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gay-dorito-dust · 18 days

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remember when you did the HSR hurt/comfort reader getting injured? i absolutely NEED one with gallagher, gepard and a character of your choice. you dont have to do this right away! just been thinking about it ‼️

Blade:

Feral. Absolutely feral.

This man gets somehow even more deranged the moment you get injured.

He’s pretty much foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog the moment his eyes noticed that you were unresponsive. If anything seeing you borderline catatonic tore Blade apart in the most painful way possible, just as his desperation to get to you before anyone else could do further harm became his mission.

Bodies were going to pile up real fast as Blade practically glides across the battlefield with grace, precision and a determination to eliminate any and all that stood to stop him from getting to you.

The destruction Blade left behind in that moment was unlike anything anyone has ever seen and Blade became a lot more dangerous man than before, many have reasons to suspected that he might’ve been holding back, and it wasn’t until now did they truly believe that their theory had weight.

After getting you away from everything Blade stayed incredibly close as you got patched up, going so far as to growl and snap at anyone or anything that he believed posed a threat to you or wasn’t doing their job right; he’d even pull out his sword as an silent threat/warning as to what was to come should you get worse rather better.

‘Blade I’m fine.’ You tell him, trying to stop him from killing the poor doctor who had just stitched up the last of your wounds. ‘I’m going to be fine, just please for my sake don’t threaten people who are just doing their job.’

‘I don’t trust them.’ Was all he said while holding your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

‘The wounds were too deep Blade,’ you began, ‘trust them or don’t but that doesn’t change the fact that they saved me.’ Blade didn’t say anything after that but from the clenching of his jaw and the conflicting emotions flickering in eyes, it was clear that Blade was still very much conflicted about everything.

Needless to say that after you had properly healed from all your wounds, Blade became unbearably overprotective of you much to your dismay, but if it was going to silence his doubts for good then you were more then willing to leave him to his own devices.

Gallagher:

Is more concerned about your well-being and getting you the medical attention that you required than anything else. He could have the perpetrator sniffed out within minutes, but would rather spend those precious minutes making sure you were okay and that you were going to be okay by medical professionals.

He doesn’t care if he gets shit for not having his priorities straight by Sunday, the winged cunt could fuck off and die for all Gallagher cared, because at the end of the day he was always going to choose to take care of you over his job.

He’d naturally give the job of hunting down the perpetrator to someone else of equal rank while he decides to step away from everything to take care of you as the doctors instructed. For there was just no way in hell would Gallagher abandon you when you were bed bound, it just didn’t sit right with him.

‘You alright sweetheart?’ He’d ask as he helps you sit up in bed. ‘I’m okay Gallagher thank you for everything.’ You said, smiling up at him. ‘It’s not a problem.’ Gallagher replies as he sits on the edge of your bed, flashing you a smile. ‘As long as you’re okay, that’s all I care about.’ You furrowed your brows. ‘Won’t Sunday be on your case for slacking off on the job?’

‘Maybe but who cares when that winged rat has been slowly loosing control of everything for a while now.’ The brunette said as he then shrugged his shoulders. ‘But all I care about right is making sure that you’re happy, healthy but above all, safe.’

‘But I’m already those things regardless.’ You said, squeezing his hand as he chuckled, kissing the side of your head softly. ‘Then I’ll just have to keep up the good work then hmm?’ He says cheekily before winking and lifting himself off of the bed to fetch you food and medicine for your recovery.

Gepard:

Much like Gallagher, Gepard is more concerned either your well being more so then anything else because to Gepard, you and your safety were his number one top priory.

However after seeing you get injured, he feels as though he had failed you or wasn’t fast enough to get to you, and will let it eat away at him for a long time too before you have to step in and remind him why that was absolute bullshit.

Afterwards Gepard would treat you like porcelain or glass whether he was aware of it or not. You understood why but after a while when you began to get better you’d have to start telling him to cut it out.

You’d might to sit him down and gently tell him that he didn’t always have to treat you as though you were going to break after every minor inconvenience. Gepard would immediately go red in the face and apologise for over stepping, but you’d only smile and hold his burning face in your hands and pressing kisses into his skin, which would only make his face burn even redder then before.

He’s just a sweet soul who’d do anything to protect his loved ones and takes it rather personal when he couldn’t when he shouldn’t, but that’s just the way he was and you loved him for it very, very much and you remind him of that every single day. After all at the end of the day Gepard only wants you to be safe and heal at an acceptable rate, he would even go as far as to monitor everything closely so that there be no room for any possible health complications.

Seeing you injured had made Gepard more scared more than he’d like to admit, and he would do anything and everything in his power to prevent it from happening ever again, because for as long as Gepard was still breathing he’d dedicate himself to being your shield for the rest of your lives together.

And that’s a hundred present guaranteed.

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rodolfoparras · 3 months

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My brain has been working over drive and now I cant stop thinking about price just innocently trying to coax his partner to come home by wearing their clothes and sending picture of himself in them just pleading with them in the caption all because he misses them.

Im fully feral for this man and I dont think it will stop :)

-🐥 anon

Okay but every day I think about being as big and broad as Price maybe just a wee bit taller so it’s enough for your shirts to be stretched around his frame but long enough to obscure the sight of his cock that’s hard and weeping between his legs

And Price knows what he’s doing when he sends a close up pic of his upper half, dressed in one of your t shirts, a tattered old thing with holes that show off the flurry hairs dusted on his chest, stretched out from years of wearing it so much so it’s spilling over one of his shoulders, maybe even exposing enough skin to show an old tattoo he’s got in his early teenage years

He’s even made sure to crop it close enough where you’ll see a glimpse of his happy trail, wisps of golden curls that you know stretch all the way down to his legs , and that’s enough for you to know that he’s either wearing your shirt and briefs or just your shirt and nothing else with it

He will purposely write something like ‘didn’t have anything to wear today since I’m doing laundry hope that’s okay x’

Maybe you’d actually believe his act if you didn’t know him so well, if this was at the beginning of your relationship where he was rather shy and timid about anything but a lot of time has passed since then, and he’s grown more confident, has learned just how crazy you are about him, and uses that very same knowledge to his advantage

He’s got a smile on his face as he goes about his day, all while eagerly waiting for you to message him and when you do so it’s something along the lines of ‘is that my shirt?’ even though you want to say something more but you sure love playing this little game you got going on and he’s like “this?” and angles the phone to his lower half before snapping a shot, his hard cock protruding through the thin material, light fabric sporting a dark spot

You don’t even get a chance to reply before he’s sending a second pic, this time he’s standing in the bedroom mirror, hip jutted out to expose his back side, and you can see the way he’s fisting the frail fabric in the corner of the shot, pulling it up far enough to expose his naked ass,showing of the marks you left on him last night along with the plug buried in his ass, attached to the pic is a short message ‘hurry home please x’

#alec answers #🐥 anon #call of duty #john price x reader #john price x male reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #top male reader #sub male character #bottom male character

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ccswife · 6 days

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Scoring Love

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pairing๛: kate martin x bballplayer!reader

synopsis๛: playing basketball with your bestfriend has its perks.

warnings๛: angst if u squint? fluff!

requested by @rimunagenius <3

kinda proofread

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listen to this while reading if u want :D

Laborious. thats the only way you could describe todays practice. coach bluder was in a particularly snotty mood, as she was very disappointed in the performance you guys put up game against rutgers yesterday . you lost count of the amount of full court suicides everyone has done so far. all you could think about was the cold shower you were gonna take after this was over. looking over at the clock on the score board, the time reads 8:17am— which means there's roughly thirteen minutes left of practice.

"Y/L/N!" coach bluder suddenly screams from across the court, clearly angry. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LOOKING AT THE CLOCK RIGHT NOW? WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THAT?!" bluders bone-chilling yell eco’s for what seems like eons. everyone turns to look at you, some with an empathetic look and others with annoyance as this definitely meant that the team was gonna run 5 more full court suicides.

“i- im sorry it was absent minded” you cringe on the inside after speaking up, knowing that a) she would just continue to yell about the time b) make you run more without saying anything more than a shake of the head or c) turn it into a lesson of basketball and strategy. it ended up being option c. bluder started to talk, sorry- yell about how everyone was too busy being absent minded on the court during lower competition games, and how every game is important no matter how much you win by and blah blah blah. you kinda tuned it out after she said the phrase “locked in” for the fifth time. it seemed that some of the other girls started to zone out as well, mostly the starters. the bench players didn’t dare to tune her on-going speech out, in fear of potentially being picked on extra since they dont play as much. which, kudos to them! they took it very seriously. that doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t care, but you knew she wouldn’t consider taking you off the starting line-up unless you did something so unfathomably stupid. you meant too much. you, were the tape. and the tape needed glue.

practice finished at exactly 9:00am, bluder keeping you guys in the gym an extra thirty minutes. this actually wasn’t that bad, considering one time she was SO angry that she held you guys two extra hours. everyone hit the showers and got home as fast as they could, not wanting to stick around any longer then they already had. you ended up being one of the last to shower, though. you felt kind of guilty for practice, so you let some underclassman and bench players go in before you. that being said, it wasn’t just you who felt guilty. your best friend did too. kate martin, the one and only #20 let some girls go in-front of her too and ended up being the only one with you. but this was pretty usual— being together i mean. you two were peas in a pod, birds of a feather, partners in crime! it had been that way since forever.

sounds of running water and the opening/closing of bottles filled the echoey bathroom as you and kate showered (not together, reader. get ur mind out of the gutter). even though the silence was given due to the situation, you were content. sometimes the two of you didn’t need words to communicate, and just the silence did what you needed. kate cleared her throat,

“y/n? you’re there still right?” her voice soft and seemingly- worried? you’ve heard this tone before, right before she told you she failed a test you helped her study for. it was her ‘please dont be mad at me’ voice. “ yea im here still, whats up k? the last time you sounded like that is when you told me you failed the anatomy test.” you continued to suds up your hair, waiting for kate to reply.

“well soooo i have to ask you something,” she sounded completely different now, like she was about to get a new puppy. it was honestly quite adorable— but that sentence stopped you right in your tracks. ‘ask me something??’ multiple scenarios reeled through your mind before you could answer, and kate (growing impatient) spoke up again. “helllooooo? aw dont tell me you already got out” quickly you replied with enthusiasm, to cover up your worry for what was about to come out of her mouth. “ nono! what d’ya have to ask me? my ring size? because it’s a 6. but i dont think bluder would like me playing with a rock on my finger, just saying” kate snorted from her shower. you guys have joked about getting married for years now, and you even made a pact so that if you both aren’t married by thirty, you’ll marry eachother. after snickering to yourself, you shut off the shower and wrapped yourself up into a towel. kate continued to shower and took a beat before finally popping the question (marry me?). “i have this event i have to go to right? its a reunion type of thing with me and my teammates from highschool,”

“my teammates and i” you interjected. she hates when you correct her grammar.

“ yea yea whatever, so basically we all have an option of bringing a plus one and all of them are bringing their girlfriends and some boyfriends.” again you cut her off. “k are you asking me to be your pretend girlfriend?” you were genuinely freaking out, and thank the lord above you got out and got dressed before her because boy if she saw the look on your face….sheesh. kate shut the shower off and continued frantically. “no! not at all! i just dont wanna be the only person without a plus one, and who better to bring than my googly bear?” she laughed at her own joke and stepped out in fresh clothes, brushing her hair while walking towards you. you giggle at the nickname and blow a kiss at her. she catches it, and places in on her cheek. “ of course, my baby boo! what time is this event?” she shows a toothy smile, the one she always does around you and grabs your hand. she starts rubbing the palm of your hand and answers “ 7:00pm, my queen. i’ll pick you up at 6?” your lip curls as you slap her hand away. “we live together, you doofus” kate makes a surprised face and jumps up. “ no way?! seriously!? omg thats so fun! lets go home!!!”. you share a laugh before picking all your stuff up to go home to your shared apartment.

the rest of the day goes normally, running errands, eating, studying together and picking out clothes for this reunion thing. the clock strikes 5, and you start to get ready. kate said its semi-formal, so you pick out a gray babydoll dress, with wedges that weren’t too tall. they made you taller, obviously, but not too tall were you were above kates height. she likes that you’re shorter than her, says that it boost her ego. anyways, you curl your hair and put on a natural layer of makeup— natural enough where it wasn’t too heavy but not were you couldn’t tell you were wearing anything. spraying some perfume, and taking a handbag from your closet, you check the clock and head out to the living room. kate is sitting on the couch on her phone, in a black blazer and pants, with a white crop underneath it. shes manspreading and good god does she look good. before you walked all the way in, you stood there and gawked for a second. breathing a little too loud, kate looks up and notices you standing there. now its her turn to gawk, because ohhhh the things she could say to you right now. it almost brought her down to one knee.

she gets up and makes her way over to you. “y/n,” she places a hand on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. the two of you lock eyes and she smirks. “you look so beautiful, im serious” her smile only widens as you blush. “ ohh stopppp” you lean your head against her shoulder, grabbing her bicep and giggle, slightly lifting your leg up. kate steps back and admires you some more while you look around. she admires how the wedges you wear perfectly accentuate the muscles in your legs from years of basketball and hard work, how your makeup perfectly compliments all of your features, and how the curls in your hair frame your face so gorgeously. she seriously could kiss you right now, hell— she had to stop herself from smothering you when she grabbed your waist. checking the time again, you realize its six, and you usher kate out to the car so you can beat traffic. when you arrive, you see some of kates old teammates and their partners standing at the front, waiting for everyone to arrive. you all make your greetings, and kate introduces you to everyone.

upon going in, you find that one of the girls made a reservation and you were immediately sat down. kate lets you slide in first, and slides in next to you, making sure your leg is touching hers. conversation continues, all talking about how their college experience was and how jobs are, etc. etc. eventually appetizers were ordered and one of the girls, anna, asks all of the couples how they are. when anna gets to you two, she says “ and you two? are you a couple?” she had the sweetest smile on her face as she asked. before you could answer, kate blurts out “yes! we are”

you immediately kick her leg under the table, keeping a smile on your face. anna continued around the table and crinkle your nose at kate. in a low whisper, you say in her ear “ i thought i wasn’t going to be your pretend girlfriend, martin” she side eyes you but is unable to answer as another girl asks her a question about basketball. quickly, you stand up and excuse yourself to the restroom. shortly after you go in, a knock is heard on the door. its kate, of course.

“y/n please open it, i need to talk to you,” you stand there for a second before she speaks through the door again. “you’re not seriously angry right? i didn’t mean to say that i swear, it just came out.” you let out a loud sigh before unlocking the door, letting her in and locking it again— just incase. kate looks at you and starts to explain. “ i dont know why i said that and im soooo sorry. i guess i felt pressured to have a girlfriend so i just said it was you. i know i told you you wouldn’t be my pretend girlfriend and i meant that, but this was not supposed to happen” you stare back at her, thinking of what to say. were you angry? sure, a little. but your real problem was that she wasn’t your actual girlfriend, and that she acted like one and hell! even called you her girlfriend but shes too pussy to actually ask you to be official! i mean seriously. you guys constantly joke about dating and getting married, and you guys act so coupley, how has she not gotten the hint? finally , you decide to speak up. “are you that oblivious kate? do you really not know why im actually mad?” she stares at you with a “idk” look amd shrugs her shoulders, sticking her tongue into the side of her mouth as she thinks. “ im mad because— because! you act like my girlfriend and we even make jokes about dating and shit, and you still dont see how i feel about you! i love you kate!! and not platonically like we’ve been saying it for all these years!” tears start to stream down your face, this conversation being long awaited by you. “i just, cant understand why you wont make it official! unless i’ve completely read you wrong, which im sure i didn’t because i know you like the back of my hand, i think the feelings are requited!” now the tears are really coming down. you lean against the sink and put your face in your hands, trying to hide and wipe the tears off your wet cheeks. kate stands still before lifting your head up. now you see shes crying, too. “of course i love you more than platonically, y/n. i’ve never loved someone so much, and if i could marry you right now i would. i just didn’t know if you loved me back. you know how i get in my head. and i couldn’t go to you to help me because then i’d have to tell you everything.” now shes cupping your cheek in her hand, and the two of you are staring into each other’s glistening eyes. again, she puts her hand on your waist and smiles. “ y/n , please please please accept my apology…” she takes a pregnant pause before continuing, your eyebrows raise in curiosity. “ and…. will you, officially, be mine?” you laugh, and more tears come out. grasping her arms, you whisper-cry “yes, yes of course kate” she pulls you in closer and kisses you, hard and passionately. nothings ever felt so good before. it may seem cliche, but sparks flew in that tiny restaurant bathroom.

kate pulls away and kisses you on the forehead. “ im gonna go tell them we have to take a rain-check, the you’re not feeling well, alright love?” shes never looked so beautiful than when shes calling you love and actually means it.

“of course, my googly bear” you smile sweetly at her, and she pulls you in for one more kiss before going out to tell the other girls that you’re leaving. you slide against the wall a little bit, and touch your lips.

gosh, you really scored at love, didn’t you?

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A/N q(❂‿❂)p : AHHHHH!!!!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! rimunagenius i hope you like this i tried my best with the request you gave! i know its not rlly that basketbally lmao 😔myb. im actually lowkey proud of myself guys 😌👊. let me know what you guys think! also send more requests for other people (and kate too but other people as well lollll). thats it. googbye hamsters in my phone <3. TOODLES

#Spotify #iowa wbb #wbb #kate martin #wlw #kate martin x reader #x reader #i love kate martin #kate martin in a crop top #kate martin is so sexy omfg #lesbooooo

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phr0gg13 · 3 months

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Do Not Wait.

Luke Castellan x Reader

Synopsis: You and Luke have always been close, and so when the guy you trust most in the world decide to backstab the people you call family, you are torn in two. Warnings: Spoilers for the series! Angst, I dont think pronouns were used for the reader! (Please let me know if they were!) this story could be read as platonic or romantic feelings, I was inspired by the song Do Not wait by the Wallows!

It was a cold night when Luke came to see you, almost as if the gods knew what was in store. He had came up to you at dinner and asked to speak in private. You followed him to a secluded spot in the woods of Camp Half-Blood, there was an opening that showed the sun setting. It was like a painting, almost as if Apollo had painstakingly taken the time to think about each stroke of sunlight and how it would hit just right on Lukes face. How the clouds would form to be the most beautiful colors and how it would feel like a movie scene. Your heart was racing as you looked around. It was so pretty here, you and Luke were secluded and you wondered what he wanted to tell you. You were nervous and also excited to hear what the Hermes boy had to say.

"Please don't think I'm crazy when I ask you this (Y/N)...." His hands found your cheeks and he caressed them gently. Almost as if you were made of porcelain. Your heart was racing, thinking of every possible thing he could want to ask you. "Luke, I wont think you are crazy.... What's up?" You replied sweetly. Luke felt a small twinge of regret hit him, but he was already to far gone with his plan.

"Come leave camp with me." The words were like a slap in the face. You let out a small breath of air, the same way you would when someone says a terrible joke. "You're joking right? Why would we leave camp?" You were confused, it didnt make sense. Luke was happy at camp, he had you and Annabeth. He had all his siblings. Why would he want to leave? "Because, (Y/N)," his grip on your face got tighter, it was like he was afraid you would leave, "The gods... They don't care about us. They never have and they never will.".

"Thats why you want to leave camp? Because the gods are selfish and act like gods?" You were in disbelief, "Luke where would we even go? What would we do?". He sighed and looked deep into your eyes "There are people who want to take the gods down, who can provide us with the means to show the gods not to forget us. We can finally speak out against them, do something to stop their childish ways!.". You shook your head, "Who...?"

"Kronos has been visiting me in my dreams, he wants to build an army to fight against the gods. He wants me to help." Luke smiled at you when he said that. It made you sick, you took his hands off your face and looked at him with a hurt expression. "Luke, you can't be serious? We need to tell Chiron and Mr.D about this! If Kronos wants a war... Who knows who else will follow him? How many titans will rise up against the gods? It could be catastrophic, Luke. World ending!!".

Luke shook his head, "We can't tell Chiron, we can't tell anyone. Not yet, Kronos isn't strong enough to fight." You shook your head and looked away, why was this happening. You noticed the sun was almost set, everything was dark and you felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest. "What about Annabeth?" Your voice broke as tears threatened to leave your eyes. "What about your siblings, your friends?!". Luke sighed, this wasn't how he had planned it going, "They will understand once we tell them. Once we show how strong the army is!." Luke kept going on about how everyone would join him and Kronos. He just kept talking, trying to make you join him. "Luke!".

You looked at him as your tears flowed down your face. "I am not joining you. I can't, this place is my home! These people are my family! I don't care about the gods, I don't need anything from them. I am happy and content with staying at camp.". Lukes expression dropped, it switched from heartbroken to numb in seconds flat. "Fine... But you can't tell anyone my plan. Not yet...". You turned your head and rolled your eyes, about to object to his demand. Yet he had pulled out a sword from a nearby bush, he had planned it all out. Your reflexes kicked in immediately. Quickly you pulled off your bracelet that turned into your sword. A gift from your godly parent. Ready to fight against Luke.

The two of you often trained together and so you both knew how the other fought. Though Luke was still faster and stronger. He also studied your flaws when fighting, he knew how to abuse them. This resulted in him tripping you on the ground. Your sword fell out of your hand and you tried to crawl to grab it, but Luke stepped on your wrist. You cried out in pain, "I'm so sorry (Y/N), but you made me do this..". Luke raised his sword, and for a moment you thought he was going to hit you with his blade. You thought your best friend was going to kill you, yet he maneuvered his sword to where the hilt was pointed at you. He landed a blow to your head and you were out cold. Luke set you up on your back and put his jacket he was wearing over you. He cried, but not because of the choice he made. He cried because of the choice you made. He walked off to go find Percy....

You had woke up with an insane headache, you were warm and in a bed instead of on the cold ground of the forest. You looked around weakly and saw Annabeth and Grover sitting in chairs nearby. You were in the infirmary. You noticed that they were talking to someone else, another person in a bed. One of the campers who was working in the infirmary noticed you were up. They quickly got you some water and asked how you were feeling. You told them about your head and they nodded. You had a concusion... Eventually Chiron and Mr.D came into the infirmary. They started to ask you questions of what happened to you. You told them all you remember and they both looked at eachother. Chiron shook his head, he had a remorseful look on his face.

"Chiron, where is Luke?" You asked as you noticed his jacket on a nearby chair.

"Luke is missing. We assume he is now working with Kronos..."

Your already broken heart was crushed as you heard those words. You are left wondering how long your best friend had truly been gone for.

#percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #angst #fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction #pjo tv show

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recklesssturniolo · 5 months

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Can you post the Nate story tonight?

Dinner - N.D

Dom!Nate, reader & him are dating, public sex (ig??? I dont know bathroom in public)

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Nate, a couple of his and the triplets friends and I were all out for dinner. It was a decently fancy restaurant so I had chose a nice red dress, Nate dressed in a black dress top and black dress pants. Nate in all black would never not get to me, something about it just sent me every time.

As we get seated and everyone starts looking over the menus, Nick starts asking everyone what they’re thinking of ordering, but I feel Nate place his hand on my thigh. I snap my head to look at him, giving him a warning look, all I get back in return is a smirk.

“Y/N what’re you thinking you’re gonna have?” Nick asks me.

“Oh I’m pretty sure I’m - I’m uh gonna get the Alfredo” I reply, hoping desperately no one thought my stutter was a big deal. Nate had apparently decided it’d be a good idea to move his hand not other further up my thigh, but further inwards as I was speaking.

Everyone makes casual conversation, Nate and I both joining in. I freeze when I feel Nate’s hand move further, putting two fingers directly on my clothed pussy.

“Wet already?” He whispered in my ear.

“Nathan come on this isn’t fair” I whisper back, him once again smirking in response.

“Oh yeah I think Y/N’s been there right?” Chris speaks up.

Hearing my name snaps me out of my thoughts of the want I had for Nate. For his fingers to be inside me, to hear him groaning as he pounds into me.

“I’ve been multiple times! It’s a beautiful place you just - uh you like - “ Cutting myself off mid sentence as Nate starts moving his fingers in circles over my clit.

“Are you alright?” Chris asks.

“Yeah sorry, just not feeling super great but nothing to worry about” I smile back before turning to Nate and glaring at him.

The conversation continues as our food is brought out, however, Nate trailing his fingers lower and slipping one into my pussy caused me to gasp.

Everyone turned to look at me, Nate continued pushing his finger in and out of me, going as far as to add a second. How the fuck was I supposed to speak when he had me like this?

“Shit uh sorry I just think I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back” I mumble, a blush rising to my cheeks.

Getting to the bathroom and locking the door, my pussy throbbing as I looked at myself in the mirror, the lack of sensation only causing me to grow frustrated.

“Open the door” I hear, knowing by the voice it was Nate.

I open it, my arms crossed and a glare present on my face. I don’t get a chance to speak before Nate lifts me up and places me on the bathroom counter.

“You liked that eh? My fingers inside you even though there were people around?” He smirks.

“Couldn’t help it, it felt so good” I mumble, grabbing his waist to pull him closer to me, smashing our lips together.

“Needy slut” He mumbles through the kiss.

“Nate we have to be fast” I groan out. Knowing it was true, also just not wanting to wait any longer for him.

“Turn around, bend over and face the mirror” He demands, “You’re gonna watch me fuck you”

I was taken by surprise but did as he said, pulling my dress up over my hips as I did. He slaps my ass, causing me to yelp before swiping my folds with his fingers.

“Fucking soaked. Such a little whore” He says, unbutton his pants and letting the drop to the floor.

“Please” I whimper.

“Please what baby? Use your words” He replies.

“Fuck me, please I need you” I say.

Smacking my ass before lining himself up with my entrance, his hand makes its way around my throat.

“Keep looking in the mirror, look away and I squeeze tighter and stop? Got it?” He instructs.

“Yes - I - yes I won’t look away” I whine out, moving my ass backwards, trying to get him inside of me.

“Such a whore, fucking trying anything for my dick to be inside you” He smirks.

We make eye contact through the mirror before he pushes himself into me. A moan escaping my lips, watching his jaw drop slightly as I watched in the mirror.

“Mph fuck Nate, feels so good” I moan.

“Such a pretty slut, you take me so well” He responds, his hand still around my throat.

Picking up his pace, without thinking I drop my head down as a whimper falls from my mouth. Instantly I feel his grip tighten around my neck, “Fucking look in the mirror”

I mumble a sorry before bringing my head back up, watching how his muscles flex as he slams into me and the groans escaping from his mouth.

“Look at yourself, you see how much of a slut you are? Letting me fuck you like this in a public bathroom?” He groans, and slapping my ass.

“My god- yes fuck I see” I whine, feeling a knot in my stomach form as he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

“Are you gonna come on my dick, fuck I can feel you clenching already” He groans, now removing his hand from my throat and placing it on my hip to slam into me harder.

“Yes I’m - fuck Nate I’m going to - I’m coming don’t stop please” I moan, not taking into consideration how loud I was being. Nate lifting my chin up, silently reminding me to look into the mirror.

“Such a good girl, you see how pretty you look coming for me?” He smirks.

I nod but as he continues his fast pace I can’t help but whimper, “Too sensitive Nate I can’t take it”

“Yes you can, just a bit longer and I’ll fill you with my come. You can take it” He groans back.

Whimpers fall from my lips, my legs shaking as he doesn’t slow him pace down by any means, but soon feel his dick twitch inside of me and watch as his eyes clench shut and he throws his head back.

“Fuck you’re tight, coming in you feels so good” He groans out, his voice now raspy.

He pulls out, turns me around and kisses me before saying, “I knew I was fucking you the second you got into the car wearing that dress”

“Oh but I’m the needy one?” I smirk back.

“You do realize I just had you begging and a whimpering mess right? I’d watch what you’re saying” He returns.

I roll my eyes, and start cleaning myself up, Nate fixing his outfit as I pulled my dress my down.

“What are we supposed to tell them?” I ask, now worried about his friends catching onto us.

“Just say you threw up or something” He shrugs.

We walk back to the table and immediately Chris narrows his eyes at us, “You freaky fucks”

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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1999 pt. 5

Kurt Wagner x fem reader, some Angst, sad topics

Reader has Empath abilities where she can feel others’ emotions, her mind can’t be read by either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what she feels.

Sorry for delay! Whole story got deleted so had to rewrite everything from scratch! Im so very sorry for the delay! I have more stories on the way as well!

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“BOYS!!!!”

Kurt felt like he was floating, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders as he saw those two beautiful boys run through the door. God couldn't have crafted anything more beautiful in his Mind, They looked like him in his human form but with (Y/N) Beautiful smile that he didn't realize he had longed for so much and her eyes, oh her eyes they made his knees weak and heart jump like he was falling in love all over again. Logan looked to Kurt and tried to nudge him a bit to wake him from his trance, However that was pointless with Kurt clearly amazed at the sight of his sons.

However that trance broke the second the twins decided to make their surprise Exit. Kurt jumping to his feet just in shock at seeing this as a wide smile went over his lips. (Y/N) however was far less pleased as she cursed and stood up, Speed walking towards the back of the house, Kurt didn't even realize he was following her till Charles grabbed his hand carefully. Snapping him from his daze enough to not fall over to Professor before scrambling after his Beloved who was marching like a solider to the back of the house.

(Y/N) had a frown on her face as she glanced around the hallway, Like she was looking for clues to were they had gone.

“They Look like me...” Kurt finally choked out, Finally able to put his brain together enough to string the words together. (Y/N) paused her search and looked at him with a sad glare, Like she wanted to smack him or cry- “Of course they do, They are your kids... And that includes their mutation” she hissed out in a low whisper. Kurt took another shaky breath as he awkwardly chuckled softly, a fluttering of emotions hitting him at once which in truth left him unable to reply.

(Y/N) turned away from him, continuing her military march down the hall before reaching the attic access door. Kurt followed her gaze, looking to her as she took a near by broom and used it to push the attic door open jumping and grabbing the rope handle to pull it open with the ladder. Sighing as she placed her hands on her hips in frustration. Kurt couldn't help but let his eyes wonder over her, She was so different yet- also the same? Her face had matured to an elegant grace as well, sophisticated and he couldn't lie.. sexy? Then when he traveled lower.. She had defiantly matured in terms of her hips and bust- CLAP. He jumped at the sound as he snapped from his impure thoughts, (Y/N) having clapped her hands to announce her presence to the boys- thankfully having not noticed his wondering eyes- or ignoring it.

"Boys get your little asses down here now! I mean it"

(Y/N) yelled up at the quiet attic space. Her hands on her hips as she stared up into the dark space.

"On the count of 3 if you arent down here I will come get you-... 1..."

"(Y/N) Maybe I-" Kurt started but stopped with another glare.

"2..... Alright 3!" She said as she started up the Ladder, ready to coax her boys out of the attic space. Kurt shot a hand out and grabbed her wrist, (Y/N) snapping and slapping his hand from her.

"Dont touch me-!" (Y/N) hissed as she slapped his hand away from her, Anger shining in those beautiful eyes, the same look the day they had departed. Kurt rubbed the back of his hand and stared at her, guilt eating away at him, his soul practically screaming in hurt for his actions.

"(Y/N) I'm so so sor-" He didnt even finish as the shifting sound of movement above them gave way. Staring down at him was the twins, staring hard at him as they tried to figure out who he was- and most likely why their mother reacted in such a way.

"Who the hell is this dweeb?-" Leon grumbled out, a sigh leaving their mother as she rubbed her temple. "Dont- call him that.. Listen please come down- Both of you and we are going to talk... Your not in trouble" (Y/N) said softly, Milo finally revealing his own face fully at hearing he hadn't angered his mother. It took little coaxing to get the twins to come down from their hiding spots and then return to the Livingroom.

There was a few moments of awkward silence before Jean Grey cleared her throat and sat forward. Wishing to pick up here Charles left off it seemed.

"Well, I never got to introduce ourselves formally- While we are former school mates of your mother, we are teachers at the same school. A school for a special type of children... Mutants" Jean started, Milo's gaze starting to harden as he gave focus on (Y/N) distrust starting to brew in him.

"At Xavier's School for gifted Youngsters we help Mutants like yourself express yourself freely with your Mutations and develo-"

"Wait-" Jean blinked in surprise by such a cross voice cutting her off, That came from Milo. Everyone looking at him surprised as he looked to his mother. A mixture of anger, distrust and overall confusion in his eyes.

"So.. You are a mutant who went to a super Mutant school, Didn't tell us and while another option for us to not live hiding our powers forever you didn't choose it?" Milo questioned, anger rising in him. (Y/N) gently tried to grab his hand to calm him but he yanked his hand away. "Milo- Its a lot more complicated then that, I told you id explain-"

"What is there to explain! You lied to us!" He yelled, Leon awkwardly chuckling as he tried to nudge his brother.

"Come on dude, lets just hear it out! When do you get so worked up?-" Leon tried to joke but Milo glared at him.

"You're not upset!? We've had to move around, Hide our mutations! A-And we could have been in a safe place this whole time?"

"Well Yeah! But im not losing my shit over it! Besides this place is chill anyway! Like we can stay here and be chill or Like being cool exchange students at a super mutant whatever! Right? You guys have like a pool or something right? Like a sports Bus? Like the rich kids" Leon asked Jean, Who looked flustered by what was unraveling.

"W-Well yes and no- We have a pool but no Sports-Bus. We have a Jet-" She tried to say casually, Jean felt like she was in over her head- For some reason it was... difficult to read Leon or Milo's mind- Like trying to focus on a tiny dot of a speedy bullet..

"A DAMN JET!" He yelled as he jumped up and down like the ADHD Kid he was.

"Leon Language! Milo calm down-" (Y/N) tried to interject as Milo started to refuse and even raise his voice. Leon now asking a million questions at once the Jet was revealed.

Kurt sat there awkwardly, watching Logan look ready to snap, Jean looking overwhelmed by Leon questions, Charles trying his best to help (Y/N) calm down Milo who looked angry and ready to run away if it wasn't for (Y/N) holding his hand tightly. Looking close to tears herself- He couldn't just stand by... Not again. Standing up he quickly grabbed his wrist, conjuring up every bit of confidence he had as he turned off the camouflage and closed his eyes tightly.

Silence...

He slowly opened his yellow eyes as he felt his tail twitch nervously. The twins were staring at his slack jawed and looking completely shocked- like he had shot them while (Y/N) stared at him with what can only be described as heartbreak like the day they last saw each other. Kurt stood there, shifting on his feet slightly as he looked at the trio.

This may have been a bad idea- A real bad idea...

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miyhhowrites · 1 month

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can i request an akito fic where reader is a new member and quite shy so she dosent interact much? so akito would think they’re useless ? but they actually have a really soft voice and cute personality >.<

꧁“𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞”꧂

Akito shinonome x shy!gn! Reader

✮A/N: HIHI so sorry i took long to finish your request😭 im very inactive on all my platforms cause im focusing on my life rn and exams are coming up, nevertheless hope you enjoy<33

✮Synopsis: you, a shy new member, impress akito with the song you made!

✮Contains: slight ooc?, Not proofread,akito here is slightly judgmental?

Akito wasnt... That fond of you,not that he hated you or anything, he wasnt.. used to you, you could tell, when he made music, he'd give you the most simplest lines, or the shortest.. not that youre complaining, you just wanted more!

nevertheless, the group would still care and try to make you feel at home, they would call you by your first name or a nickname, tell some jokes, tease you, and anything as long as you feel happy around them

all changed until you decided to make music, all on your own, ofcourse with the help of friends but it was mostly you! And after weeks of making, you wanted to let the group have a listen!

the group was astonished when they heard the beat.. it was strong and intense, they were surprised when you were the one making the beats and tunes, you were so shy that its unlikely of someone to make music as intense as this

"y-you made this..? Oh wow! I wouldnt have expected that you could make songs like this.." Kohane smiled, An happily listened, while Toya and akito listened close

"This could work for this new gig... I remember Kotaro saying that the people who were attending had hardcore-ish vibes.. not that i know what he meant" Toya spoke up, an and kohane nodded in agreement. "This sounds.. pleasant.. right, lets use this.." he says, now looking at you.

weeks passed and you were finally able to make the lyrics with the help of Kohane, now was to split the lyrics

"hm.. y/n, can you try singing this part? Im confused if you or Kohane should sing this.." an asked, looking awkward.. "oh, nono, y/n can take this part.. they made the music, ofcourse they should have more lines" she says playfully, making you giggle

"hm.. okay" An nodded, now looking at you, she gave you a small nod, indicating that you could start singing... Honestly, the way an and akito practices feels like having to audition to be in an idol band..

you cleared your throat and started singing, that when Akito finally took you seriously, he puts his things down and listened.. you voice was.. adorable.. soothing..nice? He couldnt tell, after all, your voice is amazing and that he had a hard time describing it, once you were finished, all of them gave you a big round of applause, including akito, which made you feel.. fuzzy after all, it wasnt always that he'd cheer for you.

Once the sun was setting, the environment got darker, kohane left first, then toya, then an, it was just you and akito both..

Before you could keave, akito stopped you, grabbing you lightly by the shoulder. "Hey.. uh.. just wanted to say that.. your voice sounds nice.. please, keep up the good work y/n" he gave you a genuine smile, you nodded to reply "o-ofcourse.! I'll keep practicing til i physically cant!" You blurted out "oh? Haha, please dont.." he replied, sounding concerened, but quickly hiding it. "Wanna walk home with me? My House isnt that far from here" he asked you nodded and followed him through the exit. "Sure, i'd love too..!"

#project sekai #pjsk x reader #x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsk #vbs #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #vbs akito

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kaisworlds · 6 months

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SOMETHING with gaz PLEASE!! ANYTHING!! MY BOY IS STARVING!!!!

smirky face emoji

tbh idek what this is its so bad too someone help this fucking wristers block in murdering me and my unborn kids

cw: ooc gaz 😥 kissing👹 jealous kyle🤘

no one would have expected the sergent to be the one getting dicked down by the new recruit but here they are.

its only been a few months since you joined the force, constantly flirting with everyone but of course keeping in professional. not noticing the eyes watching you as you shamelessly flirt with soap listening to the cheesey pick up lines you two use on each other.

however your favourite person to make subtle advances towards is definitely sergent kyle, you could tell he liked it by the way he avoids eye contact as his cheeks deepen in color telling you how unprofessional it is. you dont do it as much anymore actually worrying for the sake of your job with how much he asks threatens to report you even though it was always empty promises.

you notice how he has been picking on you more, making you run errands like a chore boy so you decide to confront him knocking on his office door waiting for the quiet hum before walking in and standing across the desk from him.

he looks up from his paper work raising an eyebrow "yes? do you need anything?" trying to sound somewhat intimidating ignoring the way his heart picks up pace by simply being alone with you.

"no disrespect sir but i feel as though i am being treated unfairly with the distribution of chores around the base and i would like to wonder why" eyes scanning over his face, watching as he goes to rub his stubble, something he does when he is nervous, usually being yelled at by the captain but its just you two why would he be nervous.

confusion dusts your brain until it all clicks

"holy shit youre jealous arent you" kyle's eyes widen as he blinks "excuse me? what are you getting at here" his accent pushing through brutally hoping he doesnt get caught up in his small crush for you or maybe a small (huge.) part of him wants you to like him back. "im saying youre jealous of the other people i've been flirting with...and maybe even angry at me since i stopped messin 'round with you yeah?" leaning forward onto the table, he cant help up stare at how your muscles are bulging out of your shirt sleeves before replying "and what if i am its got nothing to do with how much chores you do im not petty" he keeps his eyes to the pages scattered across his desk as he feels your presence lurking around the desk until he feels a hand coming from behind resting on his shoulder "if you liked me you couldve just told me kyle" your lips are so close to his ear if he turned his head-

he couldnt even finish his thought before he felt a hand on his cheek turning his face as you plant a kiss on his lips a quick one that has him slightly chasing your lips "you know for a sergeant you're pretty desperate...going as far as to put me through manual labor just to get back at me" he shys away guilt slightly taking over him "you're cute though" he huffs before chuckling its been years since anyone called him cute

#kai's drabbles 👽#dom male reader #top male reader #amab reader #sub gaz x male reader #sub gaz #bottom gaz

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captaincryolicious · 2 years

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Heyyy

what do you think about writing a oneshot with heizou x reader (would be nice if its fem but doesnt have to be) where heizou asks the reader if they could fake date together so he can solve a case and they really get together at the end

Ignore it if you dont want to but thank you if do it ^^ have a good day/night

Play pretend

➳ Heizou x gn!reader

➳ Oneshot ; 3,4k

➳ Fluff, pining ; No warnings

It all began as merely pretending, but it grew into something so much more than that. [18.07.2022]

Zep's Note ; I decided to go with a gn reader since all my works feature one, I hope you don't mind! Also I LOVED this request, thank you!!

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"You want me to do what?"

You stared at the detective in front of you incredulously, shock and doubt written all over your features after his request. Shikanoin Heizou was easily Inazuma's best detective and his reputation preceded him far and wide, which is exactly why he often got away with peculiar ideas to solve cases. This particular idea, however, caught you by surprise like none ever did before.

"You heard me, Y/N," the cherry-haired male spoke, seemingly unaffected by the weight of his request. "I asked you to fake date me."

"I–" you brought out, sucking in a breath through your teeth. "Please explain how in Celestia's name this will benefit your investigation?"

Heizou had asked you to follow him towards one of the quiet corners of the Tenryou Commission's headquarters – which happened quite often, since he regularly shared confidential information with you, his loyal sidekick. You didn't think anything of it, expecting it to be simply another breakthrough that he wanted to inform you about. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think that he would ask you to fake date him, yet here he was. This guy never failed to surprise you, huh?

"I'm sorry, I can't really tell you," he said earnestly. "It's a pretty fragile case and I was told not to share any intel, not even with you."

"You make it pretty easy for me to say no," you remarked skeptically.

Maybe you were making a big deal out of nothing, but this entire fake dating ordeal was quite a thing for you. You didn't mind helping him out at all, but this stunt topped all the previous ones with ease when it came to bizarreness. Especially now that he refused to give you a valid reason – though he seemed to have a good reason for that. Your thoughts were a whirlwind; what were you supposed to say? You were opposed to the idea, but at the same time you kind of weren't.

"I promise I'll tell you more as soon as I can," the male said solemnly, his eyes searching yours. He would never beg you for anything, you knew that, but you could see in his green eyes how important this matter was to him.

You sighed, not finding it in you to decline his request.

"When do we start and how long do we have to pretend?" you questioned, a strange feeling settling in the pit of your stomach now that you agreed.

Relief washed over Heizou's expression in the form of a smile. He seemed grateful, and you found that your agreement didn't bring forth any form of stress within you. You would do a lot for him; you were his sidekick after all, it was your job to help him whenever you could.

"Now," the detective simply replied. "Preferably until the case I'm working on is solved. Do you… do you mind?"

He looked at you carefully, scanning your face for any traces of dismay. Most likely, he would find a lot, but that was simply because you were still getting used to the idea of fake dating your detective companion.

"No, I'm just surprised," you admitted.

"I get that," Heizou nodded, a sheepish smile crossing his face. "Sorry for asking so out of the blue."

"It's fine," you reassured him, though the swarm of butterflies in your stomach still hadn't calmed down. "Just tell me what's the purpose of this as soon as you can, okay?"

"I can do that," the male said. "Thank you so much, Y/N. You are the best sidekick a detective can possibly ask for."

He ruffled your hair, and you couldn't help the wide grin that fell on your lips. It was there, almost giddy. You were happy to be his right hand – and now you were suddenly pretending to be his significant other as well. Of course you were curious to see how the latter would turn out, but time would tell, you guessed.

✧ ✧ ✧

Word spread around the city fast, or so it seemed. The prodigy detective of the Tenryou Commission and his sidekick getting together; what a news that was. After setting up some rules, you went out in the open, and it was a whole happening. A lot of looks were cast in your direction whenever you made your way through the streets with your hands linked. It managed to fluster you every time, being seen with him like that. On the other hand, it seemed to fluster Heizou just as much, which offered you some sort of consolation. As confident as he appeared while making this request, he finally started to show that he wasn't entirely unaffected.

One of the first things you noticed after the entire fake dating situation started, was the way your hand fit in his perfectly, and how natural it felt to sway your connected hands back and forth on the cadence of your footsteps.

It was almost unfair that it was merely for the sake of pretending. And for what? Even a week after it all started he still didn't share the smallest detail about the case he was on, but you remained patient and didn't pry. He promised you he would talk about it as soon as he was able to, so you would wait for him to do so.

But you were curious.

Curious about what he was looking for when he glanced around discreetly every time you walked around with your hands connected. Curious about who or what this was all about. You had no clue, and you just blindly followed the detective's lead.

"Tomorrow there's a conference regarding this case in the Tenryou Commission's headquarters," Heizou commented, playing with your fingers. You were on a so-called date in town, which basically meant being out in the open to intentionally make it as obvious as possible that you two were a thing.

Your hand was in his snugly but you could hardly comprehend it: your mind was still a fuzzy mess after he insisted on feeding you spoonfuls of his dessert.

"And?" you asked, peering at his face. Honestly, you would have cursed the blush that was present on your face if he wasn't just as flustered as you were.

To others, it probably looked like you genuinely were a fresh couple that was madly in love, still getting used to acting lovey-dovey around each other. No one would ever suspect that it was as far from the truth as possible. The only reason behind your shared blush was because it was hella awkward to play pretend, to hold hands and act like a couple would with your trusted companion.

"I asked if I could take you with me, but they said it's still better if as few people as possible know about the case," the detective muttered. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I tried but still can't tell you anything about what's going on."

The pads of his fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he gazed at your hand absentmindedly, and his tentative touch left a trail of sparks on your skin. Why did it all feel so normal? Were you simply getting used to the whole ordeal, or was there something else?

"It's okay," you told him, flashing him a smile that hopefully mimicked the way someone would smile at their precious lover.

Heizou gazed up, and when his green eyes caught your smile, they widened before he quickly averted his gaze again, the blush on his cheeks deepening. Archons, it was so awkward, and the detective opposite of you genuinely looked like he was struggling. Maybe your smile had been a little too convincing, you thought. After all, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach made it all too easy to present to him such a smile.

"Y/N," the male called, and your connected hands remained on the table you were seated around. He paused, and seconds went by without him continuing.

"Yeah?" you urged gently.

But he shook his head, his cherry hair bouncing cutely, and muttered a quiet nevermind. It made you wonder, what had he wanted to tell you?

There was a certain tension building in the air around you, and you failed to figure out what exactly was causing it. Oh, if only this intense uneasiness would cease once this entire fake dating thing was over. It would greatly stand in the way of all the upcoming cases you would have to solve in the future.

Heizou heaved out a sigh, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss against your knuckles. Your heart did somersaults in your chest when he rounded the table to help you up.

"It's getting late, let's get you home, yeah?" he spoke, offering you a meek smile.

Your walk was silent, and boy was it awkward. Even now, when you were pretending for a week already, people – acquaintances as well as strangers – still offered you their congratulations as you walked home hand-in-hand, and you answered them all with a sweet smile and a restless feeling in the pit of your stomach. Heizou did the same, giving your hand a gentle squeeze after every little act you skillfully put up.

He showered you with sweet gestures and it seemed to come so easily. Did he do all of this before? Had he ever used someone else to fake date him for the sake of a case? Merely the thought brought an iron fist to clasp around your heart.

As soon as you got home, Heizou gazed at the shadows in a bystreet, his eyes lingering there a little too long. You too stared in that direction, but failed to find anything out of the ordinary.

"Y/N," he brought out, his tone strangely quiet yet agitated. "Can I… Can I kiss you before you go in?"

He whispered but you heard him so clearly. Your poor heart stilled for a moment before it set a drum beat rhythm in your chest as you stared at him blankly. Did he just…? You weren't believing your ears. What about the rules you made? No pet names, no unnecessary gestures, and no kissing?

"W-Wy?" you stuttered, not missing the way he glanced at the alley once more. "Is something there?"

"Yes," Heizou replied, nervousness written in his eyes when he regarded you again. "I'm sorry, you don't–"

You were undeniably being used, you realized. But why wasn't there a no falling off your lips instantly? Why were you seriously considering a yes when your eyes darted to his lips for a split second? You felt warm, and not all that opposed to the idea. Surely it was simply out of loyalty, right?

"O-Okay," you cut him off. You pursed your lips. "Do it quickly before I change my mind and don't make it awkward."

You closed your eyes, and you heard a soft okay before a pair of warm lips touched yours. You were screaming on the inside, your heart pounding madly and your thoughts racing. It lasted for but a second before he pulled back and offered you a strained smile, but it had your head spinning.

Saying goodbye was surprisingly easy, seeing how you fled inside and left him on the doorstep. You fell against the front door, your fingers coming up to touch your lips softly. You mentally cursed.

Your very first kiss, taken merely for the sake of a case you knew absolutely nothing about. But then you saw Heizou's face in your mind, and you found yourself not minding all that much anymore.

Why?

✧ ✧ ✧

It was getting easier to pretend – or should you say, it was getting easier to act upon the whirlwind of butterflies that rumbled in your stomach? You had found it in you to return his gestures in public without freaking out on the inside. It was as if that kiss awoke something in you, and you had gotten bolder. Now it was you who took his hand more often, who clung to his side with a broad smile (and relished in the way the detective smiled back), who called him cute names with so much ease. You even planted a careful kiss on his cheek once when he seemed to spot something in his surroundings, and you were once again surprised how natural it felt.

Was it really out of loyalty? Or was there something else going on, something more?

You put a lot of thought into it, and with a shock you had realized; you were into it too much, and it came to a point where it was starting to bother you that it was only for the sake of pretending.

It felt so nice to be surrounded by him and his loving gestures, just as much as it felt good to reciprocate them. Your hand felt perfect in his, his hugs felt truly amazing, the words he spoke so nicely made you swell in happiness. It all made you aware of something big.

You started to see him differently.

Maybe the whole ordeal caused you to grow feelings for the detective – it would explain so damn much.

But with it also came the realization that for him, it was still a game of play pretend, all for some unknown benefit to a case he was on. It was painful, to say the least, but with gritted teeth you carried on.

For Heizou.

However, you weren't stupid. You also saw the changes in the detective. You were good at reading people, and you saw it in your companion. He was relaxing more, his lovey smile seemed genuine and so did his gestures. Plus, everything appeared to be extending to a point unnecessary for your public image of lovers. He lingered around you longer, asked if he could come inside after dropping you off after another fake date, your conversations grew more personal, and the tension between you eased.

And come on, if it was merely for the sake of pretending he would let go of your hand as soon as you entered his office in the Tenryou Commission's headquarters, right? No one was around to see you there, so dropping the act was completely fine but he seemingly refused to do so – and you did not mind in the slightest.

What exactly was happening between you two?

"You're quiet," Heizou remarked as the two of you walked around Inazuma City, slowly straying away from the busy streets and wandering towards the park.

"Just thinking," you muttered dismissively, which was nothing but the truth.

"You're lost in thought often these days," the male pointed out. Of course he noticed. As a keen detective, absolutely nothing went by unnoticed by him.

Petals of the tall Sakura trees fluttered down gently, drifting over the surface of the stream that meandered through the greenfields of the park just outside of the big city. The scenery was wonderful, but you couldn't really focus on anything besides your hand in his.

The fake dating thing has been going on for a couple of weeks now and everything was bothering you. You still had no idea why he started the whole thing, for Heizou refused to open up about it. For you it was a game no longer, and all your actions towards the cherry-haired male had grown sincere.

"Yeah," you simply replied, trying to pry your hand free from his grip. "There's no one here, you can let go of my hand now."

But his grip didn't loosen; if anything, he held your hand a little tighter.

"I don't mind," he briskly remarked.

"Oh," you uttered, cursing yourself for outing such an intelligent reply. But inside you were happy; he didn't want to let go of your hand!

Your walk continued in silence, and you were about to ask the male why he brought you to such a deserted place if there was no one around to see your act. Before you could speak up, the male gently brought you to a halt and his voice rang through the quiet park softly.

"Y/N, we have to talk," he said earnestly.

It was as if the weight of a stone dropped in the pit of your stomach as anxiety stirred within you. The look in his green eyes gave nothing away, and you could only wait nervously for what the detective wanted to say.

"I think we should stop."

Those were the words he spoke, and they felt to you as if lightning struck the sky. Stop pretending? Is that what he meant to say? Even though the entire situation bothered you, the idea of quitting left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

"Stop fake dating?" you meekly asked, trying not to show how much it affected you to begin with. You didn't want to make things awkward, so you truly did your best to hide the pain from your features.

"Yeah," Heizou confirmed.

"Is the case solved?" you questioned. That must be it, right?

"Quite the opposite, we haven't even had our first breakthrough yet," the male admitted, his expression troubled. "I just can't do it anymore."

You wanted to shake your hand free from his – that's what he wanted, right? You probably read all the hints completely wrong and you were a fool. Disappointment coursed through your entire being.

"That's okay, we can stop," you reassured him, the crack in your voice giving away your inner struggles.

The detective still refused to let go of your hand, stubbornly keeping his fingers folded over your knuckles to prevent you from escaping.

"Don't get me wrong, Y/N," he lightly scolded you. "You're jumping to conclusions ahead of time."

His free hand flicked your forehead gently, and a smile of mild amusement rested upon his lips.

"I want to make it official."

It was a bomb so heavy, it made the entire zoo in your stomach explode and go berserk. Your mouth fell open as you gaped at him – was he for real? Was Shikanoin Heizou asking you out? The detective you spent so much time with liked you? It made no sense to you, yet at the same time everything seemed to fall into place. Why his sweet gestures always dragged on while they didn't matter for the public anymore, why his act seemed less of an act and more like something genuine as the weeks went by, why it became so much easier to be around each other in a way that only grew between you recently. Heizou liked you.

And you liked him back.

"I would love to," you replied, smiling warmly at the male. "The whole fake dating situation was becoming a pain."

"I know," the detective smiled back. "That's why we needed it to stop and make it something real."

You were ecstatic. Maybe this was what you've been hoping for all along without being aware of it at all until recently. Not even maybe, you were sure of it. Pretending to be with Heizou only hurt because you wanted it to be real, and it seemed like he wished for that just as much as you did.

"Bonus point, it will still benefit the case," the male teased, and you let out a huff.

"Shut up, I don't wanna hear about that case anymore," you pouted, and Heizou let out a laugh.

But then he turned serious, his hand finally letting go of your before reaching up to gently cup your cheeks with his soft hands. His green eyes gazed into yours wordlessly, a smile so ginger resting on his features.

"I've been dying to do this again ever since that one night," he sincerely told you, eyes flickering to your lips for barely a second. "May I kiss you?"

"You can," you replied, the surge of butterflies coming to accompany you once more.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your lips when he kissed you, giddy and blissful. Who would have thought that after months of being his loyal sidekick, you suddenly were his significant other? Who would have thought that a game of play pretend would turn out this way – the best way possible?

You wouldn't, but you were as happy as you could be.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact heizou #genshin impact shikanoin heizou #shikanoin heizou imagine #heizou imagine #shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou imagines #shikanoin heizou imagines #heizou x y/n #heizou x you #shikanoin heizou x y/n

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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I have so many ideas but none of them can be put into words, all I can do is just wheeze as they come along🤣

Also remember how wordy and flowery Teyvat speech/dialogue is? ADD THAT TO THE FACT THAT TEYVAT HAS ITS OWN LANGUAGE---

Reader can understand the basic speech which is why they are so blunt (I love this idea so much 🤣) and can piece together an idea what the person is talking about.

*insert random person talking about a commission with a long ass backstory*

Traveller & Co.: *understands completely and making plans to retrieve said commission*

C!Reader: (They said they had a cart.... a bunch of hilichurls appeared... dancing?.... they want us to dance fight the hilichurls???? Dance off???)

Actual story->The person's cart got ambushed by a group of hilichurls and taunted them by dancing around it.

....... it doesnt always translate well

Also imagine Reader heaeing random names and overthinks it as a word instead of a name.

Example: Pantalone means pants in Philippine English (sorry not sorry Pantalone)

Tsaritsa??? Oh do they speak russian there??? - reader

Capitano -> captain in some countries

(I once mistake Sandrone as Sandalone and I just went "... ehh??? Standalone? Sandalone as in Sand Alone???? Sandal (Flip flops)????

Oh wait its Sandrone" ".... as in Sand and Drone??--)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM ANON MY BELOVED 💖❤🧡💛💚💙💜✨️✨️

Gif is me writing u anything ever:

AHFLALA FERRRALLL I STG I ALSO THOUGHT ABT THIS!! WHY U COULD ALSO BE BLUNT BC U ONLY GOT THE BASICS 💀 RIP

Man theyre written language looks so scary to learn, kinda like when I looked into trying to learn Mandarin/Japanese (and even Korean), the letters r just inherently so different i was so intimidated

And u dont even read it like left -> right like English

Omg i tried to reply to a arabic comment on my art post once, and i felt so acommplished when i finally was able to type "اشكرك (thanks)" but like, i had to put it on the OTHER SIDE OF THE TEXT BOX, LIKE ALIGN IT TO THE RIGHT INSTEAD OF HOW U KNOW ENGLISH IS INHERENTLY ALIGNED LEFT, IT WAS SO TRIPPY-

Going thru genshin life only understanding minimal words of anything anyone says is honestly how i feel like ive been playing Genshin LMAO

Those analysis videos/lore are saving a bitch's life out here

PANTALONE IS ALSO RLLY CLOSE TO SPANISH FOR PANTS I KNOW WHAT U MEANNN LOL

UR ENDLESS CONFUSION FOR SANDRONE PLEASE ANON U DIDNT EVEN GET IT RIGHT THE FIRST CORRECTION IT JUST KEPT GETTING WORSEEE 😂😭 SAME THO

That would literally be you in genshin tho, like i could easily see it being like, back to back misunderstandings 😭😭

Like u think u got it right (Oh so his name is Rex Lapis, wait what? Morax? Ok his name is Morax...?? What??? Zhongli??? WHO IS THIS MAN-)

JFC first they gotta have a whole different language (like u saw in game)

And ON TOP OF THAT THEY CAN TALK FOR 10 MIN STRAIGHT ABT THE WEATHER OR SOME SHIT??

No... just, no.

U quickly decide u like what little bits of language u could pick up so far, which just results in,

U guessed it, simple speech and short fragmented sentences (or broken Teyvatian)

U cant even bring urself to care when u give half the characters a heart attack and send the rest into laughing fits

No fucks given, they wanna make this extra hard on u by being wordy on top of a new language,

Yeah u dont care what comes out of ur mouth anymore

Also, since everybody is raised in Teyvat very few ppl dont know the language, which once again brings us back to ancient/older deities/creatures who have a more simplistic version/outdated version of modern language

Omg getting stuff mistranslated bc u cant understand it all/only keywords sounds like hell but also rlly funny

Traveler/Paimon: "Alright, yes, all is well. We will accept this comission, and depart soon."

You: "...they want us to?? Dance fight?? Hilichurls...???"

Traveler just stares at u half in pity, half trying to hide their amused smile, Paimon is giggling

The commissioner is shook bc a supposed ancient creature?? Just accepted?? Their simple commission?? And u think they want u to dance battle???

PLEASE U MISTRANSLATE THE HARBINGERS NAMES RIGHT TO THEIR FACES

Signora: "You shall rue the day you crossed the Fatui mortals!"

You: "Lady we don't care, just fight us."

(Signora just means 'Lady')

Signora: *offended gasp*

Traveler/Paimon trying to stifle laughter

Raiden Shogun jaw dropped a little

Pantalone: "What a pleasure to finally meet you traveler, and thine wonderful companions!" *little bastard smile*

You: "And it was awful to meet you, Pants."

Pantalone: 😶😧😡 "Pants?! HOW DARE YOU NOT EVEN GIVE ME THE MOST BASE RESPECT, AFTER I GREETED THEE SO KINDLY-"

Oh its so funny, everytime you talk about Childe you always phrase it like he's an actual child bc u thought everyone was just calling him a little kid for some reason (u dont know how Teyvat ages work, he could be for all you know!)

Not very long, but Vine Boom anon your brain >>>>

Ur ideas r so on point, i love them sm

That makes perfect sense why u could be talking blunt too, like an in world explanation really

For you, all the desserts🥰 🤲🍪🍨🍰🍮🧋🍦🍡

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

#vine boom anon ilysm #yall r so funny i cant keep up help #big brain anons #genshin impact #ask box open #genshin sagau #my asks #sagau #genshin sagau ideas #gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #please send asks #:)#<3 #genshin isekai #genshin god reader

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months

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bpp lemme be sappy and incoherent for a min…

i saw this tiktok of bts’ solo era so far and i just wanna say that i’m glad that they know army doesn’t expect anything from them but music. GOOD MUSIC. like historically so many idols have gone on to do non music things after their peaks but bts knows that the core of their fandom are music fans. fans of THEIR music especially. bts as a whole prides themselves as being musicians and army prides ourselves as being fans of musicians.

idk. i guess i just wanted to appreciate how diverse this era has been musically and how proud i am of them doing the music they want even if i dont always enjoy it cuz someone else is bound to, yknow? i’m so freaking proud of their output. they’re amazing

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It just tugs on your heartstrings doesn’t it? Even Jin who doesn’t have a full album yet, the song he made with Coldplay in only a few months doesn’t feel rushed or half-assed. It feels like a (sappy) sweet letter (in Chris Martin’s ink) from a friend you’ll be seeing before too long.

From Hoseok producing the beauty that is Jack in the Box; to Joon’s archive of his 20s with some of the best collaborations for a Korean artist in Indigo; to Jimin’s episodic processing of the personal struggles he dealt with during the pandemic in FACE; to Yoongi’s culmination of the AGUST D trilogy in D-DAY; to Taehyung’s expression of the music that most feels like him in Layover; and finally, Jungkook pushing himself out of his comfort zone to make a full album in a language he doesn’t speak, showcasing his skill set of ever-improving vocal ability, in classic pop songs in several genres that he’s selected to showcase his personal taste.

All the boys have done well. The assignment was to serve music, and they’ve all delivered. Some songs are more my taste than others, but I can acknowledge the work they’ve all done and I respect it.

And this isn’t really what you’re talking about Anon, but please let me go on a short tangent here.

I’ve seen chatter here and there about how Jungkook isn’t mature in his interview answers. About how he apparently comes across as a clueless puppet who can’t articulate his views eloquently, but like I said about the discourse around Jimin’s apparent lack of contribution to BTS, or Jin’s apparent lack of skill - sometimes that criticism is warranted, but most of the time people who say things like this frankly have no idea what they’re talking about.

A few of you have sent me asks months back, to give my view on Jungkook the way I’ve done about Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok etc recently. I didn’t answer because I was waiting for Golden. Now that the album’s out, I’m sitting with it and will respond to those asks before too long.

But before that, I want to draw attention to this excerpt from Jungkook’s interview in The Atlantic.

In my draft reply to the asks wanting me to talk about Jungkook, I start with saying he’s a very simple person. That’s both his charm and the thing that confuses a lot of people about him, because many of us are anything but simple, so when faced with a man like him living the life he’s living, some people respond with suspicion or bewilderment.

Simple motivations, simple words, simple considerations - this is what I’ve observed in JK for the past 10 years. He’s younger than all the members but no less intelligent that the rest of the guys on average. He knows how to communicate what he means, he just usually has a preference to do it simply, and that’s what he did in that paragraph.

I’m excited to see how he’s going to become a global pop star, even bigger than he is now, because he’s certainly got the talent and skill to show real results. I’m proud of all the projects the boys have put out so far.

By their own words, one point of Chapter 2 was to showcase their individual colours, to show the world who makes up a group like BTS, so people could more clearly see what each member brings to the table, while the guys push themselves to learn new things, expand their skillsets, and hone their individual artistry to create a stronger, more nimble group.

So far so good. It seems to be going according to plan despite everything lol. I’m excited to get Joon’s next work, PJM2, Hobi’s release, Jin’s album, and all the other goodies lined up for us in Chapter 2. It’s been a trip and it’s only going to get wilder.

#bts #jimin #Jungkook #jikook #Namjoon #Hoseok #Yoongi #Taehyung #SeokJin #bts chapter 2

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if-mirrormine · 11 months

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two of a feather

summary: grayson discovers that he and the mc are more alike than he originally thought.

pairing: yandere!grayson x yandere!mc

word count: 1332

warnings: mentions and descriptions of blood, violence, death, murder. DO NOT READ THIS IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

based on the ask: i know it's been a long time since the last yandere grayson ask but. I miss my man ☹️☹️‼️ so.... could i ask maybe...... yhhh.... yandere grayson reaction to an yandere mc please ? 🙏

**unedited//hey look its jake, remember him? it's okay if you dont, he's not gonna be around long enough for it to matter teehee**

there's something wrong with mc. grayson is certain of it. they're grumpy and quiet, a frown sitting perpetually on their face. he just can't figure out why.

sitting across from them in the library, he's long neglected the assignment before him. he studies their face; the slope of their nose, the crease between their eyebrows, the pout on their lips. an image of perfection that he's got burned into his memory. he just can't stand the stony silence.

"alright," he says, breaking the silence as he pushes his books and stationery to the side to focus on his best friend. he leans across the desk on folded arms and watches them with an intense focus. "tell me what's wrong."

"what are you talking about?" they mumble, barely glancing away from the computer screen in front of them. "everything is fine."

he narrows his eyes at them. "tell that to your face," he replies. he leans down further, his chin resting on his arms as he attempts to meet their eyes. look at me, he demands. please just look at me.

when they still don't say anything, he heaves a sigh. "you can't act all cagey and weird forever," he says, his fingers tapping against the table top. "i'll get you talking eventually."

as if his words magically flipped a switch in them, they suddenly stop typing and turn to face him, a pointedly blank expression on their face and he raises his eyebrows at them. "do you like jake?" they ask, the words tumbling out of their mouth in a such a rush that they immediately begin talking again. "i mean, its not that i- well, after last night i just thought- do you like him?"

and just like that, it finally makes sense to him. his little dove is jealous. he should've seen it sooner, what with their mopey attitude making its appearance just after jake had kissed him. he'd initially assumed that it was just because they were drunk but now it all makes sense. although they don't have any reason to be jealous. as far as first kisses go, it wasn’t all that bad but jake isn't his type. that begins and end with you.

grayson struggles and fails to hide the teasing smile that appears on his face, and the mc's frown deepens at the sight of it. "why do you ask?" he questions, tilting his head at them. "something you want to tell me, mc?"

they chew on their bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement, wishing it was his teeth instead. he lets the silence hang in the air, waiting for their answer with bated breath.

"i just... know he likes you is all," they say softly before resuming their typing.

he leans back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest and his teasing grin melts into a satisfied smirk. now this is an interesting development. perhaps one he can use to his advantage.

"really?" he asks, keeping his tone light as he picks up a pen to fiddle with. "maybe i should give him a call."

they inhale sharply at that and he quickly raises a hand to hide his smile. just as quickly, they begin to pack up their things, shoving books and stationery and loose papers into their backpack in such a haste that grayson worries they'll forget something. "i'll see at you at home," they say quickly as they jump out their chair, knocking it over in the process.

he watches them all but run out of library before he turns his attention to the computer they'd been using. what had started out as a promising essay had turned into a single word repeated over and over again that has his smile widening. mine.

it's been hours since he's last heard from the mc. he can't help but worry about them; they're his little dove. it's his job to protect them. so when later comes and they're still not home, what other choice does he have but to go out and find them?

and he knows exactly where to look.

the sun has set by the time he arrives at the fraternity and grayson walks straight up to the front door, letting himself in as if he owns the place. he's only been here once before, a party back in his first year, so it'll take some time to find jake's room but he doesn't mind. he's got nothing but time after all.

his search takes him to the first floor and he finds that it ends just as quickly as it begins. not only are the rooms labelled, elegant golden plaques adorning the wood and stating the purpose of everything laying beyond it, but there's also the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from behind the door at the end of hallway. shoving his hands in pockets, he takes his time walking over to it and smiling at the plaque reading j. sutherland when he comes to a stop in front of it.

truth be told, grayson doesn't know what he'll find inside - from what he can hear, it's something of a fight - but his excitement is building, bubbling just below the surface. what has the mc done? what are they capable of? how far are they willing to go? he's practically buzzing with anticipation.

neither of them even notice when he pushes open the door and steps into the mess that used to be jakes bedroom. he surveys the room in critical silence; a broken lamp in the corner, a toppled over desk chair, mc shoving jake against the wall and pressing a kitchen knife against his neck.

grayson's heart swells at the very sight. his best friend is bruised and bloody, chest heaving and covered in sweat but they're the most beautiful that grayson has ever seen them and he commits the image to memory.

the seconds seem to slow when jake's eyes flick over to him and they widen at the sight of him, his plea for help unsaid but clear as day on his own battered face. but it's already too late.

gray doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything to stop them. he simply watches on in awe and adoration as the mc drags the knife across jake's skin, unflinching as they're hit with a spray of blood. they push the blade in deeper, the man's blood gushing over them like a torrent of rain and grayson has to suppress a groan.

after what feels like an eternity, they take a step back, jakes body hitting the floor the same time as the knife. mc tilts their head back and shuts their eyes for the moment, attempting to catch their breath. finally, they look up to see him standing in the doorway and they freeze in place. a deer caught in headlights.

"it's not what it looks like," they try, their voice desperate as they wipe their bloody hands on their jeans. graysons eyes follow the movement, practically salivating at the sight and he's not even listening to everything else his best friend is saying in their defense.

his feet are moving again, towards them without hesitation, and while they're still desperately trying to explain themself, he sweeps them into his arm and crashes his lips to theirs. fierce. rough. uncaring of the blood smearing across his face, of the taste of copper on his tongue. he simply pulls them closer, tangles his fingers in their hair and shares his last breath of oxygen with the only person he'll ever love.

it's all too soon that they pull away and he immediately wants to kiss them again. he wants to kiss them from now until the end of time. and now he knows that he can.

sparing a glance at the dead body at his feet, he cups their face in his hands and offers them a soft, loving smile. "well," he starts, his voice low and gravelly, as he caresses their face. "looks like my little dove isn't so innocent after all."

#im never confident when posting these lol #im like HERES A DRABBLE DONT HATE ME #and then i run away scared #but i hope this lives up to expectations #and if it doesnt...#LOOK OVER THERE #mm: grayson #mirror mine #message received☎️#anonymous

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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fuck me, sir

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: you and chan have a very special relationship

warnings: boss chan, assistant reader, smut, unprotected sex, penetration, pet names (pup, doll), fingering, clit play, breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, nipple play, sex in a work place, gambling addiction, alcohol consumption, squirting, creampie, toys (vibrator), spanking, choking, possessiveness – if i missed any, lmk!

words: 5.3k

a/n: i feel like im slowly getting more confident in writing smut – its still not 100% but im slowly getting there 🤗 i had oddinary trailer chan in my mind when i was writing this sooooo 🤪🥴

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fics/blog out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! i hope y'all enjoy!

♡ m.list

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

"Here you are, sir. The documents you requested for as well as your coffee and lunch." You placed each item down on the desk as you spoke, turning the file of documents to face your boss.

Your boss looked up at you as you took a step back, hands clasped together in front of you.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

He shook his head, waving his hand to dismissing you. You bowed politely, returning back to your desk.

you got to work on replying to important emails, your perfectly manicured nails tapping against the keys. numerous emails were sent to many different people, with the occasional trash emails.

You worked in the cities biggest corporation known as - Bang Corp. Bang Chan, your boss, is the head after he inherited it from his father. The company has been in Chan's family for years so it was only natural for it to be passed down to him.

You have been working as his assistant for one year. Your job required you to make phone calls, emails, inform Chan of his schedules, bring him his daily coffee and lunch. Your assistant life reminded you of the movie: The devil wears Prada, except you handled money and not fashion.

A year ago, you was desperate for a job. Your father was in a lot of debt from his gambling addiction. Your father lost a lot of things in his life due to his addiction. He gambled away his wage and when that was all gone - the savings were next.

He soon became jobless because he stole money from his job he worked at to fund his addiction. Your mother soon got tired of him and left. Not only had he gambled away the family funds, but he also stole from his own family to fund his stupid addiction

His addiction soon spiralled out of control. He would bet on horses, sit in front of the slot machines till 4am, even spend money on scratch cards and lottery tickets. Your father his rock bottom when he began to take out loans to fund his habit.

Normally, when taking out loans, they like to do background checks to see if you're able to repay it back, but your father found loopholes. He would request loans from sketchy websites and people that didn't do these types of checks.

Soon, your father was in a huge amount of debt. One that he couldn't pay off. Shortly after, he suddenly became unwell and took a turn for the worse. You love your father, he is family after all, but seeing his life be wasted away in front of slot machines, made you hate gambling as well as pity him.

You thought that it was all over, but it was far from over. Soon, people were knocking at your door requesting money. You was confused, until one of them said they were the people that your father loaned money off

Your father's loan became yours. You pitted him even more.

With a loan above your head and no job, you needed a good paying job fast. Normally, you would have done anything, but considering the loan and wanting it to be gone as fast as possible - you had to be picky.

That's when you found an advertisement for Bang Corp. They were looking for an assistant. You applied, had an interview and got the job. Bang Chan wasn't the one who interviewed you and decided you was the best fit, so you was yet to meet him

After a few months of working, you finally met him. You were intimidated by him, a man who held so much power in his walk, a man who knew his stuff was an intimidating man to you. But, he was also your type of man.

A man who knew what he wanted with a good head on his shoulders is an attractive man. Not only is he smart but attractive. His black hair, slicked back. Glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. A work suit with a white or black button-up shirt would be his choice of clothing for the work days.

You rarely spoke, just a simple hello or a nod of acknowledgement when he passed by. If he needed something, he would let you know but it was very brief. He is a busy man after all.

You got close to him when you was invited to a dinner meeting with Bang Chan. Of course, Chan was the one who was invited but it required a plus one and you being his assistant meant that you automatically got invited.

You dressed in your best dress, hair and makeup to perfection, even choosing to wear your best jewellery and perfume. Chan picked you up at your home, impressed that you managed to match his own attire. You thanked him for his compliment, feeling shy as you blushed lightly.

The dinner meeting was boring. Talks about this and that. You were only there for the free food and alcohol, which was also bad. The expansive life isn't for you.

After what felt like hours of a long, dull night, you and Chan called it an evening. Saying your polite goodbyes, you headed to Chan's car. He drove you back home and you offered him to come inside and have a coffee.

He accepted. Soon, you were both laughing at this and that over cups of coffee and biscuits. He was a completely different man that day. You're so use to him being formal and strict, yet there he was, making jokes and gossiping about work. "I can be myself when I'm around you, I like it."

It soon became a habit of Chan's to stop by your place and relax. You didn't mind, in fact, you loved having the extra company. Everything was going so well for you.

Until that night.

Chan arrived at your apartment at the usual time for his usual routine of gossiping. He plopped on the sofa, unbuttoning a few of his buttons revealing some of his chest. He looked stressed, his hair in it's unusual messy state from having his hands in it constantly, the knot in between his furrowed brows.

You offered him his usual coffee which he denied. "Bring me a whiskey instead, please." With Chan drinking, you thought you would do the same, pouring yourself a glass of wine before sitting next to Chan and listening to his troubles.

Before you knew it, Chan was in-between your legs. His tongue flicking your sensitive bud as his large hands kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts. Your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor whilst Chan was still in his work pants.

Whimpers left your lips as he inserted two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Your slick coating his fingers as he thrusted them at a steady pace. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot as your velvety walls clamped and squeezed around him.

His skilful tongue flicking your sensitive bud, occasionally licking and nibbling softly. Your bodies slick with sweat, pants and moans leaving your lips.

you felt yourself getting impatient. You wanted Chan and you wanted him now. Chan wanted to make sure you was well prepared, you made it known that you hadn't had any sexual activity in a while so Chan didn't want to hurt you.

It's sweet of him but you were getting impatient the longer time went on.

Chan, too, also felt impatient. Once he was confident enough that you was prepared, he stood, pulling the zip down from his pants and pulling his cock out through the hole.

He grabbed your legs, pulling you closer. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside to the brim. You was full of Chan and you loved it. His thrusts were powerful and fast. The way the sweat on his body reflected the light made you more excited.

His eyes closed as he thrusted, grunts leaving his lips. Soon, you both came together. After getting washed up and changed, you fell asleep, Chan staying the night with you.

Since then, your relationship has changed.

(Y/N)!" Chan's voice boomed throughout the building. You stood up from your desk, soothing down your pencil skirt before walking to the door.

You knocked and walked inside slowly. Chan, who was sitting at his desk dressed in his usual attire but with a black button up shirt instead, looked up at you and smirked.

You stood in front of his desk, hands clasped together as you looked at him. Chan stood and walked to the tall windows that were next to the office door. He closed the blinds before returning back to you.

He stood behind you, his height towering over you. Your heart rate sped up as he leaned in, his lips ghosting your ear as his fingers travelled up and down your arms, goosebumps leaving in his wake.

"Have you been a good girl and done as I asked?" He whispered. You whimpered, nodding slowly.

Chan chuckled softly, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Do I believe you though" his voice turning into a low growl, sending shivers down your spine.

He pressed his chest flush against your back, his phone coming into your view. You looked down at the screen which showed an app. You pressed your lips together, Chan increasing the vibrations with a swipe of his thumb.

Your knees buckled underneath you, moans leaving your lips as the vibrator you put inside yourself early under Chan's instructions- vibrated against your soft, wet walls.

Chan was quick to hold you up, smirking at your reaction. You hung your head low, your hands turning into fists as moans left your lips continually. Your underwear was unconformably sticky and wet. Chan gave you strict instructions to not take out the vibrator, no matter what.

He had been teasing you all day, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. He would do it at times where he would gain a reaction from you. Talking to a work colleague, on the phone, having lunch - these times he would increase the vibrations catching you off guard, earning himself a glare from you as well as a whimper.

"Such a good girl." He whispered down your ear, decreasing the vibrations. Your breathing laboured. You closed your eyes, Chan's tongue licking the shell of your ear slowly.

"Good girls deserve rewards." His hands slipped under your work shirt, cupping your breasts over your bra. you leant against Chan, his hands kneading the flesh.

"Chan.." you whispered. Chan hummed against the skin on your neck, his plump lips planting delicate kisses along your shoulder blade.

His nimble fingers dipped under your bra, finding your stiffened nipple. Chan rolled the bud between his fingers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you whimper softly.

"Chan, we're at work." You whispered. Chan laughed before sucking on your skin, leaving purple bruises.

"Hasn't stopped us before, doll." you pressed your lips together in a thin line, closing your eyes as Chan continues to mark your neck and play with your sensitive nipple.

You leaned against Chan's chest for stability, saying 'fuck it' to the fact you're doing this at work. Chan hummed, nibbling your earlobe gently.

"That's a good girl. Let me take care of you." You nodded slowly, his free hand sliding up your leg. His hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rolling it up high as his hand went further up.

His fingers ghosting along your inner thigh, tickling the skin through your nylon tights. You waited, anticipating what he was, or wasn't, going to do.

"You're such a beautiful woman, (Y/N)" Chan murmured against your skin. You shook your head no, disagreeing with his statement. Chan pulled away from your neck, his hand removing itself from your breast.

He took your chin in his hand gently, turning it so you was looking at him. You whimpered as his eyes bore into your own, his aura dominating you, making you feel small and powerless.

God, you'd do anything for this man.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage. Chan brushed his thumb along your lower lip slowly whilst licking his own.

"You are beautiful. You always will be in my eyes, no matter how many times you deny it. I will also find you beautiful." He whispered, leaning in slowly.

Your cheeks tainted red at his words, eyes closing as he leant in. Your lips ghosted against each other, breathes hitting each others lips. You licked Chan's bottom lip slowly, earning a growl from his throat making you shiver.

"Chan, please."

"Please what?"

"Kiss me." You whimpered as his lips pressed firmly against your own. The kiss is hot, passionate and hungry. It started off at a steady rhythm before Chan got impatient and devoured your lips.

Teeth and tongues collided with each other. Saliva mixing together as you kissed one another hungrily. You whimpered into the kiss, Chan swallowing each moan and whimper that fell out of your mouth.

His hands got to work in opening up your work blouse, buttons popping open. the cold air hit your skin once it was fully opened and Chan lifted up your bra so it was resting above your breasts.

He cupped both breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered, clenching your thighs together as your nipples got hard from the sensations.

Chan took your sensitive buds in his fingers, rolling and pinching them with enough pressure to make you moan. By now, all your body weight had shifted onto Chan's chest. Your legs trembling beneath you, threatening to give up.

Chan pulled away, walking in front of you. You looked at him, watching him admire you. He stroked your neck gently where purple bruises were forming, smirking at his handy work.

"Now everyone knows you belong to someone."

"I'll always belong to you, Sir." You mewled. Chan shivered at your words, humming.

Chan grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. His head dipped down, capturing your nipple in his mouth. You softly moaned, hands reaching up and tangling your fingers in his neatly kept hair.

You tugged his hair at his scalp, earning a grunt against your nipple. The tip of his tongue circled around your bud, before licking and sucking. He blew on your wet nipple, the cold air making you shiver and goosebumps to rise on your skin

"Such a sensitive little pup." Chan smirked. He ghosted his lips from your nipple to your skin, sucking and biting the skin around your nipple creating more marks. He shifted to your other breast, giving it just as much love as the first.

He took a step back, your neck and breasts covered in purple bruises. Your cheeks pink, chest rising and eyes hooded as you look at Chan. Chan groaned at the sight of you, his own hand flying down to his hard cock, palming it through his work pants.

"Such a seductive sight. I love it." You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together. Chan raised an eyebrow at your actions, watching you.

"Chan, please." Chan sighed, walking towards you.

"Let's get one thing correct, pup. one, it's not Chan, it's sir to you. also, I know what you want." He grabbed your cheeks in his hands, squeezing them together gently. You whimpered as he leant in close to you, his voice low and seductive as he spoke.

"You want me to fuck you, isn't that right? fill your greedy hole with my cock. fill you to the brim with my seed. Is that what you want? Want me to breed you, like a dirty little slut?"

You shivered and nodded "Please sir, breed me. Fill my greedy hole with your cock and cum. I want you so badly."

"But pup, the vibrator. isn't it enough for you?" He cooed. You shook your head no the best you could.

"N-No! I need more! Something bigger, thicker. I need you! I don't feel satisfied, Sir." Chan scoffed, rolling his eyes at your desperate begs.

"I always knew you were such a greedy pup. I give and give and yet, you still beg for more." Chan bent you over his desk, your hands planted firmly on the wood.

You look over your shoulder, trying to see what Chan was planning. You felt his hands rolling up your skirt to your hips, his hand caressing the curve of your ass.

you turned your head, eyes focusing on the many documents that lay on Chan's desk. His hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, hums of content ringing in your ears. He suddenly grabbed your nylon tights, ripping them. The sound of the fabric ripping caused you to groan and look over your shoulder.

Chan was looking at your ass, licking his lips slowly. He smirked, locking eyes with you as he drew his hand back and slapped your ass, harsh. Your body jolted forward from the impact, the sting making your eyes water slightly.

Chan continued to slap your ass harshly, red handprints forming on your cheeks. You panted, the sting making it unbearable for you. You lowered your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

Pain turned to pleasure. Soft whimpers left your lips as your body jolted with each spank. Chan rubbed your tender flesh, before his hand collided with a loud slap. Tears fell onto his desk, grunts leaving Chan's lips. Chan walked to your side, lifting your head up. He hummed at the sight of you as your tears fell. He wiped away the fallen tears with the pad of his thumb as his free hand rubbed soft circles on your tender flesh.

"Good pup. You did so well." You hummed at his praises. At this point, your pussy is throbbing uncontrollable, your clit aching to be touched so bad that it hurts.

Your mind foggy, nothing but thoughts about Chan and what he would potentially do to you. It was crazy to you how all he has done is tease you all day, yet you would do anything for this man. The way your body reacts around him has told you that Chan has trained you well. Chan knew that and he thrived of it.

He felt smug. His ego ballooned when he saw how you would react around him when your fingers would touch when you hand him something, how you would blush when he was so close, you could feel his body head radiating onto you.

He's not a possessive nor a jealous person, but when it comes to you, it's like he's a different person. He hates how people can openly talk to you, make you laugh and have their hands all over you.

Their filthy hands tainting your precious skin, corrupting you like a disease. It's like he could see the tainted black marks spreading across your body from the many people that touch you.

The only person who should be able to corrupt you, is Chan. The only person who should have their hands on you, is Chan. Because you are Chan's, he owns you and you belong to him.

He hates having to share what is his.

Chan walked behind you again, pulling your soaked panties to the side. Your juices coated your pussy and inner thighs. You whimpered at the cold air hitting your cunt, shivering slightly. Your soaked cunt visibly pulsating, contracting around the vibrator. Chan watched, groaning in satisfaction. He licked his lips, hand palming his now painful erection.

"You're this soaked, all because of a toy, huh?" You shook your head, causing Chan to raise a brow. "No?" He questioned.

"It's not all because of the toy, Sir. It's b-because of you i'm like this." You panted.

"But, I didn't do anything." Chan spoke. His long, index finger running up and down your soaked slit. You hummed at the contact as Chan's finger instantly got soaked. You wiggled your hips, silently begging for more.

"You teased me." you whispered.

"What did I do, pup. Go one, tell me what I've done to make you this needy." You swallowed, head hung low. You lifted your head up slowly, feeling Chan widening your entrance with two fingers to get a good glimpse.

"Y-You kissed me. Marked me and played with my tits. You've been teasing me all day with the vibrator, increasing the vibrations." You spun your head around to look at Chan over your shoulder, his expression showing that he is pleased with himself.

"You made me like this, sir. You made me this needy and desperate! You know how I am when I'm around you now, how quickly I melt into the palm of your hand. Take responsibility, Chan!"

A groan and a sudden slap to your ass caused you to yelp in surprise, your body jolting forward.

"I told you pup, it's Sir."

"S-Sorry sir." You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks. Chan grabbed your hips, bringing them closer to him. He placed a finger on your clit, applying enough pressure to make you moan as he circled the sensitive bud.

Your thighs trembled, hips rutting in the palm of Chan's hand, soaking it in your juices. Chan tutted at your actions, squeezing your tender ass cheek. Chan pressed his erection against your ass, his chest pressed against your back as he leant over you.

"Look at you. Look at you rutting against the palm of my hand, soaking it in your juices. You're so needy, pup." He leaned in close to your ear, before whispering "I love it."

You moaned at his words, squeezing your eyes shut. Chan's finger left your aching clit and travelled down your slit to your soaked entrance. He took the vibrator out, throwing it on the floor beside him.

You whined at the sudden loss, feeling empty. Chan took the time to soak in your moans, your posture and your actions. He watched your hips moving on their own accord, your thighs trembled as your cunt pulsates and clench around nothing.

Your work blouse falling off your shoulder, your tights ripped with your skirt just above your waist. If it wasn't for you both being at work, Chan would have his way with you all day, providing you with intense orgasms and pleasure until you're begging him to stop.

"Sir, please. Please touch me. Please do something." You cried out.

"Hush little one. Don't be so impatient now." Chan cooed. You rolled your eyes at his words, feeling nothing but impatient at this point.

Chan slipped to fingers with ease inside you, stopping until he was knuckle deep. His fingers curled as he thrusted them slowly, picking up the pace once he felt how wet and soft your walls are. He thrusted his fingers fast, rubbing against your velvety walls and instantly hitting your sweet spot, making you see stars.

He held your hips firmly, stopping you from falling to the floor. You cried out his name with each thrust of his fingers, sweat coating your skin. Your walls tightened around his fingers, the knot forming in an instant due to the work the vibrator had been doing.

"Cum, I think I'm going-"

"Cum then. Cum around my fingers, pup." You squeezed your thighs together, your walls getting tighter and tighter around Chan's fingers, making it difficult for him to move. You cried out his name as the knot snapped in the pit of your stomach, your walls contacting around his fingers as you came.

Your juices fell down Chan's fingers and your thighs, falling on the floor beneath you as well as getting some on the front of Chan's desk. Chan hummed, watching your body convulsing.

He pulled his fingers out off you slowly, wiping them on his pants. Your body limp, chest pressed firmly against his desk as you panted. You took deep breaths to calm down as Chan kissed your neck softly, the salt from your sweat hitting his lips.

"Good pup. Now, it's time for the real thing. I hope you're ready for it, because I sure am." He growled.

Chan unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free from their restraints. he sighed in content, his angry cock stood proudly as his tip was red and leaking pre-cum.

You hummed at the sight, licking your lips and feeling yourself getting wetter. Chan unbuttoned his work shirt, leaving it open. His abs and chest exposed, his sweat reflecting off the light. You wanted to reach around and touch him, run your hands up and down that delicious body.

Chan held his cock at the base, walking closer to your soaked core. He tapped his cock against it a few times, teasingly rubbing and sliding it in and out a few times, earning a frustrated whine from you.

"Sir, Please!"

"Please what?" You sighed in frustration, reaching the end off your limit with this constant teasing.

"Fucking stick it in and fuck me, Chan!" You stomped your foot, your voice laced with annoyance.

Chan scoffed before grabbing your hips roughly and pushing his length inside until he was at the hilt. He began thrusting fast and powerful, not giving you time to adjust or comprehend what is happening.

Your eyes widen, head falling onto the wooden desk., the impact being softened by loose papers. Your body jolted forward with each powerful thrust.

"Let's get a few things straight, shall we pup seeing as you also like being a brat. Number one, don't demand or tell me what to do. I own you. You belong to me therefore, I demand and you do as you're told!" Chan grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling you up and flush against his body.

"Number two, you will behave like a good little slut. I have told you once before, my name isn't chan. It's sir. I'm only letting it go just this once because you have been a good little pup for me. Taking my cock so well in your greedy cunt. Disobey me again, and there will be punishment. Do I make myself clear?!"

You swallowed, his voice stern, low and dominating. It made you quiver, your core clench around Chan's cock. A grunt left his lips as he let go of your hair, your body falling back onto the desk.

Chans cock rubbed against your walls in the most delicious way possible. His hands gripped your hips tightly, marking them with red finger prints. He repositioned himself each time he re-entered you to hit your spot.

It didn't take him long to hit it, considering how well he knows your body – inside and out. You saw stars, silent moans leaving your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ability to form words, disappeared. Chan grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He held you in position, his hand finding their way to your neck.

His fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides. You moaned as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how his veins were protruding along his arms, making you whimper. Chan licked the side of your neck, salt from your sweat coating his taste buds. He squeezed your neck harder as his thrusts were merciless.

"Good, so good. it's so good." You choked out.

"Is it good, pup?" You hummed "Do you like being fucked dumb like a little slut?"

You hummed again, earning a grunt of satisfaction from Chan

"Good girl." He whispered. Chan loosened his grip around your neck, keeping a loose grip around it. You closed your eyes, basking in the pleasure. Your body was hot and sweaty, your head empty of thoughts. You forgot where you was as you could only concentrate on the immense pleasure Chan was giving you.

Moans and grunts rang down your ear as Chan was slowly, but surely, losing his composure. His hips slapping against you skin. You started to feel a dull ache from the impact in your lower back, hips and thighs but you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop.

Your mouth hung loosely open in an 'O' shape, saliva pooling at the corners before spilling down your chin. Your throat sore and dry from the silent panting. You gripped onto Chan's wrist, nails digging into his flesh leaving crescent marks. Your hair sticking to your forehead, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck. Chan's body radiating heat onto you, suffocating you.

Chan was losing it. With each thrust of his cock, your walls contacted and tightened around him. Your incoherent words and broken sentences ringing in his ears. Your juices threatening to spill out.

Chan loved this. He loved seeing you fucked dumb and taking him so well. It lite something deep with him, making him go feral. He never knew or thought he could behave or react like this, yet here he is, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You both changed each other, made you realise things about yourself and explore things you both never knew you had. You both have a good chemistry, even when you're not fucking.

"Shit, (Y/N) you feel so good – too good infact." Chan grunted, his words strained. You hummed at his words, the knot in your stomach forming, fast.

"You fuck me so well Chan. I think I'm addicted to you."

"I'm addicted to you too, pup. The way you feel, the way you act, the way you talk and smell. You're my drug and I need a fill of you every second of everyday."

"You have me Chan. I'm all yours for the taking. Remember – you own me."

"That I do." Chan's hips faltering in speed, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Close, sir?" You opened your eyes, looking up at the sweaty yet gorgeous man above you. His neatly kept hair messy, sweat coating his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his temples. He nodded, looking down at you and locking eyes.

"So close pup. I'm so fucking close." You hummed, licking your lips.

"Then cum. Full me up and breed me, Chan. I want every drop of your cum deep inside me. I want it to be spilling out off me."

Chan grunted at your words. His hips stopped moving as his body shook. He hung his head low, biting down on the valley that connects your neck and shoulder together.

You whimpered in pain as his teeth sunk into you, a string of groans leaving Chan as he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white. You hummed at the feeling. Chan smirked against your skin, pushing you back down on the desk.

Your eyes widened as he resumed his powerful and fast thrusts. "C-Chan"

"Shh pup. You haven't came yet. Let me help you." You rested on your forearms, biting your own skin as you whimpered and moaned. The knot tightened with each thrust and before you had the chance to warn Chan, your orgasm hit you – hard.

Your body trembled, stars appearing in your prereferral, juices spilling out off you and onto the floor, desk and over Chan's cock. Your knees buckled under you and before Chan could catch you – you fell to the floor in a sweaty, tired and panting mess.

Your head hung low as you struggled to regain your composure. You felt Chan's cum trickling out off you slowly, making you shiver. Chan knelt beside you, holding some tissue. He lifted your chin up gently, moving your hair away from your face as he wiped away any tears and saliva on your face.

"You did good, doll." He softly spoke. You nodded slowly, your body feeling tired and sore.

"Are you okay?" his voice laced with concern as his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort on your features.

"I'm okay, Chan. I'm just really tired and sore." Chan laughed softly, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"How about we take the rest of the day off? I'll take you back to mine and we can have a long, hot soak in the bath, cuddle and order something to eat. tteokbokki sound good?"

You hummed, your stomach grumbling at the sound of tteokbokki. You blushed as Chan laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

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mattsdollie · 1 month

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Overacheiver

warnings !!!

arguing, swearing. angsty, use of y/n if you squint, nicknames, tiny bit of fluff at the end :3

tiny plot explanation ! teenage y/n gets in an arguement with her father, shes finally had enough and storms out of the house. she ends up calling matt.

this is my 2nd ever fic i've made if there are any mistakes, please tell me !

WORD COUNT ; 754

y/n is now in her last year of highschool, shes always been an overachiever to try to win her parents' validation, but it just never worked. since she was in 1st grade, she got golden medals, she won spelling bees, she tried her best to get number 1 student in all her classes but she only ever got second place.

now i'm in my last year of school, all these certificates and medals just piling up in my room, yet my parents have never once thought to congratulate me, let alone be proud of me.

9th grade throwback

i get to pick what stream i take for the rest of my life. i've always loved science, but my parents keep pressuring me to take coding and ICT.

"i don't want to do programming, though," i said, tears filling my eyes as my father shouts at me. "i've been working in this industry for years. technology is taking over the world. programming is the future." he said, sternly and coldy, in a loud tone.

i just sigh as i feel the tears drop down my face. knowing i can't do anything to change my future, considering the fact my father wants me to do programming instead of what i love learning, science.

present

it's been an overwhelming weekend. all I've been doing is studying, and every time i come out of my room, my parents just end up screaming at me for not doing all the chores, knowing i have two other brothers who just rot in their rooms all day, playing games with their friends.

i started to dread coming to school, i barely had friends, all my friends had their main friends. sofia has danielle, ariana had emily. me? i had no one, except my boyfriend, matthew sturniolo. he has been by my side since 7th grade. being there for me everytime i had an argument with my father. even though i love him, i felt like i was bothering him, burdening him even, when i texted him to just go out, i felt like i was forcing him.

today, obviously, me and my father had another argument because i wanted to switch classes to an advanced science class. "why, you want to go to that class because all your friends are there isn't it?" he replied to your request, shouting at you for just speaking to him. "my friends?" you say shakily as tears threatened to fall out of your eyes. "*my friends?*" you said again, sternly, and raising your voice, your vision goes blurry from the tears that are overflowing in your eyes. "i barely have friends dad, you really think i want to switch classes because of my 'friends'? i dont have time to make friends." you shouted back at him, tears flowing down your face. your nose, eyes, and ears turning red. "i do everything in my will to try to make you proud and you just treat me like your shitty fucking maid. im so fucking tired." you said, voice hoarse and wobbly from shouting earlier.

you storm out of the room, grabbing your bag that had your phone, wallet, and headphones. you put on a jacket so you don't die from hypothermia, since the weather has been freezing recently.

you've exited your house 30 minutes ago now, trying to get as far away from home as possible. you pull out your phone as you sit at a bus stop. you text matt.

"matt, can you pick me up please?" you press enter, followed by you sending him your location. you put your headphones on, mitski was playing. making you cry even harder.

you feel your phone vibrate, its matt. "im on my way, stay put okay? i love you so much." the message read out. you stare at your phone, as you feel your tears roll down your cheek, to your chin.

"i love you more, matt." you reply.

by now, Matt has already picked you up. You both are lying in his bed. you curl up into a ball and matts arms wrap around you. "You wanna tell me what happened?" matt whispered. you whined, not being able to get over the heated argument with your father. "Okay, pretty girl. i'm gonna get us snacks, and we'll watch a movie, yeah? im sure that will cheer you up." he smiled, giving you a kiss on your temple. "i love you so much," you say, your voice shaky. "i love you more." Matt replied, almost reassuringly.

THE ENDDD !!! the arguement totally were notttt based off the ones i had with my dad 🫡

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somewosoloverrr · 2 years

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max x fem! Reader where yk when chrissy goes to eddies trailer in the first episode? Yeah reader is there and max sees reader talking to chrissy and thinks they are flirting n gets jealous then goes in her trailer but in reality reader n chrissy weren’t flirting nd reader was just comforting chrissy about something, reader then goes to maxs trailers just for max to be lowkey mad n shit, she tells reader how she’s jealous and they makeout or something idk sorry if this doesn’t make any sense 💀😕

Omg I love this, it makes sense dont worry :)) . Thanks for requesting <3

Btw requests are open if anyone wants to request :)

Jealousy

Max Mayfield x fem!r

Tw: making out, brief mention of ed, drugs, verbal fight

You put your hands in the pockets of your jackets as you let out a breath which quickly condensates turning into a white vapor, it was chilly.

The basketball game had just finished and since your girlfriend didn’t go to it you decided to skip the party after it and instead go visit her.

You where walking through the trailer park you noticed Eddie’s van arrive, surprisingly he went to open the passengers door and Chrissy got off.

What the hell? Since when does Chrissy know Eddie.

You jogged a little to catch up to the pair “Chrissy!” you said gaining both of their attention as the quickly stopped.

Somewhere not to far in the trailer park Max also heard Eddie’s van arriving but then she heard her loved ones voice, y/n. Her interests were therefore peaked as she watched the interaction, you hung around the popular groups a lot so you and Chrissy were good friends. However Max always feared you and her were more than that so every interaction you had she tried to listen to it.

“Can I talk to you for a bit ?” You asked the cheerleader and she nodded in response but you noticed Eddie was still standing there so you added “Alone?”

And that’s when the Munson boy waved goodbye as he entered his trailer mumbling to Chrissy “come in when you’re done”

“You okay? Why are you here?” You worriedly questioned, Chrissy was like the queen, popular girl of the school. It was so odd to see her with Eddie, the outcast, the freak.

The girl opened her mouth to reply but didn’t say anything, she had a look of horror in her face and tears started forming in her eyes. “I- I’m honestly not doing too good y/n” she confessed as her voice slightly broke and a single tear escaped from her eye.

You quickly took your hand out of your pocket and wiped it and then put the same hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been having like- like these weird visions” the girl said as you nodded for her to go on “they’re like about the messed up stuff my mom has said…” Chrissy finished almost whispering as you sent a sad smile knowing what a bitch her mom was, which caused a huge eating disorder for your friend.

You then quickly pulled her in for a hug as she silently cried a bit and you whispered soothing words while caressing her back with your finger to calm her down.

After she was done crying and both of you were still hugging she started to explain “I’m just here to buy some weed, something to make it go away for a little while, please don’t tell anyone”

“I won’t tell anyone, just- I don’t think the solution is drugs Chris, just be careful” you replied as you squeezed her shoulders and stepped back so you both stopped hugging.

“Thanks y/n, I’ll be careful don’t worry” Chrissy thanked you as she kissed you cheek and started heading inside Eddie’s trailer . “Bye Chrissy “ you waved goodbye as you stood still, thinking about what Chrissy had said, you were worried for her, she was by far the nicest person you knew she didn’t deserve this bullshit.

Max who watched the whole interaction was fuming mad, she couldn’t make out what you were saying the whole time but for her it was pretty damn sure both of you were flirting, especially since Chrissy kissed your cheek goodbye. So she ran back to her trailer forcefully shutting the door which let out a loud bang.

You where still standing outside of Eddie’s trailer but the loud bang broke you out of your thoughts, you looked around to see where it came from but you shrugged as it was hard to see in the dark.

You then started walking rapidly towards your girlfriends trailer, you missed her even though you saw her a few hours ago.

As you approached her trailer you heard the tv on, so you hardly knocked on the door so Max could hear you.

Soon enough you hear your girlfriend shout “Come in” so you turned the knob to open the door and saw her getting something out of the fridge. Huh weird why didn’t she open the door for you if she was so close to it? You asked yourself but shrugged it off.

“Hey red” You greeted as you walked to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

The girl didn’t reply and shut the fridges door harshly as she went to put herself some juice. She looked mad, like really mad. “What’s wrong?- Are you okay?” you worriedly asked not knowing what was happening to your girlfriend.

Max scoffed in reply while sarcastically smiling as she put the juice box down and turned to you, “What’s wrong? Really?!” She angrily yelled at you.

You shrugged your shoulders innocently, having no idea what was making her so mad.

“Oh my god!“ she exclaimed while rolling her eyes an pulling her head back, and that’s when you knew you were screwed every time she did that it was when someone messed up big time. “You’re so full of shit, I mean you were just FLIRTING with another girl and now you come up and kiss my cheek like nothings wrong! “

“What are you talking about ? I haven’t flirted with anyone Max!” You defended yourself getting a bit frustrated about Maxs accusations.

“Oh really so you’re playing innocent y/n, like I just didn’t see you a few second ago with Chrissy!” She once again raised her voice

You on the other hand tried to remain calm “I wants flirting with Chrissy, she’s only my friend okay? She’s going through a hard time right now, I was just comforting her.” you explained

“Do you really think I’m that naive, like you didn’t touch her face to almost lean in, or like you didn’t hug” she continued as she pointed a finger to your chest and started pushing you back “or like she didn’t kiss your fucking cheek!”

“What the fuck Max!” You shouted as your back hit the door, “how many times do I have to tell you that we’re just friends, okay infact best friends, I would never cheat on you!” You exclaimed somewhat mad but getting where she was coming from. The redhead didn’t reply still looking at you like she was pissed off.

“Just admit it, you’re jealous” you stated as you knew you were right

In return you girlfriend scoffed madly “I’m so not!”

“You so are!” You replied as you smirked, Max looked so hot when frustrated

“Am not!” She shouted back

“Come on… you know you ar-” you kept on insisting but the girl cut you off pressing her lips against yours roughly.

You kissed her back as she pushed you once again against the door, lips molded together as she kept a hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. You on the other hand put both of your arms around her neck. Soon you both ran out of breath so you broke the kiss, now foreheads touching.

“Okay, maybe I was little jealous..” max whispered avoiding your eyes so you put your hand below her chin pulling her head up to met your eyes.

“It’s okay Max, I love you and only you” you whispered back as the girl smiled and pecked your lips.

“I love you too y/n”

A/n

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