#how many customers I just smiled at and nodded because I had no idea what they were saying

[psychedelic-ink]

'𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

pairing: contractor!joel miller x f!reader

genre: no outbreak au, modern au, explicit smut, minors dni

word count: 3k

summary: joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

warnings: hints of reader being in a toxic relationship, age gap, daddy kink, piv, dirty talk , revenge sex and filming it, infidelity (reader cheating on her bf), praise kink

a/n: This was completely spontaneous, normally I was going to finish one of the haunted hoedown entries but I saw a ✨ s p i c y ✨ video and instantly got up to write this because that video was something else I tell you. Sucks that they don't credit those things on twitter so I can find more of the guy he was also older hence the age gap fgbgfbf

thank you to @johnwatsn for beta'ing this (and sorry for all the typos lmaodfbfg) and thank you to @pedrorascal for the stunning gif 💜

“I’m not paying extra if you do overtime, old man. You said a week and you’ll finish in a week. I don’t care if your knees hurt or you have a heart attack in the middle of hammering a nail—you finish my girlfriend’s kitchen in time. Got it?”  

Joel had a lot of unpleasant customers. John was just one of many but his comment had stuck with him. And it wasn’t the rude comments or the tone that basically told Joel that John thought of him as dog shit; no, it was none of that. It was the old man that had bugged him. The hissed comment of his age slithering under his skin and agitating his body. 

Joel knew that it only bothered him because it was true. He was an old man. His daughter in her last year of college, doing her absolute best and growing while he was getting old. His skin creasing at the eyes every time he laughed and his hair more salt than pepper. 

The thoughts continuing to swirl in his head, with a sigh, he knocks on the door of John’s girlfriend, expecting a woman as equally as unpleasant and demanding. 

You’re far from what he expected. Your smile is bright, your eyes kind and lips looking soft and shiny. Joel has trouble gathering himself when you extend a hand, not a care in the world. His eyes drop to where your sweetheart neckline pushes your breasts together, slightly spilling over the fabric. His mouth goes dry, cock twitching under the denim. 

Guess some parts of him didn’t get the memo that he was an old man now. 

“Joel, right?” you ask, voice unsure and timid. Your eyes gradually take in the height of him, moving to explore the broadness of his shoulders and stopping at his eyes. “John mentioned you.” 

Joel’s stomach suddenly turns sour, it’s enough for him to snap out of the sudden lustful gaze he found himself in. He grabs your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “That’s right. Joel Miller at your service, ma’am.” 

He might be imagining it, but he swears your breath hitches just a little when he takes your hand. 

“How chivalrous,” you smile and move to the side. “Come on in, Mr. Miller.” 

“Joel is just fine,” he grunts, reminded of the old-age comment. How young were you, he wonders. Late twenties, early thirties? He has no idea. He’s also not sure if he wants to know. 

You close the door behind him and nod, “Alright then Joel,” you step in front of him, walking towards what he assumes is the kitchen. Joel dutifully follows. “I’m sure John told you about what needs to be done, so hopefully you don’t have any questions.” 

He raises an eyebrow at that, confusion swirling in his expression. You don’t turn to look at him, entering the kitchen, you continue, “I had something else in mind originally but he told me to trust him so... I guess that’s what I’m doing now.” 

“That don’t sound right,” Joel mumbles. He gives the area a once over, he sees a lot of pink, clean, and polished furniture. The windows are large, allowing the sun to bathe everything within. He vaguely remembers John mentioning a dark, minimalist look but he wasn’t really listening at the time. “Isn’t this your kitchen?” 

Your shoulders raise at his question and you finally turn to face him, kind eyes now tainted with a hint of sadness, “It’s going to be our kitchen soon. He probably thinks it’s too girly.” 

“That’s no reason to leave you out of the design process,” Joel answers, taking a step closer. You smile helplessly with a shrug, your eyes dropping to his lips before averting them. His pulse races, something wicked forming in his head. He stops an inch away from you, a mere breeze would’ve been enough for your bodies to touch but he keeps still and so do you. You’re flustered, he can tell. “You wanna tell me what you had in mind?” 

Your eyes briefly go wide, something like shame crossing your face but the expression is quickly replaced by understanding, “Oh the design,” you murmur, voice barely a whisper. “I honestly would’ve loved some more counter room since I love to bake.” 

“Well, you’re in luck darlin’ because I don’t remember much of the details your boyfriend gave me,” he smiles when your brows furrow with confusion. “Meanin’ you have to lead me with the design.” 

He swears your smile is the brightest damn thing he’s seen in a long while. 

It’s the last day of the constructions in your kitchen but you’re not thinking of the new kitchen counter or the new cupboard, all you’re thinking of is Joel’s proposition, and how you were soaked with just the mere thought of it. 

You and Joel had grown close during the time he fixed up your kitchen. Surprisingly, you actually went with the design you initially wanted and not the one John had in mind. You knew it would lead to a fight and some part of you was glad—John was meant to be perfect but it was only on paper. He was a dream boat when in public and amongst friends, but alone? Not a chance. He belittled you, hated almost all your hobbies and always made unnecessary comments on what you looked like. 

Despite yourself, you had blabbed all of that to Joel. He made you feel safe, and the fact that he was very pleasant to look at helped. He didn’t say much but you could tell that he was livid, which secretly made you pleased. It was good to see that how John treated you wasn’t actually the norm. 

You loved watching him work. The way sweat would slide all the way down to his neck and how his muscles would tense, straining the fabric of his shirt. 

He told you about how John had treated him, confessed he thought you would be the same. Your insides had boiled with anger. You apologized profusely and he just shook it off, saying it wasn’t your fault. 

Then the kiss had happened. 

It had happened on a particularly bad day. You were upset, filled with negative emotions to the brim and all you wanted was unconditional comfort. You kissed him, he didn’t stop you until your hand reached for his belt. 

“I wanna show that asshole how amazin’ you are,” he had said. “Will you let me?” 

At the time you hadn’t known what he meant by that. 

But now you do. 

“Look into the camera, sweetheart,” he murmurs, mouth pressed against your ear. You shudder, your bare body feeling good against his, like you were made for him. Your pussy throbs and drools all over his cock that slides agonizingly slow between your folds. You try to do as he says but it’s just too hard when your eyes are constantly on the brink of rolling back into your skull. He drags his lips down your neck as his large hands knead your breasts, your nipples achingly hard. “Don’t make me say it again, honey. Don’t make me be mean when you’re such a good girl.” 

“Oh, fuck—” your body shudders, lashes fluttering as you stare right into the camera with a lost expression. You see yourself, Joel right behind you. You don’t know how but he looks even taller while his body splays over yours, bending you over. He presses his palm over your forehead, forcing the arch of your back. Your inner thighs are soaked, his cock moving between your legs. You see the flash of the glistening head every time he rocks himself forward. 

He looks into the camera and your entire body clenches with want, “Look at that,” he hums, laving your neck in open-mouthed wet kisses. “Your girlfriend already going stupid with my cock. Not so bad for an old man huh?” 

Joel’s lips stretch menacingly, eyes shining  with amusement. Letting go of your forehead, he pushes both your tits closer to the camera, thumbs moving over the pebbled flesh. You moan loudly and your legs quiver. 

“Sweet thing over here tells me you don’t let her ride you—I thought you were a dumbass before but now I think you’re a downright moron. Fuckin’ hell, who wouldn’t want such an eager thing jumpin’ up and down his cock.” 

You whimper, eyes going teary. Your heart races wildly in your chest. “J—Joel, please. . .” 

“Hear  that, John,” he growls, the tremble of each word reverberating into your skin. “She’s beggin’ for my cock. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” 

You nod but it’s not enough for him, not enough for Joel. “Don’t be shy now, tell him. He ever got you this wet?” 

“N-No,” you breathe out and maniacally shake your head. “N-Never.” 

“Poor thing,” he clicks his tongue. “Poor poor thing. Don’t worry, daddy’s got you now. Doesn’t he?” 

“Yes,” you slur, pushing back your hips. “Fuck me, fuck me—Fuck me, daddy, please.” 

“Say it again,” his teeth sink into your skin. “One more and I’ll fuck you.” 

“Daddy,” you moan, eyes rolling back. “Daddy, need you, need your cock. Fuck me, please.” 

He hums in satisfaction, “Well, since you asked so darn nicely,” Joel kisses your temple and his lips move over your skin as he speaks to the camera, “Looks like she’s my girl now, my good girl.” 

When he buries himself into you, inch by inch, your jaw goes slack and your nipples go tight. You forget about the camera, about John who’ll see this. You only think of him. He stretches you to your very limit, his cock thick and hard. It takes you everything not to move your hips. You want Joel to tell you what to do. You want him to fuck you so good that your mind will go blank as you start bouncing on his cock. His one hand grips your waist firmly as the other remains underneath your breast, the sensitive flesh spilling over his hand while holding you. 

“How does it feel?” he murmurs into your ear, his cruel teasing from earlier gone. 

“Good,” you whimper, squeezing him tight. “So fucking good, the biggest I’ve ever had.” 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he kisses the skin behind your ear. “Such a filthy mouth on such an innocent lookin’ girl. You were wasted on that jackass.” 

He knocks the air from your lungs before you can answer. The drag of his cock like lightning searing your skin. He fucks you hard, almost angrily, but you know it’s not directed at you. Never at you. The smack of his balls against your ass fills the bedroom, and you’re positive the phone is recording every wet, filthy sound. It doesn’t take much for Joel to reduce you into a withering mess, every word forgotten, his hips relentless as he fucks deeper and deeper into you. 

Then suddenly you’re tilting back, his arm an anchor around your stomach as you find yourself between his thighs sitting on his lap. Your eyes move to the screen, you look perfect between his legs, the muscles tensing and flexing as he grinds his hips. Your skin pleasantly burns. 

“Come on, sweetheart, show him what he’s been missin’ out on.” 

Joel leans back, palm planted firmly on your mattress with pretty pink flowers that John hates. 

Your body takes control, your brain swimming in a fog of lust and pleasure. You grip his thick thighs, bracing yourself, you begin to move up and down his cock. He fills you beautifully. His gaze is fixed on the tiny camera, staring directly into it as you try your best to please him. Arousal coils tight in your stomach. Your breasts sway with your every move, your body coating him in shiny slick. 

“A throne for a princess,” he groans, eyes moving from the camera to your reflection on the screen. Fire burns down your spine. His gaze and presence alone choking the air from your lungs. You twist yourself to get a better look at him, catching his gaze momentarily, you moan wantonly at the sight. Him only sitting, relaxed while you’re breaking down sends jolts of electricity up and down your spine. You sit wholly, grinding down while keeping his cock buried deep inside, searching for that devastating spot inside you. 

The world around you becomes a bright white when you do. 

Your ears start ringing, and you begin to shake, legs clamp together as you shudder around the length of him. A choked sound between laughter and bewilderment tears from your throat. Your body moves of its own accord now, helplessly bouncing on his cock, the bulbous head grazing against a certain spot that just makes you want more and more and more—

“Yes yes yes yes,” you chant. Joel’s head disappears from view everytime you move up. You hear his moans, they become louder and louder, his southern drawl becoming prominent the more fucked out he gets. 

His sounds only spur you on, making you ride him harder, sweat beading at your tailbone. Your pussy swallows him hungrily, every inch of him without protest. While you’re absolutely lost on his cock, you notice him tilting his head so he’s in view again. You hold your breath. His mouth parts, the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, he gives the camera a taunting look. Joel’s expression turns into a half smile and he wraps his arms around you. One going over right above your breasts and the other around your stomach. His hand cups the side of your neck. He drags his mouth down and up your cheek. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” he rasps, kissing you. You look to the camera, hips slowing but not stopping. “Yes, pretty girl, just like that,” another kiss. “Look at that pretty girl getting fucked.” 

Joel squeezes your breast as  his arm comes down, both of them now tight around your stomach. You feel him pulsing deep inside you. His voice is thick with arousal. “Look how beautiful you are on my dick. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?” 

You nod and grind against him, loving how deep he feels. He kisses your neck, tongue tracing shapes into your skin as both his hands come up to your tits and squeezes them, the plump flesh spilling from between his knuckles. His lips move down your shoulder and back up your neck, following the same path over and over again, decorating it with slow kisses. 

Joel gives the camera one last look before disappearing behind you,  fingers sprawled over your stomach and down between your legs. You feel the rough hairs between your shoulder blades first, then the softness of his lips follows through. Your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back, his mouth is so goddamn soft, the skin tingling and burning at the same time. 

His hips snap up, and with the sudden movement, a fresh wave of wetness coats his cock. You lean forward, face closer to the camera, while he lays back, watching hungirly at the way your ass moves. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, smacking both your asscheeks simultaneously. 

Then before you know it he’s moving, pressing you fully over the table in front of you, the phone shaking as he begins to hammer into you. You can’t even see what you look like anymore, your head dropping, you cry out his name. If it wasn’t for his hands on your hips, you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

“That’s it, come on my cock,” he nips at your shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet—can you hear that? Can you hear how fuckin’ soaked your girlfriend is on an old man’s cock?” 

It takes you a second to realize he’s not talking to you, but the camera. You flutter around him, squeezing him tight enough that he moans, hips slowing. “Daddy,” you gasp. And with that, you finally let go, cunt gushing around him, coating him with slick. Joel peppers your back with soft, quick kisses, whispering praise between every kiss. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, bet you never came that hard before. Good girl—my good fuckin’ girl, wettin’ my cock so well.” 

You tighten and gush around him a second time, you swear by how hard you’re clenching your insides most likely have taken the shape of him. 

“Where do you want me?” he whispers into your skin. Words coming muffled and hoarse, dripping slow like molasses. You push back against him, looking into the camera with a small smile. 

“Inside me, daddy, please.” 

“Oh shit—” he picks up the pace, the thrust of his hips sloppy and needy. “Shit shit shit—so fuckin’ perfect, so good for allowin’ this old man to wreck her good—So good for tellin’ me to fill her up—fuck—” 

You’re blindsided by how honest he suddenly is, the rasp of his voice going straight between your legs. His hips stutter and Joel comes with a loud, thick moan, spilling into you. You moan right alongside him. He continues to rock into you with shallow thrusts, laying kisses on every patch of skin his lips can reach. 

While you’re lost in complete bliss, he reaches around you and grabs the phone, stopping the recording before collapsing back to the bed, pulling you along with him. 

“You feel so good,” he says, cock softening inside. You feel his come trickling down from between your thighs and shiver. 

“You feel good too,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and covering his lips with your own. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” 

“Guess this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve,” he chuckles weakly and you press another kiss, this time on his cheek. “We don’t have to by the way.” 

“Don’t have to what?” 

“Send the video.” 

You stare at the phone for a second, brows furrowed as you think. Then with a quick shrug, you turn back to him. “Nah, let him see it. I could’ve forgiven how he treated me but not you.” 

He clicks his tongue with disapproval, “You shouldn’t forgive him for how he treated you either, darlin’. You deserve better.” 

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to prove it me then,” you smile and with a sudden impulse, boop his nose. He laughs, nipping the pad of your finger. 

“I guess I will.”  

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x fem!reader #tw daddy kink #tlou fanfic #the last fo us fanfiction #hbo tlou fanfic #hbo the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfic

[sunarc]

After Hours

𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖊 1

toji x reader

Synopsis: What happens when you meet someone willing to make all you naughty dreams come true?

CW: virginity loss, corruption kink, size kink, alcohol consumption, shy reader, toji is a player, cum eating, Shiu is being a daddy in this per usual, modern au, afab reader, bar owner toji, 5.1k words, please let me know if i missed anything

A/N:I’m so happy to present day 1 of Kinktober!!! I’m so excited for y’all to read please enjoy!

You sipped your drink to the sound of rock music playing loudly from the speakers. You watched as hot sweaty bodies crowded around a pool table swinging money in the air while yelling out bets. The bar was lively, it was loud and there you sat, quietly at the end of the bar, watching everyone, enjoying the show. The bar had people from all walks of life come through. Some would come through and tell you stories you could never imagine, some telling you of where they were headed and some just a little sleezy looking for a quick fuck. You were never the type for hookups. You honestly couldn’t imagine being with a random stranger for one fun night. You enjoyed being in this space. It was fun to see so many different people and get to experience another’s life just for a few minutes.

“I can’t possibly imagine doing something so scary like that” you said, shocked listening to the story being told by the big figure sitting in front of you smoking a cigarette.

“You wouldn’t believe all of the crazy things I’ve done sweetheart” he pulled a long drag from his cigarette then turned to you.

“You got any stories?” he asked

“Who? Me? I- uh no I don’t really do much” you fumbled over your words suddenly becoming nervous by the question.

It was true, you didn’t really do much. You were honestly as innocent as they come. You didn’t drink, not because you thought it was bad but more so because the taste of alcohol was quite repulsive. You had never had a boyfriend before, hell you had never engaged in sex before. You just never found someone worth giving yourself away to. The idea was honestly scary. Having to get naked and show your body to another person was honestly scary yet something about it felt so intriguing. Something about sleeping with someone and having them take you in ways you wouldn’t dare speak about out loud was almost thrilling. You shook the thought away.

“I really mostly like to just hear about other people’s stories, I find them fascinating really.” You said, giving a shy smile.

He nodded his head silently taking in your words.

“Hm, I guess I could understand” he took a drag finishing his cigarette. “But what about living?”

You gave a confused look.

Living?

“What do you mean, I am living?” the question almost sounded silly

“No, you're listening to other people live. You’re basically living vicariously through other people.” He scoffed. “Why not enjoy the thrills of life yourself instead of hearing it from other people?”

The question left you speechless. You sat staring at the man's mouth slightly open unsure of what to say.

Why weren’t you living?

You went to work and came to this hole in the wall bar every night just to listen to stories and drink juice. When were you going to be the one telling the stories?

“You bothering my customers Shiu?” a loud voice interrupted your thoughts.

Toji, the bar owner, walked over to the two of you cleaning a glass with a smirk.

“Bothering? I could never. I think that might be your job.” he chuckled.

“How you doing pretty? Need another drink?” Toji asked, looking down at your almost empty glass.

“Hi Toji, I’m well today. I’d love another juice thankyou” you said smiling softly.

Ever since you first walked into the bar Toji had been as kind as ever. His smile was always inviting. He was tall, buff and handsome. He always left you feeling starstruck as he moved behind the counter muscles flexing in his tight shirt smiling handsomely at customers as they handed him large tips. He always gave you free drinks mostly because you only ordered juice. He was even nice enough to let you stay after closing and keep him company while he cleaned and told you stories of before he owned the bar.

“Your friend wasn’t bothering me” you said as he handed you a full glass. “I was probably bothering him,” you laughed.

Toji smiled and leaned forward on his elbows.

“I’m sure a pretty girl like you could never bother anyone.”

You looked down smiling at the remark. Toji was a big flirt with everyone. If a pretty girl walked in and looked like she had big pockets he would somehow always flirt his way into an unusually large tip.

“I was just offering a little advice,” Shiu said as he pulled out another cigarette, putting it between his lips.

“Last time you gave someone advice they died” Toji commented as he fixed a drink for a regular.

“They took it a little too literally, that isn’t my fault” he lit the cigarette pulling a long drag.

The two bantered back and forth arguing over his advice.

“He actually told me something really helpful” You interrupted.

“Oh yeah and what was it exactly?” Toji leaned over the counter dangerously close to you. He bit his lip as he stared at you waiting for you to answer. You shied away suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze.

“I- well it was just about me living life that’s all” you stumbled over your words.

Toji smirked at you

“Now why would he say such a thing doll?” he seemed intrigued as he sat up and poured a shot for himself and Shui.

“I guess , well , I’m just not living out my fantasies…” your voice died out towards the end of your sentence.

“Not living out your fantasies?” Toji rested his head in his hand with a smirk playing on his face.

“Tell me more about that” his voice was low as he asked for more. You sat in front of him watching his movements almost hypnotized by the way he spoke so smoothly. Toji was an intimidating guy. No matter how many nights you spent sitting chatting with him about any and everything you never failed to grow nervous under his dark gaze.

“I uh I shouldn’t talk too much about it” you let out a nervous chuckle.

Toji sat up letting out a small sigh.

“All right then, keep your secrets,” he laughed.

You gave a shy smile before sipping your drink. It would have been hard to admit in front of two obviously attractive men that you fantasized about losing your virginity. The topic seemed so taboo. You could imagine them pushing for more details. Why hadn’t you lost your virginity? What are you waiting for? Are you some kind of saint, too good for sex?None of the above. The right person just hasn’t come along yet, someone to send chills through your body just from their voice. You wanted someone who would make you feel something, someone worth it. You sat in silence stuck on the previous conversation. You hadn’t noticed the bar slowly emptying out. Drunk bodies stumbled out slurring words as they called their rides.

“You sticking with me, pretty girl?” Toji’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

You nodded your head with a small smile, it wouldn’t hurt having another late night conversation with Toji while he closed.You looked around noticing Shui pulling out his last cigarette before throwing back the rest of his drink.

“I’m leaving you, two have a good night” he turned to you “I meant what I said live a little, kid”

“Hey what about me Shiu got any advice for me ?” he teased

Shiu walked to the door before turning around

“Hm, actually yes, go to hell” he smirked and left without another word.

Toji scuffed as he wiped down the counter.

“Asshole,” he mumbled.

You laughed at the encounter and looked around at the now empty bar. It was nice to look at apart from the scattered beer and glasses. The bar had nice decor, it was one of the main factors that attracted you to the place.

“So any new stories for me?” you asked, watching as Toji came from behind the counter with a broom sweeping the place.

“You like my stories that much?” he asked, half his attention on you, half on cleaning.

“You spun around on the bar stool laughing to yourself at the childish action.

“I think you have fun things to say” you thinking to yourself for a moment “And well I guess I really like your voice” you mumbled the last part.

Toji chuckled, stopping his actions. He looked at you with a smirk.

“You like my voice huh?”

You looked away suddenly embarrassed by your confession.

“I mean well you- it” you stammered

“It’s okay doll” Toji walked closer to you lowering his voice in the process.

“I could talk all you want” he said “ But I’d more so like to hear something about you” he said as he came close standing between your legs as you sat facing him on the stool.

“Something about me?” you asked slightly confused.

“Yeah, I mean you sit with me while I clean all the time and you listen to me go on and on about stories for days yet, you never talk to me about yourself.” he said leaning closer to you.

Your breath hitched feeling the heat from his body as he closed the space between you two.

“For example I’d love to continue that conversation from earlier, you know the one about those fantasies of yours.”

He leaned down eye level to you just a breath away. His lips were only inches away from yours. You wanted to lean in just to see how soft his lips would be. Would he taste like alcohol or something sweeter? How soft would his lips be? You leaned into him only for him to reach behind you picking up the spray bottle and rag. He walked away with a smirk and began wiping down tables.

“Talk to me doll” he said “ I mean I’ve told you so many things before it's only fair you tell me a secret or two” his voice was sensual. It sent tingles through your body to your core. You crossed your legs squeezing tight at the sound.

“Well” you said contemplating if you should speak your thoughts.

Toji stopped his cleaning to look at you

“It's just us two here, you can tell me anything” he said softly.

You looked around as if you’d somehow find someone sitting in the corner listening in. To no surprise the room was empty apart from Toji’s large muscular body standing a few feet away from you.

“I guess I just fantasize about losing my virginity,” you said, voice fading away.

You felt embarrassed at your confession. You wanted to hide away. Lose your virgin, what a foolish fantasy. Why not something like travel the world or start a business, that’s a real fantasy but no there you sat legs crossed squeezed searching for friction. “I mean- well there's more but I well” your words seemed to scramble as you spoke. Toji stood in front of you smiling at your truth.

“I think that’s a cute fantasy.” he said

He leaned against the table and folded his arm.

“I’d love to hear more about this…” he bowed his head, hiding his smile, “fantasy,” he said finishing his sentence.

“What? More?” you almost yelled shocked by his words

He licked his lips while making eye contact.

“Yeah” he repeated “More”

He got up from the table and began to roam around the room with a sigh.

“I mean there’s gotta be something more to this little fantasy of yours”

He walked over to you fiddling with the edge of your skirt. His fingers brushed against your skin making you feel hot all over.

“What is it, do you have some fantasy of getting tied up for your first time?”

His fingers danced across your skin. He looked down concentrated on his hand movements.

“Or do you just want a nice big cock to stretch you out?”

His words went straight to your core. You were too shocked by the vulgarity of it all to say anything. No one had ever spoken to you like that before. No one’s words had ever made you throb the way his did.He chuckled at your silence. Toji stepped away and went back to cleaning. You almost had the urge to snatch his arm and drag him back to you. You could never see yourself being that brave though.

“Well what about you?” you muttered too shy to speak up.

“Hm? Me?” he asked looking up from his task.

“Oh well I’ve got a few fantasies I guess” He stood with a concentrated look thinking about his own fantasies.

Your mind was running a relay race imagining the lewd words that could possibly come from him. At the same time you wondered what he could possibly fantasize about? What had he not done? You leaned forward intrigued with what he would say.

“Tell me,” you said, eyes wide with interest.

He laughed at your eagerness

“You really wanna know?” he asked, leaning against the table.

You nodded your head, excitement coursing through you.

“I do,” you said in a hushed voice.

Toji walked to you leaving his rag behind. His footsteps seemed so loud in the empty room. He filled up so much space with confidence alone.

“I guess I have that same fantasy”

His finger traced your jawline while his eyes stared deep into yours.

“I’ve been thinking about it alot lately,” he said as he licked his lips. “I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel stretching out a fresh virgin hole. The thought of making someone so innocent beg for my cock while I fuck them dumb” his bit his lip and looked down towards your plump ones “That shit just drives me crazy doll”

Your breath hitched as he spoke. You couldn’t help the throbbing that went to your core. The thought of having someone like Toji give you everything you ever desired sent shivers through you. You knew he’d make you feel better than any toy you had could ever make you feel. The way his lips looked so wet and soft, the way his muscles strained against his shirt, how he always smelled good always made your heart beat so hard you were sure he could hear. You sat starstruck, unable to form the words you wanted to say. Hell, you didn’t even know what to say. Would you beg him to fuck you, to take your virginity right then and there? Would you tell him that's nice and try to change the subject? No you had to take chances,

Live a little kid

You heard Shiu’s words replay in your mind like a record.

Now was the time to live a little.

“You got something on your mind?” Toji asked as if he was just waiting for you to say the word.

“I can help” the words flew out your mouth at the speed of light.

You wanted to hide away after hearing yourself. Help what? Clean? You couldn't pull yourself together.

Toji hummed satisfied with your answer.

“You want to help?” he asked “Are you asking me to bend you over and fuck you in this bar?”

He leaned in to whisper the words in your ear. Hearing him say it out loud almost felt wrong.

“I do- I mean I am- wait I mean” you fumbled over your words too overcome with embarrassment to function.

Toji’s laughter caught you off guard. He grabbed you by the jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was wet. He tasted so sweet even though he had been drinking. His lips were soft. So soft you felt yourself melting into him. Your hands gripped the side of the stool almost tearing at the leather. Toji’s hand moved down to your neck pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His kiss was delicate yet was filled with hunger. His fingers danced up your skirt feeling the heat between your legs.

“No panties huh, you’re not as innocent as i thought” he smiled as he inched his fingers closer to your core feeling the way you were practically leaking.

“This can’t possibly be your first go around. You come in wearing these short skirts” he pressed a kiss to your neck and licked a long strip up to your jaw.

“You're wearing nothing underneath. I bet you were just begging for someone like me to peek and see that pretty little pussy dripping all over my seats.”

You were left in a daze from his fingers just barely brushing against where you needed him most to how he sucked your neck leaving your skin feeling raw. His scent filled your every waking being. He was all that you could feel, see, touch, smell. It was almost as if he had become the only person left in the world and all that you wanted was for him to touch you; to touch you in ways no one had ever done before. You needed him. Your mind was desperately pleading for him to slip his fingers inside of you, to feel your gummy walls and finally give you the pleasure that you were desperately clinging onto him for.

“Please touch me” you whimpered out.

Your voice felt so weak. You were so needy for him, your fingers dug into his arm pulling him closer.

“Such a needy little thing” he chuckled

His fingers moved along your legs teasing you with every touch.

“I need more than that love. Where do you need me” he voiced with his head still in the crook of your neck sucking and licking at your skin.

You grabbed his hand, dragging it up your thigh to place it between your folds. Words seemed to fail you so taking action was your only choice.

“Here”

Toji smiled at your courage. His fingers maneuvered up and down your core feeling how wet you were. He rubbed soothing circles onto the bundle of nerves earning him a soft moan from you.

“Have you ever been stuffed with someone’s fingers?” he asked in a low voice

You shook your head while meeting his eyes.Toji free hand grabbed your jaw.

“Words Princess”

“No,” you whimpered.

Your answer seemed to have a strong effect on him. The thought of watching your innocence slip away from you at his hand was enough to have his cock straining against his pants.

“I’m gonna put a finger in and I’ll let you know each time I do just so you don’t get all shy on me when your pussy’s sucking my fingers in” he smiled.

His thumb kept a steady pace rubbing quick circles while he slipped his first finger into your hole.

“That’s it” he said, rocking his finger in and out of your eyes watching the way your mouth widened to an ‘o’ shape while moans spilled past your lips.

“You like that?” He placed a wet kiss on your lips.”Pussy feels so tight baby, I wonder how you’re gonna take my cock”

You let out a whine while your hips grinded down onto his hand.

“More please, I need more”

Toji’s eyes lit up at your words.

“Oh? My nasty girl wants more huh” He smirked “I’m putting in a second finger now dirty girl, I’ll give you what you want”

His second finger slipped in with ease. A gasp escaped your lips as he filled you up groaning at the way your hole squeezed around his fingers.

“So wet for me doll.” His breath ghosted against your lips as his fingers continued to fuck in and out of you making a mess below you. You let out weak moans and gasp. This feeling of his fingers massaging your gummy walls was something you had never experienced before. You felt the world revolving around you. Your heart was racing in your chest. Everything seemed so loud at that moment. The way his breaths sounded sharp as his fingers picked up speed. The drips of water from the sink he had left running after washing dishes, The cars speeding by not noticing how you were falling apart giving yourself away to him. If a car were to slow down just for a few seconds it would have been so easy to just peek into the window to see how your legs were spread open. Your hips were grinding down onto him. It would have been so easy just to see how much of a mess you were making for his fingers. That seemed to send a thrill through you, having some unknown stranger turn their head and watch you lose your virginity and take a cock for the first time.

“God, it feels so good” you let out a loud gasp unable to contain yourself.

The feeling of him dipping his fingers into you was so overwhelming you thought you might lose your mind. You had never touched yourself like this before. You always stayed away from fucking your self with you fingers to afraid to stick a finger in always preferring to massage your clit. Little did you know the desire and pleasure that would come with having someone shove their fingers deep into you, you were practically drooling from the feeling. You felt a pit forming in your stomach the feeling so foreign all you could do was moan and curse about how good he felt.

“Come on doll” Toji rasped out “ Give it to me, make me proud, show me how pretty you look making a mess on my fingers.”

His words were enough to send you spiraling. You let out loud unfiltered moans. This was new, something better than ever. You wanted- no craved more. This feeling of ecstasy felt like a drug taking over you. You let out heavy breathes as you came down from your high.

“Don’t think we’re done just yet doll, I want you to take your first cock” Toji said as he lifted you bringing you to the table he had just wiped down.

He pulled your shirt up exposing your breast and pulled a nipple into his mouth. You let out a long moan feeling his hot tongue swivel around your nipple. His mouth felt so warm. His hand squeezed and massaged your other breast as he let out a groan. He pulled your skirt off and threw it in a nearby corner.

“You won't be needing that” He said as he took your body in.

He pulled his cock free from his pants and your eyes went wide. Not only was he big, he was thick. You sat staring with a slack jaw fearful that his two fingers weren’t enough to make him fit. He stroked his cock as he rubbed circles on your clit.

“Look at what you do to me doll” he said, voice strained. “Got me so fucking hard I can’t wait to make your pussy cream”

He pushed you down so that your back was laying flat against the table. His arms wrapped around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the table. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit sending shivers through your body.

“Look at you, being so good for me, you ready to take your first cock” he licked his lips staring at your glistening cunt “You ready to make a real mess for me baby?”

The tip of his cock prodded at your hole just barely entering.

“It- It’s too big” you whimpered watching as he held his cock rubbing it through your folds.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll make it fit” he said, eyes never leaving your hole.

He inched his cock into you achingly slowly watching how your pussy sucked him in taking all that he was giving you. Toji’s eyes rolled back, feeling how tight you were squeezing around him. He had known you'd be tight but never did he imagine you’d have him ready to cum just from sinking himself into you. He stilled inside of you just admiring the warmth and tightness of you. He took a deep breath to gather himself.

“Fuck you feel so good” he whispered the words and you almost didnt hear him.

“I’m gonna take it nice and slow for you princess”

He moved his hips in a slow motion watching the way your face moved from being scrunched up in pain to eyes rolling back enjoying the pleasure of being stuffed full.

“You like that shit” he asked as he rolled his hips into you slowly. His cock felt so delicious inside of you. You wanted this feeling forever. He filled you up so perfectly. You couldn’t fathom the idea of having anyone else fill you up like this. The way his hips rolled into yours meeting your hips with a soft slap left you gasping for air.

“Breathe baby breath” he rubbed soothing circles into your hips.

You sucked in a shaky breath not realizing you had been holding your breath focusing solely on the pleasure of him.

“Come on baby let me hear those moans, I want to hear how you sound taking your first cock” he squeezed your hips as he rocked into you. Toji was holding back. He bit his lip trying to contain himself. He didn’t want to destroy you for your first time. It was taking everything in him not to absolutely wreck you. He made a mental note to himself that the next time he stuffed his cock into you, he’d leaving you a drooling fucked out mess but for now he would be content with just watching the way you’d fall apart taking him your first time.

“Tell me how it feels” he leaned down to pepper wet kisses from your collar to your neck. “First time being so full, tell me where you feel me baby talk to me”

You could barely breathe properly and now you were trying to form sentences.

“So good ugh I feel it all in my tummy it's so big” you slurred.

Your moans were so loud any person walking by would have a perfect show to watch. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about any lingering stares that could possibly be watching through the window. Your mind wandered off to thoughts of someone sneaking looks through the window, digging their hand in their pants and getting off to you creaming on your first cock. What a lewd thought. Your whimpers seemed to repeat like a broken record. You couldn’t help but moan and beg him for more.

“Faster please I need more” you whimpered, hardly able to contain yourself as you bucked your hips upwards into him.

“You sure doll, I don't think I’ll be able to stop if I do” his voice was gruff as he fucked you in a slow pace.

“Please” you begged “I need you so bad”

Toji bit his lip. He grabbed your legs pulling them up so your ankles could rest on his shoulder. He rubbed your stomach feeling where his cock was inside of you. His hands massaged your skin as he grabbed your calf kissing your ankle.

“Be a good girl and take everything I give you then, hm?”

His cocked slammed into you at a pace you did not expect. His hips met yours with a loud slap. Toji’s eyes scanned your body watching every movement. Your back arched off the table as you moaned so loud your voice echoed off the walls.

“Look so pretty taking cock” he groaned “ Mean to tell me I’m the first one to get to see you like this”

His thrust were relentless slamming into you “This sight is too pretty to share.” His thumb rubbed circles onto your clit as he rocked his hips into you.

“That’s it taking me so well doll” His words were going straight to your core.

You could barely form sentences, only strained moans and slurred versions of his name. Your body seemed to fall apart for him. The table under you rocked back and forth with his thrust. If you had half a mind you would be worried that it would break but all you could think of was how you were about to cum. You felt a warmth in your stomach as he fucked you.

“Come one Princess I want you to cum with me. I want to see how messy you get for the first time” his words had your eyes rolling back. You felt so weak barely able to do anything but cum on his cock. Your body didn’t feel like yours. You had never came so hard in your life. He was covered in your juices, soaked from all that you had to give him. Toji’s eyes were looking down focused on the way his cum mixed with yours covered his cock. His movements slowed as he fucked the cum inside of you.

“I don’t like being wasteful” he said as two fingers covered in cum moved between your lips. You sucked his fingers obediently without a second thought. You were in such a daze you would have done anything for him.

“You were so good for me” his voice was low as he leaned down placing kisses on your lips.

Toji felt his heart growing warm. He had never felt so soft for someone before.With any other girl who would have already been zipping up his pants and ordering them a ride but for you it felt different. He wanted to fulfill every fantasy you had. He wanted to be the only one watching you cum. It was either him or nothing at all. You were just too perfect to share. From the way your chest moved trying to catch your breath to the way your plump lips sat open wet from drool had his heart feeling like it might beat out of his chest.

“I want to make all those nasty fantasies of yours come true.” He whispered, kissing your skin cock still stuffed inside of you.

“I want to be the only one to get to see you like this”

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[flynnriderishot]

Could do when y/n and Matt get matching build a bears 😍🙏🙏

build-a-bear - m.s

a/n: i’ve never been to build a bear so bare (😉) with me. i don’t actually know how everything works

you and matt have been together for a year now.

in honor of your celebrating this, your boyfriend thought this was the perfect opportunity to take you out to dinner and end the night with going to your favorite store in the mall.

build-a-bear.

to many people, this seemed like just a cute moment between a couple, nothing too serious.

funnily enough, it was wrong.

something like this meant so much to you.

your past relationships all thought it was weird and far too intimate to go to build-a bear for matching items.

one even mentioned how he knew how girls were and something like this practically solidified the relationship. he didn’t want to commit to something so early on. mind you, you dated him for two years. he also cheated, so maybe that should have cleared things up.

matt’s hand tightened in yours as you made it into the store.

“you okay?”

you nodded at him, “yeah. but- you know you don’t have to do this, right?”

“why wouldn’t i want to do it?” he furrowed his brows in confusion, slowly moving you so you weren’t in the way of passing customers.

“i don’t know…”

truly, you didn’t. you just assumed he was doing this because your exes never did and he felt bad. you weren’t aware that something like this was just as important to matt as it was to you.

“i’m doing this because i want to, it’s fun and taking care of twin build-a-bears could be practice for the near future.”

matt left no room for argument, leading you over to the the skin of your bears.

in the end, you both ended up choosing something simple- nothing too flashy but something you both smiled at anytime you looked at it.

“you wanna get clothes?” matt asked, laughing softly at the way your eyes lit up at the idea.

“really?”

he nodded, “yeah, of course. let’s go pick before we get in line.”

the boys eyes followed your figure as you moved around the shop like a kid in a candy store.

“which one should i get?”

“uh-actually…” he cleared his throat, “how about we pick each others outfits and meet up later to show one another.”

confused but intrigued, you nodded at your boyfriends idea. matt left you in your area while he ventured off elsewhere.

there was no need to swap bears as you got the same kind, all that was left was to put together an outfit, let the workers fill it with stuffing, pay and leave.

as you looked through the outfits presented, you couldn’t help but wonder why you couldn’t do it together.

•••

you watched as matt thanked the employee with a smile, walking out of the store with his hand in yours.

“okay, are you ready?” you lifted on your toes in excitement.

matt’s cheeks flushed, nervousness clear in his expression.

“yep.” he blew out a breath, passing you your bag while taking his from your hand.

“you go first.” you urged.

matt didn’t disagree, closing his eyes as his head dropped in shock.

you laughed out at his reaction.

“you didn’t.”

“i did.” you giggled.

his bear almost matched the outfit he wore on your first date to a T. of course, a couple of things were off as your choices were limited in the clothes they had, but matt recognized it immediately.

“do you love it?” you asked, already knowing he did.

“i love it.” he smiled quickly before it faded a bit, “speaking of loving things, i think you’ll love yours more. open it.”

you did as he said, smiling sweetly at the bear that wore a simple, yet cute outfit.

as you went to thank him, matt reached forward and push the play button that you missed while admiring the outfit.

‘i love you’

a soft gasp escaped your lips, “what?!”

“i love you, yn.”

tears welled in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him, “i love you too, matt.”

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[writerslittlelibrary]

So, I'm not a prisoner? extra

masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3 extra

summary: you did not expect that your mission to take down the traitor, could end in such a difficult situation for you…

pairing: Natasha x Red Room teen reader

warnings: none 

genre: fluff

words: 1117

a/n: this is purely because it’s my birthday :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been with the Avengers for a few months, and according to the file you once found, your birthday was coming up. You didn’t really care much for it. You had never celebrated a birthday in your life. Natasha, however, was determined to change that. 

She and the other Avengers had it all planned out. They had been preparing for weeks to make sure you had the most amazing birthday ever. 

After weeks of making you try all different kinds of cake and foods, Wanda had documented what your favourite foods were, and she had remember all your dislikes. 

And so, Tony made sure he had ordered the best, most delicious birthday cake in existence. Bucky, Sam, and Steve were in charge of decorations. Clint and Natasha were in charge of presents, Wanda and Bruce, who turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, were in charge of the food, and Thor had made sure to bring you something nice from Asgard. 

You had no idea any of this was happening. Of course, you had caught on that something was going on. You were a spy, after all, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what the other Avengers were hiding from you.

You had tried on many occasions to make some of them crack, wanting to know what they were keeping from you. Many times, you nearly succeeded, but Natasha was always around to point out your behaviour, making the Avengers you were questioning shut up. 

However, it seemed that Natasha was finally going to tell you what was going on.

When you went to bed that night, she came into your room, sitting on your bed. 

“I just want you to know, that tomorrow we have a party for you. We didn’t want to spring it on you,” Natasha explained, smiling at you as she stroke your hair.

“A party? Why?” You asked, looking at Natasha confused.

“Well, tomorrow is your birthday, and it is custom that people’s birthdays are celebrated,” Natasha explained, and you nodded in understanding. You took a few moments to think, before you decided to ask some questions.

“Will there be cake?” you asked, remembering a movie where you saw someone having a cake on their birthday. 

Natasha smiled at your innocence and nodded. It was unbelievable to her how you, after having been through so much, were still able to hold the innocence in your eyes. 

“Of course there will be cake,” Natasha said. 

“Like in the movies?” you gasped excitedly, and Natasha chuckled, nodding with a smile.

“It’ll be just like the movies,” she promised, leaning forwards and giving you a kiss on your forehead. After saying goodnight, Natasha left the room, and you tried to sleep, although your excitement made it quite difficult. 

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The next morning, Natasha was the one to drag you out of bed. You were tired and grumpy at first, until you remembered it was your birthday, and it was supposed to be an exciting day. 

You were out of bed and ready after that thought immensely quick, joining Natasha who stood outside your door, waiting for you.

She led you to the common area, and you gasped as you saw all the decorations. The other Avengers were sat around the kitchen island, a stack of waffles sitting in the middle. You, however, were too busy admiring all the decorations. You couldn’t believe anyone would do something so nice for you. 

Natasha smiled as she watched the look on your face. In these past few months, she had found there was no greater joy for her than to watch you be happy about something. 

After you took all the decorations in, you moved to the counter, sitting on the barstool at the head. Even the barstool was decorated!

After everyone wished you a happy birthday, and you awkwardly thanked them for it seeing as though you were not used to having so much attention on you, Wanda started handing out the waffles she made, making sure you had all the toppings you could ever want. 

Did Wanda remember everything you liked? Did she care so much about you?

Your brain was running a hundred miles an hour. A few months ago you couldn’t even see a future for yourself, and now you had people that cared so much about you that they even remembered your food preferences. 

Honestly, you could have cried. 

After breakfast, Natasha led you towards the seating area. A huge pile of birthday gifts was sitting on top of the coffee table, and any of the Avengers could notice how your face lit up when you saw it.

Natasha told you to sit down on the couch, and after you did, the other Avengers joined you, either sitting down on the other couches, or taking a seat on the floor. 

Natasha had given everyone specific instructions not to sing for you, knowing how it was all probably already overwhelming for you. She didn’t want to scare you off. And lets be honest, who actually enjoys being sung for?

Natasha was the first to hand you a present, sitting next to you and placing a kiss on your forehead, whishing you a happy birthday. 

You thanked her and opened the gift carefully, scared to rip the perfectly wrapped wrapping paper. 

You soon realised it was a stuffed animal. Your favourite animal nonetheless. You smiled at the innocent and heartfelt gift. For some reason, the simple stuffed animal hit you really hard, and you stared at if for a moment, trying to hold back the tears.

Natasha took your staring as something else, and so became worried she had gifted you something you did not like. 

“Do you like it?” Natasha asked carefully, but when you turned your head and she was met with your teary eyes, her worries settled immediately, opening her arms. 

“I love it,” you cried, crawling into her arm and crying softly into her shoulder. 

Natasha held you close as she rubbed your back, keeping one hand on your head to make you feel as safe as she could. 

After your emotional breakdown, you managed to unpack all your other presents with enthusiasm, smiling and thanking everyone for each and every gift you received. You were certain these people were mind readers, as they managed to get you every single you wanted, or were interested in. 

The day ended with an amazing dinner, cooked by Wanda.

After all the cake, snacks, and excitement, you ended up falling asleep not even half way through your favourite movie. All the Avengers smiled at the sight. You were a truly magnificent soul, and they didn’t know what they would do without you.

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[nr1chaedickrider]

the love that had been simmering all summer.

Sana can't stop thinking about that cute customer - you can't stop thinking about that cute coffee shop owner.

happy late sana day <3, just some fluff, listen to this while reading!

men dni

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You wake up, your rather annoying and distracting alarm clock ringing in the background as you are slightly blinded by the morning sun. You rub your eyes with your hands, then slowly roll over and look at your phone to turn off your alarm.

'9 AM' is written large on your phone. You sit up and look around your room, unpacked boxes are in the corner, your sheets are half on the floor.

You sigh and get up to take a shower.

Your clothes fall to the floor as you take them off. You turn on the water and stand under it. It's cold first, but slowly turns to a pleasant warmth.

You look into your empty fridge as you dry your hair. Your plan was actually to make breakfast - but you couldn't do it without coffee or any food. So you scroll through your phone to look for a café near you.

'Café Milano', a rather new café just a few minutes away from you.

You get dressed and close the door behind you.

-

A small bell rings as you open the door of the café, after a few seconds you notice the pleasant and calm music coming from a record in the background. You look around and close the door behind you, its a rather small café, plants and vintage posters hanging on the walls, a corner with a bookshelf, many tables to sit together or alone.

"Good morning!" a woman greets you with a huge smile, her voice full of energy even though the morning has only just begun. She has a brown apron tied around her white shirt and is leaning against the counter, her brown, rather longer hair is tied back in a ponytail.

"Good morning" you reply, perhaps you took too much time answering - because she giggles like a little girl, but somehow it makes you smile as you walk up to her.

"Do I look so beautiful that you have to look at me like that?" she asks playfully. You laugh, "maybe?".

You look at the menu hanging above the counter.

"What can you recommend if you've just moved here and want to try something new?" you ask and she thinks about it.

"That's a good question. Well, I can recommend the marocchino, a rather sweet espresso with a little Nutella, and maybe one of our home-baked croissants?" she replies, you have no idea what a marocchino is, or what's inside of the home-baked croissants, but you agree anyway.

"Sounds great," she smiles.

"Sit down and I'll bring it to you" you nod and sit down at a single seat, after 5 minutes your coffee and croissant arrive, "Enjoy your meal" she says and goes back to the counter as a few other customers come in.

As you start to eat, you realize how good the coffee actually tastes, just like the croissant. A perfect breakfast for your first morning in Milano.

"It was really good," you say as you go to her to pay. "You should advertise this café a lot more," you add. She smiles again, that warm smile that makes you study her features even more.

"There are lots of other delicious things, maybe you should try the other things sometime" she replies with a wink as you pay for your food. "Maybe" you say, pocketing your money, but before you leave you turn back to her.

"What's your name?"

"Sana, Minatozaki Sana," you're the one with the big smile this time.

"Y/n." you say and walk out of the café, Sana looking after you as the door opens and closes with a ding.

-

"I didn't know you could fall in love so easily," Jihyo says as she leans against the wall and lights her cigarette and takes a drag.

Sana sighs, "I'm not in love! But..."

"But?" asks Jihyo, looking to Sana and offering her a puff, but she declines with a quick shake of her head and a smile. Her hands are in the pocket of her apron.

"She's just so pretty"

"She's so pretty," you say as you shape the clay in front of you.

"In love?" asks Chaeyoung and you start laughing.

"Like I'm falling in love that fast"

"Well from what I've heard, you definitely like her..." you look at Chaeyoung and playfully hit her shoulder with your hand full of clay residue, making her scream. You both continue to work silently on your pieces and you think about who you want to portray the face of with the clay.

Wait, this is your chance.

-

Weeks go by as you always make a daily visit to Sana's café, she always has your marocchino and croissant ready when you come in. You have her number, she knows that you always go to university after the café.

But one question was always in the back of her mind - "Can I use you as my muse for my project?"

"What?" she asks in shock as she cleans the floor with a broom after every customer has left.

"What?" you ask back, only then realizing how stupid it actually sounds to ask the woman you might be interested in to be your muse for your project.

"Just forget it..." you laugh a little and head for the exit.

But you don't get any further as she takes your wrist in her hand and stops you from going.

"I'd like to do it - I'll finish this and then we can go, okay?" you look at her and she smiles, you nod.

After 10 minutes Sana was done cleaning, she hangs up her apron and locks the door as you walk out. The walk to the university isn't far, so you don't even really talk. The darkness gives a pleasant feeling to the whole thing.

"This is the studio," you say as you tie an apron around your waist this time, Sana sits down on one of the stools as you get the clay.

"If you want to take a break just say so, but maybe try to keep a neutral face the whole time I'm working, okay?" she nods and looks at you as you start working on the clay with different tools. Every now and then you look at her and she always looks at you, which makes you blush.

After an hour, you've already done most of it.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today," you smile and take the clay face to a shelf to put it down, Sana gets up and walks over to you, as you turn around she stands right in front of you and you feel the warmth in your cheeks again.

Nobody says anything, you look into her eyes, she looks into yours, then her eyes wander to your lips and back to your eyes again.

She takes your hand, "Watch out, it's full of wet clay-," but she doesn't even let you finish as she pulls you closer to her, her lips landing on yours.

You're shocked at first, but then you start kissing her back. Her soft, slightly moist lips with a slightly artificial taste of her lip gloss only makes you want to kiss her more and more. You hold her by her waist and walk over to the table and push her against it, your hands touching her all over.

She slowly pulls back, your lips parting with a light thread of saliva, but it's only now that you realize the position you're in.

Your one leg is between her two legs, your knee pressing lightly against her core. Her shirt has ridden up dangerously high and her belly is partly full of clay - a dreamlike sight, actually. You look at her face again and she smiles.

"Maybe you can show me what your fingers can do?" she offers with a smile, which you return.

"Sounds great."

#wlw #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader #girl group smut #twice ff #sana smut #sana imagines #sana x reader #minatozaki sana #sana minatozaki #feeling silly #sana fic #sana fluff #sana day #twice fluff

[zentraex]

Could u do an arrange/forced marriage of aizawa fic please ❤️ (Maybe mafia AU?)

Thank you so much for this request! This is my first one and it made me so happy! I hope I didn't disappointed you or something like that.

Like always, English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different than English grammar. So, sorry for any mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: forced marriage, slightly yandere, mentioning of a gun

Also, I got an inspiration for the last few sentences from a picture in Pinterest. So, it wasn't really my idea, but fitted really well.

I hate you

The detailed planning should make you feel like you're floating above clouds.  The closer the day gets, the wilder the butterflies should fly in your stomach.

It should be the most beautiful day of your life: your wedding day.

A nightmare. This is a nightmare.

But why is it exactly the opposite for you? 

Locked up in your room, the only retreat you had left until now, the day scratched squeaking at your door. 

You dreaded this day, so much that the nausea in you grew bigger and bigger.

It is the worst day of your life: your wedding day.

Clack

Clack 

Clack

The shackles around your hands are straining at your wrists. Just...what shackles? The ones you imagine?

How could you end up like this?

Your gaze wanders to the empty seats which are reserved for your parents. 

True, they are to blame... Or rather yourself? 

When did it all start?

Your family was a normal baker's family, nothing special. You were happy to follow their footsteps and take over the shop later.

You would have had regular customers, 70% of them would have been old seniors, and you would have chatted happily with them. Who knows, maybe that's how you would have found the love of your life? 

Your future partner wouldn't have wanted anything big, just a few rolls, but he wouldn't have known which ones. You would have advised him and your way of talking and smiling would have charmed him. He would have come again and then more regularly, and slowly, the two of you would be something more.

You've always raved about it. Who would have thought that this dream turned out to be a nightmare? 

Shota Aizawa or Eraser Head as he is called in his mafia group, was actually the one customer, “your true love".

Your parents wanted to have an evening to themselves, so you had to take over the shop. 

"Welcome," you smiled. The man in front of you was tall. His black hair was disheveled and hung down to his shoulders. His red eyes were only half open. He looked like he had been through several sleepless nights. 

"A few bread rolls."

For a moment, there was silence between you as you waited for him to give a more precise order.

"Which ones and how many?"

His tired eyes wandered through the variety of bread rolls your bakery had to offer. 

"Which ones are good?"

A proud grin formed on your lips. 

"I'd say they are all of the best quality, but if you ask me what my favorites are, it's definitely the milk bread rolls."

"Yes, then I'll take those."

You almost sighed out loud.  What was with that guy?

"And how many?"

His eyes glanced briefly at your smile. 

"All of them."

Your eyes widened when you heard this almost absurd order. Unsure, you analyzed the stranger in front of you, only to get a completely serious look in response. 

"Okay... do you want another coffee? You look very tired."

"No, the work just gives me a lot of headaches. That's all."

"Oh, I know that only too well! I always catch my parents feeling exhausted after a day full of work."

The man in front of you raised an eyebrow.  "Your parents?"

"Yes, they own the store. Normally I just help out, but every now and then I get to take over.

The stranger just nodded.

"So, that would be then..."

Your neighborhood was known for having a dangerous mafia group. There were many reasons why, despite all this, so many lived here. One of the reasons was because the rents weren't too high. Aside from that, it was rather on the edge of the town and therefore there was not really anything going on. The neighborhood was peaceful, if the mafia was left out. Most people were always nice to you and only a few were bullies. But the smiling faces could never hide the fear in the eyes of the people. Many shops had to close out of nowhere and many people disappeared suddenly. You could never be sure if someone was a member of the mafia, as no one dared to reveal their identity. 

That's why you didn't recognize him, just like all the other times: the man everyone feared the most. 

How could you? Not even the members of the mafia gang themselves knew what their boss looked like. 

That's why you always greeted him with the widest smile you've had. First week after week and then day after day. A friendly smile quickly turned into a loving one...

"It's funny how long we've known each other and yet I never got your name."

"It's also the first time you've brought it up, Reader. Do you want to know?"

But there is one thing everyone knew about the boss of the mafia... 

"Don't ask if you already know the answer," you answer with a wink.

The name.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your eyes widened and your breath stuck in your throat. 

"W-What? I don't think I got your name right."

Casual as always, he rested his head on his palm and looked at you with a smirk.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your profuse sweating lasted until he left. Did he mean it as a joke? How could you talk so peacefully with a criminal for so long  ?

Even worse, how could you fall in love with someone like that?

Since that day, you had avoided working in the bakery and spent a while in a friend's apartment. Maybe that was the most decisive mistake you made. 

"500,000 Dollar or our store closes? What have we done to make it happen to us?"

Nothing. Your parents had absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been your fault that you had bewitched him and then disappeared. 

"How are we supposed to get so much money together in three days?"

You had ridden your parents into misfortune.

The three days passed slowly. Your family came to terms with the fact that you can't get the money together and so you all just waited for your end. Shota didn't show up during that time either. 

Too your surprise, The boss himself was present at the day of reckoning. This time, Shota was  wearing a suit and his hair was styled back. He was bent forward, his arms resting on his knees, and his hands are intervened. Typical for him are his half-open eyes and the corners of his mouth pulled down. Usually it made you smile, at that time it sent shivers down your spine.

"The money?" he asked. During all this, he hadn't even given you a quick glance.

"Unfortunately, we don't have it. You know-", your father couldn't even finish talking, Shota immediately interrupted him with a shot of his gun. Your breath trembled, and your sweat ran down your face continuously. 

"I don't want to hear excuses," Shota muttered and sighed. "You know what that means?"

None of you cried or pleaded. You have already finished with your lives three days ago.

"Normally, you have to pay with your life..."

That was true. In the best case, one was allowed to die, otherwise most women became prostitutes and men became slaves. It hit you very badly when one were given the title of a pet. You only heard rumors of how one had to eat dog food.

"But I'm generous today." 

 A wide grin suddenly spread across Shota's lips.

"Either the two of you," he said, pointing to your parents, "die or you give me your daughter as a bride. You can even help with the planning."

You didn't even have the right of codecision. It was also the last time you saw your parents. As far as you know, they had packed their things and moved…wherever. 

While Shota was bursting with satisfaction, your world collapsed. 

And this is still the case today.

Why me?

The wedding march in the background, which made you dream of your future in the past, sounds distorted to you, like the music in a horror movie. Even though the walls of the church are colorful, you see them only with a black and white filter.

Why do you progress so fast when you walk as slowly as you can?

Stay away from me, I hate you.

Worst of all, however, is his mangy grin. Everything in you is screaming out to rip it out of his face.

I hate you!

Except for the 4 closest confidants of Shota, there are no other guests. Your parents have received an invitation, but why should they come? 

When you arrive at Shota's side, the first tears roll down your face.

"We have gathered today because Shota Aizawa and Reader want to enter into the covenant of marriage. Love..."

Love? What love?

"... endures everything, believes everything, hopes everything, withstands everything. Love never ends."

No, I hate you. I don't want any of this. 

"And so, we hope that it will succor you."

Your grip on your bouquet crushes the poor plants. 

"So, I ask you, Shota Aizawa, will you honor and love your wife in good and in bad times? So answer with: yes, I do."

I don't want to be honored by you. 

"Yes, I do."

No! I hate you! 

"And so I ask you, reader, will you honor and love your husband in good and in bad times? So answer with: Yes, I do."

No, I don't want to!

No!

No!

No!

There is silence in the room for a moment. The lump in your throat is too big to get it down all by once. Your silence meets the warning gaze of Shota. 

"Yes, I do."

"So now, by virtue of my office, I declare you husband and wife.  You are now allowed to kiss the bride."

You assh*le, wretched b*st*rd. Don't touch me with your disgusting lips!

As soon as his lips touch yours, it feels like a plague is spreading throughout your body.

The ring he puts on you weighs tons, at least that's how it feels. Your skin burns underneath.

"Look, now you're officially mine. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"A cageed animal is not immediately yours. I'll get away from you."

"We'll see."

#x reader #yandere #bnha #mha #female reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #mafia au #mha x reader #bnha x reader #yandere aizawa #forced marriage #yandere aizawa shouta #Aizawa x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere mha x reader

[thepaperpanda]

A Sense Of Lightness || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: After being accepted as a new Na’vi couple, you decide to mate with Neteyam before Eywa; the ache to be his lifetime partner has been burning inside of you for quite some time

Warnings: smut 🔥(first time)

Word count: 2970

Author: Rouge

A/N: Prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

The transition from childhood to adulthood is marked by customs and rituals in many cultures. A child who participates in a rite of passage has passed from childhood to adulthood. In this regard, the Na'vi were no exception. It has been said that every blessing and independence comes with a price. The blessings and independence of adulthood require emotional self-containment when faced with stress. The mature adult is able to contain and release stress in a safe and healthy way that protects vulnerable others. 

Neteyam, though, continued to feel unprepared - instead he felt like letting everyone down continually on a regular basis, even though his parents seemed to favor him over his siblings. 

The only person who really understood him seemed to be you. The two of you grew up side by side, becoming increasingly close over time. It was because of your persistence in walking to the Utral Aymokriyä that Neteyam realized you were considering something important.

During your conversation, you noticed that he seemed to be zoning out. It's possible that you've scared him; you weren't planning on doing this. As you sighed and gently tapped him on the shoulder, you tried to get his attention back. "Hey, did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I heard. You chose your profession. I'm glad you chose art. You have a lovely voice, and when you sing for us, everyone is mesmerized," Neteyam replied as he walked with you through the woodland.

A smug smile spread across your face as you teasingly whispered, "Even you, I hope."

The forest was the protective mother, a holy sanctuary away from curious glances of other tribe members.

Trying to grasp the idea he thought was floating through your mind occasionally, he asked, "So, why are we getting there?"

As you looked away, you took a moment to collect your thoughts before looking back at him. "You know..." You started softly, "Nga yawne lu oer, and I don't ever want to be apart. I want to be yours and yours only."

Holding your hand while walking, he squeezed your palm slightly and halted after he heard your confession. "Y/N... Are you sure about that?"

Your gentle nod was accompanied by a low whisper of ‘yes’ as you looked into his eyes.

Neteyam dreamed of sharing this moment with you because you were his beloved one, but he was scared about taking such a step at the same time -he was inexperienced and unconfident on this particular field. Neteyam had overheard older boys talking about these matters, and he was concerned - all he wanted to do in the end was provide you with the best experience possible. His hand squeezed your palm harder and he smiled softly, telling you, "You know how much I love you. I promised you once that no matter what, we'll be together, forever. If you truly choose to spend your lifetime by my side, my deepest gratitude goes out to Eywa for setting you on my path and blessing me with the gentleness of your heart and soul.”

A little gasp escaped you as you stared at him with your best doe-eyes. "Oh, Neteyam! It surprises me that you can be so open about your feelings, since you've always seemed somewhat secretive…”

"You know, yawntutsyìp, normally I show things that need to be shown, but those which are more private sit here," he touched his temple. "And here," Neteyam moved his palm and touched his heart. “I can only be myself by your side, only by your side can I reveal who I really am, and only by your side I don't have to hide my true feelings, and I will never cease to be grateful for that freedom you constantly provide me with.”

The bonds of love were stretched by all the things he said, and as your eyes fixed on his, you only let a single tear flow down your cheek. This moment brought you to realize that you loved Neteyam not only for his outer shell, but also for who he was - a friend, a partner in crime, a shoulder to lean on, and hopefully your mate, soon.

It wasn't long before you reached the Tree of Voices - an important spiritual site of the Omaticaya clan. Through neural queue contact with the tree, you could hear the voices of your ancestors, so it was named after its extraordinary feature.

As Neteyam sat on the grass, its bioluminescence, glowing in purple and bluish hues, responded immediately to his touch.

You soon did the same, at first just nuzzling your face against his chest while remaining silent, listening to his heartbeat, losing yourself in the sweetness of the moment. Soon, you spoke. “Although I am not an expert on these matters, I am aware of the pain it can cause. I am not trying to impugn your honor, Neteyam, nor am I trying to presume you are a monster, but until I know more, I cannot suppose myself secure."

"It is frightening, as is everything we don't know," Neteyam remarked as he traced the grass tufts with his thumb, his fingers were never quite touching the flesh of your leg, which was intertwined with his as you sat next to him. "It's going to be quite different from anything we've ever done before. I have been worried about it for a long time. I am concerned about hurting you."

It was becoming chilly as the eclipse approached, so you rolled a little in his arms and crossed your own over your chest. "I trust you so much, Neteyam. I'm afraid of pain, yes, but I know there's more."

Shivering, you felt the cold air on your skin. "Pxìm, when we kiss, our bodies move without us thinking about it. It feels terrifyingly pleasant, but I'm terrified," you said with a shiver. I'm afraid of losing control of my body, that tiny niche of control that I've carved out for myself despite everything." For several moments, he was silent, long enough for you to consider whether you should have spoken that way. 

Neteyam suggested, "Let's explore each other tonight. Each moment we agree to, and each moment we can ask to quash it all." In this way, we won't cross the boundaries we don't want to cross."

There was an intoxicating sensation in your heart - his idea of sharing joy, of discovering, enticed you. If this intercourse was indeed a means to growing closer to each other, you desired it. You gripped his hand tightly and said, "All right, I accept this idea. I wish to explore with you. However, both of us must be in control here and I urge you to ask me before performing any experimentation."

A lusty sparkle ignited in Neteyam's eyes as he moved so close you could feel his breath on your cheek as he spoke just one word - ‘undress’.

In a slightly shy manner, you kneeled next to him, eyeing him attentively. First, you took off the brown fabric covering your breasts and crossed your arms instinctively to cover your flesh. Neteyam gently shook his head ‘no’, and you, regaining your composure, slowly let your hands move down your chest, exposing your privates to his hungry eyes.

When his strong arms wrapped around your almost naked body, you gasped. His hands conformably encircled you, pinning your body to the ground. Neteyam traced circles from your shaking shoulder to your skinny waist, sending goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You could feel his breath pooling on your neck, his fingers abruptly stopping at your hip. As his hands continued down your thigh, a low mewl escaped your lips. The firm grip on your hip, the trace of your knee, the hard thumbs pressed into your flesh - each left you shaking. This reminded you of the passionate kisses you had when you lost yourselves in the divine passion of each other. Your head lifted as you caught Neteyam's lips against yours. You felt blood rushing through your body as skin touched skin. Although the kiss was blissful, there was something searching about the way his tongue brushed against yours. 

Getting confident, Neteyam tugged gently on the strings that kept the cloth covering your lower parts, looking you directly in the eyes.

A silent 'yes' accompanied your nod. As you watched him caress your body inch by inch as he kissed down your chest, the sparkles in your eyes grew brighter. As much as the idea of having Neteyam's hand where you were so vulnerable concerned you, once you started fantasizing about it, you couldn't stop - it wouldn't be anything you hadn't done before though, especially while imagining things the oldest of the Sully brothers would have done to you… You were surprised when he first touched your exposed collarbone rather than between your legs. The kisses retraced the trails left by his hands as they moved from your shoulders and down your sides. The moment his lips touched your legs, you felt a wildfire in your core that demanded to be quenched. As his weight settled over you, his lips layered yours, and then heavy hands slipped beneath the piece of fabric, nestling into the warmth waiting there, then sliding into the awaiting wetness briefly. He gently untied the strings of the cloth, taking it off of you and placing it beside you. Then, his lips locked on your aching mound. Your mouth dropped open - the feeling overwhelmed you, and you seemed as if his hands were carrying you upwards, towards some uncharted destination. “Oh, Neteyam,” you sighed slightly, rolling your head backwards a little, nesting it on a soft grass tuft. “It feels so divine…” The sensation of his softness on your slick folds made you shiver - the feeling was strange, and shameful, because you found yourself wanting more. The repeated pressure at your opening soon transformed from an alien feeling into an inviting one. You groaned into the grass, then moaned loudly, as your pussy lips spread apart, his attention deepening as his index finger gently touched your clitoris.

As Neteyam raised his head, he disengaged his lips from your vulnerable spot, gently running the tip of his tongue along them. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

“Yes,” you whispered, barely moving your lips while looking him in the eyes.

With no unnecessary words, he continued eating you out, exploring your private parts with both his tongue and fingers. In just a moment, he slipped a digit gently into your pussy. His tongue flattened, pressing to your clitoris as his finger moved slowly in and out of you.

Moaning was the only logical reaction, and so you did, becoming a little, moaning mess, begging Neteyam for more.

Neteyam discovered with amusement that your pussy soon became incredibly tight, and your inner, soft walls began clenching rhythmically around Neteyam's finger, milking it with your warm wetness. When the overwhelming pleasure became unbearable, you instinctively slipped your fingers into his hair, gently tugging on his braid as a loud whimper rolled over your parted lips. You rolled to the side, panting - you didn't react as Neteyam came to lie beside you, the limbs tossed in a tumble of warm skin; it was a scene you couldn't have ever imagined.

Taking your time to enjoy so craved closeness, the two of you snuggled together, caressing each other solemnly.

"I guess it's my turn to pay the favor back," you whispered teasingly as you kissed Neteyam's lips passionately while his cloth was being taken off.

Neteyam did not flinch when you rolled to him, just blushed a little - he did not complain when you began your investigation - a truly scientific look at a part of man you had never encountered before. Neteyam's penis was long and curved, too turgid to bend, and his scrotum was soft to hold in your hands; his testicles shifted slowly as your fingers gently caressed them.

Straddling his legs, you felt the muscled calves support your ass. "Have your penis experienced pleasure while your mouth was inside me?" You asked curiously.

He grinned at you and replied, "Your pushes against my head were so vigorous that my shaft thrusted the grass, growing larger, so the answer is yes.”

Seeing Neteyam lying still beneath you, you ran the tip of your tongue across your lips and smiled widely, showing off your teeth. It dawned on you that you no longer felt ashamed of your nakedness.

Daintily, your neat fingers brushed up against his shaft.

A deep sigh was emitted from Neteyam, his eyes becoming large as he jerked a little.

"I see you appreciate such contact," you teased, feeling your embers rekindle. When you encircled his shaft in your smooth palm, he began swearing out loud. 

Feeling him twitch and squirm beneath you, totally subordinate to your whimsy was intoxicating.

A cat's grin spread across your face as Neteyam groaned in response to your touch.

Several minutes passed before he spoke, "Feels so good... But quite sensitive. I need some moisture."

"I think we should do something about that." As you licked your lower lip and nestled yourself between his legs, you lowered your head; initially, accommodating his shaft in your mouth seemed difficult, but once you relaxed your throat and muscles in general, it became easier.

A fistful of your hair was seized by Neteyam, who cursed out loud, "Fuck."

As you slowly bobbled your head, you kept in mind that you had to also work your tongue - girls had said that this way men were losing their senses completely.

While massaging your scalp with his long fingers, he managed to whimper quietly, "The pleasure is unbearable."

After quickening your attempts to please your beloved boyfriend, he began leaking precum; the salty taste was left on your tongue, but you loved it.

His cock fell out of your mouth with a loud pop, and you moved a little to kiss his lips while stroking his shaft and circling his leaking tip with your thumb. “Did you like fìkem?”

A hand was placed on your cheek by Neteyam as he nodded eagerly. "I loved every moment you gave to me, oeyä yawntu."

A mischievous grin danced across your lips as you decided to try something much more intimidating. His cock was grabbed and jerked several times before being rubbed against your pussy. From bottom to top, Neteyam's cock brushed against the wetness under your labia. You couldn't resist shifting further up his legs, which caused Neteyam's cock to pass your second lips. The experience was strange, it was too much, but it was all you craved for so long.

Suddenly, your grinding turned from exploratory to utterly necessary - your strokes collided your sexes and white-hot explosions in the back of your skull made you moan loudly. 

When Neteyam's cock collided with your needing wetness, he instinctively grabbed your tail, caressing its tip, cursing both in Na’vi and English.

"Do you want..." You whispered, slowly grinding against his penis, looking him in the eye. It was hard for you to fully express your desires. "My confidence has never been stronger than now, Neteyam. I need you to be mine fully.”

Neteyam nodded, still playing with your tail, which was wriggling vigorously from the emotions you were experiencing. "I've been dreaming about it, Y/N."

Taking hold of your braid, you swung it over your shoulder, waiting for his reaction.

In a few seconds, Neteyam took his braid into his palm, and soon your neural queues were connected.

The unbearable pleasure now became more intense and welcoming as the warm feeling filled you from within; you felt as if you were drowning in it; your pupils widened rapidly. “Dear Eywa! Neteyam!” 

Upon connecting your queues, Neteyam grabbed his shaft and stroked it briefly before slowly pushing himself into your wet core, causing you to roll your head back in a rapture.

Neteyam's hips were bucking up, and his cock was spreading your insides painfully; his hands were placed on your hips, guiding you back and forth, encouraging you to move faster.

Initially bucking your hips slowly, you allowed yourself time to fully accommodate his member; the curve of his penis filled your pussy to the brim, leaving you panting as your hands stroked his bare chest. "Oeyä Neteyam."

His cock was coated with your slick wetness, which made it more sensitive. In a husky voice, Neteyam warned, "I won't last much longer, baby.”

Nothing could stop you from riding your orgasm against his cock as the pleasure shot through your body. “Neteyam!”

The tightening of his grip on your hips was accompanied by sloppily moving hips as he chased his peak. As soon as your name rolled off his lips, he delved his cock deeply into your pussy, cumming within you, milking your inner walls with his seeds.

As you continued to buck your hips several times, you moved your hand down your body to caress the place you were still connected. “I love you, Neteyam. Once and for all.”

As you got off him, Neteyam whistled, nestling you in his arms immediately. "Irayo for taking me to Eywa."

You kissed his nose lovingly and claimed, "I think we didn't do that badly for our first time."

Having agreed with you, Neteyam chuckled softly, "Yeah, we did a really good job. We're an excellent team, aren't we?" While his fingertips brushed against your sweaty skin, his strong arms held you close to his chest.

Instead of replying, you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his mighty heartbeat. There was a sense of lightness - you attributed some of that to your first orgasms, but you knew your joy reached deeper than that.

Glossary:

oeyä yawntu - my beloved

oeyä - my

Utral Aymokriyä - Tree of Voices

yawntutsyìp - darling

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

irayo - thank you

pxìm - often

fìkem - this (action)

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[funficwriter]

A Wolf and A Snake (Wriothesley x Reader)

Chapter 2: Will the Chaperone Approve?

A/N: WHO'S READY FOR C2?! I hope you guys enjoy this :D

Taglist: @yue-caelum, @reyy-chanx, @mis-disaster

Synopsis: Being a noble meant that marriage was a chess game, not an affair of love. Unfortunately for the pristine Balthazar family of Fontaine, Y/N has long been enamored with love and sought it out before their priorities. After her grey, boring time of courtesy, she meets Duke Wriothesley, who makes her yearn for the first time in her life, and it's the same for him. Threatened by the idea of losing this first, it seems they'll stop at very little to be together...

Warnings: Controlling/abusive parents, discrimination (towards Wrio), sexism, reader has a breakdown, yandere themes.

Your parents loved the idea of you taking a vacation not to rest, but because 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. They were clearly referring to the nobles, who would only pine more if you were unavailable for a while.

Last night, you all returned from Belleau, warmly welcomed by the main manor's staff. Your favorite among them was your governess, Agatha; Though she generally listened to your parents' instructions, she occasionally broke some rules for you. That night, she waited until everyone else was asleep to bring you some cake, in exchange for you telling her about the nobles.

"And what about Duke Arya? I know you looooove braggarts!

"No way! All he does is talk about himself like he's Focalors!".

And you'd both laugh. You loved how Agatha has evolved to be a mother figure to you. It was unfortunate when she had to go and let you sleep, but oh well.

You knew this time would come; It was the morning, and you saw a servant bring tea to the room where your parents read the declarations of courting that were received over the vacation.

"Pierre, please call my daughter here. We must discuss something of the utmost importance.".

The servant would nod, your status as a young maiden really hammering home the point. You walked in, a little unnerved by the warm smile your parents sported, but better that than scowling.

Your mother was the first to talk: "Ah, good morning Y/N. You look as beautiful as you ever did.".

Your father, always thinking ahead, had to add on: "Indeed, so beautiful to make half the Court's dukes turn their heads!".

He let out a loud, victorious laugh. Maybe it would take you a while to get used to this pride for you. You sat down, looking over the small stack of papers. It was truly fascinating, in a weird sense: All these crests and emblems, clearly signaling many different gentlemen... And they all shared the same recipient sitting right in front of them.

"So as per custom, your mother and I have looked over most of them. We've already scrapped the ones from barons, since you can clearly marry up with your amount of choice!".

Was there choice? While it was true that you had a smidge of a say, it was just that. Furthermore, that smidge had to be based on standing, finances and the criteria deemed 'important' for your marriage. Love was not on the list. Maybe a word tossed around or an act indulged in, but nowhere near the other criteria.

How would they react if you told them who you truly wanted to marry? How would they like their daughter throwing away business owners, legacy holders and other 'fancier' nobles for the one who dealt with the backdoor business of Fontaine? No matter, you decided to use that 'smidge' to the best of your ability.

"I'm glad to see I can marry up.".

"Yes, yes. Now look here, my dear. Your mother likes Count Evermore, since he seemed sweet with you...".

And off your parents went off, comparing this Lord and that important person to the other. There was whose business would last longer, which last name had more history, which was cleaner... After the third new name, your mind fazed out to Wriothesley. You wanted to be courted by Wriothesley. You wanted to say yes to Wriothesley. Screw the Evermores, Archadelles, Demauris... Being a queen itself did not compare to being his Duchess of Meropide.

"There are still a couple of unread letters, though...".

"Eh, I don't know. My heart's already set on Archandelle or Evermore... But we'll see these too. There's Dukes and Viscounts, which is good...".

It was as if timing synced up. Your mother grabbed an envelope featuring a wolf crest. No, the wolf he wears right under his shoulder.

It seemed relatively short, but the text must be good. Your mother looked pleased for a minute.

"Oh, my! Gentlemen who are this sentimental about their potential wives are quite rare! Oh...".

When she got to the sender's signature, the dreamlike effect waned off of her. It was as if she was hoping someone else had sent this one. Your father took one look at the crest and understood it all. Nevertheless, he still read it. For now, playing a little dumb (as any good girl should be, in their opinion) sounded like the best option to prod.

"Who is that, father?".

He took a deep breath and looked at it as he answered: "Duke Wriothesley of Meropide. (he chortled) I wonder if he took writing classes while we were away?".

You didn't know how to feel anymore. At first, your despair was replaced by the sheer joy his name brought you. Yes, that was the one you loved best! And you saw some of his past written inquiries, he was always well-spoken and eloquent. Why was your father insinuating that the opposite was normal? You wanted to see it and compare it to what he wrote to your grandfather.

"By the way, Y/N, there's something we must ask you. During our last party, you were seen chatting in a rather... Animated fashion with him. What were you talking about?".

Crap. You should have expected gossip to fly around and narrow your parents' eyes at you. You went with the safe answer: "Mostly books and music. He likes going to the opera whenever he can.".

"But we don't see him often, so I'm presuming he's not always free, is he dear? I was frankly shocked that he even came to the party.".

You knew they'd be nitpicky about even nobles who fit their bill, let alone someone considered 'atypical'. But did anyone see you two leaving? Heart thumping in fear, you prayed to Focalors that they just heard of you two talking and nothing else.

"I mean... Mother, father, while he may not be the most typical Duke, he's still an important component in Fontaine's justice and security. Haven't you noticed crime rates have plummeted ever since he took over? Just like Count Evermore, he holds justice close to his heart.".

Your mother nodded, seeing your point of view, before turning to your father: "I prefer other gentlemen, but she's not entirely wrong. We want her to be with someone who exemplifies Fontaine's core values, just as she embodies them.".

"Yes, yes. We might take that into consideration, but listen to me, Y/N...".

You were so sick of these lectures, but it seemed like your point might hold weight. Grin and bear it. Grin and bear it for him.

"We'll want to consider as many as we can, then narrow down the choice, which will happen after the next event. However, we've raised you to know the best options. You know there are many, many better options laid out to you right now. Unless something happens and they fall from grace, for example, keep the bulk of your attention on the Dukes we have discussed most.".

"...Yes, Father.".

He called out to his wife: "Aren't I right? Isn't what I'm saying the core of successful marriage?".

"Yes, yes, my dear. Though she'll entertain many conversations, she'll focus on our best options. And I must say, it's entertaining how we didn't have to do that much narrowing down, since she's got choice.".

He smiled fondly at you: "Indeed. I know we've raised a fine, young lady. Only at her social debut and she's already brought us so much praise.".

For years, you had yearned for this moment; Your parents smiling like the ones in the fairy tales, kindly praising you and reminding you that they loved you. Had you had this recognition a couple of years ago, you'd readily accept whatever husband they threw at you. But at this stage, it was too little, too late. Your heart has already been captured by Wriothesley, your thoughts invaded by him and no amount of love (Which, conveniently, only arrived after their 'investment' paid off) could change that. You focused on the bright side of seeing him again, and the chance he'll get of putting a good impression to your parents. A Duke was well-versed in that, especially if he liked the lady in question.

The servant knocked: "Forgive me for disturbing this important discussion, but young Lady Y/N's tutor has arrived and inquired as to whether she has lessons for today or not.".

"Oh heavens no! You should get going, my dear. Skipping lessons would be the last thing you need!".

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"That sounds like quite a feat of courage on your part, Duke Archandelle!".

"Indeed, Baron Balthazar. But it might not be courage so much as enjoying the hunting season.".

You did not like this arrangement; Your parents and yourself were with Duke Archandelle, the two men chatting away. Within its course, your father seemed happier and happier, which was bad for you. He's looking for any Duke to pick over Wriothesley, and if Archandelle is 'too good' per say, you know who you're getting paired off with and it's not the one you makes you swoon, laugh, or question the deeper nuances of life. Not the one you love.

"You remind me a bit of myself in my younger years. It's a rite of passage to go after the largest deer your group can find.".

"And the night that followed was equally as thrilling. (he gave you a slight glance) We watched a gorgeous ballet number at the Opera. The Lady of Cooler Waters, I believe.".

The mention made your parents more excited. Here was a kind, courteous gentleman who helped you watch your step, who enjoyed the hunting season and the arts in the same day. Manly, but not brutish. Basically, a perfectly adjusted and balanced gentleman.

A knockoff version of my Wriothesley. How thrilling.

Speak of the devil, tufts of black and silver hair appeared in the sea of blondes. They were twisting around, as if their head was turning around a lot to look for something. In the end, it was someone, and there he was, looking so broodingly handsome and making every other man in the room look average at best. His blue eyes scanned the room, and once they landed on you, it was over for the both of you.

You wanted to swim in those cold eyes until you got hypothermia. You wanted to be thrown into their cool pond and feel the temperature restart your system. But what a paradox took place; Once he found you, your heart felt ready to explode on the spot, and your temperature was rising rather quickly. The once-light dress now felt stuffy. If you fainted, how would you explain this to your parents? You saw his own pupils dilate and his stoic expression break out into an enchanted smile that meant a million more than your parents' or that stupid Archandelle's.

He's here. He looks so handsome. His smile is so cute and gorgeous. Why can't he just come in and join our conversation? Stupid high society social codes!

You could tell that he was trying to get close, already in conversation with a few others nearby. Though they were trying to focus on what he was saying, they were gazing - either in surprise or in prejudice - at his wolf ears.

So rude! So ignorant and incapable of realizing that he's far more handsome that he ever will be!

Once Archandelle left to catch up with a friend (not before obnoxiously letting you know that he wants to talk to you again), a bit of freeway opened up for Wriothesley. Ever the go-getter, you didn't doubt that he'd take it.

"Ah, Baron Balthazar, you picked quite the lovely night to plan this.".

Your father smiled, although it looked rather forced. You bet he wouldn't look like that if it was any other noble: "Duke Wriothesley! What a pleasant surprise, we were worried that you might not make it!".

"Oh? Well, I've always had a penchant for surprising people. How do you do, Madame Balthazar?".

Your mother exchanged pleasantries in the same tense way your father did, her eyes narrowing down on his ears. No wonder he was so happy when you expressed appreciation for lycanthrope culture; Everyone else was being such a jerk about it, and you wondered how he lived side by side with it. Maye you can ask that later.

Though he talked to your parents, you couldn't avoid his gaze. He didn't like a lot of the people here, them included (not that you could blame him). He didn't come here for them, but for you. Enough with the pleasantries, he decided.

"I think by now, you know of my feelings regarding the beautiful young Lady Balthazar. And so, I couldn't let myself show up without a present for her.".

He handed you a small, silver box; Sleek, minimalistic but with a beauty that didn't need the other nobles' gaudiness to shine. You opened it to find a silver bracelet (how did he guess your wrist size, anyway?!) adorned with the same wolf emblem he wore.

Deep breaths! Deep breaths! Don't faint or blush, act normal!

After one, you finally got to talk: "Oh, Your Grace! I-I... Forgive me for my lack of speech, it's splendid!".

Your original plan was to not be too excited by him, but could you really help it? A few other nobles got you presents, too, but you had to question your class' taste in what a lady would like. This was just perfect. If it weren't for your parents, you'd wear it right now, but you had to control yourself.

Your father coughed: "Hem! Er- Thank you for the thoughtful gift, though one would deem it a bit too confident to have their crest on it... Say, how are things at the Fortress?".

He had the urge to punch this annoying old man. Here you were, happy and frickin adorable over wearing his crest, already so eager to demonstrate who you belong to, then here comes the Baron to shut this moment down.

"Pretty stable for now. We aren't receiving many new inmates. Perhaps people are losing interest in crime, in which case, that's a victory for Fontaine.".

"Mhm. Yes, indeed. We have much to thank you for, especially your service. I can imagine it's a hard job.".

He chuckled a little, stealing whatever gaze he could at you (man, he felt like he was reverting to his young thief self): "Not necessarily. Most people behave, and you learn quite a bit. I'm still rather young for a Duke, but ever since I started, I've become much better at protecting what matters to me.".

As he talked, it was more obvious that by 'what matters', that included you. Now the image was stuck in your head: You, in danger for whatever reason, and him dashing in to save you and proclaim that you're his drive, his love, what matters to him the most. This sounded like your fairytale prince. Did anyone in your manor think that way of you? Did you even matter to the other nobles beyond potential unions with a historic and important name?

"I'll cut to the chase, Your Grace, since my daughter is the biggest reason behind the last two events. Say you two married; Would she always be what matters to you? Do keep in mind that that's a heavy proclamation.".

The beautiful thing about Wriothesley was that he was ready for such questions. Most nobles hired a conversation coach to 'deal with the maiden's father' so they could speak well in front of him, thus swaying his opinion in their favor. Wriothesley was genuine. Earnest. He only needed himself to back up his claims.

"I said it, and it will always apply. If you know me well, you'll notice, dear Baron, that I'm a man who finds principles that work and sticks to them. The same applies to deciding my priorities, even if other people may not see what I see.".

"What do you mean by that?".

"I myself was always interested in being married, but you know how the start of a career is; So hectic, you can barely think of anything else. I could see where the rumor of me losing interest in companionship came from. Now that I'm more established on several aspects, I can focus on my own personal goals, including being a good husband."

"Yes, indeed. It does take a gentleman a while before he gets married. And considering your important position, I can presume my daughter will be taken care of?".

Perhaps you should look into a Kamera, to always have a picture of that sweet smile: "Without a flicker of a doubt. And I know courtship should take a while. Please take all the time you need to decide. Should you want to know anything that you think might impact the process, please let me know.".

You wanted to declare victory; He could stand against Duke Archandelle and (at least) make the choice harder for your father.

"Do forgive me suspicion, dear Duke, but does what matters to you extend to... you know... People who aren't, of your ilk?".

Oh no. Oh no, no, no please...

As he said 'of your ilk', he pointed at his own head, referring to Wriothesley's wolf ears. You could feel your love tense up, but keep his cool for another reason besides you; Hybrids were held to such an unfair standard. One trace of annoyance or anger from them and everyone would talk about how 'they're too dangerous to live in human society!'.

"Pardon, my ilk? We're all noble Fontainians here.".

"Oh, I can tell you only come with chivalry and good intentions. But I must point out that even if I'm just a Baron, 'Balthazar' is among Fontaine's oldest and most noble names. People look up to us even more than the average noble family, including our unions and bonds. So marriage has always been a very tricky thing for us, even with close humans.".

Both of you tensed up, and you had to fight back tears. While there was still a chance, technically, you father was alluding to rejecting this pairing, possibly in favor of another Duke.

This is unfair. This is so unfair, and you never wished to not be a noble until tonight. No, you wished you had no parents, that way you could control your fate a bit more, even if people gave you the side eye. Even by noble standards, he was husband material! You wouldn't have to move a finger as his wife. You'd be touted as important, as 'a lady of justice' since that's what your husband is involved in. But no, your parents just have to shut their eyes and ears and call all the shots in relation to you-

Oh, Focalors, what did I do so wrong for you to let me be born as their daughter? Wouldn't it be better if I were just his prisoner? Even now, a prisoner is more his than me!

BOOM!

A loud sound resonated from one of the gardens. The music's abrupt stop further panicked many people, some leaving the ballroom to see what's going on, others peering over the balconies. Your parents belonged to the first camp. A hand immediately grabbed yours; It was Wriothesley's.

"Quick, we're on limited time!".

You both made a dash for a spare room nearby. He closed the door and finally caught his breath. Before you could ask what he was doing, he lunged to embrace you in his arms, the sheer strength making you gasp.

"Okay, listen. I need to tell you two things, okay? They're very important...".

He stopped to pant again.

"Wriothesley, what's going on?".

"A friend of mine made a diversion to buy us time. I can't say these things in front of your parents.".

You nodded.

"First of all, starting tonight and per usual courtship processes, your parents might be spying on what mail you get, so our communication will be halted if they find out... If they find out what we say to each other. But I have a way to keep it up. Can you stay up for a bit to see it, maybe around 12 or 1 AM?".

"Certainly, certainly! If it helps us keep talking, I will!".

Even with the stress rushing through him, your eagerness brought on a multitude of emotions. Gosh, you were so cute. It wasn't enough for you to be so adorable early on, and his own personal type, was it? Your reaction made it clear that he wasn't the only one feeling this way. He was glad that the first plan would work out.

"Thank you. It's vital if we wish to be together. It doesn't sound like I can hold up to the competition your Father has for me-".

The allusion to him not being enough was the last straw for tonight.

"Don't say that, don't say that again! He doesn't know anything about what makes a good man, alright? He demonstrated that enough tonight! You're worth a million more of these stupid other men, okay?!".

He knew ladies were capable of being angry, but something about seeing it in real life, for the first time, was astounding. And yet deep down, he saw the outburst coming. Between your shaking hands and teary eyes, and how much you had to hide them from your father... His heart broke a little at seeing the love of his life so anguished, her tears dripping down quicker than she could wipe them.

"It's so obvious he doesn't care! He'll gladly excuse poor table manners or slimy behavior in general, but when someone just happens to be a bit different, that's when he says 'no sale' and shuts me up! 'We care about good repute and you', my foot! It's all about his name and what he wants... Why does my say not matter? Why?".

You didn't want Wriothesley to see you in this state so early, but after tonight's tension, you just couldn't. You were so sick of living with your shots being called for you. For so long, life was horribly dull, depressing through the lens of a growing child. When you finally found someone who washed away that grey and exposed you to the color of life, you were told you were forbidden from having it ever again. You had to follow the life script your parents wrote, your happiness be damned.

Your sobs racketed up and down, before quieting when you felt his weight on you; Slowly, warmly and lovingly.

"Star of my life... I'm so sorry for how tonight went. Believe me, I wanted to punch him. I hate how rigid this social code is, even more on you...".

You just realized that this was the first time he touched you beyond holding your hand. When you were young, you imagined your favorite chimney in the house to be the warmest place in the world. Oh how wrong you were, but to be fair, you couldn't have known before he took you in his arms; A fortress and a hearth all at once.

"I'm so sorry... You know, I was about to tell you the second thing, which I believe may help you...".

"What is the second thing?".

He slightly detached himself, though still holding you, to look deep into your eyes and silently swear upon those beautiful orbs: "By the name of Focalors and my own as the Duke of Meropide, you will be mine. We will end up together and you'll forget the names of the other men. Yes, we'll face some hiccups along the way. But in the end, all your other suitors will fall, one way or another. And once that happens, we'll be looming over them, with you in my arms for the rest of our lives.".

"Wriothesley... Forever?".

"Yes. We'll never have to face a dull day again. Forever. Forever, until Fontaine keels over and becomes dust.".

Your breath slowed down. He sounded so serious, and you wanted to believe in it. This man's caliber was an exceptional one, and something told you that once he made a promise, he kept it until he withered.

He leaned in a little and so did you. Your time was probably out, but you'll be damned if you can't enjoy it. You were closer, and closer, taking in his scent of cedar and myrrh until...

"That explosion was scary!"

"Shows you that commoners have no concept of watching over their kids.".

The nobles were slowly filing back into the ballroom. Wriothesley let out a quiet 'Goddamnit!", before looking through the door. Once the camp was clear, you left earlier, armed with the lie he gave you: "Oh, I lost my parents and I was so scared!". Perfect for a fragile, innocent maiden. The party went on, and you started questioning what the new way of communication would look like. The 'spying' aspect brought a bit of amusement to your mood, which you needed.

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12:49 AM

Wriothesley ended up being right about your parents controlling your mail. One letter from a male classmate ended up opened and half-torn on fear that he was a rival suitor, before they read the hasty message asking you about a homework assignment. You presumed he's seen many courting processes (perhaps wondering when did he get to be the groom?) and understood their workings well.

The letter you were writing was almost complete. You felt a little clearer in the head after venting out on paper, albeit still very sad. Your father really, really wanted to pair you with Duke Archandelle. But Wriothesley was so determined, even risking his friend - and himself, should they snitch him out - to tell you to not lose hope. For now, all you could do is wait for the 'new method of communication'.

In the meantime, you tried to play a little guessing game to keep your mind off of everything, but to no avail. You also wore the wolf bracelet, its sheen reminding you of his piercing eyes and silver tufts. Your thought of train was about to restart until you heard a small bark.

"Huh?".

Save for the security Dobermanns you often have, dogs were not allowed in the manor. Were you perhaps just thinking about your own dog-like lover too much?

"Arf!"

This one was much louder, and on the left side of the table. The source of the barks was an adorable husky puppy, smiling and approaching you. He wore a collar with the Duke's crest on it, and a sort of paper backpack which you presumed had Wriothesley's message for you.

"Awwwww, you're so cute!!".

You weren't often exposed to dogs, but nevertheless you took it in your arms to pet it. His color scheme reminded you so much of Wriothesley, you wondered whether it could be him in his animal form. The collar was double-sided: The back had 'Frosty' written on it in clumsy handwriting that you knew wasn't the Duke's.

"Frosty? Were you sent by Duke Wriothesley of Meropide?".

He barked again, as if confirming your questions. You took out the 'backpack' to find an actual letter, a whistle wrapped up in another note which read:

ABOUT FROSTY

Y/N, excuse my handwriting and format, I'm writing this in a hurry. Before you ask, Sigewinne named the pup. She wanted to name him 'Wriothesley The Second', originally, then settled with 'Frosty' since that was the closest compromise we found. I rescued him from drowning two weeks ago and planned to hand him over to a reputable shelter, until I noticed his smarts. He's delivered my mail efficiently, even if it was his first time going to a new place. He knows where we both live, and answers to the whistle enclosed with him. Use it if you need to send me anything, especially something urgent. You will be my wife soon, so we should get into the habit of good communication. Don't hesitate to tell me anything, especially if it terrifies or excites you. I always have an ear for you.

Wriothesley.

Archons, Wriothesley was so cute. He looked so tough but you could always count on him to decide on such a way. You attached your own letter and pet Frosty one more time before he disappeared into the night.

'You will be my wife soon...' Will I, Wriothesley? Will I really see a day where I'll wake up with you by my side, and not bemoaning my being alive, but thanking my stars for the arrangement?

You two will be together. You weren't sure how many more boring dates you had to go to with Archandelle, but as Agatha told you: All was in due time. It had be a matter of when, not if, the promise was fulfilled and you would no longer belong to your father. Oh, you could hardly wait for that day. For one you'll be wearing the bracelet he gave you. That day would also have sweets, love and definitely not him.

#wriothesley x reader #yandere wriothesley x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere reader #genshin fontaine x reader

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no panties

warnings: neutral gender fem bodied reader, semi-public, mentions of spit, fingering, oral f!rec, a really little moment of mutual mast. enjoy enjoy. a pretty long smut surprisingly.

Enter a sex-shop needed more valor than you expected. And, specially, having such a man smiling at you and asking if you’re okay, because you froze at the door, fully blushed and shy, playing with the leather band of your bag, thinking seriously about turning around and going back home even knowing everyone would look at you because of your strange behavior. But, once you’re here, what can you do?

Your best friend told you this was the most discrete shop of the city as soon as she discovered your desire to get — finally— something to spice up your nights, even when all the toys displayed on the shelfs as if it were cupcakes did had a lot of adjetives, but not discrete. “Are you alright?” he asks again, and your eyes collide with his. He’s tall, and the messy raven bun gives him an irresistible aura, just increased by his sharp and slanted dark eyes looking directly at yours. He was softly smiling as you nod and got quickly lost between the shelfs, unable to hear his giggles. You awakened his curiosity, he has to admit.

You don’t even know why you’re here, in any case. It was late at night when, drinking with your friends on a near bar, one of them, kinda tipsy, started to tell with lots of unnecesary details how good she spends the nights now that she got something for her to enjoy. All of them started to agreed until the conversation got fixated on the only one that said nothing. You. They convinced you to get one to spend the lonely nights. To discover yourself. And it wasn’t a bad idea, but you’re maybe the most shy thing on earth, and just reading the red sign outside of the shop brought all the blood to your cheeks. It took you a while to push the door, entering the shop with your gaze low and the sundress lifting a little because of the wind.

While you walk between shelfs full of colorful toys, the boy keeps an eye on you, the same joking side smile while his eyes follow your body between the shelfs. You’re pretty, he’s not gonna lie. You’re attractive, and the cute sundress you’re using adapts so well to your body he doesn’t even need to imagine how nice your curves must be under it. He raises a brow when you turn around, cute eyes looking everywhere, open with curiosity. He presses his lips together to avoid a smile when you get closer to a wand, discovering that it vibrates by proximity. He gives a couple steps back, eyes still fixed on your graceful body moving between the corridors and the expositors. You sigh. There are too many things, and you don’t know where to use half of them. He decides to talk to you, silently approaching you as he stands next to you, both looking to rainbow ordered shelf.

"Are you searching something?" the dependent asks, with a side smile and sharp eyes looking directly at you. You feel how every single vein of your body rushes the blood to your cheeks at the same time that your heart jumps inside your chest because of the sudden talk, and you look to the shelfs full of sexual toys in front of you, avoiding his gaze, while nodding quietly. You can hear his calm steps and he easily reaches the shelf. It's ridiculously taller than you, and you can smell his cologne softly on the air. He smiles again. "So, egg? bunny? magic wand? for couples? panty? bdsm?" he keeps the straightest face while listing all the types of vibrators he has in front of him. "Maybe you're more into sucker..." he looks to the shelf on his back and you stop him, softly speaking.

"I... don't really know which one I should use... I never had one." words escape cutely from your lips, as the boy can't help but smile softly. Even when he's used to do these questions, he finds it a hundred times more enjoyable with such a cute customer. Taking a couple keys from his pocket, he smiles at you wider. Godess, he’s so damn attractive.... It’s almost an offense to be this handsome.

"I see... I'll need to make you some questions in order to find which one suits you better..." He points the door behind the shelfs as he speaks to his workmate. "Taking the customer with me for the questionary." the other man nods as his brows go up and down. Once he passes, he makes you enter, closing behind you two. You’re quite nervous. You didn’t know there was a questionary for this things. The attractive man sits in front of you as his gaze analyzes your summer dress. It suits you so perfectly he can’t even look up at your eyes again. He obligates himself, clearing his throat. He makes you sit on a table before sitting in front.

“I’m Suguru, and I’m going to ask you some questions, so we can define what type of toy you should buy, alright?” You nod, blushed again. Answer sexual questions to this man must be some type of divine punishment. He takes his tablet out. “First, did you ever had sexual encounters?”

Wow, the first question and you feel already like disappearing from shame. You nod quietly a couple times. It was a long ago, tho. You think about adding that to your answer, but your voice seems gone. “Was it recently?” you shake your head, thanking the gods for the question of the man sitting in front of you. “Good…” He takes note of “Size: little”, but his head starts to think about that. A long ago? You look so hot and cute… He would definitely change that.

“Do you usually masturbate using fingers or any other thing you can take inside?” Damn, he was using such a vocabulary… Isn’t the room too hot? He’s secretly enjoying the way that your eyes find more interesting places to look at than his face. You’re so blushed… He has been also aware on how your legs press under the transparent table. He crosses them on his ankles, his chest touching the surface as he sits properly, closer to you.

“J-just fingers…” you say quietly, and he takes note of that too, bitting his lip under the thought of yourself, using those little fingers, crying out his name and begging for him. The images are invading his mind as his eyes soflty scan you enterely. He wants to cross the table and kiss you. Fuck, you’re so cute, so red and flustered… He can’t keep making those dumb questions. He stands up, walking behind you. Even when you thought his presence might be intimidating, his touch on your shoulders make you relax.

“You’re too tense answering this…” he whispers, as his hands massage you softly. They sometimes get closer to your discovered clavicle, quickly going up again. Your skin reacts with electricity as his hands keep going. “Relax a little, yeah? Or else, I’ll end making the practical questionary…” It was a lie. Not that he would take things practical, but yes that a practical questionary exists. He never got wild with clients, and less on the shop. But seems like there are first times for everything.

“P-practical?” you ask. You cheeks blush again. How cute. His hands go down, reaching your breasts. You sigh under his touch, even knowing that there’s fabric between his palms and your skin, but already feeling that good.

“Mhm. You know, getting to know your body language to different stimulations.” he coos near your ear, as you press your tighs together again. Of course, he saw that. “Are you interested, honey?” his voice sounds so smooth you can’t help but nod. The attraction feels heavier when he’s behind you, hands touching you as his voice guides your thoughts. “That’s it, how I wanted.” He walks towards the door, closing it with the key, as he comes back. His body is again standing behind your chair, where you can’t see him, as his hand wraps softly around your neck, and the other slides above your chest to squeeze your breast. “No bra, I see…” His gaze goes to your pressed legs, and, with a quick movement, he takes the chair away from the table, walking towards the front, bending over the chair, getting so close to you as if he was gonna kiss you. His fingers lift your dress and quickly take your panties waistband, taking them away with a fast movement. He licks two of his fingers until they’re dripping saliva, getting so ready to follow the explicit images that his mind has been creating for the last 5 minutes. He looks at the stain on your panties under your blushed gaze. Of course, you’re wet. Ridiculously wet. He wants to know how will you end once he’s deep inside you.

“Let’s see…” he takes them, putting them on his pocket, an excuse to see you again. Even when he doesn’t plan to give them back to you. He would probably use them later on the darkness of his room, maybe smell you on them, maybe wrap his cock with them as he thinks he’s fucking you. He gets hard just with the thought of what you two are about to do. His fingers are still wet when he presses them against your core. "You'll may enjoy simple things..." you feel two of his fingers inside, a torturing and slow circle motion while his lips are dangerously close to yours and your body arches on the chair, searching more depth and more contact with his body. You try to kiss him, getting closer, but he parts with a giggle, asif he was having fun with it. "Maybe just a plastic cock will help you, but why should we just ignore that I can fuck you better than that thing could ever?" he whispers as his fingers curve towards your walls. You let a long moan out as your hands grip his shirt, taking a satisfied smile from him. "Just see how your body reacts to my fingers… To only my fingers..." Without a word, he takes them out. Your moan turns sad when you don't feel them inside. He laughs a little. "Remember we're searching your adequate toy, hm?" He kneels softly, eyes shining with lust as he licks his lips, tongue being such a tease while it passes above his pink lips, leaving glossy spit behind. “What I thought when I saw you… Maybe a sucker goes better for you." Without more words, his lips capture your clit, sucking softly, making you tangle your fingers on his raven locks, bun messier than before, and your legs cross behind his body, unconsciously pulling him closer. He won’t say it, but he likes it. How your body presses him, wanting him deeper. It’s a sign of how good he’s doing it.

“G-god…” you moan, as your body arches towards his mouth. He wants to hear you. He wants to hear you calling him. Calling his name. Crying for him, begging. He fantasizes with your voice breaking on a moan. He parts with glossy lips, licking his fingers again as he puts two inside. Your cute eyes seem about to cry from pleasure as your fingers are still tangled on his hair. “Please…” you beg him. “P-please…”. Right were he wanted you. Godess, he’s so hard… An d you’re making him even more, every single minute that passes. His autocontrol is almost reaching the limit line, and he doesn’t know if he will be able to keep looking how you become a mess without exploding.

“You’re missing my name, baby.” he jokingly sings, as his fingers curve inside you, making you gasp for air. His lips trace your neck when you let your head fall back, tongue playing near your jaw as he bites sweetly all way down your neck, including your clavicle, as his fingers keep fucking you softly, slower everytime, almost forcing you to say his name. Your shyness disappears as soon as his fingers move so slow you need to move against them. He kneels again, mouth near his fingers, and you can even feel his hot breath against your folds. You close your eyes, mouth open as he smiles for himself

“Please… Suguru, please…” His tongue licks you again, fingers still thrusting painfully good inside you as your head falls back again with a long moan. He’s enjoying this way too much, how your pretty legs get around his neck to bring his mouth closer, and how you try to mute your moans by covering your mouth with your hand. You look so pretty and so damn hot like that, dripping wet for him as he takes every single drop on his mouth. You taste so heavenly… But, sadly, he has a more needy place on his body, achingly hard against his pants, twitching with every moan he hears. With an audible kiss, the boy parts from you as his fingers also leave your cunt, and you’re already missing his skilled tongue on you. He laughs, unzipping his pants, letting you see the bulge against his boxers. Like that, standing in front of you, half undressed, with his bun almost gone and his t-shirt messy, all his tall body above yours, he sees you so little. There, legs open and fluids and saliva staining your inner thighs, such a cute view just for him. His muscles tense when you stretch a leg towards him, bare foot touching his bulgue softly above the fabric. He can’t wait no more. Taking your leg by the ankle, he gets closer with a long caress on your skin, his other hand rests on the chair back when he arrives near you, body hunched over you. He whispers when he talks, breathy moans leaving your mouth as his hand releases your leg and plays around your wet inner thighs.

“The good thing about working on a sex-shop…” he whispers, opening the drawer behind your chair. “Is the insane quantity of free condoms we get from promotions.” as he says it, he takes an alluminium package out of the drawer. “Would you like to try to put it?” he says, a smile on his mouth as he takes away his underwear, burying his hand on his hair, trying to accomodate it. He’s huge, and your hand takes the little plastic almost trembling, under his patient gaze. “Open it slowly and take it out. I’ll prepare myself, hm? Unless you want to…”

You doubt but, as soon as you see his hand stroking softly, you put your cold fingers on the tip, a moan escaping his mouth. Your fist gets around it and you begin to pump it slowly. His hips begin to rock against your hand without him noticing.

“Please, put it already… I want to fuck you.” he moans. “You seem so tight… I can even feel how good you will squeeze me.” His voice is shaky as both your gazes are fixed on how your hands put the condom on him, his teasing your core again with a sigh, and, as soon as it is done, he takes your body, still using the summer dress, and sits you on the desk, cock perfectly aligned to enter in you with a soft motion of his hips. He does it slowly, he didn’t forget about the first question. Maybe it was the second? He doesn’t know. His brain is shutted off because of pleasure as he buries little by little inside you, until he reaches his end. He sighs and you moan, you’ve never felt so full. Maybe your fingers won’t work anymore from now on.

“Tight and soft… And so, so, wet.” he giggles when your nails get buried on his t-shirt. Using your legs, tangling them on his back, you ask him to move without words. You need him to move. “Hm? You want something, pretty?” You nod. “Use your words. I know you can do it!” he encourages you, even when you can’t put more than two words together and pretend they make sense. You order your words before speaking, voice sore from crying.

“Please, ‘Guru… Move, please.” His laugh is soft as his hips thrust inside you, cock sliding out before another motion against your body. Each one of them makes you moan higher and higher, as you hide your face on his neck and he keeps your legs open for him to fuck. You’re almost folded in two as he keps pounding, that lock of hair outside of the bun against his eyes as your breath and moans collide in one. He sounds so good, so deep and so lewd you want to hear him moan all afternoon. To make him moan.

“Good, baby, keep ‘em open for me.” his finger caress sweet circles on your clit, hand sneaking between your bodies as your lips kiss his neck’s crook, soflty bitting. His hips follow an amazingly sensual pace, waving against you as your gasps and whimes are higher, all of them transformed into love bites on his neck. Those ones are gonna leave a mark Geto will be more than happy to show everyone. He won’t cover them, why? He could brag all day about the best sex he had had in months. Your voice distracts him as a saliva thread connects his skin to your open mouth, eyes closed in an expression of pure pleasure. Geto would gladly capture this in a picture and save it for himself and only himself. Your voice surprises him. “Harder, ‘Guru.” he laughs, and his voice coos on your ear.

“Are you sure?” Nodding, you close your eyes soflty, feeling how he bites your ear soflty. “Good.” His hands push your body slowly, making your back meet the cold desk as you lie on the glassy surface. He would pay to see your ass against the glass, moving with every thrust he gives you, your fluids staining the transparent surface. His hands take your hips, lifting them a bit, as he thrusts harder and faster against you. His hands help your hips to meet his cock halfway as you’re a mess of moans and gasps, unable to do anything more than feel pleasure. Your back arches due to the extreme pleasure you’re feeling. He has edged you twice already, and you feel so close to cumming… And he does, too. His cock ached from being jailed in those pants, and he even caressed it from above the fabric while eating you. You are the best sex session he has had in months, and he’s so stupidly hard… he feels that, if you squeeze him once more, he’ll cum harder than ever.

You’re about to discover it as you cum with a long sigh, a beautiful moan that will be stuck on his head for a long time, that will haunt his mind while working, having a shower or getting a drink. Your cunt clenches and squeezes his hardness, making him moan and keep thrusting you through your orgasm, so in search of his own, wanting to overstimulate you to the point that his dick is pressed against your walls while he cums. He smiles when the thought hits him and he thrusts slower, but harder. “Mmm… good, good, keep squeezing,baby, keep being so tight… I’m so close.” he sounds so needy it makes you squeeze him harder. Your own hand searches your clit as he keeps thrusting, emptying himself with a long groan, letting his body rest on top of yours, mixing your breathes as his hips give soft thrusts against you yet, as your legs still tremble from the experience. He sighs. It was amazing. Both of you try to regulate your breaths as he helps you to stand up, making a knot on the condom and arranging his clothes and your dress. You're red again, but you want to thank him.

"Thanks... It was good." you whisper under his lovely gaze, while he makes a bun again. "B-but I still don't know what to buy... And my panties..." he interrumpts you.

"Come back tomorrow. With a dress. And, just as a recommendation: don't put panties under. You won't lost the panties, and I won't lose time taking them off your body." With a blink, he gets closer for a kiss, bitting you lip. "I'll wait for you tomorrow with more practical tests. and remember: sundress and no panties."

#jujutsu kaisen geto #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x y/n #geto smut #suguru geto smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #minors do not interact #minors don't look #collab #suguru smut #suguru x you #suguru x reader #getou smut #this used to be a collab but i sent it a couple times and never got added to the masterlist or had any notice of it so uploading it as a fi #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

[iwas-princess]

my birthday girl • suna rintaro

summary: suna loves his pretty girlfriend endlessly, so he goes all out for her birthday.

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

a/n: hi, this is my first post in a while. i decided to crawl out of my cave for my bestie @ilovesillycats birthday!!! i hope you all enjoy <3

“happy, baby?”

suna’s fingers ran along your inner thigh as he leaned in, sending a shiver down your spine at the tickle.

you smiled prettily in return to his question, nodding softly to confirm.

“very.”

the moment your soft breath hit his face he grinned before snaking a hand below your seat and pulled your chair closer to him. the loud screech of the iron legs against the tile floor caused your cheeks to heat as a few other customers turned around to glare. but once, your knee touched his, all anxieties disappeared and his grin turned into a smirk at the new proximity of you.

“i’m so glad, sweet girl.” he practically mewled with how pretty he sang it. “all i want is for my birthday girl to be happy.”

if you weren’t beat red before he spoke in that manner, you are now. you could feel your heart practically about to beat out of your chest with how nervous he gets you, how love struck.

“you’re such a pretty girl, y’know that?”

the smell of him filled the air you breathed, like it had all day. not a moment went by that he didn’t find a way to have you close to him today, and you found it beautiful. such a beautiful way to spend your big day, you thought.

his fingers caressed your soft cheek delicately, as if you were the most wonderful piece of art he ever set his hands on, as he guided your eyes to his.

“my pretty girl.”

the moment they set on his hazel orbs, you knew you were done for.

“everything okay, princess?” he teased.

suna knew exactly how to make you tick and blush so preciously, and he used those tactics so shamelessly— even in a very public restaurant.

you blinked at him a few times, utterly flustered as his cat eyes twinkled.

“c-can we go to the hotel now? i’m full.” you lied.

as much as you loved the food that you hadn’t a chance to eat yet, you were desperate to get your menace of a boyfriend back in private to avoid any farther embarrassment and to be more comfortable. you wanted to bask in his sweet essence before he turned back into the toad he is midnight.

as you suspected, he eyed you suspiciously.

“you haven’t even eat yet.“

you knew he would have noticed: suna notices everything you do. you mentally slapped yourself for even thinking of lying to him when there was no point to. the truth is what would surely get you what you wanted.

“i dont want to.” you beamed at him suddenly, eying him fondly and even placing your hand on his cheek— to which he gladly leaned into. “i just want to spend some time with you… alone.”

mischief gleamed in his eyes at the word ‘alone’ as it fell from your honey-sweet lips, and for a moment be contemplated calling the waiter back over to pay: until he remembered.

he frowned slightly and shook his head against your small hand.

“let’s eat first, then you’ll have me all to yourself, yeah?”

your smile dropped, which he noticed quickly and raced you to the next word.

“because i know you haven’t had anything in that belly today, so let’s eat up.” he sat up straighter in his own chair, taking both hands back and placing them somewhere else: his left over your shoulders and his right for himself. “i’ll be right here in the meantime.”

you grumbled in impatience but eventually gave in when he explained to you that ‘the longer you take complaining, the more time we spend here.’ and it shut you up.

——

“happy, princess?”

no matter how many times he repeated his question, you were still at loss for words. happy couldn’t even begin to describe the irrevocable joy that you felt through your whole being as you gaped at his gift.

your eyed weld with tears, you had no idea what to say.

this.. this was too much. he really outdid himself with your date, but this…

“please say something because it was super hard to find and i have been thinking of this moment for a month.” he sighed as another minute of silence passed.

your eyes slowly ripped away from the gift bag and met his. you both were a little tipsy from all of the wine prior, yet this moment seemed to sober him up with the way he seemed nervous— of your reaction no doubt.

you cleared your throat, trying to form words for him but failed as you glanced back down to the necklace.

it was expensive, very expensive— which is why you postponed buying it for yourself for so long. rent and groceries were always above your own wants. suna knew that, but he also knew how badly you wanted it. so, as impulsive as he is, he finally bought it for you after your many years of yearning.

by first glance, the locket looked like any normal heart-shaped piece of jewelry that any sweet boyfriend would get his girlfriend, but it was so much more than that.

it was real gold, 24 karats of it, with the initials ‘s.r’ engraved in it, and inside bared your favorite photo of you two— the clumsy arcade picture from the day he said ‘i love you’ for the first time.

it meant little to most, but so so much to you and you’d be forever grateful to suna for it.

“i-i-“ you struggled to find words yet again the longer you stared at it, too emotional to form words let alone think them.

suna, knowing you like the back of his hand, could sense this and took it as a sign that you were more than happy.

he embraced you finally, his long arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to his chest. with the way you resisted him so little told him that he took the right route with physical touch.

“th-thank you.”

he grinned at the sound of your broken voice and placed a kiss to your head.

“it’s no problem, my birthday girl. you deserve it.”

——

“rin, this is ridiculous!” you giggled at your childish boyfriend.

he ignored you and continued tucking you in by stuffing the blanket under your body aggressively.

“hush, i’m almost done. boy, you sure are fussy.”

you scoffed at his comment but stayed silent as he finished up and climbed back into bed, clinging to your side as usual. his arm slid around your shoulders and hugged you to his side before shifting and placing a kiss on your head.

the soft sounds of your sleepy breathing made him chuckle, he knew your sleep habits enough to assume you were dozing off already.

afterall, you were rather sleepy after you shared your cake, so much so that you kept biting his arm sporadically to keep your self awake.

“sleepy, bubba?”

you hummed tiredly, your eyes practically glued shut as exhaustion took it’s toll on you. your head suddenly felt heavy as you rested on his chest and you let out a soft yawn at the realization.

giving you a tight squeeze, rintaro sighed in content at the feel of his girl in his arms. there truly was nothing better than you, he decided.

“you can go to sleep, princess. i’ll be right here in the morning.”

“love you…” you incoherently mumbled before sleep took over and your consciousness was ripped from you as you fell into sweet bliss.

“love you too, baby.”

with one final soft squeeze around your shoulders, he leaned down slightly to the crown of your head and gave you a lingering kiss ‘goodnight’ like he always had.

except tonight he stayed up a little longer to watch you, bask in how beautiful you look as you’re snuggled into him, makeup wiped clean and in his stained pajama shirt.

he imagined making you his wife someday, the thought of ending every night with this sight was such a bonus to that plan. he hoped your children looked as gorgeous as you, if not a spit image.

in that moment, as you began to let out light snores, he promised himself he would never leave this sight or jeopardize it.

“always here.”

#suna 🌷 #suna rintaro #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader

[hoe4sports]

Alexia Putellas | The receipt

A/N: I’m discovering a new found obsession with Alexia so I’m gonna write a set of imagines with her too. Always read the first two imagines of each girl to understand the context of their relation.

Triggers: nothing, google translate Spanish.

I was casually placing up the newest curtains that we got in this morning. It felt so peaceful to work in an interior design store. I got to spend time walking around touching soft materials, looking at new bedsheet covers and blankets. I got to talk to so many new people within one day. It was the perfect job for me. It was Monday morning, and the awaited new items were coming in a bit late. I was struggling with the big boxes being everywhere in the litte shop, but I loved seeing what things were in trend and what had just arrived. A hand tapped by shoulder leaving me terrified as I was busy daydreaming about what my future appartment was gonna look like. I turned around and it was the sweetest old man. “Good morning, is there anything I could do to assist you today?” I said as I smiled while climbing down from the little latter I was using to hang the curtains.

“Good morning Miss, actually yes, my wife is celebrating her 90th birthday this week and I want to get her something special.” The old man replied as he smiled. I nodded and looked around me. “Is there anything you had in mind or do you want some help?” I said as I smiled knowing what I wanted to recommend to him. “I could really use some help, she has so many things!” He exclaimed as he zipped his jacket down. The store was always very hot, so I definitely understood him. “I have the perfect idea! What about a robe? We have multiple kinds. We have thicker materials, silk, cotton or even have linen.” I said as I walked towards the bathroom department of the store where we had the robes. I pulled out the rack of robes and showed him the colors. “Wow” he said as he touched them. “She likes pink and she is a cold person” he said as he furrowed his brows into a thinking position. “Perhaps this pink one that double layered, then” I said as I pulled it out of the rack. “That will do!” He said as he smiled widely clearly satisfied with himself. “Does she like good smells, soaps, towels?” I asked as the man nodded rapidly. “I suggest this pink soap bottle with a rosy smell, this complementing room spray and this matching towel” I said as I put them together to portray what they would look like. The old man nodded as he smiled widely. “Ring me up Miss!” he insisted as we made our way to the desk. I rang him up, he paid and I wrapped the gift in a cute giftbox adding a variety of ribbons and a tag. I did my very best to make the gift look special and the older man was visibly pleased. “Here, for your wife sir!” I said as I handed him the beautifully wrapped box. The man thanked me multiple times and told me how he was always happy to shop with us because of our very thoughtful customer service. I thanked him and waved him goodbye as he walked out.

This was the part of my job that I loved. I loved seeing customers get just what they want and be pleased to find something they have looked for. I walked over to the pile of boxes and pulled out some candle holders in crystal. They were something that every rich hausfrau would need. I kept unpacking the latest news and got to the bedding section. There were tons of new styles coming in synch with the season changing from winter to spring. I grabbed the higher latter from the back and climbed up to place the bedding. The bedding was heavy and I was juggling them back and forth between places to find the perfect spot for the new arrival.

“Hola, Do you work here yes?” A voice said behind me as it tapped my hip. I turned around and there was a woman standing next to the latter looking up at me. She was quite attractive, and I was slightly embarrassed by the fact that my ass was in the same height of as head since I was up on the latter. I jumped down, and smiled. “Good morning mrs, is there anything I can do to help you this morning?” I said as a put down the items I had tried to place. Her friend came around the ilse and she had a look on her face. “Si bonita, yo necesito una..” she was stopped by a smack in the back of her head. “Tonto! Tienes que hablar Inglés!” the other woman exclaimed. “Dios mío! Cállate por favor!” the attractive woman said back. I smiled knowing that I could speak perfectly Spanish as you step father was Spanish. He had been brought into my life as a toddler and he insisted in spaking Spanish with me claiming that it would help my learning abilities. “Sorry, yes, I need some cloth for the bed.” She said in a clearly Spanish accent. I giggled “Sheets? You need sheets?” I said as she blushed.

“Dios mío! Estupido de mierda. Nos estás avergonzando a los dos delante de la cura.” the woman said as she shook her head. I giggled again as I started walking. “Follow me please”. We came to the baskets with sheets and I looked at the pair. The blonde woman was still red and the brown haired woman looked like she was gonna piss herself laughing. “Cotton or satin, what do you prefer?” I asked as I touched the sheets in front of us. The blonde woman’s eyes widened. I smiled and explained.

“Cotton is cheaper. It stretches but I also gets wrinkly. Satin is more expensive, more silky but it dosent pill and it dosent wrinkle. Both have the fitted sheet look.” I said as a reached out for one of each for her to touch. She touched the sheets and looked confused. “What is your preference?” She asked. “Oh, I use the satin ones! They feeling cooling and they are way more durable than the cotton ones.” I said as she nodded. “I’ll take the satin then” she said as she winked. Did she just flirt with me? I shook the thought of quickly. “Now, what color do you prefer? We have navy, black, grey, white and cream” I said as I pointed to the different types. “Dios mio! Realmente necesito encontrar una novia.” the brunette said as she playfully slapped her toned bicep.

“The navy and black sheets dosent work well with blonde hair or fur. The white or cream sheets dosent work if you have a partner with black hair or pet fur.” I said as I smiled while I silently hoped that there was no partner. “I’ll go with crème then, no partner.” she said as she smiled shyly and looked at my blonde hair. I was doing everything I could to not blush.

I beeped the sheet and looked at her. “It’s 49 punds. Are you a member?” I asked as was focusing on the screen in front of me. She shook her head. “Do you wanna be a member? I would just need your phone number.” I said as I smiled hoping I could sign her up as a member because it would mean that I got extra bonuses. “Si, dale tu numero!” the brunette whispered and nudged her. “Yes, [phone], you can write my name as Alexia Putellas.” she said and I obliged. “Quieres una bolsa para ello o lo tomas como estás?” I smirked as the blonde blushed and the brunette bend down hysterically laughing. “Ella puede entender español, mierda estúpida” she wheezed out. “I’ll take a bag.” The blonde muttered while looking down at the bank terminal. She paid for it and I handed her the sheet in a bag with the recite. “Thank you, and goodbye!” I said as the pair started walking out. I got back into working on bedding placement when a hand tapped my knee. Jesus I thought to myself, not one moment to finish the wall. “Good morning, how ca-“ I stopped as I saw the blonde woman again handing me a reciet. “You dropped it.” She said as she disappeared out of the store. I opened the receipt to see who had lost it so we could keep it if they came back. The recite had pen marks on it and when I looked closer it was a message.

“If you ever want coffee, [phone].

-Alexia “

#woso imagine #alexia putellas #Alexis putellas imagine

[lawrencesbunnxiii]

𝙇𝘼𝙒𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍—"𝙈𝙔 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎"

A/n: Got an idea for co-worker Lawrence oleander lol<3

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚❟ 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚❟ 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

tw: Murder, Kidnapping, Stalking, slightly too detailed descriptions with blood and injury!!!

₊˚⊹ ♡ ʚ🔪ɞ ♡ ⊹˚

Saturday, November 2nd, 9:00 Pm...

Saturday night, the start of a weekend, and a time to relax, right? No worries for the rest of the day, possible partying, and just a day to be by yourself or whoever, doing whatever.

the rain outside dripped down on the windows with soft patters, the soft hum of a tv show on the tv in the back, the silence linguring in the air, it wasn't something that bothered you. Atleast, not now. You sat on the couch comfortable, the week was tiring and a relaxing day was deserved after that madness.

this week was restless, constant bossy commands from your boss, running around the shop helping out and puting items back on shelf's, all that madness. Customers weren't better, this week even a random lady got angry at you and your coworker "for not doing your job right". What a pain in the ass.

the really only tolerable person there was your coworker, Lawrence Oleander. it didn't seem like he talked to you much, but he seemed to talk to you more than anyone else you seen him talk to. You've learned somethings about him, about his hobby with plants, and gardening, his black tattoo on both arms, his slightly nervous and introverted personalitly and how easily it can change to annoyed and pissed off.

Despite everything, he still made work easier and tolerable for you, since he was actually the only person who actually to seem to be doing his job. You wish you got to know him better outside of work but, you weren't sure if he even wanted to talk to you, and if he was talking to you because he had no one to talk to? you never figured that out.

Ofcourse, since the week tired you out, you eventually drifted off to sleep, the soft rain and rumble of thunder put you to sleep almost in a instant, but you were glad it did, you weren't sure if you'll dose off to sleep anytime with the many thoughts filling your mind, about everything.

₊˚⊹ ♡ ʚ🔪ɞ ♡ ⊹˚

Monday, November 4th, 10:02 PM.

You sighed as you took off your dirt and water scattered dark green apron. the convience store you and Lawrence both worked at had a gardening center, and since the two of you shared the shift where you'd be the closing shift aswell, it was automatically that boss wanted you two to water plants.

It's already 10:02, meaning it'd be closing time soon, Lawrence was helping a woman find a last minute item to purchase, a smile crawled up your lips at the sight, as you went to put some stuff in stock quickly. Lawrence went ahead and helped the lady, before going to you to help with materials to put in stock.

"Need some help?" he asked softly, his voice was oddly soothing and soft, that's what lots of people liked about him. You smiled a tad bit more brighter and warmer at his offer, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks as you did, "yeah, it might go faster for us both to put all this in stock before closing up." he nodded, and went ahead to grab materials to put in stock.

Eventually, it was closing shift, Lawrence had already punched out, he walked towards you dressed in his normal clothes without his apron. "could you lock up?" he asked, "sorry, I just....have somewhere to be," he apologized, looking away gazing at the ground. You nodded, "sure, thats fine." you responded, "thanks," he smiled softly before exiting to the parking lot.

Punching out and locking up wasn't anything new of course since there have been times you've done it yourself, by yourself. But what was new was that odd vibe someone was watching you, you never felt like that at the workplace at all. But you brushed it off,

"it's nothing, I'm fine, it's just dark out and I'm alone I'm just paranoid." You thought, trying to soothe your nerves. Shaking it off, from the side of your eye, you swore you saw something but it was your imagination only...right? Maybe you need more sleep this week than you thought was enough last week...

pt2 ??

#lawrence oleander #boyfriend to death #btd lawrence #boyfriend to death lawrence #btd2 #part one #coworkers to lovers #friends to lovers #tw kidnapping #tw stalking #tw blood #tw murder #tw gross kinda #tw violence #tw horror #fanfic #lawrence oleander x reader #btd 2 fresh Blood

[c0wb0yenthusiast]

❝Sweet as pie❞

Phillip Graves x Reader

So basically me and @sarahs-secrets2 exchanged ideas and I hope I did it justice!

Summary - you're a waitress and you're dealing with a particularly cocky regular.

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The sun was peeking over the horizon, hazy colours still swirling in the sky as you parked outside the café and opened up for the day. It was quiet, except for the sound of cars speeding by. It was only a stop n' go after all.

Buttoning up your uniform and now stepping out to see an array of customers filling up the booths, chattering away as you passed to get your notepad from counter.

That was until you heard a distinct voice.

"Hey, doll."

Your head swivelled around quickly to meet with him.

For the past week, this cocky, smart-mouthed man had sat in the same booth. For the past seven days, playing out the same exact routine.

"God, is it just me or do we keep running into each other?", he smirked, removing his aviators from his face and tucking them into his shirt pocket.

"Hi. Again. Do you want the usual?", you rested your hands on your hips, letting out a sigh. You'd met many douchebags in this café and he wasn't any different from the rest.

"Of course. You know me so well, already. Why don't you sit down and we can get to know each other a little more?", he grinned, batting his lashes innocently up at you.

He's just another country bumpkin who's trying to get laid.

"Honey," you smiled back at him, "I'd love to have coffee and hookup in the back of your lovely little jeep parked outside, but I'm actually quite busy because I have a life. Okay?"

He took a moment to process what he heard, before breaking out into laughter.

"Honey? Oh, girl, you're just adding fuel to the fire."

You didn't respond, tapping away at the tiled floor with the sole of your foot. You wanted to stay longer, but this café, the customers and the overstimulation it brought made you bossy and unsociable.

"Ah, are you alright?", the chuckles died down and he now raised a brow at you.

"I'm fine, I just- I really need to get to work."

"Sure thing, doll. Come talk to me when you're free."

The whole time you rushed from one table to another - he was still there. Sitting idly with his cup of coffee, fumbling with the dog tag hanging around his neck. You could feel his eyes boring into you every time you passed by his booth.

He always ordered the exact same thing: 'A black coffee - and keep em coming, darling.'

After running through the majority of the day around the café, it started to quiet down and people were filing out slowly but surely. Only a couple lingered by the afternoon, including him.

Slowing your steps, you approached his table again, he seemed a little taken aback to see you once more.

"Hey."

"Hi.", you breathed, letting out the pent up air you seemed to be holding in this whole time.

"Take a seat.", he nodded in front of him, to which you obliged and attained yourself not to collapse into the booth.

"What's it like?", you blurted out loud, now setting off a panic in your head yet keeping calm - mainly due to how tired you were at the moment.

"Hm?"

"Not having to run around and serve entitled customers?"

He let out a low chuckle, "It's alright, but I'd rather be here than my job."

"How come?"

He shifted in his seat, making his biceps flex under the short sleeves of his t-shirt.

"I'm going to be deployed soon, so I just thought I might enjoy my last couple of days until work. It's nothing, really." he added, seeing the way your expression softened.

"I can't believe you just told me all that-"

"Well-"

"And I don't even know your name!"

This made him grin, before lifting off his dog tag and sliding it across the table.

You caught it clumsily, eyeing the writing.

"Phillip?"

"Mhm, now what am I supposed to call you?"

You let out a fake gasp, "Did you ever bother to read my name tag? Or were you too busy looking at my tits?"

He shrugged, definitely the second option.

"I don't have to tell you, do I?"

Before he could reply, you leaned over the table and pushed out your chest slightly, your badge shining from the dimmed rays of the sun.

Graves blinked, his eyes widening and now reading the name.

"Y/n. That was a.. forward way to ask for my number.", he now fished in his pocket, bringing out a beaten phone with a car as the background.

You snorted, still practically laying on the table to meet him, "Alright, hand it over. Maybe this will help you when you're lonely at work."

Now tapping in your number, you turned the phone over in your hand. "How come it's so broken? I thought you guys get paid."

"Of course we do, but all of that goes to my other stuff.."

".. Like?"

"I don't know, my car, food, er... My car?", he mumbled hesitantly, now listing things under his breath.

You couldn't help but laugh, "That's nice, at least you're not engrossed in your phone."

"Darling, I only have that thing to call people, I don't need it for anything else."

You weren't focusing on his voice, just now seeing the scar on his cheekbone.

"Mhm.."

He caught your lingering stare, "I'd love to tell you the story, but I think you're too special for the tactics I use on all the other women who flock to me."

You grinned, sliding his phone back at him to which he clumsily caught, "You're the one who came to me."

"Sure, darling, have it your way.", he seemed to relax in his seat, gaze still fixated onto you.

After a small amount of silence, you cocked a brow, "What?"

"hm?"

"Do I have something on my face?"

"No, no.. I was just thinking about something.."

"What is it?"

He let out an amused huff, "Why should I tell you?"

"Because I'm bored."

"Alright.", he put his glasses back on his face, "How about we go for a ride?"

What?

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, you're bored and I've already paid my bill so we're off the hook-"

"But-"

"Don't fret, doll. I'll buy you dinner too, okay?"

That definitely shut you up.

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #fanfiction #cod mwii #cod mw2 fanfic #phillip graves x reader #call of duty

[luvring]

GIFTS THEY GIVE YOU

gn!reader | sugawara, kenma, iwaizumi, akaashi, semi, suna, sakusa

SUGAWARA orders a star map of the sky from the night you met. he points out the different constellations you can see (that he had to look up and ask for help spotting) and lets you trace over it with your fingers. he gets close, his face hovering near your shoulder, before saying, “you might say it’s because you’re a star.” you turn to see him grinning. “don’t talk to me,” you say, unable to hide the smile on your face. “what?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m just saying i’m over the moon for you.” “oh my god,” you laugh. hearing it, koushi wonders if he could fill your room with stars with the list of other dates he thought of choosing.

KENMA gets two custom plushies made of your characters from your favourite co-op game. you guys had played it for so long, even before you started dating, that it was a no-brainer for him. his original plan was letting you have your character and keep his own; he thought you’d love to keep your plush yourself. so he’s taken by surprise when you think the opposite and reach for his. “do you think we could keep each other’s? so it’s like you’re there with me?” he blinks and stares at you. but then his gaze softens and he nods, taking yours into his arms. “that’s a good idea.” “promise you’ll keep it safe and happy?” it's a half-joke, and kenma huffs a laugh before playing along. “it—i, yeah, of course.”

IWAIZUMI buys touch bracelets and heart lockets so you know he’s thinking of you, even while he’s away. you set them up together, trying out the different features despite being a foot apart. “i’m gonna go to the washroom, tell me if you can feel it,” you say quickly. hajime watches you pad away with a smile, the smile growing when he notices the bracelet works. it wasn’t like he expected them to not work, but it was relieving to have you kiss him and know his gift was worth it. the first night he goes to sleep with them on, he can’t stop himself from holding the locket, set up with your heartbeat, up to his face. he’s only glad you aren’t there so you couldn’t watch him roll over to smush his face into the pillow, another smile plastered on his lips.

AKAASHI hands you a jar of hand folded stars and hearts. each one has its own note, written whenever he had a message or wanted to remember something. they range from “hi, i love you” to “thanks for paying for lunch <3” to “4/16 first sleepover :).” he scratches the back of his ear while you open it. “i couldn’t choose between stars or hearts, so i hope you don’t mind having both. the ones at the bottom look a little worse than the others, i was still figuring it out.” he laughs and cringes a little, remembering how he looped the same tutorial at least 4 times the first day. keiji’s own heart flutters when you smile and hug him, whispering a thank you into his ear. he’s glad he still has extra paper at home—maybe he can make more for you later.

SEMI makes you a custom cd, including a cover he designs himself. he picked out his favourite songs that remind him of you and the ones that the both of you played while together. if you looked in his desk drawer, you’d find all the different cover designs he thought of and tried out—he couldn’t tell you how many practice trials he did before perfecting it. “i also made it into a playlist since, you know, you won’t always have something to play a cd with you. you can scan the code on the back, i traced it and made sure it works.” he relaxes when you say the titles look good, and later that night when you text to say you loved it, eita lets out what he thinks might be the deepest sigh of his life, finally able to rest.

SUNA teases you, passing a t-shirt that has his face on it with “i’m he’s” on top. he snorts and tries to compose himself at your reaction, asking, “what? you don’t like it?” it’s then that he unzips his jacket and shows you his matching one, and with a wavering voice says, “but i got this one, too.” “god, rintarou.” you throw yours at him and laugh. the both of you take a few photos with them on, mimicking different memes you find. but suna looks softly at you afterwards. “you didn’t really think that was all i got, did you?” you can stare as he pulls out a box from under his bed, filled to the brim with different gifts and food for you. he lets you look for yourself, the only gift that he gives personally being matching lockets he found. when you open the both of them, there’s a photo of the other inside.

SAKUSA commissions art of the both of you using his favourite photo. you could recognize it from anywhere—the two of you were cuddled under a blanket outside, and you could see the warm sunset behind you. it was the one he set as his lockscreen all those months ago, and never changed since. the artist he commissioned was one of your favourites, and he even got them to write a thank you message along with it. your eyes light up when you see it, and you give him a confused smile. “'omi, how did you get a commission? their spots fill up so quickly.” kiyoomi shrugs, sitting down next to you to look over it again. “i’m fast, i guess.” he wouldn’t tell you about the reminders he set for their commissions opening, or how he got the help of his teammates either. he didn’t see the need to when you hug him, whispering “i love you, thank you.” in his ear.

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[stellaaarree]

miguel o’hara X stripperfem!reader

fluff! (PART ONE!!!)

the way you swayed your hips as you clung to that pole, catching the attention of almost everyone in that goddamn club. flocked by creepy men and coke laced notes your shift had ended.catching a glance of the only decent looking male in eye line. he was built, messy dark brown hair and he was practically bulging through his clothes.humming in appreciation of a minutes worth eye candy you head off to the clubs backrooms. stripping off your clothes changing into some warm sweatpants and an oversized grey hoodie. slinging the hood over your hair you sat down on a nearby bench in the room. back against the wall, knees pulled to your chest fiddling through your phone as you waited, for no apparent reason really.

disturbing your peace a man opens the door, walking in unannounced. without bothering to look up. sighing and putting your phone you stay calm, explaining. “sorry, sir. this is a private room. staff only.” expecting a drunken comeback you roll your eyes. when there is none your eyes travel up the mans body to his eyes.

“oh.”

it was the ‘eye candy’ from earlier. you had picked up on him while you where dancing, when you met his gaze with a confident wink, to get the tip money going of course, greeted with a nod. nothing. no wink back, no sexual gesture just a nod. you mimic his gesture now,a simple nod. hoping the revelation gets to him. the man looks at you, you where the complete opposite of how you where on stage. now covered up, the stage showing half of your body thin strips of fabric slung over your figure.

“hey.” he says firmly.not aggressively, just ..strongly? he walks towards you reaching into his wallet and pulling out a twenty. gesturing it to you, eyebrows furrowing when you don’t take the money.

“i don’t take tips off the clock.” you mumble, seemingly a little threatened by him. he was tall and built. able to overpower you instantly. instead he just nods, sick ideas on why, he puts the note back into his wallet. sympathy grazing his face for a second before flashing back into his stern demeanour.

“i’m sorry.” he says suddenly, reaching back for the door handle. “no, its uh…fine. you can stay i’m just tired, y’know? slinging my self around on a metal pole for five hours kinda hurts.” you laugh, it felt pathetic, having to explain yourself to this rando. hot rando, correction.he chuckles at your joke, one of those deep chuckles that go straight to your-

“miguel, miguel o’hara.” he says after his chuckles leaves as fast as it came. “you uh, wanna introduce me to the rest of your family too?not many ‘customers’ wanna share their full name.you know, affairs and uh stuff.” cutting off your joke as it came across arrogant, you smile instead. his stern face not moving an inch for another laugh. that first chuckle was a slip up you thought.

“y/n. regulars call me ‘star’ though. take your pick mr.o’hara.” he nods in response. “y/n. do you have a way to get home?its dark.” he states. your mind rushing through the worst scenario ‘he’s tryna get me alone!’ ‘no way creep!’ as you’re snapped from your frantic thoughts he repeats his question. voice becoming firmer. “no.” you finally mutter out. “was uh, just gonna walk.” you where completely different to how you where on stage. the change prominent as you two look at each other for an ungodly amount of time. your face heating up at he kept your gaze sternly. jesus he was hot! what the hell??!

“do you want a lift home?” he asks finally. acting as if you had been hinting at needing one. which you hadn’t!!!

his lips pull up into the tiniest smirk as he watches your face heat up pink in embarrassment as you try to explain yourself. groaning at your stupidity. hands covering your face with an almost silent, “please..”

A/N this is my first time writing a proper fic and it 100% shows, character ai and growing up on wattpad my only sources😫. lmk if you want a part 2 hehe and leave ideas on what should happen because i’m a lazy bitch who needs inspiration. pretty please!💋

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara #x reader #fem reader #fluff #across the spiderverse #spiderman

[fairyyeo]

white dress

pairing — beomgyu x reader

genre — fluff

tw — alcohol and food consumption

wc — 3.8k

a/n — hey 🤓 im still alive just being a slow writer with way too many ideas and no motivation. hope you guys enjoy this one i quite liked this idk just something i whipped up despite my million other wips. haha. yeah. anyway! please reblog if you enjoyed it means the world <3 also inspired by the lana song in case anyone wondered also also this is grossly self indulgent im not sorry !

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"see you next time!" you called out, listening to the door bell ring upon the customer's exit.

you wiped your sweaty brow. the summer was hot—abnormally hot. not to mention, the customers were relentless.

to be fair, it was a friday evening and everyone rushes for an icy cola to refresh themselves after work on a sweltering hot day.

you were a waitress for the summer. you loved your job. the diner was just next to the beach, and only a short walk from your house. work didn't start until after midday, so you had all morning to... sleep in. because you finished relatively early in the night you often stayed up late, making the most of the darkness. when the sun's up it's far too hot, but in the night it's much cooler. the perfect temperature for anything and everything.

usually you hung around at home, drinking wine and reading. how could you not, when you had an ocean view? sometimes you walked down to the beach, to drink wine and read. or you walked to the park, also to drink wine and read.

sometimes, if you were feeling extra adventurous, you'd go for a swim or a bike ride. but usually you just downed your wine and escaped to your books.

you placed a sickly sweet strawberry milkshake in front of a customer and they quickly sipped the sugary drink, humming in delight.

the door bell tinkled as a boy, seemingly your age, sauntered in clad in a leather jacket layered over a white shirt. how he was coping with the heat in that outfit, you were unsure of.

"hi!" you put on your best customer grin. "what can i get for you tonight?"

the boy's eyes scanned the chalkboard panels on the wall behind you. his dark brows knit together as his equally dark eyes darted from left to right, reading over the options.

"i'll have a cola and fries, thanks." he nodded curtly at the end of his order, pulling the correct amount of cash from his pocket and placing it on the counter.

"i'll have that ready as soon as possible, take a seat wherever you like." you replied, motioning to all the different seats, inside and out.

the boy headed back outside into the heat and sat at one of the outdoor tables. thankfully, the sun was starting to set and the temperature would drop to its comfortable warmth soon, but until then it was still far too hot.

the only perk of sitting outside was the ocean breeze and the salty air smell that came with it. you couldn't blame him, you were rather fond of the smell yourself. it filled your house when you had the windows open, which you always did when it wasn't too hot, usually in autumn or spring. nonetheless, the smell sometimes seeps into the diner, especially if you sit right by the door. but it was too late to tell that to the boy, who had already made himself comfortable in his chair, facing the shoreline.

you quickly filled a glass with ice, topped it up with cola, and dropped in a straw before carrying it out to the jacket-wearing boy. you concluded that he'd want something to cool off while he waits for his food.

his head turned instantly as the door bell tinkled and you approached his seat.

"here you go, your fries will be out soon." you offered a smile as you placed the cola onto the coaster on the table.

the boy merely nodded again in thanks as you hurried away. he observed you closely once your back was turned. the short white dress under your red apron, the matching white ribbon tied in your hair. the slightly dirtied but also white tennis shoes that enabled you to move lightly on your feet while you worked.

he couldn't wait for you to come back out so he could get a good look at your face.

in the meantime, he took a sip of his cola through the red straw resting in the tall glass. it had only been about a minute but there was already an immense amount of condensation on the glass and he smiled to himself, this was the epitome of summer.

the sun was now just struggling to stay afloat on the horizon and the heat was becoming more bearable. the boy threw a glance over his shoulder perfectly on time to see you push the door open with your free hand and hurry back over to him with a serve of fries in hand.

just as he'd hoped, he managed to get a good look at your face, and god, were you beautiful.

"enjoy your food." you said sweetly, setting down the fries.

he couldn't just let you go.

"beomgyu." the boy stated.

real smooth. he internally cringed.

"excuse me?" you politely replied, believing you'd misheard him say something.

"my name's beomgyu. what's yours?" he asked out of genuine curiosity.

"y/n."

intrigue sparkled in his eyes for a brief moment, but it was fleeting as a shooting star. "and when do you get off, y/n?" instantly he liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. beomgyu caught himself wondering what his name would sound like from your lips, but he quickly shook the thought, getting far too ahead of himself.

you glanced through the window to the clock behind the counter. "uh, at ten o'clock tonight." usually it was earlier, but you were busier today, and the manager likes to stay open a little longer when the diner is bustling.

"can i pick you up then?" beomgyu asked, picking up a fry.

"i'm sorry?" you cocked your head, voice pitching up slightly in surprise.

"i'd like to see you again. is this evening too soon?" at least he was honest.

honesty is a virtue, as the saying goes.

your eyes narrowed. "i don't even know you."

it felt too good to be true. no one had ever taken interest in you before. you were too quiet to grab anyone's attention. all throughout school you hardly had any friends, and nowadays, the only people you consider friends are your workmates and manager.

and honestly, that was okay. you liked spending time with yourself, but you supposed one night apart from your books wouldn't kill you.

"i know it seems forward, but i would like for you to know me. just as i'd like to know you as well." he took a sip from his cola, the ice now entirely melted and probably watering down the drink. "it's more than okay to say no, i'll leave you well alone. i swear."

"no it's just..." you began, but paused, a little embarrassed. "no one's ever asked me out before."

beomgyu lifted his brows in shock—the most emotion you'd seen him show yet, "you're serious?"

you shrugged bashfully, fiddling with your hands.

"but you're beautiful..." he uttered more so to himself than to you.

you cheeks filled with heat, and it wasn't the last few rays of sun causing it. no one had ever said that to you either.

you slowly stepped back to the door without turning your back to beomgyu. "i'll see you at ten?" a shy smile appearing on your face.

beomgyu nodded, still looking a little distant and confused.

no one had asked you out before? it was impossible for him to believe.

about half an hour later, when the last of the sun was well and truly gone, you saw beomgyu get up and stroll over to his motorcycle—which you don't recall seeing him arrive on—before driving away.

you glanced at the clock: 8:26pm.

beomgyu would be back soon enough.

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after cleaning the diner, hanging your apron in the break room, and locking up the store, it was 10:06pm.

truthfully, you doubted beomgyu would show up. you knew it was too good to be true. a wildly attractive, white shirt and black converse wearing, dark haired and dark eyed, shadowy and mysterious boy actually asking you out. there was simply no way.

you heaved a sigh and glanced into the unilluminated room, squinting to try and read the clock. you'd wait until 10:15pm. that was the lastest you could wait around without losing respect for yourself.

you were sitting at the outdoor table nearest to the diner entrance, your hands sandwiched between your thighs and the metalwork chair, which would definitely leave an impression on the back of your legs when you stood up.

at least it had finally cooled down a little, without the harsh sun the scorching heat became a more comfortable warmth. you shut your eyes for a minute, allowing yourself to relax.

when you opened your eyes again it was 10:11pm. the corners of your mouth turned down into a slight frown. it was then that you heard the grumble of a motorcycle get increasingly louder, and you suppressed a smile.

beomgyu was still wearing the same outfit as before, you were glad because he looked wildly attractive in that jacket.

"sorry i'm late." was the first thing he said. "i was picking up some things." he held up a brown paper bag that had been previously wedged between his thighs as he drove the motorcycle.

"i'm glad you showed." you said with a small smile.

"you thought i'd leave you waiting around?" he sounded concerned.

you shrugged. "i guess so."

beomgyu grabbed your hand and pulled you along gently towards his motorcycle. "then you're mistaken, and we really ought to start knowing each other." he picked up the helmet, "i would like to take you somewhere, if that's okay. it's just outside of town."

"you're not—"

"—going to kill me are you?" he laughed, predicting the words before they left your mouth. "do you trust me?"

weirdly enough, you did.

you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, even if you didn't trust him, you weren't sure that you'd be able to resist accompanying him to wherever it was that he was taking you.

so you nodded which caused him to smile—the first time you'd seen him do so—and place the helmet over your head, fastening it well.

beomgyu hopped onto the motorbike and placed the brown paper bag between his legs. you followed, sitting behind him.

"come closer and put your arms around me, you'll feel safer, i promise." underneath his hard looking exterior, beomgyu seemed to be so gentle and considerate. "please, don't be shy."

you moved closer and did as his said, wrapping your arms around his waist so that your chest was flush against his back.

"that's better." he smiled in approval, though you couldn't see. "are you ready?"

"i'm still not convinced that i'm not on a one way trip to my death." you half-joked.

beomgyu laughed with you before replying, "hold on tight, okay?"

your arms drew tighter around his waist as beomgyu revved the engine and sped off down the now quiet streets. your hair was safe underneath the helmet, but beomgyu's was caught in the wind and would surely be tangled when you arrived at your destination.

the street lights blurred past and became few and far between as you strayed further away from town and along the coastal road. the smell of the ocean was mixed with the scent of grass and trees—that dense, lush nature smell.

you didn't get out of town much, never really having a reason to, so it was exciting to have a change of scenery for once.

"you good back there?" beomgyu called back over his shoulder.

your heart was full. you hadn't had this much fun in forever. it felt nice to be physically close to someone, to hold a conversation with someone besides customers, and to do something other than read books after clocking off for the night.

"yeah!" you smiled and beomgyu could hear the grin in your voice. that, in turn, made him happier.

soon enough, beomgyu began to slow down and came to a smooth stop at the edge of a forest. he hopped off the motorcycle and offered his hand to you as you did the same.

you unclipped the helmet and passed it back to him, allowing him to hang it over the handlebars.

"now, i know how this looks." he prefaced, "but i promise with my whole entire heart that i'm not going to—"

"—kill me?" you laughed, copying the way he'd predicted your words earlier. "it's okay, i believe you."

he sighed, wiping his brow dramatically with relief. "let's go then, we're nearly there." he picked up the brown paper bag in one hand and secured your hand in the other.

the moon emitted a soft light that was bright enough for the two of you to have confidence in your footsteps.

beomgyu was leading you along a forresty path that was gradually increasing its incline, though it wasn't too unbearable and your adrenaline from the motorbike ride was pushing you on.

shortly, you came to a small clearing, from which you had a breathtaking view of the moonlit ocean. you were quite high up, able to see the way the moon glistened off the surf.

"how often do you come here?" you managed to ask, still amazed at the view.

"oh, you know, just when i want to get laid." he said flatly with a shrug.

you laughed, not sure if he was entirely joking.

"honestly, i come here a lot, maybe once or twice a week? more so in the summer." he said truthfully, taking a seat at the picnic table in the middle of the clearing. "it's weird, i've never seen anyone here before, but it's a public area, got a trail and all leading right to it."

"maybe because you're here at," you checked the time on your phone, "11:03pm."

beomgyu laughed again, he found himself doing that a lot in your presence, something he didn't do a whole lot with anyone else.

it was a thick, hearty laugh, you'd noticed. almost like honey to your ears. you were very quickly growing fond of it.

"can't argue with that." he said. "i do love it here though."

"i can see why." you sat on the table with your feet on the bench, next to beomgyu who was pulling out a few beers from the brown paper bag he'd carried all this way.

"that's what you ran late for?" you teased, picking up a beer.

"in my defense i couldn't work out if you were a beer person or a wine person." he raised his hands in surrender.

"so why'd you go with beer?" you asked, twisting off the cap.

he hesitated and a sheepish smile crept onto his face, "because i'm a beer person."

the two of you laughed once more.

"to be honest with you i'm usually more of a wine person, but i don't mind a beer." you confessed, taking a sip.

"maybe next time we can get a bottle of wine." he proposed, opening his own bottle.

"you think there'll be a next time?" you asked.

beomgyu noticed your voice went shy and quiet like it was earlier when he first called you beautiful, and when he arrived to pick you up. he also then realised you'd become a little more chatty and a little more bold over the last hour. he was happy to feel you warming up to him and leaving behind your waitress persona.

"i can only hope so." he replied, gazing up at you.

you softly smiled back at him.

if angels were real, beomgyu had every reason in that moment to believe you one.

the soft moonlight on your features made you look celestial, like you were radiating an opalescent glow.

"cheers, then." you said lightly, clinking your beer bottle with beomgyu's. "is there anything else in the bag?" you motioned with your pinky finger.

"actually yes," he put down his beer and pulled out a pack of cherries. "they're in season, so i couldn't resist."

you gasped, "i love cherries, these look great. can i have one?"

"of course you can," beomgyu opened the lid and offered the pack, "here."

you picked one from the bunch and popped it into your mouth as beomgyu took out the last thing from the bag.

"want one?" he asked, taking a cigarette from the box and placing it between his lips before pulling a lighter from his jacket pocket.

you shook your head.

"will it bother you?"

you shook your head again, spitting the cherry pip straight out ahead of you.

"that's certainly one way of doing that." he chuckled as the the pip flew over his shoulder.

the two of you flourished in each other's company. as you continued to drink and chat, you found that beomgyu was easy to be around. he listened well, nodding along as you found yourself talking more than you had in your entire life. you weren't used to having such an opportunity, not usually spending time with anyone besides your workmates. you learned a lot about beomgyu as he shared information about himself where relevant. beomgyu had a voice similar to his laugh that was deep and hearty. you were quite content listening to him talk as well.

beomgyu never wanted this moment to end. he wanted to hear every detail of your life, all your hopes for the future, your deepest desires, your biggest regrets, everything and anything, he wanted to know about. he found you extremely endearing as he began to notice little quirks of yours, spitting the cherry pips, placing a hand on your heart when you laugh too hard, and the one that sent his heart racing more so than the others, leaning forward attentively with your chin in your hands when he spoke.

soon, the beer was all gone, the cherries were nothing but pits and stems littered around you, and beomgyu was lighting another cigarette.

"getting bored yet?" beomgyu asked jokingly, nudging your leg with his elbow.

but you answered sincerely, "not at all. right now, i don't ever want to go home."

he hummed in pretend thought, "does that rule my place out?"

you raised your brows at him, "i see what you're getting at here."

beomgyu hadn't realised how his question had sounded until you made that comment.

"well that's not what i meant." he ran a flustered hand through his hair, not wanting you to think he was some sleazy guy.

you laughed, "i know, i know." you playfully pushed his shoulder. "does the offer still stand despite that?"

his eyes met yours, wide, like he didn't quite catch what you'd said.

"don't you get all shy on me now mr. 'and when do you get off?'"

"i'm not shy!" he said in defense, "i just," he took a drag, "i don't want you to think that this is something i always do, that you're one of many. when i saw you this afternoon, i don't know, something was telling me i couldn't just leave without saying something."

beomgyu couldn’t believe how cheesy he sounded, but he really had a point to prove, so he endured it.

you on the other hand, were filled with butterflies. elation was the only word that could begin to describe how you felt. somewhere, deep down, you still didn’t believe the boy smoking in front of you to not be a sleaze, but in this moment, your self respect was no where to be found.

you leaned forward and stole the cigarette resting between beomgyu's lips. he frowned for half a second, brows knitting together and eyes meeting yours in confusion, until you leaned even closer and placed a kiss right where the cigarette had been not a moment ago.

you went to pull away but beomgyu only pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. his hands held your face for a moment before travelling down your body. he tasted of cigarette, a taste that was foreign to you, but not unwelcome.

beomgyu couldn’t comprehend a single thought, he felt dizzy. the faint scent of your perfume that clung to your skin despite the heat, the sweetness of your lips and the lingering taste of cherry, the feel of your hand threading through his hair, it was all overwhelming.

“you…” he breathed against your lips, “you shouldn’t of done that.”

“why not?” you kissed just below his ear.

he hummed. “don’t play coy with me.”

“let’s just get out of here.” you smiled, pleased with the effect you’d had on beomgyu.

————

the walk back to the motorbike was tense, beomgyu was exercising a lot of self control in keeping his hands to himself, as were you.

the drive back was much worse. beomgyu’s mind was clouded, he couldn’t think about anything but the feel of your lips on his. his entire body was in flames, especially with your arms wrapped around his torso. he noticed your were less tense than on the ride up, and he couldn’t help but feel happy that you’d grown comfortable to be close with him.

you directed him back to your place and he walked you to the door, ever the gentleman.

“so,” you smiled up at beomgyu, standing just inside your house, “thanks for a good time, beomgyu. goodnight.”

he nodded, taking in your beautiful moonlit features one more time for the night, because whether you liked it or not, he’d be back again sooner or later.

“goodnight, y/n.” beomgyu turned to leave.

“i’m joking, get in here!” you pulled him back, kissing him yet again.

“you’re too much for me.” he smirked, lifting you off the ground.

“you’re telling me you don’t want this right now?” you whispered teasingly, however, you also wanted to check that you hadn’t misread his feelings.

“quite the opposite actually.” beomgyu said, carrying you inside and shutting the door behind him.

————

that night was the first of many.

beomgyu was always there at 10pm to pick you up, no matter what, and from there the night began.

he came prepared with wine the next time, and cherries again, insisting that you might as well enjoy them while they’re in season.

sometimes you went back to the clearing on the cliff from the first night. but you ventured around more now, exploring new areas.

your concerns of beomgyu being a one night stand guy drifted away and were soon replaced with the fear of simply being his summer fling.

but when you heard the rev of a motorbike outside your work at 10pm on march 1st, you somehow knew this was forever.

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