Well...I live where I live now mostly because I just needed somewhere to get away from my husband...and as I said before, there isn't much for me here...I don't want to make any rush decisions, but...I would like to see you again, too."

"Yeah, not like you can just pick up everything and–but, well, if you wanted to, you could. Move in, I mean, if you wanted to. Doesn't get much more away from your husband than human territory, and the hunters here know you're chill, so you'd be safe. So if you decide to, you know, that's on the table," Jim babbles nervously. He feels horrifically needy.

"Thank you, Jim. I'll think about it."

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