#this turned out ok despite being so rushed i guess

[alphonseelriic]

@animangacreators Pride Month Challenge: A Canon LGBT+ Character

Sasaki Shuumei (Sasaki to Miyano)

#sasamiyaedit #sasaki to miyano #sasaki shuumei #shounenaiedit #sasamiya #animangaboys #anisource #sasakitomiyanoedit #myworks #myanimangacreators #mysasamiya #this turned out ok despite being so rushed i guess

[syrupgirl]

Request:

Could u write a fic ab Sully family x y /n reader? Where she lives with the sully family after her parents died, she gets taken by the colonel in the forest and is set up for bate because he knows she important to the Sully family.

a/n: the way I interpreted this, reader is taken by herself rather than what happens in the film where all of the kids get taken. I did use the rough layout of the scene for inspo but it does diverge from cannon ie Neteyam is with the kids when they get discovered. I hope that’s similar enough to what you mean. also reader is na’vi and around Neteyam’s age :p

Sullys stick together -The Sully family

“Catch me if you can!” Tuk yelled. Her little feet pattering along the branch of an enormous tree, while you and the rest of the Sully children chased her for sport.

She giggled delightedly, dodging out of the way of Lo’ak’s hand.

You really weren’t supposed to be out this far. Too close to the battlefield Jake had said. To close to where the sky people had already begun laying their claim on Pandora. Not if the Na’vi had anything to say about it.

But oh, it was such a beautiful day, almost no clouds in the sky, Kenten floated around you with the unfurled fan necks slowing their descent. Who wouldn’t want to get carried away with the day?

Suddenly, little Tuk ran into the trunk of a tree and startled back, falling on her butt. Kiri rushed forward and kneeled beside her, rubbing her back.

“Oh Tuk, are you ok? Are you hurt?” Kiri asked, ever the nurturer.

Tuk rubbed her nose and sniffed, tiny little tears blooming in her eyes. “Yeah, just got a fright, that’s all.”

Kiri helped the youngest sully stand up and continued to comfort her. Tuk reassured her sister that she was ok and Kiri relented. Tuk then wandered off to continue her little adventure.

“Wait, guys! Look!” Lo’ak whisper shouted.

Everyone looked to the direction he was pointing. Spider’s eyes widened and he even gasped a little.

“Wow, bro. That’s where my dad and your dad fought, right?” He asked Neteyam.

Neteyam didn’t answer right away, looking almost sheepish. “Yeah, bro.”

Lo’ak looked like he could barely keep still, a giddy grin upon his face.

“Well c’mon! Let’s have a look inside!” He was about to spring up when you put a firm hand on his shoulder.

“No way! We have no idea what’s in there, there could be some old tech still active, or…I don’t know, some angry beast!”

Despite not being a blood member of the Sulky family, after Jake and Neytiri took you under their wing and growing up with them for so long cemented your place among them as family. You were as much Neteyam’s sister as Tuktirey was.

Despite not being a blood member of the Sully family, they listened to you and cared about what you had to say, or that’s what you thought.

“That’s why we have our knives, skxawng.” And with that Lo’ak got you to sprint to the abandoned lab. Well, he would’ve had it not been for the tussling of the bushes opposite where you were all crouching.

“Sit down!” Neteyam gritted out, he grabbed his younger brother by the back of his neck and yanked him back down beside him. Lo’ak started to protest, talking about how it was probably some harmless animal. The sound of voices shut him down. Voices speaking in, english.

You were confused. Sky people should not have gotten this far out without drawing attention of the clan. Neteyam motioned for everyone to be still and you all watched on as the voices got closer.

Neteyam turned on his comms and started speaking to Jake. You could guess what he was saying; do not engage, retreat, stay low and out of sight. All very good suggestions in your opinion.

You kept your gaze intently to the direction of the voices, just waiting for them to pop out so you could get a good look at them and hopefully get some answers to your burning questions.

For better or for worse your questions were answered sooner than you thought.

Aside from the speaking english, the only thing that gave them away for being avatar and not Na’vi was the tactical gear. They were fully decked out. A few of them had arms decorated with tattoos and…sunglasses, Jake had called them.

They slowly approached the abandoned lab with guns raised and eyes everywhere. You all ducked down further once you realised you were way out of your league. Unarmed humans you might be able to handle. Armed humans, definitely more difficult but you had done it before, but avatar who were armed to the teeth along with the strength and speed of the na’vi made for a dangerous mix. You all watched as they searched through the building, overturning the insides of it.

“Come on, dad is on his way, he told us to fall back.” Neteyam’s urged all of you, gesturing into the forest behind him.

“What? No! This is our- my chance to prove to dad that I can help! I can be an asset to the people!”

Neteyam and Lo’ak continued to bicker when you noticed Kiri looking around, looking around desperately.

“Kiri?” you asked, “what’s wrong?”

The girl looked almost brought to tears when she looked up to you.

Her voice trembled, “Where is Tuk?”

Oh god.

She had disappeared before Lo’ak had picked up on the lab.

No one had seen her since.

Kiri clasped her hands around her mouth, she looked about as scared as you felt. God, little Tuktirey.

Abruptly, the group of avatars in front of you trained their guns on clump of trees of to your right. You had heard the sound too, a snap of a small branch or twig. Whatever had stepped on it was light.

Light enough to be Tuk.

The hostiles started to walk toward the noise. It’s like you were watching them in slow motion. Off to the side you could see Kiri’s eyes widen, horror flashed across her face. Spider had a similar expression, his eyebrows upturned in the centre. Lo’ak and Neteyam had stopped their fighting and just looked scared out of their own minds. Neteyam for once didn’t have a solution for everything.

So you did the only thing you could think of. A stupid, stupid thing looking back on it, a stupid thing parading itself as bravery. You scrunched your face, said a silent prayer to Eywa to deliver Tuk to safety and to give you strength for whatever was to happen.

You lept out from behind the log and dashed out of cover.

The avatars snapped their attention to you and raised their guns, but you kept charging towards them. Unsheathing the small knife you kept on you at all times, you cried out.

An avatar with short cropped hair on the top of his hair held out his hand and caught you around the neck. He didn’t hold you tight enough to strangle you, but tight enough that you couldn’t escape. He lifted you up into the air like you were fresh prey.

You struggled and snarled, trying to get your knife in any part of him that you could reach.

“Well, well, well, lookie here…” Quaritch chuckled darkly. He motioned for his squad to lowers their guns and the obeyed, observing their colonel with obvious amusement. It made you sick, you probably outwardly grimaced.

“I’ve seen you somewhere before.” He muttered. Quaritch made a show of ‘hmmm’ing and scratching his chin in fake thought. “Ah yes, i’ve seen your runnin’ around with the Sully spawn. You’ve been causin’ a lot of trouble, you and those other brats.”

You pretended not to understand him, opting to keep snapping and thrashing at him. It was not a complete lie; while Jake had taught you some basic english, you could probably only form the sentences of a small human child.

“The thing looks feral…” A teammate muttered from behind the colonel and the squad laughed.

“Don’t be fooled, soldier. These Na’vi can be quite clever when they put their heads together.” The colonel responded.

Thinking of your family behind you, you hoped and prayed that they had retreated back with Tuktirey.

Quaritch lowered you to the ground but before you tried to make a break for it, he wove his fingers through your hair and pulled hard.

You bit your teeth to stifle a scream and reached up to attempt to pry his hand off of your head.

“I know that there’s more of you back there, in the tree line, so you behave and my team will leave them be.” Fear flooded you at that, hearing that this man knew you weren’t alone. With a snap of his fingers he could have you all held hostages. So you stilled. You rested your hands back at your sides and begrudgingly set your gaze on him.

The avatar holding you smiled.

“Children o’ Sully! You listen here,” he spoke in english before switching into what seemed to be pretty broken na’vi, “you tell your father to come here, and this girl will be returned unharmed in exchange for his compliance.”

At least he didn’t know Neteyam had already been in contact with both Jake and Neytiri. If they just pretended to leave, Jake and Neytiri would think of a plan. Like they always do.

The bushes where everyone was hiding rustled. Quaritch tensed and the avatars behind you raised their guns once more, but the bushes stilled, no other came from it.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You hoped that they had gone back home or at least taken Tuk back.

“Alright everyone, I’m guessing we can expect Jake Sully and his mate getting here pretty soon.” He drawled, turning to face his team. “Get ready for an attack. Be on your guard and keep your new eyes and ears sharp.”

-

Jake and Neytiri quietly dismounted their Ikran and armed themselves. Neytiri looked as if she was shaking with rage, her mouth downturned and her eyes looking for a threat.

“Hey, I’m sure they’re all fine. They’re tough kids, they’re our kids which make them tougher.” Jake attempted a joke but it died out in the silence when Neytiri did not respond.

They hadn’t landed far from where Neteyam told them they were and they were almost silent as they crept forward into the thicket.

A flutter of motion from they’re left has Neytiri’s bow drawn and aimed at the spot.

“Mom! It’s just us! It’s me, Lo’ak!” Lo’ak revealed himself from his hiding spot, arms raised and Neytiri breathed a watery sigh.

She rushed forward, took her baby in her arms, and held him tightly. Lo’ak wrapped his arms around her neck and squeezed. From behind him, Neteyam and spider emerged too, looking a little more embarrassed. Jake looked at his eldest and frowned.

“Where are your sisters?” He asked. Neytiri finally set Lo’ak down and gasped a little, noticing the absence of three of the Sully children.

“Kiri took Tuktirey back home and..” Neteyam looked ashamed, “yn was taken.”

His mother squeezed her eyes closed. Even if you weren’t born of her, you were her daughter. The idea of you being taken, as bait no less, had her heart in her stomach and her chest alight with anger.

Jake sighed and his face turned stony. “You all stay here, stay hidden, while we clean up your mess.” He whispered. The boys wilted and sunk back.

-

Your legs were starting to ache with how long you had been standing and your scalp with how hard the grip he had on your hair.

The man who had been holding you earlier passed you off to another one of his teammates, who seemed to take liberties in yanking your hair every once and a while.

The once clear sky had filled with clouds and rain trickled down through the canopy above you. No one had spoken in a long time, like everyone was holding their breath.

Suddenly, your ear twitched and you flicked your eyes to where you had heard…something. It could just be the sounds of the forest, an animal eating a plant or a ripe piece of fruit hitting the earth, but this sound sounded out of place, made my something not of the forest.

You caught a glimpse of something blue ducking behind the trunk of a wide tree. They had been holding what looked like a bow. Neytiri!

You shut your eyes and thanked Eywa for delivering you a mother as magnificent and brave as her.

Everything was still for a while and you wondered why Neytiri hadn’t taken a shot. Had she left? In an attempt to look like you were getting drowsy, you slumped a back into the avatar holding you. Your head hit his chin as you did so. He shoved you forward again, tugging your hair as he did so.

That’s why she hadn’t taken a shot, there was too much of a risk of hitting you. You looked up to where you had seen her before and caught her eyes. She had been staring at you intently the whole time, waiting for an opening.

So you gave her one.

You hoped she understood what you tried to say in a single look.

Saying another silent prayer to Eywa, you grabbed the arm that wasn’t gripping your hair, brought it up to your mouth, and bit down as hard as you could.

The man screamed, “You little bitch!”

Thankfully, on instinct he let go of your head and you had just enough time to duck out of the way before an arrow hit him straight between the eyes.

-

Twigs and leaves crunched beneath your feet and you made a break into the forest. You didn’t dare look back behind you. Gunshots rang through the air, some even whizzed past you.

Just as you jumped over the fallen trunk of a tree, an arm caught you from the side. You fought against it, landing a blow against whoever’s face had snatched you.

They groaned and let you go.

“Be calm! It’s just me!” Spider said as he held his now bloody nose.

You gasped and reached out to touch his face. “Oh Spider, I’m so sorry. You scared me!”

He shook his head a little before standing up, offering you a hand. “It’s fine, let’s go. Lo’ak and Neteyam already left.”

You took his hand and the two of you ran through the forest together. Never daring to look back.

-

When Jake and Neytiri returned, you knew you were all in for it.

You and your siblings listened outside of their tent, listening to them argue. You held Tuk to you, you didn’t want her to hear what they were saying but she insisted, so all you could do was let her know she wasn’t alone.

Jake stormed out of the tent and you all pretended to be looking at anything else. Smooth.

“yn, get over here.” He ordered. Lo’ak patted you on the back and walked away with the others.

“That stunt you pulled!? That’s not on, okay? It was stupi-!”

You interrupted him, “What I did was stupid, but I don’t regret it. If I hadn’t, Tuk would have been in my position and I couldn’t stand by and watch that happen, sir.” Jake was silent at that. The same stern look painted across his face and his eye twitched.

You stood your ground.

He stood his. For a while.

Until he broke.

The hard look he had softened and he just looked like a tired dad. You realised how stressed he must be, knowing that an old enemy was back and would go through his family to get him. He though he had lost Neteyam earlier this week, and now his daughter? You could have sympathy for him.

You approached him and wrapped your arms around his broad chest. “I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

It felt as if his chest buckled at that and he returned your hug.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Alright, soldier?”

You smiled up at him and gave him a. mock salute.

“Yes, sir.”

#i can’t tell if i over wrote #sully family #avatar x reader #sullys x reader #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader #neteyam x reader #lo’ak x reader #kiri x reader #spider x reader #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #sully family imagine

[sluttywonwoo]

love the heat || h.wj

pairing: hong woojin x reader

summary: you indulge your boyfriend in his biggest fantasy

warnings: swearing, blood mentions, smut (18+ ; minors dni)

additional warnings: a lil exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), face sitting, cumming untouched, absolute pussy fiend woojin

word count: 3.2k

“Hey, Champ!” 

Your voice echoing throughout the empty gym makes Woojin perk up and turn around, eyes searching the arena for you. He spots you by the door and his face lights up. His trainer, on the other hand, looks significantly less enthusiastic about your unannounced appearance. Woojin doesn’t seem to notice, though. He beckons you over, lifting the ropes so you can duck into the ring with him. 

He wraps you into a hug, despite your protests of him being sweaty, and only releases you once you return his embrace. 

“Don’t call me champ when you know I got my ass handed to me yesterday,” he mumbles. 

“You’re my champion. Doesn’t that count for anything?” you ask.

“Of course it does,” Woojin surrenders momentarily, swooping down to kiss you chastely on the lips. “But ranking first in your heart doesn’t do much for sponsors.”

You put your hands on your hips, trying to look stern. “Weren’t you only practicing yesterday? What’s with the dramatics? It’s not like it was a televised fight.”

“And even so, Geonwoo still hit me so hard I blacked out for a couple seconds.”

“He what?”

Woojin hadn’t mentioned that part last night in the debrief of his day he always gives you when he calls to say goodnight. 

He shrugs it off. “It was an accident. He didn’t mean to hit me that hard.”

You frown, cupping his face to get a better look at the damage. “And he split your lip? Jesus, Woo, do I need to have a chat with him?”

“No, no. It’s fine, babe. It happens all the time.”

“Still, he needs to be gentler when you’re just sparring. I don’t want to taste blood every time I kiss you.”

“I guess only one of us doesn’t mind the taste of blood,” Woojin quips with a smirk, pulling you closer to him by slipping two fingers into a belt loop on your jeans. 

“Woo!” you scold, shoving him away. You nod in the direction of his trainer who is still standing less than ten feet from the both of you.

He holds up his hands defensively. “What! I was talking about my own blood.”

“Yeah, ok,” you mutter before turning to the other man in the ring. “Hi, Jimmy.”

He nods. “Always a pleasure.”

You manage to keep yourself from snorting at the blatant exaggeration, if not flat-out lie, and nod politely back to him. 

“I’ll be over on the bench until you’re finished,” you say. 

“I can be finished right now,” Woojin blurts.

“No, you can’t be. I heard Jimmy saying ‘three more sets’ when I walked in. And you have to cool down after.”

Your boyfriend’s smile wanes but his trainer mouths a silent thank you to you behind his back. 

“I’ll make them quick, then,” he promises. 

“I’m not in a rush.”

“Well, I am,” Woojin murmurs, pulling you close again. “You smell nice, by the way.”

You drop your voice to a whisper and will yourself to take a step back. It’s so tempting to just yank him out of the ring and drag him to your car but you’re the one with more restraint between the two of you so you have to keep it together for both of your sakes. “Keep it in your pants, Hong. I’ll be over there.”

He pouts. “You’re not going to give me a kiss for good luck?”

“Isn’t this just practice?” 

“Wow, so you hate me.” 

“Yes, that’s exactly the conclusion you were meant to draw from that,” you deadpan. 

“Can I get a kiss or not?” 

“Yes, you can. But next time just ask for one. Don’t use luck as an excuse.” 

Woojin opens his mouth, you predict to argue back about how he had done no such thing, but you kiss him before he can get a word out. He lets out a surprised “hmph!” before relaxing his lips against your own. You pull away before he can take it any further, smiling only a little at the whine that escapes him when you do.

“Good luck, Champ.”

-

Woojin does fight better when you’re around. He’s always called you his good luck charm, and honestly, you thought he was full of shit at first. He was just a good fighter, period. His talent didn’t have anything to do with you. But then you had to take a trip overseas for a few weeks a couple of months into your relationship and you changed your mind. 

His matches were televised so you watched all of them, setting your alarm for ungodly hours or simply pulling all-nighters to be able to tune in live. 

The first fight you weren’t able to go to went horribly. You almost had to stop watching because of how bad Woojin looked by the end of it. You still remember crying to him over the phone about it afterward. 

You thought it was a fluke. Everyone has bad days. Then the pattern continued. The other matches weren’t as bad as the first one, thankfully. Woojin even won some of them. But he was off his game the whole time. 

Geonwoo told you he had never seen anything like it. He had never seen his best friend so... distracted before. 

Both boys begged you to come home as soon as possible. And when you did, his streak of bad luck immediately ended. 

He won the title of the first tournament you were back for. It was the first and only time he’s beaten Geonwoo, who tackled him in a hug as soon as the ref called the match. Woojin had to physically push his best friend off to get to you. Geonwoo was almost offended until he saw you standing behind him, waiting for your boyfriend’s attention. It was not the first nor would it be the last time Geonwoo forgot about your existence. You don’t mind, mostly. It’s only ever for a second and he always apologizes profusely. 

Your presence hasn’t affected his performance that dramatically since then, but he does fight better when you’re there cheering him on. It’s proven when you hear a punch land with a resounding “oof” from Jimmy, and a comment from the trainer about how he’d finally gotten past his block. Jimmy lets your boyfriend off a couple of minutes early, evidently tired from the beating he was taking. Woojin rounds the benches where you’re sat, grinning at you like he’s just won the lottery. 

“Ready to go?” you ask, handing him a towel.

“Just about,” he answers as he wipes the sweat from his face. “Gotta hit the showers first. Wanna join?”

You scoff, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jimmy hadn’t heard him. “This is a public space.”

Woojin checks his watch and smirks. “Only for about seven more minutes. Then it’s closed. It’ll be all ours.”

You roll your eyes. “Except you’re not the one with the keys to lock up, Jimmy is. Do you really think he’ll want to hear that?” 

“He won’t mind.”

“He most definitely will.” You push Woojin’s thigh with your knee. “Now hurry up. The faster you shower, the faster we can get out of here.”

-

You picked up takeout on the way back to the apartment Woojin shares with Geonwoo. There was enough food for all three of you and now the empty containers lay on the coffee table, long forgotten as the credits to the movie you’d put on in the background roll. 

Geonwoo had already gone to bed. He left halfway through, claiming to be too tired to watch the whole thing. You knew he had probably looked up the ending on Wikipedia and decided he’d rather play games in his room instead but you didn’t question him when he dipped.

“What do you want to watch next, babe?” Woojin asked as he gathered up all of the plasticware and rinsed it out in the sink. 

“Whatever,” you answered noncommittally from where you were laying on the couch. 

“Are you feeling tired, baby?” Woojin asks once he’s returned from sorting the containers for recycling. He kneels by the couch, petting your hair gently.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“No?”

“Uh-uh.”

“What’s on your mind, then?”

“Something like this.”

You lift your head from the sofa’s armrest and lean forward, meeting Woojin with a kiss. He hums against your mouth like he’s pleasantly surprised and deepens it without further question. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he cradles the back of your head with one of his hands. It gets heated fast. One second you’re laying down on the couch making out, the next you’re on the living room floor with your boyfriend who’s working a hand down your pants. 

“Wait, wait, wait- Geonwoo is home, babe,” you whisper after breaking away from his embrace. 

Woojin looks mildly miffed, curls in disarray as he pouts at you. “So? He’s in his room.”

“Yeah, and his room is right there,” you hiss, looking over your shoulder at his door.

“He’s asleep.”

“We don’t know that.”

“He said he was going to sleep,” Woojin points out. “Are you uncomfortable out here? Because we can go somewh-”

“No, it’s not that, I’d just feel bad if he suddenly walked in on us.”

Woojin shrugs. “He’s seen worse.”

“That’s not the point. You know that’s not the point.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t hear us going at it when we’re in my room. We share a wall.”

Well, that was a slightly mortifying bit of information that you had not previously been aware of. You knew they shared a wall, obviously, but you hadn’t thought about the way sound traveled through said wall. And now that you were thinking about it, you could hear Geonwoo yelling at his game sometimes. Fuck. 

You scramble to your knees and push yourself back onto the couch. Woojin puts a hand on either of your thighs and spreads them apart, looking up at you 

“It’s a little hot if you think about it,” he says. You purse your lips. “Look at you, you can’t even deny it!”

“Just get up here.”

You don’t give him a chance to make another snarky comment before you’re yanking him up by the collar of his T-shirt and kissing him again. Woojin doesn’t protest. He simply makes a sound of satisfaction against your mouth, like he’d won. 

There’s a bit of push and pull. You trying to tug him up onto the couch, him trying to drag you down back onto the floor. But the game of tug of war persists for just a moment before your boyfriend overpowers you and pulls you onto his lap. You knew he had only been humoring you for the sake of the bit.  

“Baby?” he asks when you start to kiss his neck, sounding a little breathless. 

“Hm?”

“Will you sit on my face?”

You pause and sit up properly to look him in the eyes. “What?”

He swallows thickly, looking desperate. “Sit on my face, please?”

Woojin loves your pussy. Loves the taste of it, to be more specific. He loves the feeling too, of course, but he’s spent hours with his head in between your legs making you see God over and over again. He eats you out every single time you have sex. He eats you out even when you don’t have sex sometimes, just because he’s craving you on his tongue. 

But you’ve never sat on his face. In all the months you’ve been dating it just hasn’t come up. He’s had you in practically every way possible except for this one. 

“Please, baby. Don’t make me beg.”

He was kind of already begging but you weren’t going to point that out. You looked towards Geonwoo’s door again and then back at Woojin.

“Here?”

“Yeah, right here,” he pats the spot on the floor. “Just get on top of me.” 

“Alright, help me get my pants off.”

You’re still in your outfit from work because you don’t like to change before you shower and you don’t like to shower unless you’re going to be in bed for the rest of the night. You’ve argued about Woojin eating you out after a full day of work before but he insists that he could not give less of a fuck about the state your pussy is in as long as it’s in his mouth. 

You only let him do it because you know he means it and he makes you cum so hard that you can’t even find it within yourself to be self-conscious. 

Your work slacks are tight but Woojin manages to get them off in record time. He folds them neatly and places them on the couch before getting into position and motioning for you to join him. 

You wiggle out of your underwear and set them on top of your pants. Woojin’s already on his back but he props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you. He smirks as you step over him, straddling his waist with your ankles instead of your thighs. 

“You look so fucking hot like that,” he mutters. “Kind of just want to watch you stand there and look disappointed in me all night.”

You scoff. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you.” He winks and clicks his tongue.

“You’d really rather do this instead of... the other thing?”

“I never said that! I’d rather do the other thing. Definitely the other thing.” You snort and shake your head at him. “But we can file this away for another day?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is what I want.”

“But what you want more...”

“Is for you to sit on my face, yes. So come here.”

-

Woojin knows you’re not teasing him on purpose, but it definitely feels like you are. You’re still out of reach, hovering hesitantly above his mouth. You seem nervous so he doesn’t rush you but he’s dying for it. 

It also seems like you don’t quite know what to do with yourself. He thinks about asking you if you’ve ever done this before but then he decides he would rather not know the answer to that question. 

“Here, baby,” he murmurs and puts his hands on your hips to guide you down onto him. 

“Remember, tap me twice if you can’t breathe or something,” you remind him. 

He won’t need to do that but he nods in acknowledgment to ease your mind if nothing else. 

Woojin coaxes you down a little further, close enough for him to taste you if he cranes his neck so that’s what he does. He lifts his head and sticks out his tongue to trace the shape of you. Immediately, you shudder and Woojin uses your clumsiness against you. He raises his shoulders as soon as he feels your legs begin to shake which makes you lose your balance and fall onto him completely.

Your boyfriend moans into you, making you whimper in turn. He’s instantly convinced this is what heaven feels like. All of his senses have been overtaken by you. All he can taste, smell, see, and feel is you. And all he can hear are the sweet sounds of pleasure he knows you’re trying to hold back. 

You’re sort of just sitting there on his face, and to be fair that’s what he’d asked you to do but he knows it would feel even better for you if you moved a bit so he encourages you to rock your hips by pushing on your ass. You get the message and start to grind down on him, earning praise in the form of a thumbs-up.  

“Fuck, so wet,” he compliments, hoping you can understand him. 

“Yeah, well you know what watching you box does to me,” you sigh defensively. 

Woojin tries not to smirk because he knows you’d be able to feel it but he can’t help himself. You smack his shoulder in retaliation. Yeah, that’s pretty much what he thought would happen.

“Taste so good, baby. Thank you. Than- mph!”

You’d threaded your fingers into his hair and yanked him by it, using your newfound control to push his face even deeper into your cunt. 

“Fuck yes... does it feel good?”

“Feels fucking incredible, Woo. How are you so good at this?”

Woojin doesn’t want to admit that it’s all he’s thought about since he met you. Doesn’t want to share the fantasies that have kept him up at night with a hand around his cock, sometimes with you sleeping right next to him. He’s wanted you to ride his face since before you started dating, and once he’d actually tasted you, it was over for him. Just like it’s over for him now.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his entire life. It hurts and he’s been thrusting into nothing for several minutes now, and he’s almost certain his sweats are already ruined with the amount of precum he’s leaking. 

He loses the ability to speak when he starts fucking you with his tongue but he figures his mouth is being put to better use like this anyway. Besides, you do enough talking for both of you. You’re still trying to keep your voice down since Geonwoo is in the next room but it ultimately doesn’t matter because the most obscene sounds in the room are coming from Woojin making out with your pussy.

His nose nudges your clit over and over each time you glide over it like it’s a credit card, and it makes him wonder what it would feel like for you to ride his nose. He’s gotten a few compliments on the shape of his nose so he’s confident that it would feel good for you but in order to do that you would have to turn around and he’s enjoying having his tongue inside of you way too much to give that up. 

“Woo, fuck,” you gasp suddenly.

Your thighs squeeze tighter around his head and he whines, wishing it were somehow possible for you to crush his skull and still live.

“Close?”

“Yes, I’m right there, don’t stop...”

He holds you down as you cum, absolutely drowning himself in the arousal that gushes from you as you do. He laps up as much of it as he can, but he can’t quite get all of it and what’s left runs down the sides of his face onto the rug beneath him. He can’t find it within him to care, aside from being slightly jealous of the carpet.

You’re saying something but all he can hear is white noise as his body goes taut and then relaxes. When he comes to, you’ve already climbed off of him and are laying on the floor spent. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he sighs.

You lift your head curiously. “Did you just-”

“Yeah.” 

He grimaces and sits up to assess the damage. His sweatpants have a dark wet spot right over his dick. Predictable. He hadn’t wanted to cum like that but it was simply unavoidable. Anyone in his position would have done the same thing. Probably. 

“The rug,” you groan, staring at the stain.

“I’ll send it off to be cleaned,” Woojin assures you. 

“You don’t have rug cleaning money!”“Then I’ll clean it myself. There’s a twenty-four-hour convenience store down the street. We can go there to get the stuff. After we do that again.”

finally finished this bad boy ;-; lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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[im-sleepdeprived]

Crazier • Pt. 2

wc: 8.8k (but totally worth it i PROMISE)

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: part two is here! she's a little long but i swear i've never had so much fun writing and editing a fic so i promiseeee its totally worth it !!! i love this one so much so please pleaseee let me know what you think ! i love talking to you guys (i feel the need to tell yall this is totally a PETER x reader fic you’ll understand but DONT WORRY ITS JUST FOR PLOT BRO)

warning: literally nothing, a few f-bombs, and kids going psycho (in the best way) at school

read part 1 here

The weird, auto-tuned, voice startled you and made you turn around, wiping your eyes so you could see clearly. When you saw who it was you rubbed your eyes again for good measure because there was no way. 

"Huh?" you said meekly, mentally slapping face palming for acting so dumb in front of New York's hero. 

His head tilted and his masked face shifted in what you could only guess was a grin, "I said can I walk you home? It's pretty dark and I don't really trust the streets and, trust me, I would know. Plus, your crying and being distracted is really dangerous."

"I'm not crying," you were, in fact, crying. It was obvious to both of you. Your red eyes and pink stuffy nose, despite trying to fight the tears so you could get home, only came in harder. 

"Ok well I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you're totally lying and ask again, can I walk you home?" despite there being a weird robotic tinge to his voice, you thought he sounded desperate. Plus you didn't really think he'd take a 'no' as an answer. Or if you were even allowed to give him that answer, he was a superhero after all.

So you nodded and his entire posture seemed to relax when you hadn't even realized he seemed tense. Wow, he must take his job seriously. You started walking, silently leading the way as he followed right beside you. 

"Can I ask why you're crying?" 

"You just did," you replied flatly not really meaning to sound so mean despite the tone you had used. 

You sighed, "Shit, I'm sorry Mr. Spider-Man, here you are being all nice trying to make sure I get home all right and I'm being a total ass." 

"No it's all right, you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just wanted to make sure everything was alright," his tone was soft, and somehow, despite not knowing him at all, you felt like you could trust him. 

"I broke up with my boyfriend," you whispered and you weren't really sure if he would catch it, but he did. 

"He must've been real stupid for you to do that, huh?"

You laughed. "God yes," your humor died down and your face fell, "but he was a great boyfriend, y'know, just...before he wasn't."

You passed the cafe that was near your apartment building when he asked, "What'd he do that made you snap?" 

You were silent for a minute, debating whether you should answer that or not when you finally stopped in front of your building making him pause beside you as well. 

"Well we're here," you slapped your hands together as you stood there awkwardly. 

"Yeah, yeah. Um, maybe we could chat again sometime, totally friendly, of course," he added the last part rushed, waving his hands slightly. It made you laugh genuinely this time. 

"Sure bug boy, I hang out on the roof a lot." you could actually use a friend to talk to after today. "If you're ever swinging by and you see me, you should stop to say hey."

"Really," Peter felt weird, you two had always sat on your apartment roof together, climbing up from your fire escape. And now he'd never get the chance to do it again. Not as Peter at least, but here you were inviting Spider-Man to hang out with you again. 

He decided he'd take what he could get. 

You smiled slightly and turned around to go inside when he spoke up again, "Wait how does tonight sound?" He asked, and if you didn't know any better you might even say he sounded nervous. That only made you smile more. 

"Tonight sounds great," you said., "Oh. And thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it." You shoot him one last smile before finally turning around and getting inside. 

Despite it being dark on your way home, it wasn't that late, it was just winter. You started your homework and worked swiftly, not giving in to any of the distractions you usually did. You wanted to be completely free tonight. Maybe befriending Spider-Man would help improve your grades too. 

When the clock struck 9 p.m. and your parents went to bed, you closed your door and silently locked it before walking over to the window and pushing it open. 

You grabbed a book and headed up, deciding to read until he got there. It was freezing despite the big sweater you were wearing. After waiting five minutes and him still being a no-show, you decided to go make some tea. 

Making your way down, you made two mugs of tea as quietly as you could without waking anyone in the apartment. It didn't take long and soon enough you were carefully making your way up the fire escape again, trying your best not to spill any of the hot liquid. 

While you were focused on steadily moving so you didn't spill your drinks, you didn't notice the masked hero sitting on the ledge. 

"There you are," his voice startled you but, miraculously, the tea didn't spill, "I've been waiting for like, forever." You had a feeling he rolled his eyes. 

"Oh shut up," you handed him a mug, "I was just up here dumbass. But it got cold so I decided to make us something hot." 

He used his free hand to put a finger on his chin, tilting his head, as if in thought, "Having trouble deciding if I should be offended you called me a dumbass or flattered that you made me a cup of tea."

You laughed out loud and he felt his heart flutter, the sound a nice contrast to the yelling that had gone down between you two earlier that day. 

"Wait so I never got your name," he asked in fake interest. Obviously, he didn't need you to tell him. But you didn't know that. 

"Y/N. what's yours?" you asked innocently and it was his turn to laugh. "Ha! Nice try," he joked and you just shrugged. 

"Whatcha reading?" He pointed towards the book you had brought up with you, "Business or pleasure?"

You laughed, and grabbed the book, "Definitely pleasure. It's my favorite actually. I've read it too many times to count."

His heart fell a little. Your favorite? How did he not know that? He remembered the cover though..or maybe just the color scheme of it. The more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really remember the book at all. God, he really couldn't blame you for ending things. 

"Can you tell me about it," he asked softly. He loved it when you went on about a topic you loved and all the facial expressions and hand motions that came with your storytelling. 

"Are you kidding? I can write a 20-page essay about this book," you scoffed lightly, "but I really don't wanna bore you so it's okay." 

"No way! I asked, so how would you bore me. Tell me about it, maybe I'll pick it up from the next bookstore I pass."

So you did. You went on and on about certain themes that stood out to you while reading, and how important some lessons were. You showed him your annotations and notes and he realized you really weren't joking about the '20-page-essay' quip. 

He loved the way you were so passionate about the subject and all the thought you'd put into this. But seeing you like this made him realize something, it'd been so long since you'd been like this with him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really remember the last time you'd gone on one of these little rants with him.

Some time while you were talking you'd both finished your tea (him only pulling up his mask to the tip of his nose, taking a sip, and quickly bringing it back down. he didn't wanna risk anything), setting the cups far to the side. 

He let you finish before talking, "Wow that's a lot to take in, am I the only person who's been fortunate enough to have this wisdom passed onto them?"

You laughed, "Kinda, yeah."

That shocked him a little, at least if you hadn't shared it with him he thought you might've talked about it with MJ. He might not have known much (apparently) but he knew how much you loved to talk about a book after you read it, whether you liked it or not. And the fact that this was your favorite and you'd read it multiple times and hadn't shared it with anyone was weird to him. 

"Really? How come? Are your friends not into reading," he asked, trying to be subtle. 

You just shrugged, "I don't really have friends," he made a sound of disbelief which made you chuckle before continuing, "I mean obviously I have friends in the traditional sense of the word but I'm not close enough with anyone to just speak my thoughts like that, y'know?"

He tried, he really did, but he could feel the hurt coursing through him, did you never feel comfortable enough around him? 

"Really? you seem like the kind of person who has too many friends. What about your boyfriend?" 

"ex-boyfriend," you corrected him bitterly, and it left him wondering if you felt that same pang of hurt adding those two extra letters that changed everything. 

"Right," he said quietly, "but still, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask you such questions, hell it wasn't his place to be talking to you at all, you had made that clear, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just leave you alone to walk home alone, hurt, and in the dark. And now, he really wanted to know what your answer to his question would be. 

You wanted to make a joke about how he was really going at it with the questions but you didn't have it in you. So you just thought about it a little before answering, "Well of course I was comfortable with him, at one point I guess, he wasn't just my boyfriend he was my best friend. And I guess that's what really sucks the most about the breakup.

"He was the only person I shared anything with but it just got to the point where I used to try and talk about anything and he'd just blow me off. It happened a few times before I just stopped altogether, it hurt too much when it felt like he didn't care. I stopped and it was like 'If I don't say anything, I can't get hurt'. If I didn't talk then I wouldn't feel that rejection again and I always had the little part in the back of my brain that said 'Of course he cares but don't say anything,  just in case.'

"He's a busy guy, and I get that, I really do. I just never thought he'd get so busy he wouldn't care about me anymore."

You hadn't realized how close you'd come to tears until you felt yourself sniffle, "Shit, sorry," you laughed bitterly, "I didn't mean to get emotional, it's whatever now, it's over."

Peter heard his heart crack. Saying he felt terrible was an understatement. He felt horrendous that he made you feel that way, even worse that he didn't even realize that he did until you just said so. 

"God I'm so sorry," he said, his voice feeling weak and he was extra thankful for the new voice-changer he'd been using lately. "He sounds like a total jerk." He was, he definitely was. 

You force a little smile, "Oh well," you shrugged, "we'll both move on." 

But deep down, neither of you believed that. 

You had a long night. Turns out your city's hero had a lot more to him than you'd originally thought. He was extremely funny, always making little remarks about everything, and he was a great listener. Not a boring one either, he asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying. 

It was the main thing on your mind that day that you almost forgot the problem at hand. Almost. 

Going back to school was something you were dreading. You didn't want to see Peter at all, just thinking about it was totally ruining your mood. 

You arrived and headed straight for MJ's locker. You tapped her shoulder, "Heyyyy," you said, making her narrow her eyes at you. 

"What happened," she deadpanned and you sighed. You rubbed the bridge of your nose just making her more skeptical. 

"Peter and I broke up." You said softly, not meeting her eyes. If you had, you would've seen they were filled with rage. 

"What," she asked lowly making you look up. You two were good friends but you didn't really think she'd care much, just because MJ wasn't the best at showing emotions like that. 

"Yeah, yesterday after rehearsal I broke up with him. He pushed it too far," you shrugged trying to put it off as nothing but she could see right through your charade. 

"C'mere," she slammed her locker shut and interlocked your arms together making you smile in delight. This was so unlike her and you were going to enjoy every moment. 

It was like that, your elbows locked together, you beaming and her with a dead-set look on her face as you headed for first period. You were so caught up in the joy of MJ being a little touchy-feely for once that you didn't realize she wasn't actually headed towards class but instead down the hall towards the locker of your ex.   

Luckily you caught on while you were still a few feet away, dragging her to a stop in the student-packed hall. 

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. 

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Going to chew out your ex-boyfriend for being a dick," she said as if it were obvious. 

You snuck a glance at him just in time to see him swerving his head opposite direction. So, he had definitely seen you. You shook your head, "Mj you can't do that, you'll scare him so bad you'll send him into cardiac arrest."

She cracked a smile at that until she looked in his direction and her face fell again, "No way. I'm gonna beat him into a pulp I swear-"

"Michelle," she tensed as you used her full name, "I'm fine. In fact, I broke up with him." Her shoulders deflated. "I'm not letting him off the hook that easily," she mumbled and you nodded, not really expecting her to. "I'm gonna give him the death stare all day long." She continued. 

"And I'm sure he'll turn to stone by the end of the day," you said reassuringly. Her face lifted a little. 

"But if he even tries to pull some stupid shit, I will not hesitate," she gave you a look that said 'this is the one thing you have no say over' and you nodded again. Anything as long as she didn't approach him and embarrass the three of you in the crowded school hallways. 

She seemed satisfied with that answer, and so you both turned around to actually get to class this time but not before you snuck another glance at Peter who, for some reason, was looking a little paler than a few seconds ago. Even a little..scared? Maybe he heard MJ's threats, you humored yourself, turning your head away from him again. But that was impossible because the halls were way too crowded for him to have overheard you both. Not to mention you were still a ways away from him. 

The rest of the day went by easier than you thought it would, with extremely minimal interactions with Peter. none, in fact, after the MJ incident (who had stuck by your side all day like your own personal bodyguard). 

Of course, it might've been because you were avoiding him. You knew his schedule well and you knew where he'd be at almost all hours of the day. Even in your shared classes, you'd charmed some other students into switching seats with you so you didn't have to sit beside him anymore.

There was no rehearsal today so you dragged MJ to get ice cream with you, despite her initial refusal. You just needed a distraction, you didn't feel like going home and drowning in your thoughts for the rest of the day so you were gonna stall as much as you could. 

You paid for your ice creams and MJ chose a booth in the back for you both to sit at. Once upon a time, you all used to come here as a group (you, MJ, Ned, and Peter) and sometimes just you and Peter alone on simple dates. The memories hurt to think about so you pushed them aside trying to only focus on the sweetness of your chocolate ice cream. 

"So why'd you do it," MJ asked bluntly. You looked at her and furrowed your brows, not knowing what she meant. 

She sighed, "Why'd you break up with him? I can see how down in the dumps you've been all day, you clearly didn't want to do it, so why did you?" She didn't ask it in a nosy manner, just simply, as if she were asking you for today's date.

You exhaled slowly, trying to buy yourself time because as much as you didn't want to answer her question, you had to. You felt as if you owed her that much with how extra kind and supportive she was acting today, despite that going against her usual personality. And plus, she was your friend so she should know. 

"You know how he was MJ, I always told you," you sighed. You look down and start picking at your nails. "He just promised that he'd be there for one of my rehearsals claiming that, since they meant so much to me, he should go to one. And even though I kept telling him no and that he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he promised,

"He promised, and he still couldn't show up. So it just made me start thinking, and if he can't keep his word with simple things like that, how can I trust him with bigger things like a relationship? All the other times he's bailed on me, no explanation, and I'd just feel so stupid and hurt after getting stood up again. And I just snapped I guess."

MJ nodded solemnly as the bell above the door rang. Just out of curiosity, you looked up from your ice cream and you immediately wished you hadn't because walking in was Peter and Ned.

"Speak of the devil," you muttered as you buried your head down, letting your hair cover your face. MJ gave you a confused look before turning around and seeing just what you were talking about. She muttered a few profanities before grabbing your hand and dragging you up by your wrist. 

As soon as you stood up two pairs of eyes landed on the both of you and before you could even think about where to run away, Ned was heading towards you with Peter right at his heels. 

You cringed and MJ stood up straighter and tensed. You put a hand on her shoulder to remind her to relax and not turn on 'kill mode' yet. 

"Hey guys," Ned said smiling big and for a second you thought maybe Peter didn't tell him about the breakup. Until you saw him send a not-so-subtle slap to the back of his shoulder but Ned ignored it. 

"Hey Ned," you said softly giving him a tight smile and avoiding Peter's eyes despite feeling them burning holes into your skin. MJ just stood stiffly. 

"Funny running into you guys here huh? Me and Pete just came here for a little treat, y'know we need a pick-me-up after that math quiz," he laughed and you forced a small chuckle. You two seemed to be the only ones trying, Peter was just staring at you the whole time and MJ was glaring at him, waiting for him to try something so she had an excuse to pounce. 

"Say, aren't you in the same class Y/N? How was the test for you," he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing but as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did. 

"Well, this has been just great. Not," MJ said which made heat rush to your face. As uncomfortable as you were, you never wanted to be rude to them, especially Ned. He had done nothing wrong and he was only being nice. 

"But Y/N and I have plans to be elsewhere so see ya later Leeds. And Parker, you might want to blink before your eyeballs dry out, not that I'd mind," she muttered the last part but you all still heard it so you sent a slap to her arm. She just shrugged as you turned towards Ned, still avoiding even looking at Peter, "Yea it was nice to see you Ned but we do have somewhere to be so we should catch up some other time," you tried more politely. 

"Yeah, of course," he sent you another smile as MJ dragged you by your arm out the door and you waved lamely at him. You both stopped as the door closed behind you. you inhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves. 

"Oh my fuck, that was stressful," you muttered. 

MJ gave you a sympathetic look before gesturing to follow her, "Come on, let's find somewhere else to hang out."

you followed her and looked into the window of the shop where you saw Peter and Ned hunched over whispering about something. probably about how awkward that interaction was. 

"Come on y/n, pleaseeeeeee," Lexi begged, giving you big, wide, puppy dog eyes. 

It was the next day after school and you were currently being bombarded by the whole cast and crew to play a big round of truth or dare with them. 

So they sent Lexi to convince you, knowing how close you two were. And also how stubborn she was. 

"But we have work to do," you whined pathetically. "Y/N honestly everything is done. and plus, we have one more rehearsal before opening night so if we did miss anything, which we didn't, we'll get it done that day," someone else from the crowd yelled, the rest yelling in agreement. 

They were especially laying it on you because Mrs. Lightbody was absent today, leaving you in charge alone. 

"Y/N/N, what are you even worrying about," Lexi asked, "you have everything memorized down to a 't'. Like, honestly, if any one of us had to bail last minute you could totally take over because I know you have every part of the script memorized." Everyone else was laughing in agreement and you looked down knowing it was true. 

"I mean, come on, isn't truth or dare such a 'seventh grade' kinda game," you tried for measly, knowing that what she said was true, almost everything was ready for the big day and the minor stuff left could be taken care of at the last rehearsal. 

"Well if you don't wanna play truth or dare we can always do something else," Lexi offered, giddy at the fact that you might actually agree. 

"How about a scavenger hunt," someone suggested. 

"Yeah! Me and Jack can write up a bunch of lists of tasks to do and items to gather. It'll take us less than 10 minutes," Lacy offered. 

Everyone looked around and you finally spoke up, "Sure why not," you gave in and everyone started cheering, some even whistling, "A bunch of kids running around an empty school? What could go wrong?" you told them, the whole group laughing loud. 

Everyone lounged around for a few minutes while Lacy and Jack laid out somewhere on the stage, pulling out a bunch of empty papers and started writing on them. You watched as Jack said something that made Lacy laugh, making a blush form on his cheeks. it had once been like that with me and Peter, you thought, but you tried not to let that bitter feeling seep in again. 

As if sensing your distress, Lexi came over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Hey," she said softly, "maybe this'll be good for you, y'know. You work really hard and you need something to forget about that Parker kid for once. so let's go wild and run around the school a bit." you smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing really was and how Mrs. Lightbody would endlessly scold you if she ever found out. but you also couldn't help the excitement bubbling in you. this sounded like a lot of fun. 

"Yea, you're right," you agreed and you both lounged out on the stairs on the side of the stage until Jack stood up on the center stage and whistled, gathering everyone's attention. 

he waited, Lacy beside him holding a bunch of paper scraps, until everyone was close until he began, "Fellow children of theater," he started dramatically, "I hold before you midtown's very first, annual, theater games." everyone cheered and clapped. 

"You may gather into groups, as many as you like, just no more than four to a group, please. Now if you will, sort yourselves, and once your group is ready, come grab the paper that will have your tasks from Lady Lacy." He finished and motioned to Lacy who took a bow and everyone clapped once more. Man, you were gonna miss these kids once this play was over. 

you and Lexi decided that you were just going to go together but as you were getting ready to get up on stage, Brad Davis approached you two. 

"Hey," he greeted with that charming smile of his. Lexi greeted him while you waved silently beside her. 

"Mind if I join you two," he asked the both of you, but his eyes were only on you, searching for your reaction to his question. 

"Of course Brad," Lexi said, being the overly polite person she was. He nodded but he was still looking at you hopefully so you decided to answer, "Of course, you can join us," you smiled slightly. "After all, three minds are better than two. And I'm sure we'll need the extra help with whatever those two have planned for us," you motioned to the two leaders of this event, making Brad and Lexi laugh. 

The three of you made your way to Jack and Lacy to grab a list of tasks. You approached them, "Hey Lace, can we grab a sheet?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. She grabbed a paper then looked down and laughed lowly. you all looked at her confused and she just ignored you, turning to nudge Jack. He didn't help your confusion when he looked at the paper and burst out laughing. 

"What? What is it," Lexi asked, stepping forward. Lacy shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just," she laughed a little more, "me and Jack sorta wrote this one as a joke, the tasks on here are hella extreme, and frankly," she looked at you, "I don't know if you can handle it Y/N." 

You must've looked taken aback because she quickly added, "I mean no offense, honestly you're so smart that if I had to choose anyone to actually complete these I'd choose you."

"Then why don't you think I can handle it," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well I know you're a stickler for the rules," she started, "and these break basically all of them."

"Lemme see that," you snatched the paper out of her hand and read it. well, you started to read it, but after seeing the first two tasks, you stopped. 

You looked up to see her and Jack fighting off smiles. "I can totally get another one for you for you," she started to reach for the paper but you yanked it out of her grasp. "No, no, no. I'm doing this," you stated. 

She and Jack exchanged a look, "are you sure," he asked you weakly. You raised your head and put on a defiant look, you loved proving people wrong, "Yes." 

You walked away, Brad and Lexi close on your heels, only stopping in front of the auditorium door. 

"Can I see it," Lexi asked? You nodded, handed her the paper, and watched as she read through it. Her eyes widened every time she read something on the list, Brad reading over her shoulder. 

"Y/N, I love you but you're crazy," she said. You went to reply to her but just then, Jack was at the center of the stage again. 

"Everyone has a task card, each group will try their hardest to complete all the tasks they were given. We will meet up here in an hour and a half and the winning group will be treated properly." He looked down to set up a timer on his phone. "But there is a trick to this," he paused for dramatic effect, "there's is an obstacle my partner and I have withheld from you all,

"We are, in fact, not alone in the school. There was a teacher meeting to be held after school hours and we have a few stranglers still wandering the halls. So you must be careful not to get caught," he smirked and you feel more of that excitement rush through you. You could really use the adrenaline rush this would definitely bring. 

He looked up, holding his phone up for everyone to see, his thumb hovering over the green button that would start the timer, "Let the games commence!" he yelled as his thumb hit the button, the numbers already starting to go down quickly as kids started rushing out the doors. 

"Oh my god, we are so gonna get caught," Lexi whined, making you laugh. "Well, we aren't gonna win with that attitude, come on Lex, live a little."

"Yeah what she said," Brad laughed and stepped forward to hold the door open for the both of you. 

"Such a gentleman," you muttered as you stuck your head out to look down the halls both ways before grabbing Lexi's hand and dragging her after you. 

"Read the first one Lex," you whispered as you scouted the halls for any sign of movement. 

"'Bring back a lightbulb that is currently being used in one of the rooms in the building'," she read off the paper. 

You thought for a second, "Most of the school uses tube lights so where can we get a light bulb?"

The three of you were quiet for a second before Brad piped up, "The library has ceiling fans that use lightbulbs," he suggested, but it sounded more like a question. 

You clapped him on the shoulder, "Brad you're a genius." His face seemed to light up at your compliment. 

The three of you headed towards the library, running into a few other kids who were also trying to complete their lists. 

You quietly opened the doors and motioned for Lexi and Brad to stay behind as you made sure there were no librarians or teachers present. Once you were positive the coast was clear, you let them in and went towards the ceiling fan furthest in the back, in case anyone walked in. 

You stood up on the table but you couldn't reach, "Brad, you're tall. Get up here," you instructed and he followed. 

"I have a better idea," and before you could ask what it was, he picked you up by the waist and lifted you up to where you could easily unscrew it. 

You carefully twisted it until the light gave out and the warm glass fell into your hands. You looked down at Brad, who was still holding you, and smiled, "Thank you." 

He smiled back and let you down, both of you stepping off the table. Lexi clapped lightly, "Ok first task done," she grabbed a pen from her pocket and crossed it out. As soon as she lifted the pen from the paper you heard a door close. 

You all looked at each other panicked. You brought a finger up to your lips and quietly tiptoed your way between the shelves, leading them to the back exit. 

Everything was going smoothly until Lexi accidentally bumped into a chair making it fall to the floor, the metal making a loud noise. You all froze in your tracks as the school's librarian's voice rang out, "Hello? Who's there?"

Quickly thinking, you handed them the lightbulb and ushered both of them to the other side of the shelf as her footsteps sounded closer and closer. Once they were completely hidden from your view you pretended to browse the books on the shelf just as Ms. Smith approached you. 

"Oh Y/N, it's just you. What're doing here so late," she asked, her scratchy voice prickling your skin. 

"Um well, as you may know, I'm directing the school play that's performing this Friday," you said. She nodded for you to go on, still looking suspicious. 

"There's actually a rehearsal today and I managed to find some time to sneak away to the library to get a book," you continued, having no idea where you were going with this. 

"You came here this late just to get a book? You know the library is closed at this time of day dear, it's only open during school hours," she said, still sounding suspicious so you knew you had to bring out the big guns. 

You sighed looking down, trying your hardest to seem heartbroken, "Well you see Ms. Smith, my boyfriend broke up with me and I just really needed to get lost in a good book to forget how hurt I am," you forced your voice to crack and looked away wiping your eyes from nothing. 

"At the 'Greek Mythology' section," she questioned, and you almost faltered. But you were too committed. 

You nodded, your lip quivering, "he always used to tell me stories of the Greek myths. And the story of Orpheus and Eurydice," you let out a choked sob. "it's so romantic."

She ate. it. up. "Why yes it is, it's one of my favorites actually. Well, you take your time dear," she rubbed your shoulder as you buried your face into your hands, "and let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll be up at the front desk."

You just sobbed harder until she left. Once you were sure she was gone, you moved your hands away from your face, which was bone dry. 

You went behind the shelf to find Brad and Lexi shuffled together. You had to hold your laughter until you exited into the halls. 

You grabbed Lexi's hands and laughed, "Did you see how she totally bought that?"

Lexi laughed with you, "You were really good Y/N, I almost bought it too! And the fake crying? Absolutely genius."

"Yea Y/N, I almost thought you were fresh out of a breakup," Brad added and you laughed again. "That part is actually true," you inform him, "everything else though, was a part of the bit. Peter doesn't know the first thing about Greek mythology let alone the story of Orpheus and Eurydice." you laugh. 

"Oh? So Parker's out of the picture," he asked and you just nodded as you read the next task on the paper, not noticing his smile. 

You were dead set on doing everything on this list

A little over an hour had passed. You and Brad were currently busy unscrewing one of the circular seats from a cafeteria table. Of course, you had no tools so you had to improvise. You found that if you bent a bobby pin just the right way, it'll do the trick. 

You kept twisting the bobby pin until you heard a clattering sound as the last screw fell off. Brad held up the seat as the three of you grinned. You were so gonna win this. 

You stood up and opened up the bag with the rest of your supplies as Brad added your new prize. You had stolen a trash bag from the janitor's closet to hold everything for you. As the three of you walked down the hallways holding the most random collection of things, you spoke up, "Lex, what's next on the list?"

She looked down and the smile that was previously on her face quickly disappeared as she seemed to pale a little. "Oh no," she muttered. 

"What? What is it," you asked as you all stopped in your tracks. 

"It's the last one," she said and you smiled, happy that you'd made it this far. 

"Ok so what's the problem," you asked, not really seeing what she was getting at. "Out of everything on this list," she started, "this is the one that will for sure get us expelled."

You and Brad exchanged a look, "Hit me with it."

"We have to steal the principal's desk chair." 

"Those little shits," you muttered, your hands clenching into fists. "So that's it right? I mean, we got everything else on here, we don't have to win. We made it further than any of us thought we would," she said but you were already shaking your head. 

"We have to win, we are going to win," you were so determined to win this stupid game and you weren't even sure why. 

Lexi looked up, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up together, "Dear god, I'm too young to die. my parents would kill me."

Brad laughed as you headed down the hall towards the principal's office. Once you reached where you could see it, you crouched, the others right beside you. 

the walls on his side of the office were glass and you could see Principal Morita sitting at his desk. You sighed and turned to face your partners, "I have a plan but it's a little crazy."

"Oh please, this whole thing has been more than a little crazy, just hit us with it Y/L/N," Lexi whispered. 

"Ok one of us will have to lure him out while the other two wait behind the door. While he's in the hallway and whoever's with him is keeping him distracted, the other two sneak into the office, roll the chair out the other door, and wait around the corner. Once we're done and completely secure, we send some sort of signal and he's free to go back in."

You were unsure, it was a little all over the place and really risky but they were both nodding at you. "Ok I can distract him, I know exactly what to talk to him about," Lexi offered and you laughed. 

You looked at Brad, "Guess it's you and me." You started crawling to the other side of the hall, careful to stay low so Morita wouldn't see you. 

"Yup," he muttered, "your regular Bonnie and Clyde." You held in a laugh as you got situated on the brick wall at the side of the office, made sure you were out of view from the door, and motioned for Lexi to go ahead. 

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out loud in the quiet hallway. It didn't take long before the door opened and was held right in between you and your school's principal. 

"Um, yes, may I help you," you heard him ask. 

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I really needed to talk to you about something," Lexi said desperately. "Ok why don't you go ahead and take a seat in my office," he offered. "NO," she cleared her throat, knowing she had said that too loud, "what is mean is, no I can't I'm kind of in a hurry." You heard her take a few steps back. "We should just speak out here."

Mr. Morita followed her, letting go of the door as he stepped forward but Brad grabbed the handle before it could close. He held it open for you as you crawled in and he followed behind before quietly shutting it after him. 

You two crawled up to his office careful not to be seen since this side of his office wall was made of glass. Currently, his back was to you and Brad while Lexi was facing you but was careful not to let her eyes wander and betray her. 

"Ok," you silently opened the door, "we'll need to pick it up until we round the corner because the noise of it rolling would definitely catch his attention."

"Alright I can handle that," Brad said as he grabbed the legs of the chair and stood up but you motioned for him to stop. You moved out the door and peeked your head around the wall the tiniest bit. You saw Lexi passionately going on about something and from what you could see of Morita, he looked a little uncomfortable. You made a mental to ask her later what she was going on about. Once you were sure that Mr. Morita wouldn't see you, you stuck your hand and made a 'shooing' motion. 

You weren't sure if Lexi would see it or not but she must've seen it from the corner of her eye because she moved so that she was facing the hallway you had to go down head-on, making Morita turn even more as he listened to whatever it was she was rambling about. 

Now, with his back directly towards you and the new direction you were headed, you both left the office and you silently shut the door. Brad quietly put down the chair, "Get on," he ordered. You looked at him a little confused as he tried again, "Come on, it'll be fun."

Hell, you'd already done way crazier things today than you ever thought you would. One more couldn't hurt. So you sat on the chair as he picked it up and walked down the hall. You had to hold in your laughter. 

Once he turned the corner he set you down, stuck his head out, and shot Lexi a thumbs up. Less than a minute later, she approached you guys. "Go before he sees us," she whisper-yelled. 

You were still sitting in the seat and Brad took it upon himself to push you through the halls. It was such a rush, laughing in the chair with your hair flying around you, two of your newest best friends right behind you. It was one of those moments that you knew right then and there how special it was and how much you cherish it in the years to come, all the moments from today actually. You never would've participated in something like this. Ever. It was fun to be pushed out of your comfort zone, to loosen up a bit. And it was especially fun to do it with these two.

You all arrived at the side doors of the auditorium breathless, you from laughter and Brad and Lexi from the running and laughter. 

"Oh. my. GOD. I can't believe we actually pulled that off," Lexi said, smacking her forehead, eyes wide. 

"Hell yeah, we did," you looked at Brad and grinned as you held out your hand for a high-five. "Lex," you turned towards her, "time?" 

She looked down at her watch, "Ten minutes before the deadline," she smiled. She opened the door for the three of you and you all walked inside, extremely proud of yourselves. 

The auditorium was empty, to your surprise, with only you three and Lacy and Jack working on something up on stage. You all walked up the steps, "Hey guys," you spoke up. 

They looked up a little confused hearing your voice, "Oh hey Y/N," Jack said, "done already?" you nodded casually and looked down picking at your nails, peeking up to see the shocked expressions on their faces. 

"No way," Lacy whispered, "there's no fucking way you could've done all that." She said, louder this time. 

You looked up, as if in thought, and put a hand on your chin, "Really lace?" Brad brought up the bag, he had stashed it in a hallway while you did your little office heist and the chair. "Cause I thought I just did," you smirked. 

They stood with their mouths agape while the three of you just grinned at each other. 

"Well I'm impressed," Jack said as he looked at you and your friends, "can't wait to announce the winners!"

The three of you sat on the edge of the stage while the rest of the groups piled in and handed their lists to Lacy and Jack so they could assess them. Soon enough, everyone had filed back into the auditorium and after a few minutes, Jack shooed everyone off the stage so he could make his announcement. 

Once everyone was standing below the stage, Jack walked up to the center as he had done almost 2 hours before. "Students of Midtown," he bellowed, "I come to you with news of your latest adventure. We have gone through everyone's task list and the little prizes they brought back. I'm disappointed to say that only one team completed every task given to them."

Murmurs broke through the students as they wondered which group could've finished everything in so little time. You turned toward Brad and Lexi, "Wait we finished everything so does that mean-"

"I'm pleased to announce, however, the winners of the scavenger hunt. Y/N Y/L/N, Lexi Walker, and Brad Davis, congratulations!" Applause shattered all around you while you, Brad, and Lexi were hugging and high-fiving.

"Get on up here," Lacy shouted. You three were pushed forward by the other kids. You all walked up the steps and stopped in the middle of the large stage. Lacy and Jack turned to grab something and when they were facing you again, you saw what it was and you laughed. They were holding three makeshift crowns, made of cardboard. They were colored yellow (probably with a Crayola marker) and had big colorful jewels glued on the tips. 

"Do you like em,'" Lacy asked with glee, "Me and Jack made them while everyone was out."

"I love them," you told her truthfully. The two of them approached your group and crowned you all separately as you stood in the middle with Lexi to your right and Brad to your left. 

Jack stepped back, "Ladies and gentlemen, fellow students of Midtown High, let's hear it for the first winners of our very own theater games!"

Applause and cheering roared all around you. You smiled but then remembered something. Leaning to the side towards your friend, you whispered, "Hey Lex, what were you talking about with Mr. Morita, y'know, when you had to distract him for us?" She grinned at you evilly. "I told him that all the girls' bathrooms in the building should have a handful of free menstrual products because incidents happen every day and distract us from our schoolwork."

You threw your head back laughing as she laughed along with you. "Lexi! What did he say?"

"He got so flustered I barely kept him out of his office as long as I did." She told you and you laughed even more. "I can't believe you had the confidence to actually do that," you choked out between fits of laughter. Everyone was still clapping below you. She only shrugged, "Someone had to do it. I was just fortunate to be handed the opportunity." She said it so wisely, you didn't know whether to laugh some more or solemnly nod. 

You looked down at your watch and realized rehearsal had actually ended a few minutes ago. You stepped forward, "Thank you, everyone, really. I hope you all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast," you looked back at your friends and smiled, "but, as you know, all good things have to end. It's getting late and before we all start heading home I wanted to talk to you all about something,

"The day after tomorrow is the last rehearsal for us which really sucks because I always look forward to these things. No, seriously, sometimes they're the only thing to get me through the day." Chuckles and little shouts of agreement spread around the group, "And the day after that, is the long-awaited play we've all worked so hard on. And as much as I can't wait to see how amazing everyone's going to do," you looked at Lexi, who smiled right back, "I'll miss seeing your faces every day so, please, if you see me in the hall or in class or something, don't be a stranger. And at our next rehearsal, Mrs. Lightbody will definitely be back so I expect everyone to keep their mouths shut about today. Or none of us will live to make it to opening night."

Everyone clapped with a few people yelling things like "wWe'llmiss you too Y/N" and "Don't worry, this won't be the end of us!" that last one was Jack being as dramatic as ever. You laughed, "Great, now everyone, get your asses home before I get kicked off the cast for keeping you all too late."

Everyone was running around getting their things ready and you were about to do the same when you remembered something. "Hey Lace, Jack," you called them over, "what are you gonna do with everything?"

they looked at each other and smirked before looking back at you, "oh don't worry Y/N, that's for us to worry about." he told you, setting unease in your mind. 

You chuckled stiffly, "Um, well, be careful I guess?" They laughed, "Of course we will Y/N/N." Lacy said. 

"Ok, well then I'm gonna get going now, bye!" You waved at them and they both waved back. You stepped off the stage, grabbing your bag from the corners of the steps where you'd left it. You were almost at the door when you heard your name being called. Turning around you saw Brad 

"Oh, hey Davis," you smiled. "hey Y/N. I was wondering if I could walk home with you," and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounded a little nervous.

You laughed, "Of course, you can Brad," you started walking out the door, "unless you're trying to kidnap me then no." you deadpanned, making him laugh. He put up both hands, "Hey, my criminal record is clean and I plan on keeping it that way."

You were outside now and the roads were wet. Apparently, it had rained while you guys were getting it crazy back at school. You fake pouted, "Ugh, that sucks. I have a thing for bad boys," you smiled up at him widely. He dramatically threw his head to the side, getting rid of the hair that had fallen on his face. "Well, I'm as bad as they come."

"Oh?" you questioned, raising a brow. He nodded and leaned in, putting a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in your ear, "One time, I was trying to parallel park between two cars and I accidentally hit one of them so I got scared just and left."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god, I was not expecting that. BRAD! you committed a hit and run!" You laughed some more as he just shrugged, "What can I say? I'm just that cool." You fake swooned on him, throwing a hand on your forehead, "Oh my goodness Brad Davis, take me now!"

he laughed as you pushed yourself off him, laughing along with him. It was like that for the rest of the way and you realized how funny he was. He went along with all your bits (which was always appreciated) and made some himself. The walk went by quickly and was over faster than you would've liked. 

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment building, "Well this is me." Brad stopped beside you. "Y'know," you started, "you're way cooler than I thought Davis."

He laughed, "Glad you finally figured that out. Maybe we could do this again sometime?" 

You nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." He grinned, "Great." you two sat there just staring at each other for a few seconds, the only sound was water hitting the ground as it fell out of gutters, and when he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, a car honked and splashed the two of you, leaving the two of you soaked from the side. 

You squealed in surprise and laughed. "Holy shit! Well, my socks are ruined now." Brad laughed along and you missed the twinge of disappointment coating his features. "Well, see you tomorrow Brad!" you waved at him as you turned to walk into the building. 

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn't help the excitement still coursing through you. Maybe Spider-Man would pay you a visit. You had a lot to share after today.

read part 3 here !!

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[superficialdomina]

Awful things

Summary: A short alternate read on the "Terrible, awful things" moment in S2. GN reader.

Word count: 940

Warnings? Lots of Loki angst, implications of past trauma/pain. Spoilers for S2 I guess? No smut in this one (explicit or implied).

Note: I know this won't be for everyone, but I just wanted to give him this.

Lean hands gripped the controller, knuckles white.

Loki’s voice was even, despite the rising breathlessness. “I’ve done some terrible, awful things.”

X-5 gasped as the cube compressed, but Loki barely registered him over the ringing in his ears. The prisoner spoke again; Loki couldn’t make out the words, but he didn’t need to.

“Please tell me the truth.” There was a pain in Loki’s chest, a tightness constricting in parallel with the light cage in front of him. Hide it, his inner voice whispered. Be what they expect you to be. He pasted a carefully crafted sneer over his face.

“Well, if none of this is real, I guess you aren’t either.” The light behind his eyes was blinding, but it was almost over…

And then it was. Mobius was striding into the room; they had their answer. “Let’s go, Zaniac.” As Mobius and B-15 led X-5 from the room, Loki felt the familiar rush of blood thundering through his head. Sucking in breath, he sank to the floor.

***

Booted footsteps echoed as you negotiated the TVA corridors, dim lights bringing a familiar ache to your searching eyes. He must be here. Somewhere.

Another corner, another empty interrogation room – no, not empty. There, slumped against the wall. A pile of a man in a crumpled jacket.

Not a man, you heard his voice in your mind.

You dropped to one knee, facing him.

“Loki, it’s me,” you murmured, “It’s OK. I’ve got you.” You reached out and took his hands, which were surprisingly cold. He raised his eyes, and you gave a sharp inhale; they were red with grief. 

His hands shook as your fingers traced their thick veins, gripped his palms, helped him to stand. It was alarming, seeing him like this - his strength, his swagger, vanished. “I’ve got you,” you murmured again, and he took you at your word, letting his not insignificant weight fall against you as you half-led, half-carried him back through the maze of hallways.

At last, the door to your simple TVA living quarters closed behind you. Together you sank to the floor, his back to your chest, you supported by the bare, beige wall. You circled your arms around him, pulling him flush against you. And you waited.

Slowly, his breathing steadied; his trembling abated.

“What happened, Loki?” you whispered gently. “Tell me what happened in there?”

Loki slowly turned his head, resting his cheek against you. His eyes were closed as you soothingly carded your fingers through his inky hair. “X-5,” he muttered. “We – I – tortured…” Pain briefly twisted his beautiful features. “We interrogated him. It was… cruel.” He shuddered again.

You pressed the flat of your palms into his broad, solid chest. If I want it enough, can I be his armour? “You hurt him?” you ask quietly.

Disgust crossed his face again. “No,” he spat. “Not pain. Not really. But he… He was afraid. Terrified.”

You bit your lip in confusion. “Loki, I… I don’t understand. You didn’t hurt him? But that’s… That’s good, isn’t it?”

Loki opened his eyes, but he was staring at nothing. “He… believed… No, he knew I would hurt him.” He swallowed. “I watched a seal, once, being hunted by a pod of orcas. It was trapped on a shelf of ice, surrounded by predators. Nowhere to run. Nothing to think or feel but absolute, abject, terror. I saw that terror in X-5’s face. I smelled it. The fear of someone who knew he was going to die.”

It was your turn to shudder.

“Your reputation precedes you,” you said gently, understanding. You’d seen the footage. I don’t enjoy hurting people. It was necessary… for the illusion…

“Indeed,” he replied bitterly. “What’s that expression you’re so fond of? ‘Living down to their expectations’?”

“Loki, you didn’t hurt him.” You lifted his chin so that he met your eyes. “You could have. You didn’t.”

“I have done,” he began, “terrible, awful things -”

“Loki, stop.” You let a hint of steel through, a desperate attempt to reach him. “You’re spiralling.”

There was a pause as several breaths trembled through him. Considering at length all that he had done, all he had lost. What it had cost. When he did speak again, it was gut-wrenchingly quiet.

“I’m not – I don’t want to be – that man. Anymore.”

Nodding, you closed your eyes. “You choose your path, Loki, and I will walk it with you as long as I can.”

You’re not sure how long you sat like that; the two of you, pressed together, as if you could hold him long enough that all the pain of his eons-long life would bleed away. As if you could be the chrysalis he needed. You knew it would pass; Loki felt things fiercely, but eventually this, too, would be packaged up and added to the growing shadow he carried. As you sat, quietly listening to Loki’s breath become even, you thought about the other times he had come to you like this, twisted in self-curated torture at an act, a memory. It hurt, to watch him hurting. But you also realized what a deep privilege it was. What an honour, that he let you see him like this; bared, broken, exposed.  

Eventually, Loki pushed himself to seated, and turned to face you.

“Thank you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours, his nose grazing your cheek.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… I will be.” He stood, straightened, sweeping errant locks from his flushed face, shaking himself free of the residual cortisol like a cat after a fright. He offered his hand, and pulled you to standing.

“Dinner?”

“Italian?”

“Divine, my love.”

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[thewritetofreespeech]

hii! can you do a scenario about the obey me boys finding out MC wears glasses?

*insert anime glasses flash gif* it is done

Obey me + MC with Glasses

Lucifer

You rush down the hall, skipping as many steps as safely possible down the steps, to try and make it to the auditorium on time. A benchmark you were well past, but still holding out hope for.

You were supposed to meet Lucifer that morning, before school, to go over some of the details for the culture festival. But your alarm didn’t go off, and you had overslept, and now you were rushing to make up time.

“I’m here! I’m here!” The door made a loud clatter as you burst through it. Trying to catch your breath now that you had crossed the finish line.

“Your late.” Lucifer replied sternly. Apparently also cross. “Being on time is an important part of your commitments [Y/N]. It shows respect.”

“I know, I know.” You reply as you stood up straight. “I didn’t mean to. My alarm malfunctioned. It was an honest mistake.”

The eldest demon brother stared at you with a perplexed expression. “You’re wearing glasses.” He said finally. You which, you were very surprised, and nervously adjusted your frames out of habit.

“Y-Yeah. I am. I usually wear contacts, but I was in such a rush to get here I didn’t have time.”

Lucifer continued to stare at you for a moment before he smiled, “they look nice.” You blush at the compliment and fidget with your glasses again. “Despite that, please be on time for our next meeting. In contacts or glasses. You look nice either way, so your appearance is irrelevant as long as you’re here on time.”

“….thank you….” You supposed that was a compliment.

Mammon

“I’m gonna take one of these. One of these. Ooo…two of those.”

You walk behind Mammon with a grin as he went through the boutique like a kid in a candy store.

He’d just gotten paid from one of his new modeling gigs. Which meant that he was due for a reward, in his opinion. Which also meant that he was going to be broke again here in a few hours but….he was having fun.

“Oh hey, these are cute.” You turn towards the luxury eye wear display when a cute set of frames caught your eye.

Mammon seemed to pick up on your interest and came over. “What do you need those for?”

“Uh…to see…?” You reply as you try the frames on for size. Hmm….not a fit.

“You don’t wear glasses.” He replied with a know-it-all tone.

“Yes I do,” but he clearly didn’t know that. “I just usually contacts. Have you seriously never seen me in glasses?” You try on another pair and turn to him. Looking for his opinion. Mammon seemed so flustered though that he couldn’t get a word out.

“I-I…I knew that! I just meant…you don’t wear ‘em that often…so…so you don’t need new frames. But…if you really want those, I guess I’ll buy them for you. You should have only the best. To protect your eyes I mean!”

You giggle a little at Mammon’s floundering, and hand the frames back to the woman behind the counter to buy them. “Thank you Mammon.” You coo at him. The demon getting red at the tips of his ears as you continue shopping.

Levi

“I’m so excited we get to work on costume’s together [Y/N]!”

“Yeah! Me too!” You cheer along with Levi as you get ready to work. “It should be a fun performance. And the costumes that Asmo designed look really brilliant.”

Levi let out a small huff and crossed his arms. “I guess they’re ok. They don’t really capture the essence of the series though. Only the general design. Which is typical for a normie.”

You giggle at Levi’s otaku elitism. “Well, I’m sure your otaku love will pour into the costumes, and give them that flair that’s missing from the pictures.”

“Do you really think so [Y/N]?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course I do!” You said with encouragement. You then reach in your bag to pull out your glasses. “Ok! Let’s get to work.”

You looked over at Levi, who seemed stun into almost a petrified state. His blank expression just locked on you. “Levi? What’s wrong?”

After a long pause, he finally said, in a quiet voice, “….Hime-sama is wearing glasses…..”

“Oh, yeah. It’s a little easier to for me to see the stitch work with my glasses instead of my contacts. I thought you knew I wore glasses? I mean, I wear the color contacts for cosplay, and I’m really good at them. I thought that was a hint but….Levi!”

The demon had stopped listening halfway through your explanation as his nosebleed caused him to faint and pass out. Otaku Megane Overload.

Satan

Of course, everyone knew that Satan’s favorite thing to do was to read. Second to that was spending time with you.

He tried to deny it, that you were his priority, but you knew where you stood. You couldn’t beat the mythical love stories between pages. The bonds he had built over years with the characters in some of these books. But it was nice of him to act like you could.

In any event, you were both doing his favorite activities of spending time together and reading. If there had been a cat here, he could die a happy man.

“Could we turn up the light in here?” Satan looked up at your question perplexed. “It’s just that it’s kind of dark in here, which makes it kind of hard to see by candlelight.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Satan apologized. “I only have the candles unfortunately. I’ve never really liked modern lighting. It’s garish, and excess lighting can be damaging to the books. I can light more candles if it’s an issue.”

You sigh loudly, then rummage through your bag. “You and your gothic aesthetic.” You mutter as you put on your glasses, and tuck back in to reading.

“You wear glasses?” Satan asked. More perplexed than ever that he didn’t know that about you.

“Only when my eyes are strained, or lighting makes it difficult to see.”

The demon seemed torn between his desire not to bring you discomfort and his desire of finding something new about you. “Well, they look nice on you. They suit your face. Very…scholarly” He complimented.

“Thanks,” you reply, “that’s totally the look I was going for.”

You both chuckle for a moment before returning to your books. Spending the rest of the evening peacefully together.

Asmo

“[Y/N]-chaaaan!” Asmo called as he let himself into your room. “Are you ready to go?”

“In a second!” You call back from your closet. Merging a few minutes later with some different top options to try on. “I just need to pick out a shirt, shoes, and accessories, and then we can go.”

“So not done at all.” He bemoaned before shuffling over to your bed and dramatically flopping down on his back on top of the covers. “Oh well, I suppose beauty can’t be rushed.” There was a long pause, only the sound of the hangers in your hand clacking as you demoed each top, before Asmo popped up again. “Hey wait, are you wearing glasses?”

You turn to Asmo with a startled expression and touch your face. “Oh…yeah…” You forgot to take them off when he showed up. Usually you put your contacts in as part of your getting ready routine, but rushing around you forgot to take them off. Now Asmo knew your secret.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?!” He asked. Bounding off the bed and over to you. “Think of all the accessory options we have now! Plus, they look super cute on you.”

“I…I thought you’d make fun of me for wearing glasses.”

“Why in Devildom would I do that?” He asked. Seeming genuinely confused. Like it was never a thought to make fun of someone for their glasses, or hair color, or anything else about them. That just showed how beautiful of a person Asmo really was.

“Yeah, your right.” You agree. Adjusting your frames with a small smile. “You know what, I’m gonna wear them today. This will be a lot faster too. Let me finish getting ready and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Oh~!” Asmo beamed, before leaning in to give you a peak on the cheek and wait for you downstairs.

Beel

It was your turn on kitchen duty tonight, and you were trying a new recipe you found online.

“Ok…a pinch of salt….6 harlequin leaves….fire moss….”

“Hey [Y/N], you need some help?” Beel asked as he came into the kitchen.

“No! Out!” The demon stopped, like a startled deer, as you yelled at him and pointed for the door. “Last time you ‘helped’ you ate all my ingredients, raw, and broke two bowls. You can’t help me this time Beel.”

Beel hung his head and shoulders a little at being scolded. Looking like a sad, wounded puppy with it’s tail between his legs. “Ok [Y/N], I’m sorry. I just wanted to help….”

You sigh heavily, feeling bad now, and call to him before he could make it to the door. “Wait Beel. I’m sorry. You can help.” The redhead immediately perked up and came over. “But no eating the ingredients.”

Beel nodded enthusiastically as he posted up beside you. “What are you making?”

“This new recipe I found on Devilgram.” You show him your phone with a picture of the final result, and he already started to drool. “But it’s a little complicated. No like…complicated, complicated. The instructions are easy. Just precise. So it’s hard to-“You’re wearing glasses.”

You stop your rambling when Beel cut in. Having put your glasses back on your nose as you were talking. “Oh. Yeah. I don’t need them all the time, but the font is really small on my phone. Helps to see it a bit better.”

“Can I try them?” The tried-and-true question of all non-glasses wearers.

You take them off and hand them to Beel. He carefully took them in both hands and put them on. “How do I look?”

Your immediate thought was ‘cute’, but you decided to go with, “very distinguished.” Which made Beel’s chest puff up. “Now, give those back so I can read the recipe. Or we’ll never have dinner ready.” He immediately handed them back.

Belphie

You opened your eyes with a flutter. Confused where you were for a moment before you let out a groan. Realizing you had fallen asleep.

“Belphie get up.” You urge in a groggy tone and give the demon a nudge. “We fell asleep.”

“Uh, yeah.” Belphie replied before breaking into a yawn. “It’s kind of my thing.”

You sigh and roll over to the edge of the bed. “Ok. We were only out for an hour. So we still have time to study before we head downstairs for dinner.”

“Are you wearing glasses?”

You stop as you realize you had gone through your morning routine without thinking about it. Putting on your glasses before you get started for the day. “Yeah. What about it?”

Belphie reached out and carefully took your glasses from your face. Trying them on. “Oh wow. You can’t see at all.” He stated as his eyes adjust to the frames. “Like…not see at all. How do you not run into more stuff?”

“I’m not blind!” You argue.

“Barely.” He retorted, and gave you your glasses back. “Ugh. Now I have a headache. I’m gonna lay down for another hour until it passes.”

“Belphie, no! We have to get up and study. The test is in two days and we need to…..” He was already snoring half-way through your speech. Pinning you down with his arm across your waist.

You sigh again, then pull out your textbook. If you were going to be trapped, might as well make use of the time.

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They're open yay omg!! Ok I had a cute idea for Rodrick Heffley if you're up for it! :)

Rodrick x Male!Reader where reader sings him 'boyfriend' by Big Time Rush the same way that Rodrick sang 'baby' by Justin Bieber for that one girls birthday (I literally don't remember her name lol but also it doesn't have to be his birthday) but like, it doesn't end as badly as it did for him lmao

Idk if they should be an established relationship between him and reader or if this is like readers confession so ill let you choose what you feel like writing for!

Boyfriend (Rodrick Heffley X Male!Guitarist!Reader)

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Summary: While waiting for your friends to show up to band practice, you decide to show Rodrick a new song you’ve been working on.

A/N: this is my first time writing for rodrick so pls lmk how i did! au where reader wrote ‘boyfriend’ instead of btr (with a few tweaks). rodrick and reader are in the talking stage (i dont wanna say situationship but ig that works lol) but their friends dont know about it. the only instrument i know about is the violin so sorry if i get anything wrong. also i think doing singing in stories/fics is kinda weird/awkward but whatever lol

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You always cherished the few minutes you had alone with Rodrick during band practice. Sure, you liked your other friends. But there was something about being able to watch Rodrick not put on the whole ‘bad boy rocker’ persona that he was used to wearing. Around you, he felt like he could wind down and not think as much.

Although, he didn’t think too much in the first place.

“I think we have a real shot at winning this talent show,” Rodrick said, drumming a beat on your thigh as he watched you tune your guitar. “We just need to practice more.”

“Well, I think we sound fine right now.”

“We don’t need to sound fine; we need to sound great!”

“Chill out, Roddy.” You said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s a month away; we have plenty of time.”

“Don’t call me that.” Despite his words, the corner of Rodrick’s lip twitched up at the nickname. You were the only one who called him that. At first, he didn’t like it; it wasn’t a hardcore rocker name. But soon, he found himself getting giddy at the softness of it. “I guess you’re right, though.” 

Rodrick strummed his fingers across the strings of your guitar, laughing when you slapped his hand away.

“Work on anything new lately?” He asked, looking up at you from his hunched-over position. Along with being the guitarist, you were one of the main songwriters in Löded Diper, having many one-on-one writing sessions with Rodrick. That’s how the two of you grew closer, going from childhood friends playing on slides to somewhere between friends and something more, playing songs. Secret handshakes turned to lingering touches, and loud laughs turned to whispered jokes.

You were a bit hesitant to answer. You had been working on some new songs, but they didn’t exactly fit the Löded Diper brand. They were love songs, most, if not all, written with Rodrick in mind. 

“Kind of.” You finally say, picking at a frayed edge of your jeans. Rodrick perked up, always loving your new material.

“Yeah? Show me!”

“It’s not exactly like the stuff we play.” You argue, a bit anxious at the thought of Rodrick hearing what you had been toying with recently. “Besides, it’s not finished.”

Rodrick just shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

“Show me anyway.”

You hated how you could never say no to those eyes. You sighed and finally agreed, fiddling with your guitar while trying to remember the chords.

“No laughing.” You say.

“When do I ever laugh at you, Y/n?”

“All the time.” With that, you started playing. You gave Rodrick a nervous glance before clearing your throat and singing.

“Have you ever had the feeling you’re drawn to someone?

And there isn’t anything they could of said or done?

And everyday I see you on your own

And I can’t believe that you’re alone

But I overheard your friends and this is what they said”

Looking over at Rodrick, you saw him intently listening. Any other time, you’d be prideful of the fact that all his attention was on you. But right now, it made you wanna run. But you stayed planted in your seat and continued with the song.

“That you’re looking for a boyfriend

I see that, gimme time, you know I’m gonna be there

Don’t be scared to come put your trust in me

Can’t you see all I really want to be

Is your boyfriend

Can’t fight that

Knock me down you know I’m coming right back

I don’t care at all what you done before

All I really want is to be your

Boyfriend”

You let the last chord ring out before you set your guitar down and cleared your throat.

“So, yeah…” Rodrick kept staring at you. “That’s… the song.”

Rodrick scooted closer to you, and you lifted your head to face him eye-to-eye.

“Did you write that about me?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You bit your lip, watching how his hair fell from the movement.

“Depends.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Did you like it?”

Suddenly, Rodrick laughed. It made you stiffen, but you soon relaxed when he put a hand on the back of your neck.

“You’re so corny, dude.” He said before closing the gap between you. 

After the shock washed away, you gripped at his hair and ratty t-shirt, wanting to keep him close. You had come close to kissing Rodrick a few times, mainly while drunk at parties that you shouldn’t have been at or during writing sessions that eventually got interrupted by Rodrick’s younger brother Greg. But those close moments didn’t prepare you for how good the real thing felt.

When you parted, you rested your forehead on Rodrick’s as the two of you caught your breath. You opened your eyes and moved back a bit so you could see him clearly.

“So…” You start, not knowing what to do from here. “Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

“Sure.” Rodrick snorted before kissing you again.

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[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Excuse the extremely detailed request, but if you are ok with it, could you do a Black Hat x reader oneshot where the reader is a demon/eldritch abomination similar to Black Hat and they work for him and they both have feelings for eachother but neither of them say anything for a long time and it eventually takes reader getting injured in some way for him to confess to her?

For some background to where the idea came from, My horse pushed me over the other day into a patch of nettles and they stung my hand and arm pretty bad and I had a reaction that meant I needed to get antihistamines from the doctor because it was so bad. while I was recovering, I was struggling to do everyday tasks as the grip in my hand was affected, and I kept dropping stuff and not able to grip thinklgs like door handles properly! It got me thinking how would our favourite eldritch horror react if the person he secretly cared about was injured? Not enough to put them out of action completely, but more just an inconvenience that was affecting their day to day life?

I also remember thinking at one point "what if he kissed it better? Like, his kisses literally made it better? eldritch saliva having healing properties or something?" Idk. It popped into my head and it seemed like an interesting concept at the time!

Sorry if this is too detailed or weird! You don't have to write it if you don't want to! I just don't see many active blogs that write for Black Hat at the moment!

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Oh no! Hope you're feeling better now! Bad horse!

Sorry this is so late btw... it's been sat half finished in my drafts since before Christmas! 😱

Hope this will suffice! It's been too long since I've written anything other than headcanons!! I think the extra detail and context actually helped me write this, so thanks!

CW: mildly suggestive? If you squint? Thought I'd mention it just in case. Eldritch abomination licks your hand. So if that makes anyone uncomfortable, I guess... 🤷

Anyhow, without further ado:

CRASH!

That was the fourth time you'd dropped something today. Luckily though, it was almost time for you to retire from your cleaning duties for the night, but before you had chance to pick up the dropped items, Black Hat growled at you, his fangs showing in a vicious snarl. "What's wrong with you?! you're being even more of a klutz than usual."

You growled back, not intimidated in the least by the other eldritch creature. "I hurt my hand earlier, but what do you care?"

Black Hat huffed and rolled his eyes, his voice becoming softer than you though possible for him: "Why didn't you say something? What did you do?" he put his pen down and turned to face you fully; 'was he actually implying he was going to listen to me?' You thought in disbelief.

"I fell in some of those damned 'killer nettles' of yours when I went out to fetch something." You snarled back, fangs showing slightly in agitation, though any malice remaining in your voice no longer directed at the other Demon but at yourself for your own clumsiness.

His face dropped, the remainder of his malevolent snarl transforming to a look of pure worry, something that looked unsettlingly foreign coming from him: "You bloody idiot! Why didn't you tell me? Those things cause paralysis, you're lucky you're not human, or you'd likely be unable to move for days at the very least. You could be dead!"

You were taken aback by his clear concern, thoughts rushing through your head 'Was he alright? This wasn't like him. Was this even Black Hat sat in front of you right now?' You looked at him not quite sure what to say or do. "Sir?"

"Come here. And don't call me 'sir' when we're alone." His voice was quiet, and despite maintaining his usual air of confidence, the eldritch being refused eye contact, instead looking to the papers on his desk.

"But Si- Black Hat..." as if you were not already confused, his lack of spite really threw you off guard.

"Just come here, will you?" he held out a gloved hand to you. "I just want to check the damage it's done. I'm not going to bite you." If you didn't know better, you'd have said that a small smirk played on his lips at that last comment.

Hesitantly, you took a step toward him, reaching out your injured hand to rest it in his outstretched one. The moment your hands came into contact with each other, he gently pulled you over to where he was sat, the suddenness of the movement causing you to lose your balance and fall into his lap.

Black Hat grinned. "Not so bad, was it? Now, let me see the damage." He turned your hand over in his own, which was surprisingly warm. You'd always imagined he'd be cold for some reason...

You breathed an internal sigh of relief when his attention was no longer on your face and instead on your hand, for by now, you were certain your face had become a shade of red to rival a tomato.

"It could have been a lot worse, but luckily for you, your reactions seem similar to my own. Without treatment, it should return to normal in a few days." he looked back up at you after assessing the damage done to your hand, "but..." and he paused, bringing your injured hand up to his lips and softly kissed the stinging wound.

If you weren't blushing before, you sure as hell were now. 'Who was this man? And what had he done with my boss?' You thought, a mild panic seeping into you at the out of character display of affection.

Ok, so it was no big secret that you had a crush on the other demon, so needless to say, you quite enjoyed the affection he was practically showering you with - for him at least - but it still seemed wrong, or at least a little off; this was not like Black Hat at all.

You opened your mouth to speak, only to shut it again, unable to form words as his forked tongue slipped out to gently lick the stinging red patch covering the palm of your hand and part of your wrist, all the time maintaining eye contact. Despite the embarrassing position, you were beyond grateful for the fact that you were sitting down as you was positive that, had you been standing, your legs would have given out the moment his lips touched your skin.

"... But, with the appropriate remedy, it should be better by tomorrow morning." The eldritch creature smiled, actually smiled - not his usual malevolent, twisted grin - at you. "As you know, to lesser beings, an eldritch being such as myself's saliva is positively lethal, but to a creature of a similar nature, it has rather potent healing properties." The eldritch's arm around your waist tightened slightly, pulling you back against his firm chest.

"Black -" your voice was barely above a whisper, too stunned to say much else.

He purred quietly next to your ear in response before nuzzling into your neck affectionately. "You have no idea what you do to me, my dear."

his quiet voice, along with his breath fanning over your burning skin, sent pleasant shivers down your spine, and it took all of your willpower not to lean back and melt completely into his warm embrace. "wha-what's got into you, sir? Are y-are you feeling alright?"

"Never better, my love..." He hummed, leaning his chin on your shoulder. "I regret not telling you sooner, it's been torturing me since you came to work for me..." he paused for a moment as if considering whether to actually tell you or not. "...I love you."

those three words stunned you into complete silence. what had Demencia put in his coffee?!

"Sir... I-I'm not sure what is wrong with you, but you are not yourself... I think maybe I should get Flug." not that you didn't like the attention you were getting from your boss, just that it was not like him at all and you were by now convinced that somebody (Demencia) had somehow gotten him drunk for some terrible prank.

"Look, don't get Flug there's nothing he can do. It is true that I love you and I have ever since you came to work for me..." it was Black Hat's turn to avoid eye contact. "I know, you find it hard to believe, and so did I for a long time, but I guess flug has his uses after all, as it was his slip up that gave me the confidence to finally confess." The eldritch abomination suddenly didn't seem so terrifying to you. In fact, he seemed, dare you think, quite sweet.

You finally gave in and melted into his embrace; "I love you too, Black Hat." You brought your hand up to the side of his head and tilted your own so that your lips met his own.

#my writing #black hat #black hat x reader #villainous #villanos #x reader

[nescence]

Closer

Rafe × Fem!Reader

Summary ↓

You and Rafe had been friends for years, everything seemed platonic. Until that one night you both got high - everything became harder to control.

Total words: 6.2k

Warnings: Drug use, Underage drinking, 18+ Smut, Masturbation, Toy use, Language.

“Listen- Rafe” you join him on the couch “I promise you it’s gonna be fun ok?” He only sighs rolling his eyes. You’ve been trying to convince him to come to the bonfire since yesterday.

“I said no. A no is a no Y/N why can’t you get that?” He runs his hands through his hair, leaning forward and placing both hands on his knees, he simply rubs his face turning his head to you. “I just got some shit to deal with right now” He finally looks you in the eyes, noticing your concerned frown only to look away “I…don't have time” he declares.

“It’s the fact that you have shit deal with that you should come, Rafe. Topper and Kelce are gonna be there— I’m gonna be there” You watch him flop back onto the couch in defeat “What are you scared of?” You study him, watching him frown at your words - that certainly got him.

“What? Nothing” he scoffs, your brows perking up finally getting an idea. You grin slowly getting off the couch “Orr…is it cause the Pogues are coming?” He watches you turn back looking at him as if you’re interrogating him. “Are you scared of the pogues?” Your mouth widens, putting on a show to annoy him - he glares at you shaking his head “Y/N…don’t start”.

You only shrug at him innocently, turning a heel to make your way to the kitchen mumbling loud enough for him to hear “It’s alright if you’re a pussy Rafe nobody’s gonna judge”.

“Fuck you. Fine I’ll come”

You’re successful, always targeting each other's strength and boldness was a thing between you. There’s never been a day that went by without you both daring each other to do something to test the other - the person who started it of course being Rafe Cameron himself.

You smirk, throwing him a packet of sweets you took from the drawer. “That’s what I thought,” you notice him on his phone since he didn’t catch it, his body simply tenses, running his hands through his hair again.

He stands up about to rush out only to turn back to get the sweets, pausing for a moment he stares at you real quick “I gotta go do something” he stated and with no further explanation he’s out the door, your eyes lingering at it.

You sigh, continuing the task you had at hand.

“Idiot” you mumble. Knowing Rafe for all these years you can tell when something is off, being more of a quiet person you easily read people's body language and Rafe is the one person you hang out with the most. You practically know his mood easily - like this week, he’s been grumpy and on edge. Your only way to get him a little less tense was the bonfire, which isn’t your best choice but what other options have you got?

•••

The time for the bonfire finally came, you were with some girls drinking. Despite being friends with Rafe you like to stay out of his circle - Topper and Kelce - the only time you ever chill with them is when you’re with Rafe, but he also respects that you don’t like them very much so he doesn’t bring them along with him sometimes.

While you scan the crowd for any sign of him, you’re trapped by some beautiful eyes. Eyes you didn’t notice were on you until now, his gaze shifting up and down taking in your appearance - from your hair to your face down to your fit. You notice a small smile on his face, your eyes never shifting from each other, completely alienated from the conversations you were both having.

“Hey Y/N. like the dress” your eye contact is soon forced to be broken when your attention is caught by a familiar voice. You turn with a smile “JJ…thank you? I guess” He wriggles his brows, and your smile only widens at his behaviour, a chuckle escaping when he’s dragged away by his friend, Pope.

You turn back to face the girls, noticing their demeanour change and eyes shift to look back. You frown, turning to see what caught their eyes.

You smirk “Look who finally decided to show up” you tease, he takes his place next to you rolling his eyes at your remark before glancing in a certain direction.

“What was he saying to you,” he asks, and you look at JJ who currently had his arm around his friend. You shake your head shifting your eyes to JJ “Nothing, he just complimented my dress”.

He hums, opening his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by someone.

“Hey man. Didn’t think you were coming” Topper greets Rafe, with a handshake Kelce following along. “Yeah…gotta thank Y/N for that” Rafe grins, making his friends stare at you, flashing you a friendly smile which you return “I got my ways,” you say smugly, causing them to grin widely.

You all converse, talking about what you’ve been doing recently along with an uncomfortable conversation chatting absolute shit about the pogues that you did not want to be a part of.

“Oh Y/N” Kelce catches your attention, Rafe and Topper also, pointing at the distance which you all turned to look. “That guy been staring at you the whole time” You made eye contact with the pretty eyes from before, a smile forming on your face which he returned while drinking a cup. Rafe and Topper both coo.

“Y/N I uh…think you got an admirer there” Topper comments, Rafe nudges you with a smirk.

“Why don’t you go on and talk to him” You glare at him, and he wriggles his brows nodding towards the guy.

“Rafe— shut up” You attempt to hide your smile, with an irritated look.

“Woah” he exclaims the other two joining in, encouraging you to speak to him.

Rafe lets out a dramatic sigh placing a hand on Topper’s shoulder to lean on.

“It’s fine guys she’s just being a pussy” he smirks at his words watching you scoff “Don’t even dare start that” you warn him, but he just continues “No-no” he faces the other two, pointing at you with the cup in his hand “you know she’s never been in a relationship before soo…” he cocks his head when he looks at you “she’s a bit scared” he takes a sip, watching you purse your lips while nodding your head. He got you back.

“Fuck it— Fine I’ll talk to him” You turn to walk away, walking towards the guy and not sparing the guys currently cheering behind you a look.

You can’t lie when you said you were nervous, he was smirking watching you walk towards him - no hesitation to blatantly check you out - the minute you stood right In front of the man, you were suddenly confident the moment you both say Hi to one another.

While you chit-chat with him, laughing at his jokes. You catch Rafe watching you, his body facing away, but his head slightly tilted to face you both. You catch him smiling at you proudly which almost warms your heart, you smile back at him and soon he looks away joining his conversation again.

Time passes, and you and the guy, Jack, exchange numbers before parting ways. You were getting tired and needed to go home - Rafe catches up, walking beside you towards your car. “Y/N” he begins, you hum in response

“You think uhm…it’s fine if…” he steps in your way, making you stop frowning at his sudden behaviour.

“What?” You ask him softly, he was nervous to ask you.

“You think I can stay over at yours for a while? He blurts out, you chuckle instantly making him look at you confused.

“You were nervous to ask me that?” You scoff, Patting his arm as you walk past “Of course, you can— c’mon” You beckon him to get into the car, and he smiles jogging to the other side of the car before getting into the passenger seat. He frowns at himself, why was he nervous? He’s known you all these years and not once have you let him down, whenever he needed you. You’ve been there, always such a good friend to him despite what he’s like. Hell, he found it unbelievable when your mum was fond of him even with all the rumours about him. Drugs, fighting anything negative all about him. But yet you and your mum welcome him with open arms…unlike his own family.

•••

The next day comes by quickly and goes by quickly. You were currently finishing helping your mum out with painting the walls. The sun was still up, and you had nothing to do apart from watching a movie probably with Rafe - after letting him crash at your house he didn’t explain why. But you could easily figure out that Ward had probably kicked him out or they had an argument.

“Hey, Rafe!” You catch him running down the stairs in a hurry.

“Yeah?” He speaks, still moving quickly he grabs his coat putting it on barely. “You wanna buy some snacks to watch a movie later?” You ask sweetly, waiting for an answer. He sighs simply gazing into your eyes and looking away “Fine, but we gotta go somewhere first” You nod happily, grabbing the keys from the tabletop next to the door and rushing to the car.

“Bye Mum ~”

“Bye” you hear her shout from a distance, walking to the driver's seat and Rafe joining next to you.

“So where we going?” You start the car.

“Barry’s,” he says as he fixes up his jacket, you pause giving him a look “Rafe…” you speak in a low tone.

“Yeah I know I said I’d get clean. But this is the last time ok?” He reassures you, and you say nothing but start driving. He’s just saying that to make you shut up, but drugs are a massive problem of his and he needs to lay off them. He doesn’t plan on that even if he wants to.

You both arrive at Barry’s, him already standing outside. He smirks recognising your car. The minute you step out of the car he walks up to you both, spreading his arms out.

“Would you look at that? Country club brought his lil buddy along” He looked at Rafe then you. You nod

“This lil buddy got a name. I’m sure you know” You force a smile, gaining a chuckle from Barry. Rafe gives him a knowing look, Barry scoffing.

“You know you're getting no drugs with my money, country club” Barry crosses his arms, you notice Rafe looking on edge and you instantly know what’s up; you turn your heel to go back to the car, reaching for your bag in the back seat. Rafe chuckles nervously “C’mon man you know I’ll pay you back later just let me off”

Barry laughs mockingly “oh nah you know I can’t do that country club. Remember the last time I let you pay me back later?” Rafe purses his lips, taking a step forward and whispering just so you don’t hear, “Look, man. I’ll get it tonight, ok?” Barry raises a brow, grinning, causing his one golden tooth to reveal itself.

“You really crazy you know that? That’s why I like You Country Club” He backs away about to run back inside but he’s stopped by you.

“Here. No need for tonight” You hand him a stack of cash, Both he and Rafe looking at you in silence. He glances at Rafe and back at you in amusement.

“Looks like lil buddy saved you today huh?” The moment he’s about to take the money, Rafe snatches your hand by the wrist yanking it towards him. “What the hell are you doing?” He speaks through clenched teeth, his grip on your hand not loosening.

“I’m helping your ass, Rafe.” You squint your eyes at him mildly, attempting to snatch your hand back only for him to yank it back harder. You hear Barry go “Oh ~” clearly entertained by the sight in front of him.

“You don’t know what you’re doing Y/N” Rafe mumbles, you scoff at his words.

“Me?! Should I remind you of the last time you got burned and your bike got taken away? And why? Because you, Rafe Cameron. Didn’t know what the fuck you were doing.” he goes silent, his grip loosening. “Hmm. That’s what I thought” You finally free yourself from his grip, handing Barry the money which he nods in thanks going off to take the drugs. He comes back in like two minutes handing Rafe the drugs.

The ride to the store and back home was silent, you didn’t care but Rafe was mad at the stunt you pulled.

“You know normal people would be saying thank you”

You attempt to start up a conversation, but he doesn’t reply. “You planning on giving me the silent treatment like I’m your boyfriend right now?” You almost laugh at your words, glancing at him but he doesn’t give a reaction. Again.

You take a deep breath “Rafe—“

“I’ll pay you back soon. I’m sorry” he mumbles the last two words, you smile, quickly looking at him and then back at the road. “What? I didn’t hear that last part”

“I said I’m sorry alright? Don’t make me say it again” He rolls his eyes, looking out the window.

There are some minutes of silence when Rafe then reaches into his pocket.

“Y/N”

“Hmm?” You glance over to see him shake the bag of coke. Your expression drop while his lit up. You’ll never understand his quick switch of emotions.

“No, not while I’m driving” he chuckles, shaking his head as if you said something stupid.

“No, of course I mean when we get to yours” you could see him smiling from the corners of your eye. You shake your head; him throwing his back to rest on the seat.

“Please. Don’t be a wuss with me” he whines.

“Bro. I'm not. I'm actually looking out for both of us cause if my mum finds out not only would she kill me. She would kill you too”

He shrugs. “We have to make sure she doesn’t find out then” you finally make the turn to your house. Considering it, you park the car and step out. Walking into the house to see your mum already watching one of her favourite shows.

“You two are finally back” she stands up excited, not to see you but to see her snacks. You bring out your hand with her bag of snacks in which she happily takes. Rafe nudges you, still adamant about the drugs and you roll your eyes nodding your head which makes him give you one mischievous smile. “Ok you two get lost I gotta watch my show, take your shoes off” she waves you away and you both run upstairs.

You walk into your room, Rafe following from behind and locking the door. Flopping onto the bed you switch on your TV opening up Netflix. It doesn’t take Rafe long to sit at your desk and put a line of cocaine on, while you’re taking out the snacks he sniffs it up in an instant, leaning back and closing his eyes as it takes effect.

You suddenly get a ping on your phone, grinning when you see who’s texted.

“What? Is it that Jack guy from last night?” He turns around to see you cross legged on your bed, typing,

“Yeah. He asked me if we can go tomorrow” you bite your lip, Rafe pausing for a moment. “Already? That’s kinda…” he leans down to sniff the second line he made “weird…” he mumbles but you only hum not focus much on your conversation.

He finally stands up, beckoning to come over.

“Your turn. C’mon” you type something back real quick, dropping your phone and walking towards the desk to sit down. Rafe places his hand on your back grinning.

“Just like you did last time, k?” He rubs your back watching you sniff in the lines, his grin widening by the second. “Thaaaats it’s…good girl” he pays you on the back. “Whoo! That’s it Y/N” he exclaims, you giggling at his state.

You stand up, heading towards your bed. Rafe points at the TV when he sees something that catches his eye.

“That put that on” he taps onto it, and you nod clicking onto it.

You giggle, flopping back onto the bed.

“I’m going on a date~~” you sing song, Rafe turns to watch you roll on the bed, scoffing.

“Yeah…who knew you’ll finally get some dick” he chuckles walking to the edge of your bed, you nod, hiding your head into the pillow. “Finally…it’s been so long…I need some action” you suddenly yelp, feeling your legs being pulled and you’re brought to the edge of the bed where Rafe is. He gets on his knees. “since when. ‘Has it been a while’ when you’ve never even kissed someone before” he teases you, standing up to walk towards the desk and get the bag. But he stops.

“You don’t even know how to kiss do you?” He chuckles at himself, going through your drawers. You asked Rafe to help you pick out an outfit. But to him he thinks he should pick your underwear too.

“Of course I know how to ki— Rafe! don’t go in there…” you whine when he opens it, he lets out a breath in disbelief reaching in and grabbing something. He pulls out a vibrator “since when.”

You cover your face in embarrassment “none of your business” you let yourself fall back.

“I guess being a virgin for this long is catching up to you” you hear him close the drawer. Grinning to yourself “oh Rafe…you don’t know anything” you laugh making him frown at you, he walks over crouching in front of you.

“Tell me” he demands, you shake your head.

“No that’s embarrassing…but I can show you” you push yourself up, hands running through his hair, wriggling your brows at him. He scoffs holding your bare thigh where he made a line on, he holds onto your other thigh, dangerously close to your ass, getting on his knees to lean in.

“Yeah? Show me then” he sniffs the line off your thigh. You tow hands cupping his face and bringing it up to face you. He stares at you dazed, the golden hour making his eyes glow beautiful.

“Really? I’m not joking” you lean closer biting your lips and giggling, almost mesmerised by him.

Your eyes fall to his lips, then back at his eyes, still staring at you looking droopy.

“Go on—

You didn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence, your lips crash onto his, locking instantly and almost moulding into one, he has both hands on your thighs to keep balance. For the next five seconds it was just your lips smacking together, you pull away, Rafe unconsciously chasing you lips. He eyes your eyes the moment he opens his - his mouth slightly hangs open before regaining his senses and pulling away.

You wait for him to say something, he backs away leaning back and using both his hands to keep him up.

“That was…” your brows perk up, “shit. You're a terrible kisser”

Your shoulders go down disappointed, you scowl at him.

“Lil shit!” You suddenly pounce on him, pulling him for another kiss, his hands automatically wrap around you making you both fall to the floor but that doesn’t stop you. Once again your lips are smacking against each other, his hand travels down to your ass lightly squeezing it which causes you to moan into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, you deepen the kiss, you don’t know if it’s the drugs or you but you’re so horny right now. You’ve always had a high sex drive for someone who’s only done it once - it was shit - you could easily get wet by either thinking or reading something you found hot.

And kissing Rafe. You definitely feel something, you feel everything all at the same time with him. Sometimes you’ve always considered asking him to take your virginity, but that never came. Now he could possible be your second fuck and you don’t mind, Rafe Cameron has always been on your mind free of charge. Even if you deny it when you’re sober, you simply won’t even try to now that you’re high.

You take the hand placed on your ass, guiding it up your shirt to hold you boobs, he massages them through the bra, a tingly feeling forming at the pit of your stomach. You hands reach down to unzip his pants, kissing his neck which he accepts with eyes closed, he breathes in heavily feeling your hand graze his boner.

“Shit…” he groans, feeling you rubbing on him, suddenly realising what’s happening his eyes shoot open “Shit” he says, his voice sounding composed and serious. His hand reach your wrists, stopping you and flipping you both over, him now being above you.

“W-what?” You blink at him with confusion. He nearly goes in for a kiss when he sees your lips plump and wet. Put pulls back getting off you, you sit up just like him.

“Y/N you’re high. Don’t do something you’ll regret” he’s frowning, fully serious now but you don’t get the message. “Rafe…c’mon now I wont regret it” you place your hand on his, squeezing it. He simply glances at the hand on his and back on you.

“You don’t know that. You’re high” he emphasises leaning in for a second before getting up, you watch him go over to your bed to pick up the remote and turn the TV off.

“Sleep it off.” He places the remote onto the night stand, clearing your bed, and simply turns around to walk out.

“Good night” he speaks softly as if he’s just realise how harsh he was with it.

•••

The next morning you wake up on the floor with a pounding headache and pain all over your body. You get up slowly, your hand placed on your head rubbing it as if that’ll make It better.

“What the fuck” you groan, wincing at the pain.

There’s a knock on your door and it opens showing your mother. “Y/N—- what are you doing on the floor” she looks at you as if you’re crazy, you massage your temples. “I don’t know, I guess the movie was that good?” You question, she simply shrugs.

“Yeah I came to check on you. You normally wake up earlier” she points at the clock showing 12:01, you squint confused and she only sighs “breakfast is downstairs ready. And— don’t eat everything save some for Rafe” she points at you as if you were guilty. The minute she closes the door, his name rings in your ear. Your eyes widening remembering last night.

You kissed. Twice. You kissed his neck, he grabbed your ass, sniffed off your thigh, and found your vibrator. Your heart sank completely. Groaning this time not from the pain but from embarrassment, shame and frustration.

How can you face him now? What does he think?…did he like it? Cause you know you enjoyed that.

You place both hands on your cheek, patting it a few times to regain your composure. You simply convinced yourself he probably doesn’t remember, which you know is utter bullshit but that saves you from stressing for the entire day.

You get up on your feet, making your way out your room and into the bathroom. Automatically freezing in place when you make eye contact with Rafe who just got out of the shower, your eyes scan over his body, letting out a shriek before stepping out and slamming the door, you take quick steps to your room, leaving the door slightly open so you can see when he steps out.

You find yourself pacing back and forth, biting your thumb and glancing at the bathroom door which hasn’t budged since. You grow impatient waiting for him to get out but there is no way in hell you’re confronting him in person - not after last night and certainly not after that just happened.

You take a deep breath coming to a conclusion, walking over to your desk taking your phone in hand and clicking onto his name to text him, he always had his phone while in the bathroom.

‘You out yet?’ You send it , dropping your phone and patiently waiting for it to light up. Minutes go by and he hasn’t replied, you groan forcing yourself to leave your room but you're stopped by Rafe who was standing in your doorway. You gasp, not expecting him to be standing there, half naked and staring at you attempting to hide his amusement.

“You can go in now. Still don’t know why you had to text me” He grins watching you go right past him to the bathroom. You slam the bathroom door shut. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed it. But it made you glad he wasn’t being all distant and weird about everything that happened last night. You blink, staring in the mirror while multiple images of his naked body pop up in your brain.

You splash your face with water when you feel it heating up.

“Fuck…fuck fuck fuck” you chant in frustration, you know yourself. And you know you’ll never get that image out of your mind, and you have a date today. How could you go on a date with another man in your mind? The other man being Rafe.

The whole day you’ve been out, that's the only way to distract yourself from Rafe. But you’d always find yourself spacing out in your own world, your own imaginations of him and you doing the most filthy things possible. Your legs squeeze underneath the table unconsciously. You felt your stomach turn thinking of his hands all over your body, his hands massaging your boobs, how he would feel inside you. All throughout the day those sinful thoughts and images kept you feeling hot and heated.

You could feel your underwear getting wetter and wetter each hour and soon, each second. You were out of control, your hormones - everything.

Rafe rafe rafe rafe.

He’s been taunting you all fucking and day and he’s probably been going on absolutely unbothered like he was this morning.

But you were wrong.

He’s stayed up all night thinking about the kiss, the kiss he wishes he should’ve gone along with. But he knew it was wrong to let it escalate while you were high - who knew whether you actually wanted that to happen, and clearly from your reaction this morning you probably regret it.

His only way to feed his desires was to wank off all night and still. That wasn’t enough. He could sniff up coke and that wouldn’t be enough to get rid of you.

He's on the couch, his leg bouncing up faster the more he thinks about you.

“You good man? You’ve been acting on edge the whole day” Topper walks in with two bottles of beer, placing one down in front of Rafe who doesn’t even bat an eye at it or him. Rafe simply nods, leaning forward and placing both hands on his knees, he has a nail between his teeth not look at Topper who looks at him concerned.

“Look man…” he begins, his legs still bouncing up. He stares at the table, Topper patiently waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. He simply chuckles to himself, licking his lips and finally looking at Topper who stares at him, absolutely confused and concerned.

“Nevermind…I gotta go uhh do something” Rafe gets up, rushing out and not sparing his friend a glance or elaboration. He’s losing control and he needs to fix it.

•••

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, book on your chest. He was still on your mind, you weren’t getting any less turned on.

Your eyes close, his face appearing blurred but soon focusing, showing him right above you smiling warmly. He soon leans down to kiss you, trailing the kisses down to your neck, then stomach. He pulls your shorts down, placing a kiss on your underwear before sliding that off too, and with a lick he sends chills up your spine.

You bite your lip feeling your finger slide up and down your pussy, playing with yourself, feeling how wet you were before sliding one in. You gasp lightly, your arm going over your face, you slip another finger in thrusting them in and out at a steady pace. Your back arches feeling a pile of butterflies form in your stomach, your mouth becomes agape. You hear a ping in the background, probably from your phone.

Your legs cross over your arms, moans leaving your mouth leading you to soon mutter the words “Rafe” with a huff, your fingers move faster as if they have a mind of their own, your eyes squeezing tight feeling yourself get closer and closer to your high. Legs squeezing tighter and fingers starting to ache because of the pace. You curse feeling yourself cum and clench around nothing.

You let out heavy breaths, your chest going up and down. You let your hand fall over your head, your eyes glued to the ceiling. But soon a figure comes into view, blue eyes staring into yours and taking your wrists into his hold, bringing your hand up to his face and simply sucking your juices off them.

Your vision was blurred but you knew who it was.

“Rafe…?”

He leans down to kiss your neck, humming in response to you. He begins kissing upwards, finally feeling your lips once again, and you - tasting yours self, you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. His hand runs down your stomach and towards your underwear, pushing to the side and sliding his finger down. You gasp into his mouth, his middle finger playing its way around your folds and soon circling your clit. Once again your legs clamp shut at the sudden feeling that shoots through your body. He plays with you, going slow then going fast, adding pressure then not. And each time you let our either a moan of pleasure or one of frustration.

He finally pulls away from the kiss, gazing into your eyes looking absolutely dazed.

“I knew this was how you felt I would’ve fucked you senseless last night” he mutters near your lips, he looked slightly high himself.

“You should’ve” you watch his lean back, getting up from beside you and stepping towards your desk. He picks your phone, staring at the person who’s been ringing for past minutes, he smirks. Looking through your drawers for something.

“Y/N” he glances at you still looking through the drawers. You turn to look at him to show he has your attention.

“Let’s play a Game” he finds what he wants and quickly places it in his pocket to hide it from you. You frown, watching him have your phone in hand and In your contacts. It suddenly starts ringing and he has a grin of absolute evil in his face.

“Try not to make it obvious” he gives you the phone, revealing the name of the person who instantly picked it up. Your eyes widen hearing a “hello?” From the other side, darted at Rafe immediately who was now at the edge of the bed looking at you to reply.

“H-hello?” You reply, your eyes glued on the brunette who also is listening intently.

“Yeah Y/N I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You still coming to the date?….” His words make you frown, you check for the time and your heart drops, it was 10 minutes before the date. You told him to pick you up at the store 10 minutes before.

“Oh. Uh…Sorry I got caught up with a load of stuff.” Your eyes shift to Rafe the moment you feel cold air hit your pussy, your eyes widen realising what he has in his hands, his fingers on the settings - dragging it up to the highest.

“So you're still coming?” Jack asks, while you glare at Rafe who couldn’t care less.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah of course” you nod causing Rafe’s brow to perk up. What’d you mean yeah?.

With no mercy he places the vibrator on your clit already at the highest setting, your eyes widen and your back arches feeling the electric feeling jolt up your spine. You let out a whimper, Rafe watches in amusement when you clasp your hands around your mouth.

“Are you ok? Y/N?…” Jack asks with concern laced all over his voice, you could barely reply as the pleasure overwhelms you. “Y-yeah…just feeling a lil…s-sick” your voice cracks. You attempt to bite back a moan, squirming on your bed while the grip on your phone tightens by the second. “Really? Maybe you shouldn’t come, we can reschedule” he suggests and you feel relieved when he says that, because with the way things are going you don’t think you can face him right after this.

You nod, your face digging in the pillow as you feel yourself come closer to finishing, you hum mixed with a moan to respond to him, by this point you couldn’t be bothered replying and simply end the call, dropping the phone beside you. You let out a louder moan, feeling Rafe’s fingers thrust inside you, covering more space than yours and moving a lot faster . He chases your orgasm, making it come quicker than expected.

Your body was tired and you were sweaty despite not doing much, but Rafe on the other hand. Was not; not giving you enough time to recover from the last orgasm he unzips his pants, taking off the vibrator. He grabs your thighs pulling you into him. You watch his dick rub against you, gathering all your juices on himself before easily slipping inside, nice and slow. He was so big you could see a little bulge coming from inside you, he leans now to kiss your delicate skin, lifting up your shirt to give him access to your boobs, which he takes into one mouth, sucking while playing with the other. His hips start to move and a groan leaves his mouth from the friction, your hips buckle, and you moan out his name which turns him on more. You couldn’t imagine how he felt catching you masturbating to him, how his name rolled off your tongue in such a sinful way. That made him lose all composure. And now he’s making you say his name in a sinful way, not some imagination of him, that filed him up with pride.

Your moans and whimpers progressively get louder as he gets faster, your voice unsteady with how hard he’s going against you. Rafe himself couldn’t help but let out some Groans and curses the harder he fucks into you, the one hand he had on your boob had gone to hold your hip. Each time he hits your G spot it sends you into a cloud of ecstasy.

“Rafe— ah~~Rafe fuck…” you huffed your brows curving up, a hand going over your face. You bite your lip hard, you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw a cut the next day. Suddenly you yelp, feeling Rafe’s thump press on your sensitive clit, he rubs it while plunging into you, now your moans are fully audible, if someone was to walk in from downstairs they would hear instantly.

And just like that you’re jinxed. Rafe’s hand hurries to cover yours when he hears the front door open, but he doesn’t cease his movement. Your moans are not muffled by his big hands, he doesn’t move them out the way when he leans down to suck on your neck. Rafe shushes you, hearing more movement downstairs. But you were too close, how could he expect you to shut up if he’s still moving - slowly but harder -.

He feels you clenching around him, a sign you’re about to cum one last time. Only cause he’ll let it be the last time. With a few last thrusts you both came, spilling his cum inside of you pump and pump. Finally, he collapses onto you but rolls off instantly not wanting to crush you. Both of you catch your breaths as if you were running a marathon, after a few minutes he gets up, covering you up and joining you in bed.

“You cancelling the date?” He asks, bringing you into him. You shake your head and he gives you a look, you chuckle lightly saying “what?”

“How can you go on a date after fucking another guy?”

“Who’s fault was it?” You challenge.

“Yours, shouldn’t have got caught masturbating…to me” he grins when you nudge him, leaning in for a kiss which you avoid only for him to chase you for it. You giggle, giving in and accepting a sweet passionate kiss from your friend.

“Rafe” you call out his name sounding tired, a hand on his cheek while your thumb moves along his skin. He hums sleepily to answer. “I’m glad we’ve gotten closer” you whisper, your eyes slowly closing. By the time he answers you were already fast asleep, leaving him to stare at your beautiful face with a small smile allowing the sleep to catch him too.

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[kpopimaginings]

Date Night? - Hongjoong

A/N: Based on a request for an Ateez member x reader imagine where they don’t think they are dating but the boys do.

You loved having a best friend like Hongjoong. He was that friend that you could just sit in silence with and feel completely comfortable and at peace. And given how hectic his job as Ateez's dad can get, he's always grateful for those moments of calm he gets with you. One evening when Ateez had decided to go out and grab some food, Hongjoong had opted to stay behind and invite you over.

"Thank you," Hongjoong said the minute he opened the door to you.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you removed your jacket and shoes. "Well, I couldn't say no when you've actually managed to get rid of the kids for an evening."

"I love them," he confirmed, "But I also love quiet."

The pair of you barely spoke again as you gathered snacks from the kitchen, dimmed the lights and snuggled under the blanket Hongjoong had laid on the sofa. Sticking a film on in the background that the pair of you had seen far too many times, you half watched that and half scrolled through your phone. It was such a beautiful moment of calm. Neither of you felt any pressure to talk or even acknowledge each other. Sitting in a room with Hongjoong while doing exactly what you would be doing anyway was somehow much more enjoyable than doing it alone. In fact, it was so enjoyable, the time flew by. You hadn't noticed the film had finished now, nor did you realise how late it was until the sound of the front door being flung open hit you and chaos descended.

You groaned slightly at the peace being broken as they boys filtered into the room.

"Ooh, Hongjoong hyung's having a date night," Yunho teased as he entered.

"It's not a date," replied the exasperated leader.

"Sure, hyung," San injertected with a roll of his eyes.

"What?" you asked, unable to see what the boys clearly could.

"Low lights, snuggled under a blanket, and it really looks like you've got your legs on Hongjoong's lap. But you're just friends," Yunho continued.

You looked down at your legs, which were indeed laying across Hongjoong, and then up at his face to find him now looking at you with equal confusion.

"I think you broke them Yunho," San grinned.

"Ok, leave them be," Seonghwa scolded, ushering his dongsaengs towards their rooms, before turning to Hongjoong behind your back. "Talk to her," he mouthed.

Hongjoong chuckled awkwardly as the others all disappeared.

"But, this is just- what we always do," you pointed out.

"Right, and we're just friends," he confirmed.

"Exactly. It's not a date."

Despite your definitive words, you continued to look at each other with furrowed brows.

"Did you- Did you want to be just friends?" Hongjoong stuttered out.

"I- umm- I hadn't really thought about it."

Your mind was rushing. You were just friends, right? Then why had you reacted like this to the teasing? Was this something more?

"Joong?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

He blushed slightly and looked away, before nodding. "Yeah."

You scooted closer, your legs still over his, and took his face in your hands. Leaning in slowly, giving him plenty of chance to back out, you closed the gap and pressed your lips to his. He still had one hand resting on your leg, but his other came to rest between your shoulder blades. You expected this too feel weird, for kissing your best friend to be awkward, but actually it felt perfectly normal.

A soft 'oh' left your lips as you pulled away.

"Yeah," Hongjoong smiled.

"Have we been dating this whole time?"

At your words he began to laugh, making you chuckle too.

"Maybe we should make it official?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

You give him a little nod. "I guess we should."

He leans in again to place another small kiss to your lips. "Another film?" he then asked.

"Or that one again?" you asked, trying your best at puppy eyes.

With yet another chuckle, he pulled you in against him and hit play on the film once more.

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[skiiyoomin]

Hello! Can I pls request readers first time with Mingyu and it's all soft and sweet?

Thank you xx

Hii, ofc!! Sorry I took so long! I hope you like it!!

p. s i think this is the longest smut i've ever written

warnings: smut, virginity loss, foreplay, slightly tease Mingyu, fingering, swearing, soft anf fluffy and Mingyu basically being the sweetheart that he is.

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: Mingyu is glad to be your first

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First Time | Kim Mingyu

"You're a virgin?"

You nod shyly, looking anywhere but Mingyus wide eyes. He's quick to take your chin between his fingers, gently making you look at him.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed, it's not a bad thing"

You and Mingyu had been dating for a while and were yet to take a step further into your relationship. As much as you wanted to take it up a notch, you would always chicken out last minute. Although you never mentioned it to Mingyu, he still noticed your hesitance but decided not to mention anything.

Despite your uneasiness, you know you had to do this if you wanted to get serious. And it's not like you didn't want to, you were just nervous.

"I've been meaning to tell you for a while, but I get really nervous"

He chuckles at this, finding your timidness adorable. "My love, you never have to feel nervous as long as you´re with me"

You can't help but sigh at this "I know, it's just...this is a big thing for me.."

Mingyu moves his fingers from your chin to your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb in reassurance.

"Don't pressure yourself, ok? Take all the time you need"

Boldly, you plop down onto his lap, surprising Mingyu in the best way possible.

"I want you though..."

Oh

That definetly turns the tables upside down.

Mingyu cocks his eyebrows in surprise, a small smirk resting on his lips. He pulls you into a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting for him. Mumbling against your lips, he says "I guess we should take you somewhere more comfortable then huh"

Before you even had a chance to reply, he was lifting you up in his arms, swiftly moving towards your shared bedroom. Gently, he placed you down on the mattress, making sure you were as comfortable as possible.

Soon enough, his lips were on yours again, lips molding perfectly. Mingyu gently nip at your bottom lip, causing a gasp to escape from you. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his tongue into your wet cavern, your tongues colliding against each other passionately.

Mingyu moved from your swollen red lips to your jaw, trailing soft kisses down your neck and sucking purple spots wherever he could. When his lips pressed against a certain spot on your neck, you couldn't help the small whimper escaping your throat, making you look away in bashfullness as you covered your face.

Gently, he grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face. Kissing you softly on the forehead, he reassured "Baby don't be shy, I like it when you make those pretty sounds for me" This only made you even more bashful, but you didn't have much more time to ponder before Mingyu was once again sucking on the sweet spots on your neck. The small whimpers and moans sounded like music in Mingyus ears as the blood in his veins rushed down to his cock.

Slowly, his hands started drifting lower until they were at the hem of your shirt. He looked at you, a small smile on his face. "Can I?"

Once you gave your consent, he slowly glided his hands upward, feeling your stomach tense at the feeling of his soft hands. Cupping your breasts, he rubbed teasing circles on your nipples, feeling them harden under your bra. He slipped your shirt over your head, throwing it to the side. He unclipped your bra with ease, not wasting a moment to pepper your upper body with kisses, giving you no time to feel any sort of embarrassement.

His lips attached to your breast, tongue circling over your hardened nub while he cupped your other breast, pinching and rubbing the nipple. "Gyu..." Your moans filled his ears, overwhelming his senses as he continued to play with your chest.

He removed his lips from your nipples with a pop. He leaned backwards as he removed his shirt with quick expertise, giving you full view to his toned torso. He leaned down, catching your lips in yet another fervid kiss. His hands roamed your body until they stopped at the waistband of your sweats. Without question, you lifted your hips, allowing him to remove them easily, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

"So beautiful..." Whispered Mingyu breathlessly as he took in your flushed state. He leaned down, placing his hand under your knee, giving him the space to put his head between your thighs. He presses soft kisses from your knee down to your inner thigh, slowly reaching your pulsing cunt. Teasingly, he rubbed his nose over your pantie covered clit, chuckling at the long whine that left your throat as you clenched over nothing.

"Gyu please...I-I need you"

"Be patient sweetheart"

Deciding not to waste any more time, he slips your panties off in one swift motion, giving him full sight of your dripping wet cunt. He gather some of your wetness on his finger, slowly spreading it until he reached your bundle of nerves, causing you to shudder at the sudden feeling.

Mingyu leaned down to press a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'm gonna strech you out a bit ok?" You nodded slightly in response, mind too hazy to form any proper sentence.

Slowly, he pressed his middle finger into your pulsing hole, giving you time to adjust to the uncomfortable sensation. Steadily he moved his finger in and out, until you relaxed into the new feeling. He added another digit, going at a more agile pace as he pulled moan after moan from you.

Soon enough he felt you clench, your moans getting higher pitched. However, before he could let you reach your climax, he pulled his fingers out, making a dragged whimper leave your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips "I know, m' sorry baby, you'll come soon don't worry"

His own sweats and boxers joined the pile of clothes on the floor, freeing Mingyus thick cock from the restriction of his pants. He pumped his dick, spreading the pre-cum until he covered his whole cock. He leaned over to the night stand, pulling a box of condoms out of a drawer. Smoothly, he placed it over his cock, rubbing lube over it.

He lined himself with your hole as he clasped your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. When you squeezed back, he gently pushed in, groaning lightly at the feeling of your tight walls. He bent over, whispering sweet words of reassurance into your ear and wiping the small tears that escaped your eyes. He continued distracting you from the pain by kissing you all over your face, words of affirmation leaving his lips after every kiss left wherever he could place them.

Once the feeling of pain and uncomfortableness turned into pleasure, you squeezed his hand again, giving him the sign to continue.

He started off with slow, unsure thrusts, wanting you to get fully used to the feeling. But when he heard your moans and sighs, he was quick to pick up his pace, turning his thrusts into a steady and fast rythmn. The sound of wet squelching and skin slapping on skin filled up the quietness of the room, both of your loud moans mixing together.

Mingyu gripped your hips, lifting them up slightly, making him go deeper in you. You screamed in pleasure, babbling incoherent words while you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly close to you. Mingyu hit your G-spot over and over, a plethora of moans ripping from your throat.

He once again felt you clench, feeling your orgasm coming close as well as his own. "Fuck fuck, Gyu, I'm gonna...cum!!" You threw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as one last long drawn out moan left your lips. You shuddered violently, your legs shaking as you came down from your high. He thrusted one last time before he came, shooting a string of cum, groaning lowly. "Fuuck, y/n"

You stayed silent for a few moments, catching your breaths. When you regained your breaths, Mingyu pulled out, removing the condom and throwing it in the trash can. He quickly moved to the bathroom, filling the hot tub with lukewarm water. When it was ready, he went back to the bed, picking you up with little effort and gently placing you in the tub, going in himself after placing you.

There was a comforting silence while you washed each other, exhaustion making either of you unable to talk.

Once you were finished and changed, you laid down on the newly replaced sheets. You took Mingyus cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look up at you. Softly, you pressed a sweet kiss to his plump lips.

"I love you Mingyu"

He smiled up at you in endearament, a love struck look in his eyes. If love could be represnted by one expression, it would be by his.

"I love you more y/n"

You cuddled into the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing meaningless circles on your back, making you drift in and out of sleep.

The last thing you remember is the feeling of his lips on the crown of your head, whispering in the quiet room.

"I love you so much more than you could ever imagine"

#headcanons #kpop boys #kpop #masterlist #kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #kpop masterlist #kpopidol #kpop headers #seventeen masterlist #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen 14th member #seventeen au #seventeen layouts #seventeen icons #svt #mingyu #seventeen angst #seungkwan #wonwoo #vernon #svt smut #svt jeonghan #svt smau #svtcreations

[pottersfia]

study buddy

summary: classic study "date" fic, rodrick desperately needs help in english and y/n is happy to help. lots of fluff in this part. both 18

the end of senior year was quickly approaching and rodrick was sick and tired of his parents bugging him about his grades. it was the third quarter of the school year and senioritis tended to affect many people around this time but rodrick had been a victim since the day he stepped foot into high school. 

"if you want, we can work on this together?" rodrick looked over at you who was sitting next to him in his art elective class. you had been talking about your english assignment which, despite you being in honors english and him in regular, was the same. the book they read for the quarter came with study guide questions for each section of the book which eventually would help for the final book report. 

"you'd help me with that?" he asked you. you smiled and nodded.

"sometimes working with another person makes it easier." she replied. he smiled back and the deal was set. you would go over to his house 2 hours after school and start your assignment.

these 2 hours consisted of rodrick frantically picking up in his room, taking an abnormally long shower, considering it's rodrick, and begging his family to not say or do anything weird or embarrassing. a pretty girl was coming over to study with him!! suddenly as he applied deodorant for probably the 10th time already, he heard the doorbell. 

"i got it!" he yelled and rushed downstairs. he quickly caught his breath and looked through the peephole on the door to see you patiently waiting for an answer. he sighed and opened the door. you smiled as you looked up at the boy. 

"hey, y/n." he said. 

"hi, rodrick." you replied. the two of you stood in a few moments of silence stupidly smiling at each other. just as rodrick opened his mouth to break it you were interrupted by a sweet lady who cheerfully greeted you. 

"you must be y/n! come right on in." she smiled and made way for you to step inside, you did so.  "i'm so glad you're here to help rodrick, he's been struggling for quite some time."

"mom! can you please stop talking." rodrick loudly interrupted her, making you slightly laugh. 

"she is a guest in my house, rodrick, i want to greet her. my name is susan, honey. if you need anything i'll be right down here." you smiled again at her. 

"it's nice to meet you mrs.susan, thank you." you replied. 

"ok we have to go, bye mom." he walked towards the staircase and turned around to you. "you can follow me." you nodded and waved bye to susan following rodrick to his room. 

"keep that door open!" she said. rodrick groaned and you laughed again. 

"she's really nice." you said.

"annoying is what she is." he let you walk into his room. you looked around and smiled to yourself as you realized his room screamed rodrick. there were band posters everywhere, dark bedsheets, the floor was cleared off but magazines and comics, a few water bottles, and forgotten school books were scattered around his bedside table and desk. 

he closed the door quietly and sat down on the edge of his bed saying, "you can sit down i have my stuff," he reached to his backpack that was on the floor and pulled out his notebook and the book you were assigned.  you nodded and sat down on the desk chair that was right across from his spot on the bed. you pulled out your stuff too. 

"so i guess we can just start with the questions, do you need to review what we read today?" you asked. he nodded. you smiled and continued on explaining the events in the book.

rodrick was so mesmerized by you. he appreciated your want to help him with his work but how could he focus on anything academic with you right in front of him? he stared at the way you fidgeted with your fingers as you talked. he stared at how perfect your hair looked. he stared at your lips and thought about how good they would feel to ki-

"rodrick?" your voice snapped him out of his trance. 

"what?" he kinda shook his head as he regained focus sending a fluttery feeling to your stomach.

"i uh, were you listening?" you asked.

"oh yeah. i heard everything you said." he tried to lie but you saw right through him. 

"really?" you asked again. he lifted his hand to rub the back of neck a bit.

"i heard maybe half of what you said?" he replied, pretty unsure this time. you smiled and laughed.

"what are you so distracted by?" you asked. it was you. you were distracting his focus from the work but how could he just say that? he shrugged and turned his head away looking at absolutely nothing on the right side of his room.

"maybe if you sat next to me it would be easier." he said and turned back again to see your reaction. you were a little confused or taken aback maybe but nonetheless you stood up and joined him on the bed. 

"is this better?" you looked right at him and he looked back. you gave him a small smile and despite his heart feeling like it was beating out of his chest, he smiled back.

"yeah, i think so." he practically whispered sending another flutter to your heart. 

the two of you continued with the review. laughs and smiles were exchanged constantly and it was probably the most you've ever enjoyed doing school work. 

"you're doing really good rodrick, you just needed to focus some more." you smiled after he got another question right. 

"it's definitely because of you." he replied. you playfully bumped his shoulder and looked for another question to ask. 

"ok let's do another one." 

"i think i should get something for doing so good now." he said. you gave him a questioning look.

"like what, candy?" you replied. he shrugged. then you had an idea. it was a very corny idea but an idea nonetheless. the two of you were having a good time and it wouldn't hurt to ask, yolo right? "what if i give you a kiss?" you kinda cringed a bit at your words but tried not to let it show, anxiously waiting for his response.

the boy was stunned. his eyes widened and your words replayed in his head over and over. "a kiss?" he asked. "really?" 

"only if you want though. it's pretty dumb i don't know." you looked down at the paper in your lap but his words made you look back at him.

"no, it's not dumb. um. yeah, that would be great motivation." he nervously laughs. you laughed back.

"but it has to be after getting 2 questions right." you said. he agreed, and for sure, he got 2 questions right. 

"you've turned me into a genius, y/n." he smiled. 

"you're definitely reaching nerd status." you laughed.

"well, you gave me the best motivation ever." he replied. now it hit you, you actually had to kiss him. you tried to hide the nervousness from your face. there was no turning back now. you turned to face him, crossing your legs on the bed, and placed your hand on his shoulder as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck. he looked at you as you leaned back.

"how was that?" you asked. he was quiet for a moment a little shocked that this was happening with the girl he liked but then he snapped out of it.

"i-i don't know. maybe you should uh, do it again just to be sure." he answered, making you smile.

"if you insist." you leaned in and let your lips meet again. this time it was more than a peck. his hands rested on your cheeks and yours around his shoulders. you melted into the kiss taking in the moment as the butterflies that you constantly felt seemed to go crazy. 

once you finally parted for a breath the two of you couldn't stop smiling at each other. 

"yeah, that was pretty good." rodrick said. you gave him another quick kiss but just as your lips touched the door opened. 

"hey kids, do you want- oh." it was susan and you instantly jumped away from him. "didn't i tell you to keep the door open?" 

"mom! just go away!" rodrick stood up. 

"ok ok, sorry." she walked out but made sure to leave the door very much open. as soon as you heard her footsteps fade away you couldn't help but laugh. rodrick turned to you. 

"sorry, that was a lot." you said. he laughed too and sat back down next to you. 

"i know i'm sorry." he said. 

"it's ok. i just need to make sure to kiss you when there aren't any family members around." you said.

"i agree 100%."

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n

[koyangii]

2023 - The year of Japanese BLs (My 2023 BL wrapped)

After plenty of good BL releases in 2022, I was hoping 2023 would keep the pace and give us even better content. However, I turned out to be very disappointed. In my opinion, the majority of the shows were blank, superficial and had really bad script and bad acting, so there were very few of them I've managed to finish, mostly Japanese ones.

One thing that really draws me towards Japanese productions is that the stories are believable and portrayed in a natural way. Even when the acting has big "anime" reactions, they usually fit in the context. Kieta Hatsukoi, for instance, explores this type of reactions very well and they don't feel cringe at all, unlike most Thai BLs and some Korean ones as well.

Nationalities apart, there's an obvious gold rush that is happening in the BL industry. A lot of companies realized that BL does make profit and are producing a lot of shows, poorly written, poorly casted, but that's ok since people are still consuming for the skinship, right? There's a public for that, so why invest in good, but a little more expensive stories?

Anyway, this is my opinion of course, as a regular consumer of the genre, and I can't help to be disappointed. But enough of the complaining, right? Let's go to the list of my 2023 favorites!

Top 3:

The eight sense

This BL has entered my list of all-time favorites. Fresh and mature, the chemistry between the leads is amazing. Jihyun's innocent approach to life contrasts really well with Jaewon's harsh perspective and I love the way both of them bond while helping each other to evolve. The feeling of the show reminds me a bit of Skam, another all-time favorite, and I found out that it really was one of the materials they used for inspiration. If you haven't watched it yet, stop everything you're doing and go watch The eighth sense right now.

2. If it's with you

I loved this show so much! The manga adaptation was beautifully done, they really paid attention to the details. It's a very sweet, heart-warming and honest story. There's no "instant love”: the relationship between them is built little by little, through sincere conversations and empathy. The series invites you to be more honest with yourself and to not be afraid of showing your true self. 

3. My Beautiful Man 2 and My Beautiful Man: Eternal

Well, it's somehow funny that I put this BL on the list, because I hated the first season of My Beautiful Man. However, the second season and the movie explore the motives behind the characters' actions in a deeper way, so the viewer can better understand the relationship dynamic. One thing that I really like about this story is that, although there is a worship behavior from Hira towards Kiyoi, Hira's life is not all about Kiyoi. In the same way, despite the fact that Kiyoi enjoys to be worshiped, he's also unsure about Hira's feelings: does Hira love the perfect, godlike image of Kiyoi he created inside his head or does he love the true Kiyoi, the human being with flaws?

Honorable mentions:

Our Dining Table

A great slow-burn which approaches the fact that true family is the one you choose, so sweet that almost made me die of too much cuteness.

I Can't Reach You

A very sweet friends-to-lovers story, which is now on Netflix!

Love Tractor

A fresh and funny countryside love story. I just love how Yechan is so hyped when it comes to Seonyul. This man must be kept in a jar, protected from all the badness in the world.

Conclusion

Well, although I believe 2023 wasn't the best year for BLs, it did give us some true gems, more productions and more visibility. I've seen news about Kdrama actors working on BL projects that will be released in 2024, so I guess we're having some next-level good content this year.

So that was it for this BL wrapped. I hope you all had great holidays and that 2024 will be full of blessings to all of us! Bye, bye!

#bl wrapped #bl 2023 #the eighth sense #if it's with you #my beautiful man 2 #i cannot reach you #our dining table #love tractor #japanese bl #korean bl

[j-nope-not-today]

SPN reaction to s/o who brought them back from the dead

A/n: I’ve never written for supernatural before, but I just finished all 15 seasons and I honestly just want to give it a go. Thanks for taking the time to read. Also no jack in this one..sorry :(

For context the reader made a deal with Crowley to bring them back.

Dean

Dean stands in the middle of the bunker and I drop the book in my hands onto the table. Never did I imagine it would work so quickly.

“Dean?” I can already feel the tears in my eyes welling up threatening to spill over and he turns around to face me

“Whoa..hey..hey..it’s me. I’m ok.” The tears spill over and he rushes over and wraps his arms around me. I press my face into his chest. It all feels like too much. It was only a few days ago when I watched him die. 

“Why’d you do it?” I hear his chest rumble as he speaks. His voice is hoarse as if he’s trying not to cry.

“I just couldn’t live without you…Dean I just couldn’t.” I look up at him now and his eyes are watery and yet despite the small anger I see in his eyes he still sets his hands onto my cheeks.

“I couldn’t live without you, either, but you need to understand how dangerous what you’ve done is. Bringing a person back from the dead is no easy task.” I watch him hesitate for a moment. His finger brushing over my cheek before he continues “Was there a price to pay for this?”

“I made a deal…with Crowley” I let it out in a shaky breath and Dean mutter’s a soft ‘Damnit’

“What did he ask for in return?” 

“My soul..”

“How long do you have?” He doesn’t even look me in the eyes when he asks.

“He said..that he would come to collect it in ten years..but he also said he suspects he won’t have the chance..” Dean lets out a deep sigh at my words

“Alright, I think we can handle that.” This time I bring my hand to his cheek and he finally looks back down at me, his eyes still watery.

“I know we can..” I take his hand from my cheek and kiss his wrist. “If anyone can fix this it’s us..”

“You’re right” He wraps me into his arms, Squeezing me tight and my hands curl into the back of his shirt as he places a kiss onto my head and he mumbles

“We’ll figure this out. Don’t you worry. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I hold him tighter and I breathe out

“I love you..” He chuckles softly and responds

“God..I love you so much more..” 

Sam

“Sammy?” I rush to him almost tripping on my way into his arms.

He wraps his arms around me and gives me a tight hug

“y/n…What happened?” I look up at him and he’s already crying, just like I am and he sinks to his knees. I drop to my knees and grab his face.

“Sam..I’m so sorry..I just-” He cuts me off

“I know. It’s just…why?” I almost melt at the puppy dog eyes he gives me.

“Sam..I couldn’t live without you. I won’t live without you”  He only nods in response and I breathe out

“I’m sure you already guessed I made a deal..with Crowley..” I wasn’t proud of my decision, but I would do it again if I had too.

“What..What did he ask for in return? How much time do you have?” I feel the words get caught in my throat and he places a calloused hand onto my cheek and makes me look at him and I sigh

“Ten years..”

“Well he’s not taking it.” Sam finalizes and pulls me into him and I wrap my arms around his torso and he kisses my hairline and he mutters

“He’s not taking your soul..I’ll fix it.”

“We’ll fix it.” I correct him and look up into his eyes.

“We’ll fix it…I love you.” His face softens somehow even more

“I love you too..”

Castiel

“Castiel?” I had only just made the deal and I turned to see him already standing there in the middle of the road. The only lights illuminating the area being that of the headlights on the car.

“y/n? You rescued me?”

I nod unable to respond. Too choked up and the tears already fall down my cheeks and I feel him wrap his arms around me and my hands twist into his shirt.

“It’s ok..I’m here now..I’m here.” His words send a reassuring wave through me. I pull away after a moment. He had to know the truth.

“I made a deal..with Crowley..to save you” I finally look up at him and he nods slowly and I can’t seem to read how he’s feeling. His face is neutral and he speaks in that usual gravelly voice of his

“..With Crowley? What did he get in return?” He says Crowley’s name with distaste and I knew he wouldn’t be pleased with this development, but I didn’t know what else to do.

“I know it’s not ideal..but he’ll come back in ten years..for my soul, but I figured we could find a way out of it. Just like we always do.”  I rush the words out and his face twists up in confusion and anger

“..What? Did you seriously sell your soul to Crowley to bring me back? And you thought we could just get away with it?” My heart sinks and I drop my hands and the tears in my eyes well up again and I choke out

“I’m sorry! I know it was stupid…I just..Cas…I just can’t live without you..I love you.” I hear him sigh

“No, no, it’s not stupid. It’s brave..and beautiful and it’s okay.” His hands rest on my face and make me look up at him. 

“Your..not mad?” and he finally cracks a smile

“No..I’m not mad. I would have done the same thing for you.” Then relief washes over me and he continues

“I’ll figure this out. Sam and Dean will help.”

“I love you Cas.”

“I know that..and I..love you too.” He pulls me back into him and I wrap my arms around him this time. They curl into his coat and I breathe him in. Everything would be okay in the end.

#supernatural #castiel x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Thank you for everything you do! I appreciate it so much! That said, is there any chance I could request the detective agency from Kemono Jihen reacting to the reader being a wolf kemono? The reader's likely an immigrant due to there being no wolves in Japan. Thank you again!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

I hope this is of your liking please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: I made reader be.... just there? I don't really know how to write immigrant stuff? i hope that is ok! But i guess you can have a wolf in japan if one of your parents is immigrant? anyway!

Tsuki's note 2: I made reader an adult, just because... i kinda want to adopt the kids? so yeah...

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You joined the agency quite early on.

At first, you helped Inugami here and there. then Mihai came around and you got a little worried about your tanuki friend dealing with such ... a sneaky vampire.

So you slowly and unofficially became a detective too.

Inugami made it official after he realized you were spending more time in the agency than anywhere else.

You actually thought it was quite sweet of him to shelter kemono kids here and there.

Whenever a new kiddo was staying around, you would rush to get something for them to get comfortable.

You were excited to have a new member! Though you were told you were being too... Clingy - you wanted to keep them safe!

Well, this complaint escalated a bit when Shiki came around - he did not enjoy how you were always around him. Sure, you wanted to protect him, but... a bit too much?

He had told you that you looked like a golden retriever - not too far from the truth hm?

With Akira was the opposite reaction. The boy LOVED how you always watched over him and helped him out. The thing he loved the most was hugging you.

With Kabane things were... interesting? At first you thought he did not like too much contact like Shiki, but... he actually didn't care.

He didn't understand most of the things you did.

The children took a long time to figure out you were a wolf kemono - You only turned into one when and if it was really required or to watch over the kids as a "big dog". Just like Inugami did as a Tanuki.

Despite your friendliness with the kids, they soon realized you were more reserved around strangers or acquaitances.

When they first saw you as kemono ( without knowing you were you) you heard quite a few discussions between them - Akira and Kabane thought you were a big dog, a Husky or a German Shepherd maybe? But Shiki said you looked more feral.

You could watch them debate that all day long.

That being said, when they found out about you, their reactions were all over the place:

Akira thought it made sense, because wolves are like dogs. So of course you were friendly and cuddly!

Shiki thought Wolves were more reserved so you were out of the curve.

Kabane didn't had much of a thought, just that your tail was similar to Kon's.

Kon took you as a rival Kemono - as foxes are cousins to wolves.

You thought it was adorable how Kon tried time and time again to fight you, a mock fight, of course.

Once they saw you actually fight, they realized you were not just some fluffy wolf: You were fast, strong and very good at tracking.

This made Kon lowkey up to you - since you were "cousins" she figured she could learn somethings from you. You moved similarly!

They also came to realized you were friendly and cuddly with them because they were important to you- you saw them as your puppies.

With outsiders of your circle you were a lot more distant and quite brutal in a fight.

You also took the meaning of home quite seriously - it must be protected, no matter what!

Despite their different reactions, they all loved cuddling with you on your kemono form, even Shiki - it was fluffy and warm!

Sometimes even Mihai and Inugami would pat you a bit.

It was not uncommon to see you carrying Kon by neck - as if she was an infant.

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Thank you for reading!

#kemono jihen #kemono jihen x reader #ah no parings here #just hc #kemono jihen hc

[stficblog]

The New Girl (part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Description: You find Eddie after the events of episode 1.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Idk, swearing?

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Ok I guess I’m not ending the series with part 6. This story keeps going in directions that I wasn’t planning and I’m just along for the ride. Also thank you to the handful of people who have left me kind words about this series. I appreciate you more than you will ever know.

You lay on the couch at home, finally feeling better after two days of being ill. The TV chattered in the background, but you weren’t really paying attention. You were worried.

Eddie didn’t show up last night to tell you how D&D went. He didn’t even call. For the last two days, he had come over after school just to sit by your bed while you slept. It wasn’t like him to disappear like this.

“We don’t have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning.”

You turned towards the TV with a frown. The Hawkins curse had struck again. But wait… that was Eddie’s trailer.

Panic gripped your chest. You couldn’t breathe. Eddie couldn’t be dead. It couldn’t be him.

~

Wayne Munson knew you as “Eddie’s girl,” although Eddie had insisted multiple times that the two of you weren’t dating.

He liked you. His nephew had a tendency to put up a theatrical front around other people, but he never did that with you. Now, he studied you as you stood before him.

“Eddie,” you panted, “is he…?”

“Eddie ain’t here, girl,” Wayne said, grinding his cigarette butt out on the table, “haven’t seen him since yesterday.”

A wave of relief washed over you.

“You mean… he’s not dead?”

“Not yet,” Wayne scoffed, “but he will be when the townsfolk find him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone thinks he did it. That he killed that poor girl in cold blood.”

Eddie wasn’t a violent person. He wasn’t even an angry person, despite what he always said about hating society.

With renewed hope, you rushed away to find him.

~

You checked everywhere. Jeff wasn’t home, and when you found him with the rest of the band in Gareth’s garage, none of them knew where Eddie was. You wracked your brain for ideas.

Reefer Rick’s. Eddie had brought you there once to buy weed with him, and you knew he sometimes crashed there when the two of them hung out together.

It was already night by the time you started heading to Rick’s. Oddly enough, there was another car going the exact same way as you, all the way to Rick’s house. You grew tense, thinking that this could be a hunting party of angry town citizens.

You got out of your car, brandishing the umbrella that you kept under the passenger seat. Gripping the umbrella with both hands, you braced yourself for a fight.

It was Dustin Henderson, the freshman that had joined Hellfire Club at the beginning of the year. Three other people climbed out of the car with him, all carrying flashlights that they now trained on you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dustin lowered his flashlight.

“What,” you fired back, “are you doing here? And who are they?”

“I’m Robin,” one of them piped up.

“We’re looking for Eddie,” Dustin explained.

“So am I,” you said cautiously, “but I’m not reporting him to the police when I find him!”

“Neither are we!”

“You don’t think he’s guilty?”

“No! Eddie could never kill someone!”

You lowered the umbrella. You knew that Dustin looked up to Eddie. He was an honest kid, too.

“Alright,” you said, “we’ll look together.”

~

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson,” Steve said as he jabbed at the tarp with a wooden oar, “but considering everyone in this room besides Y/N has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-”

Suddenly, Eddie burst out from under the tarp, pinning Steve to the wall with a broken beer bottle at his throat. There was a moment of chaos as everyone tried to figure out what was happening.

“Eddie! Eddie, stop!” Dustin stood back, trying to show Eddie that he meant no harm. “It’s me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve! He’s not going to hurt you. Right, Steve?”

Steve dropped the oar. The sudden loud noise further aggravated Eddie, causing him to press the broken bottle harder against Steve’s throat.

“Eddie,” you said desperately, “look at me.”

Your familiar voice pierced through the haze of Eddie’s fear, and he slowly turned to you. He had a crazed look to him, like an animal caught in a trap, but his eyes softened when he saw you.

“Y/N…?”

“It’s me,” you breathed, “let him go, Eddie.”

There was a moment of silence as Eddie seemed to process what was happening. Finally, he released Steve and slid down against the wall. You noticed him shaking and crouched in front of him, taking his free hand in both of yours. Next to you, Dustin crouched down as well, watching Eddie with concern.

“Eddie,” he said quietly, “we just want to talk.”

“We want to know what happened,” said Robin.

Eddie looked up, still shaking.

“You won’t believe me.”

~

You stayed with Eddie while the others left to get groceries. He had tried to convince you to go home, but you wouldn’t budge.

“My parents will be fine! A little worrying won’t kill them,” you argued, “and I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone, pendejo!”

Eddie battled with his conscience. He wanted you by his side more than anything but allowing you to stay could bring serious consequences for you. In the end, it didn’t matter what he wanted because you were hell bent on staying with him.

You never left his side and he was grateful for it. The two of you lay curled up in the boat, covered by the tarp. It was cramped and you were practically on top of each other, but you both secretly relished the closeness.

You weren’t quite sure when it started, but over the past year you had found yourself getting butterflies every time Eddie touched you. Your heart skipped a beat every time he said your name. You couldn’t help staring at him sometimes, as if he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Slowly, quietly, you had fallen in love with Eddie Munson. You never meant for it to happen but now that you were here, limbs tangled with his while you hid from the world, you were glad. He was the one person who made you feel the safest.

Gravel crunched outside as a car pulled up to the house. Instantly, Eddie threw the tarp aside and snatched up the broken bottle that he had left on a nearby table. He peeked out the window, gripping the bottle with white knuckles.

In your shock you remained sitting in the boat. Eddie glanced at you, then at the window. If someone attacked, he would do everything in his power to protect you.

The door slammed open to reveal Dustin and the others with their arms full of grocery bags.

“Delivery service!”

~

You and Eddie sat squished together in the boat, passing a box of Honeycomb cereal back and forth. Eddie hadn’t eaten since the day before and was ravenously stuffing handfuls of it in his mouth.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news,” said Dustin, “how do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first,” Eddie said through a mouthful of cereal, “always.”

“Alright, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro,” Dustin started, “and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, 100% kind of convinced,” added Max.

“And the good news?” You piped up.

“Eddie’s name hasn’t gone public yet,” said Robin, “but if we found out about him, it’s a matter of time before others do too and once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for him.”

Eddie stiffened next to you.

“Hunt the freak, right?” He had a bitter look on his face.

“Exactly.”

“Shit.”

~

Dustin and the others left to investigate a commotion down the street, which turned out to be another death. This time it was a boy who worked with Nancy for the Hawkins Tiger. Robin relayed all this information to you and Eddie through the walkie talkie.

Eddie had a hollow look in his eyes, and you could tell he was remembering Chrissy’s death. You took his hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“The way she hung there,” Eddie said shakily, “and the sound… the snapping…”

You pulled him in for a hug and he buried his face in your shoulder, holding you tightly as if he was afraid that you would start floating toward the ceiling like Chrissy had.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, “don’t you worry.”

Little did either of you know, you were going somewhere, and quite soon too. You’d had a headache for the past several days that wouldn’t go away, and you kept waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. You had attributed all of this to your illness, even though that had only lasted two days.

Your days were numbered. In blissful ignorance, you held your best friend, wishing for his nightmare to end while your own nightmare was just about to begin.

Part 7

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