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certaimromance · 10 months ago

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𝜗𝜚 Cherry Picking.

Boyfriend!Reid x Messy!reader

Summary: After your first night with Spencer, you wake up and see that he's left you two dollars and a thank-you note on your bedside table.

Words: 2,3k.

Warnings & Tags: fem!reader. bau!reader. lots of mentions and references to sex, but nothing completely explicit. the reader is quite dramatic and has little faith in men (literally me, sorry). SO MUCH chaos and lack of communication but happy ending. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: This idea just came to me out of the blue, and I have to say that Sex and the City has had a bit of an influence. I love the chaos, the conversations between friends, and Spencer being the best man in the world (I'm picturing him kind of like in his season four version).

Saturday afternoon

“Two dollars?!”

Penelope's and JJ's simultaneous exclamations and surprised faces when you finished speaking were pretty much to be expected. They noticed a change in your expression and took a moment to compose themselves, as did the rest of the people in the room, who glanced curiously at your table from time to time. It was certainly a fascinating sight, three women having an animated conversation about their lives over milkshakes as if they were drinks, especially considering that one of them was pregnant and her belly looked like it was about to explode.

You didn't blame anyone for reacting that way, especially not your friends. You were still pretty shocked by what happened, especially by how thoughtless the man you'd developed feelings for and worked closely with over the past few years was. It was a unsettling to find a tip on your nightstand after one of the most memorable nights you'd ever had. You still remembered the excitement you felt when you went to Spencer's apartment yesterday to watch a movie as part of your fourth or fifth date. He seemed nervous when you started kissing more intensely, and the couch wasn't the best setting. The sensation of your body on his bed and his lips on your skin was incredible.

It was a good memory, extremely good if you took away the embarrassment of waking up the next day in his empty bed with money waiting for you, as if you had performed a service.

“Maybe there was a misunderstanding and the money was left on the table by mistake.” Jennifer spoke again in a reassuring tone after turning the matter over. “Spencer can be a little clumsy sometimes.”

You pressed your lips together in a thin line as you listened to her attempt to provide an explanation for his actions. But given their friendship, this was to be expected.

“And he was in a hurry to catch his plane and go to his mother.” Garcia added with a forced smile, trying to lift your spirits. “It all makes sense.”

Yes, it was understandable that he was leaving in a hurry because he had to catch a flight to spend his weekend off with his mother. That didn't worry you, but there was something else that was curious.

“How do you explain the thank-you note?” You asked, taking out the paper and the two dollars you'd pulled out to show them as proof from your purse.

“It was a thank you for hanging out with him, a sweet gesture.” JJ said, taking a sip of her milkshake and patting her belly.

It seemed more like a sour gesture to you, that you had been left with your dignity on the floor. As you left his apartment, you didn't know whether to cry or laugh because it sounded like a bad joke that the only man you thought was decent and for whom you allowed yourself to have feelings would do such a thing.

“My love life is going downhill.” You said.

Just then, the restaurant door opens and Emily appears. After greeting her and apologizing for her late arrival, she asks about the cause of your apparent distress. As a profiler, she was astute enough to know something was wrong just by looking at you.

“What's wrong, honey?” She started talking as soon as she sat down next to you and took a quick look at the table. “Those milkshakes look good, I want one.”

“Spencer thinks I'm a prostitute.” You spoke up without thinking, which surprised Emily and caused her to briefly lose her grip on the menu.

There was a long, awkward silence.

Perhaps you were too direct in saying something that you had been trying to ignore for your own mental health.

“Just a heads-up, we've got a baby in the room. No need to say that word!” Penelope was the first to speak, gently covering JJ's belly with her hands. “He can hear you.”

At that moment, Reid and his comments about pregnancy data at every stage came to mind. You felt a little uncomfortable because you knew it was a little unrealistic to focus on the positives at a time like this.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, baby.” You looked regretfully at your friends and spoke to Jennifer's belly, giving it a gentle caress. “Don't listen.”

“I need context, please.” Emily said confusedly, trying to understand what was going on and why you had said what you had said.

You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself to recount the story once more.

“Okay, Spencer and I made...milkshakes. Very good milkshakes, really good if you know what I mean.” You tried to explain slowly, watching your words and your friends' expressions. “I woke up when he was leaving, he gave me a kiss on my forehead and said to keep sleeping, that he had to catch his flight.”

“That's sweet, but weird to know.” Emily commented quizzically, looking at the menu intently again. “What's the part...you know?”

“Oh, when he thought I was-” You stop yourself as you see how JJ looks at you. “A pie maker.”

You could tell from their expressions that they were about to laugh at your attempts to keep the conversation friendly.

“I woke up hours later to find two dollars on the nightstand with a thank-you note.” You finished the story. “To him, I'm worth two fu...sugary dollars.”

Prentiss stared at you for several seconds, waiting for me to tell her it was a joke. Only when that didn't happen did she speak. “That sounds weird and awful, but I don't think he would do something like that on purpose. Especially you, he really likes you.”

“He likes me enough to give me two dollars.”

When you finished speaking, you experienced a moment of discomfort in your stomach as your own words took effect. You were surprised to find that on a deeper level, what had happened was causing you more pain than you had anticipated.

“That doesn't sound like Reid at all. I've known him for years, and he's not that kind of man.” Penelope said with a frown, trying to reassure you. “I'm sure it's a mix-up.”

You were looking for the same thing and hoping it was just a misunderstanding, but your previous bad experiences made you think otherwise. You'd met enough men to know that they could always be worse. What was different now was that you really liked this particular man. You really longed for him to be different from everyone else.

However, things weren't always as you'd hoped. You'd invested a lot of hope in making your fairy tale come true, and it was starting to take its toll.

“Have you had a chance to speak with him?” JJ inquired.

“He's with his mother, I won't bother him.” You replied with a strange simplicity that made your friends suspicious. “I'm fine, I've calmed down.” You added as you saw their worried faces.

“I love you, but sometimes you scare me.” Emily said, watching you drink from your smoothie as if it contained a painkiller. “It's not okay to pretend that everything's fine.”

“It's understandable to feel a bit discouraged about this. Things may seem challenging at the moment, but I believe things will improve when you discuss this with him.” Jennifer's hand gently touched yours, offering a comforting gesture.

“I'm sure everything will be fine. You have our support if you need it.” Penelope joined in with the motivational words and gave you a reassuring smile.

You took the last sip of your milkshake and leaned back in your seat for a moment before replying. “I'm fine, girls. I don't plan to lose my head over a man, I promised myself.”

They looked at you with some skepticism, but you didn't flinch. You were confident that if you were mentally prepared not to be defeated, or at least not to look defeated, you would be well prepared for the day of the meeting.

You weren't going to lose your mind over this.

Monday morning

You were definitely losing your mind, and no cup of tea or internet video that promised to do so had been able to relax you one bit. You had been cooped up in the office you shared with Penelope for several minutes, pacing in your chair while everyone in the conference room waited for information about a new case and your presence. The mere thought of having to face Reid again was making you feel pretty uneasy.

All weekend, you had been trying to reassure yourself that you were doing well, that you were not hurt or affected by what happened, that it was just one more disappointment to add to the long list you had written since you were a teenager, and that it was normal for someone with your luck. You were not a princess, you were not going to meet a prince, and you were old enough to know that.

But being in the same building as your prince turned toad was not as easy as you had hoped. You prayed that your presence would not be necessary and that the jet would soon take off to take them all away, especially him.

A few sudden knocks on the door startled you. You automatically thought it was your boss coming to scold you for being late, and your blood froze.

“I apologize for the delay, Hotch. I assure...” You spoke promptly as soon as the door opened and a male figure appeared.

But obviously, it wasn't him.

“Oh, sorry, I'm not Hotch. But hey, how are you?” Spencer smiled at you and walked toward you, looking a little nervous.

“Fine.” You replied dryly, getting up from your seat to grab your tablet and some folders to carry into the conference room.

In your mind, you had planned to make a scene as soon as you saw him and make it clear that you didn't cost just two dollars. But after thinking about it a lot, the fear of losing your job over it was greater. And now it was a mixture of that reasoning with your feeling of paralysis at actually having him in front of you.

“I...I missed you over the weekend.” He stopped you before you could walk away, gently holding your hand. The feeling alone made you stop and look at him angrily. “I thought about you a lot, too much, and I bought you something.” He let go of your hand to pull a small box out of his pocket.

“How dare you?” You blurt out, taking a step back.

He looked a little uncomfortable and seemed to be in pain. “I'm sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to impose. Did I cross a line? I'm sorry, I just thought—”

“What? That you could embarrass me even more? Didn't I already go through enough?”

That's when you took out two dollars from your purse and gave it to him.

“Could I ask why this is?” Spencer was still frowning and looked just as hurt as you.

His apparent lack of understanding of the situation made you much angrier. You had thought he was probably the smartest man you had ever met in your entire life, but suddenly, in your eyes, he was an idiot.

“I'm refunding your payment, Reid.” You replied firmly, without hiding your frustration.

The confusion on his face seemed to multiply as he tried to understand. “What are you talking about? I gave you your money back.”

You tilted your head slightly to one side.

“Saturday morning, I left on the nightstand the two dollars you lent me a week ago when we bought coffee. You know I don't like being in debt.” Spencer began to explain calmly, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and present the facts in a clear and concise manner.

Oh, you do remember lending him money at some point, or rather, inviting him for coffee that he said he'd pay you back. That day when his hair was perfect in the wind, when he smiled at you and told you some interesting facts about coffee beans.

“I mentioned it when I said goodbye, but you looked so tired that I left you a thank you note in case you forgot.” He went on to explain. “A lot of studies say that you wake up to full strength at least 20 to 30 minutes after you actually open your eyes. And you still had them closed when I said goodbye.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I...I thought you—” You fell silent as you saw the stunned look on his face. You didn't want to look crazy, so you quickly added. “I just thought wrong.”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand.” He said, a little embarrassed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, no, I just...did you bring me a gift?” You changed the subject, taking the box he had previously offered you. Inside was a necklace with a cherry blossom charm.

“Your computer wallpaper is a picture of cherry blossoms. And I saw this necklace in a store when I was walking with my mom, and I thought you might like it. But it's okay if you don't want it—” He spoke fast until you interrupted him.

“I love it, thank you.” You smiled at him and took the necklace out of the box. “Could you help me with this?”

With some trepidation and uncertainty still present, Spencer positioned himself behind you with the jewel in his hands, carefully brushed your hair aside and fastened the necklace around your neck. The sensation of his fingers brushing against your skin made you feel a slight shiver.

“Thanks.” You said as you turned around to face him. You gave him a hug, though you were a little unsure.

He returned your embrace, feeling a sense of relief that things between you were okay. “You don't have to thank me.”

“It's not about the gift. It's just a way to say thanks for being you.”

Perhaps he was your prince after all.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #matthew gray gubler #mon’s fics ♡

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norrisainz33 · 9 days ago

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enemies to… pt.2 || mv33

summary: you have the race of your life in canada and a certain someone helps you celebrate against your better judgement

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

fc & warnings: none and bad language, very suggestive - you are responsible for the content you consume

a/n: if i had a nickel for every time i wrote a driver pairing and the two drivers i was basing them off had a blinder of a race when i was starting part 2 ,,, id have 2 nickels and that’s not a lot but it is weird it happened twice.... LETS GO KIMI AND GEORGE!!!!! p.s i got way too invested in this this is a LONG one xoxo

masterlist | pt 1

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

“YESSS! YES, YES, YES!!” you screamed into the radio, barely able to keep your hands steady on the wheel as you crossed the finish line in third place. p1. your first formula 1 win.

the mercedes pit wall exploded in cheers and through the radio crackle, toto’s voice came through steady as always but proud. “y/n! huge drive today, kid.” you could hear the smile in his voice. “you are a race winner! great work.”

you let out a shaking laugh, already crying. “thank you, toto. thank you for everything.” your voice cracked with emotion as you waved to the grandstands on your cool-down lap, heart thundering against your ribcage. this was it. the moment you’d been chasing your entire life and now, you’d finally caught it.

“what a race! great job, y/n!” bono chimed in next. “how do you feel?”

“so good!” you gasped, breathless and beaming beneath your helmet. “god this feels so good. i'm so grateful to you, to the team, to everyone who’s believed in me. this means everything.”

ahead, you caught sight of isack giving you a thumbs up from his parked car a small but solid nod of respect from one of your favorite people that made your chest swell even more.

your hands trembled as you unclipped your belts and rolled to a stop in front of the glowing red number 1 marker. with practiced motion and adrenaline-fueled excitement, you pulled off your steering wheel and set it on the car’s nose before hoisting yourself out of the cockpit. the noise of the crowd hit you in full force.

throwing your arms up to the sky, you let the roar of the fans wash over you. their cheers mingled with the sound of your own name being shouted by your crew. you leapt off the nose of the car and took off in a sprint toward the waiting arms of your mechanics and engineers, all of them ready for you, shouting, clapping, crying just like you.

you barely made it a few feet before your teammate caught you in a tight hug. “you bloody legend!” he shouted over the noise, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he lifted you a little off the ground and spun you around. “first win and a double podium for us! i’m so fucking proud of you.”

you couldn’t stop laughing, the sound mingling with the tears still clinging to your lashes as george set you back on the ground. “george! I can’t believe this—”

"believe it, superstar.” he slung an arm around your shoulder leading you toward the rest of the mercedes crew as you ripped your helmet off your head.

parc ferme was buzzing. high fives were being thrown, people were shouting your name, someone handed you a mercedes flag to wave, and another mechanic pushed a bottle of water into your hand while bono clapped you on the back. you were surrounded by joy, your joy and you let yourself just feel it.

then the crowd shifted. you glanced to the side, heart still pounding, and there he was.

max verstappen, hair damp with sweat and race suit unzipped, walked toward you with a half-smirk and that unreadable look in his eye. he clapped briefly for you, once, twice then stopped a few steps away.

george dropped his arm from your shoulder and gave max a stiff nod before retreating to let you have a moment.

max held your gaze. “p1, huh? guess all that pushing i forced you to do this season has paid off."

you laughed, “p2 isn’t so bad either. i thought you might catch me at one point.”

��i was close. annoyingly close, actually.” he squinted at you with a teasing glare, and then softer, added, “you deserved that today though. that was a hell of a drive.”

you smiled, a small but genuine one. “thanks, max. for that and for not running me off the track this time.”

he gave you a dry look but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “i like to keep things interesting.” then, quieter so only you could hear, “happiness suits you.”

you opened your mouth to respond but before you could say anything, a pr rep called your name from behind, reminding you it was time to head to the cool down room. max took a slow step back but didn’t break eye contact. “see you up there, winner,” he winked before turning and walking to the post race interview with nico rosberg.

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ynuser: P1 BABY LETS GO! WE FINALLY DID IT!!!! the car felt absolutely incredible today and i couldn’t be more pleased with this result. thank you to the best team in the whole world, the amazing and incredible fans who cheer for me every weekend, my friends and family who dared to dream big with me and to one of my biggest cheerleaders and overall best teammate ever, george. love you all more than anything 🩵

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user1: my y/l/nrussell heart i’m crying

yourbff: OK SHES AN F1 RACE WINNER

ynuser: YES SHE IS!!

user2: so deserved you are incredible

georgerussell63: it was always when not if 🩵

ynuser: thank you for always helping me keep my head up and for encouraging me to be the best me. i love you georgie 🩵

georgerussell63: love you more stinker

user20: honestly they don’t make teammates like this anymore. these two are the sweetest most supportive duo i can’t

lando: MY GOAT MY GOAT MY GOAT

ynuser: that’s you 🥀

lando: stfu! let me be proud of you! (even tho u neglected to shout me out in this post?)

ynuser: you’re one of my fans no?

user14: best day in the world for annoying people

maxverstappen1: congrats, y/n!

ynuser: thanks max!

user3: shaking did they really just interact like that after the race and comment on each others instargrams?! who do they think they are

user6: yeah i sobbed the entire last lap watching you cross that finish line

carmenmundt: so proud of you my beautiful girl 😘

ynuser: thank you carmen 😭🤍

mercedesamgf1: that’s our girl 🩵

ynuser: 🩵🩵🩵🩵

user99: y/n and george’s celebration may have been the most wholesome thing i’ve ever seen in all of sports

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user2: a y/n post?????? on main???????????

charlesleclerc: very interesting post we’ve got here

maxverstappen1: what ever could you mean by that

charlesleclerc: you know what i mean mate. 2 weeks ago you told me she was one of your least favorite people on the grid and now you’re showing up to races with her, publicly congratulating her in your post race interview and NOW POSTING HER ON INSTAGRAM

maxverstappen1: one could call it personal growth

charlesleclerc: you confuse me mon ami

user3: didn’t you try to kill her in spain

lando: 🤨

maxverstappen1: don’t even start

user5: brb claiming this energy! my y/l/nstappen agenda will never die

ynuser: crazy how you were there on the podium with me for my first win in karting and now you’re here with me in f1 🥹

maxverstappen1: wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else for either of them!

ynuser: you’ve gone soft on me

maxverstappen1: man enough to admit that yes! i 100% have

ynuser: it feels a little weird but i like it

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: ok so what was all that fighting for then

victoriaverstappen: is this who i think it is???

maxverstappen1: yes 😌

victoriaverstappen: so you two really worked everything out?

maxverstappen1: i’d like to think so! we definitely still have some figuring out to do but i think we’re headed on the right path

victoriaverstappen: i’m so glad to hear that 🤍

user8: t minus 3 hours before we get f1gossip posts of you guys kissing at some party

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“oh my god lando.” you grabbed his arm, eyes wide as you stared across the dance floor.

he blinked, very tipsy and very much mid-dance. “what?” he shouted over the pounding bass, lifting his drink to take another gulp.

"max is here!” you hissed, gripping his forearm as if he might blow away with the fog machine smoke. your hands trembled just slightly as you watched max verstappen part the crowd, dressed in a plain black tee, fitted jeans, and a ball cap low over his eyes. he was effortlessly casual and stupidly attractive... NOT that you’d ever say that out loud.

lando squinted in the direction you were looking. “okay...?” he gave you a confused look. “didn’t you invite him?”

“well yeah but now I’m scared!” you whisper-shouted, not understanding what lando wasn't picking up on here.

before lando could respond, george appeared behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder like the affectionate annoyance he was. “scared of what now?” he mumbled into your ear, already half-laughing.

you patted his cheek to shoo him off. “nothing, georgie. go away.”

“oh, it’s not nothing! don't lie now, y/n/n,” lando chimed in, way too gleeful for your liking. “miss p1 here invited verstappen and now she’s afraid to even look at him.”

george pulled back, narrowing his eyes like you’d just told him you were planning to join red bull. “since when are you afraid of max? i thought you were friends now?”

you shot him a warning glare, “now is not the time.” max was nearly at the velvet rope, weaving through bodies like he was making his way through eau rouge , casual but focused.

“y/n/n's got a little cru—”

“lando!” you hissed, smacking him in the stomach to shut him up. he made a dramatic show of stumbling back like he’d been shot.

“hey guys!” max greeted, flashing a smile. his voice was relaxed but his eyes lingered on you longer than they did on anyone else and you thought you may have even caught him giving you a once over which made you instantly self conscious.

george gave you a look so smug it could’ve been illegal while lando was still pretending to nurse his “injury” from your stomach smack. you swallowed, forcing your face into a smile. “hi max. you made it.”

“you invited me so of course i did.” he said, arching a brow in slight question. you were saved from replying by someone handing you another drink which you downed a little too quickly for dignity’s sake.

max just chuckled, leaning in slightly. “you always this nervous around me or just when you’re celebrating a podium?”

you laughed way too loud and way too fast, “don’t flatter yourself, verstappen.”

he smirked, “wouldn’t dream of it.” but his gaze lingered on you as charles called him over from the bar.

as he turned to go, promising to come right back, george nudged you. “you are aware he was flirting, right?”

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maxfewtrell: when is she not?

lando: now thats a good question

alexandrasaintmluex: brb on my way. charles and max are in some heated conversation and i want my girly

lando: WAIT WAIT WAIT ABOUT WHAT

alexandrasaintmluex: max not shooting his shot or something with some girl

lando: oh alex do i have some news and a mission for you

alexnadrasaintmluex: WHAT

lando: i think they may be talking abt ur girly. please gather some intel before i spill more bc she will kill me

alexandrasaintmluex: oh my god charles just said: if you don't get back over there and get y/n alone i'm going to start screaming in the middle of this bar

alexandrasaintmluex: does she want that???

lando: Y E S

alexandrasaintmluex: brb going to weasel my way into this conversation and get max to go get her

lando: MY GOAT LETS GOOOOO

georgerussell63: real

lando: thanks for always getting it mate

ynuser: lack of rizz and aura yet i look hot as fck here

lando: you look stupid?

ynuser: i hate you so bad

lando: ok go hang out with max then?

ynuser: I HATE YOU SO BAD

isackhadjar: man where was my invite

lando: dunno mate! get your ass to stereo!

isackhadjar: omw!

francolapinto: would u hate me if i said she has rizz and aura and i kinda like it

lando: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW EW EW EW EW

francolapinto: message received

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as you made your way back from the bathroom the room spun in that warm sparkling way alcohol and adrenaline combine after a night you’ll never forget. you were very much caught up in your own thoughts as you weaved through the sea of bodies. you and max had just made up, barely a a few weeks removed from finally squashing years of tension, mind games, and trackside fights. you’d told him, rather explicitly, that you wanted to focus on being friends. keep things simple. focus on racing.

but the high of winning, of finally standing on the top step, of the club lights glinting off champagne flutes and the bass thudding in your chest was all making it really hard to think about anything other than how badly you wanted to figure out how max’s hands would feel tangled in your hair or gripping your bare waist.

“alright, alright, alright,” george declared as you flopped down onto the velvet couch across from him. he looped an arm around carmen’s shoulders and tugged her into the conversation. “here’s a thought. what if,” he grinned, “we get my darling girl to lightly suggest to mr. verstappen that he should make a move on you?”

carmen blinked, clearly blindsided by the proposal. “i’m sorry, what am I being recruited for?”

“absolutely not!” you said quickly. “we are not sending secret agents into battle!! this is not year six disco night.”

“but it kind of is,” lando chimed in, sipping his drink and loving the chaos. “you’re both single, both here, both trying to act like you're not wildly into each other.”

george raised his hands in defense, mischief still dancing in his eyes. “come on, y/n. you just won your first race! i haven't seen you like this in a while, you're absolutely buzzing. let yourself enjoy it. blow off some steam.” he leaned in with a knowing look, “and now that max has been demoted from Public Enemy Number 1 to… let’s say attractive rival with unresolved tension, I mean this is literally the perfect setup. and lets not forget you literally invited him.”

"the alcohol invited him," you glared at george, “and don't drag carmen into this mess.”

"too bad because i already dragged alexandra into it!" lando announced causing your stomach to drop. "and would you look at that! here she comes with max!"

you sat upright nearly knocking over your drink as your eyes landed on alexandra weaving her way toward the vip booth with max just behind her. "you meddling twat," you hissed at lando but he just smiled back at you.

alexandra arrived first, all glowing skin and glittering eyes, dropping a hand dramatically onto your shoulder. "hope you're ready," she whispered just as max came to a stop beside her.

"hey," he greeted the group but his eyes were on you. "congrats again."

you gave him a smile, shy and unsure, the complete opposite of how you’d felt ripping around circuit gilles villeneuve earlier that day, “thanks again.”

before the awkwardness could settle, alexandra clapped her hands together, “alright, so here's the deal... lando, carmen, george and i are going to go check out the bar across the dance floor with charles. apparently he's doing vodka maple syrup shots or something equally ridiculous.”

lando blinked, “wait, we are?”

“yes,” alexandra snapped, shooting him a 'shut up and follow my lead' look. “it's for the bit.”

“but-” you started, panic rising in your throat as your friends started to all stand up.

alexandra leaned in, close enough only for you to hear. “you’re welcome, babe!”

before you could protest further, the group was moving and within and instant it was just you and max. he let out a sigh and slipped into the spot beside you on the couch, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “our friends are real subtle, huh?”

you laughed, "yeah, i kinda hate them right about now."

max smiled with a shake of his head, "i don't."

you looked over at him and the way he was watching you was maddening. you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the fact that he’d just looked straight at you like you were his next trophy but your brain was a puddle. you tilted your head toward him, trying to sound light, “didn’t we agree to just be friends?”

he shrugged, his fingers circling the rim of his glass as he looked away briefly then back at you. “well yeah but friends can sit too close on a couch, right?” and just like that, he shifted, just an inch, maybe two, closing the space between you so that his leg rested completely against yours.

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of everything now.. the sweat-slicked air, the warmth radiating off him, the music thrumming like a pulse around you. “friends who sit close,” you echoed, “that’s a dangerous game, no?”

max leaned in, slow and unhurried, his voice low, “only if you don’t want to play.”

“you’re not going to make this easy, are you?” you whispered, eyes locked on his.

a cocky grin spread across his face, “nope.”

you opened your mouth to say something else but he was already moving again. slowly, carefully, max reached for your hand that was resting on your bare leg. his fingers brushed yours, then laced them together. his eyes flicked to yours searching for some sort of protest but when he didn't find it, he moved your hand further and placed it on his thigh causing you to gulp.

“i’ll be good,” he said quietly, with a look that told you he wouldn’t. “that is... unless you want me to be bad.”

you let out a laugh that was loud, unexpected, full of disbelief at both him and yourself, "you? good?"

he looked proud of himself, “for you, maybe.”

“shut up,” you muttered, hiding your smile in your glass as you took a sip but you didn’t move your hand and neither did he.

his thumb traced lazy circles against the top of your hand, the heat of his thigh beneath your palm sending your thoughts into disarray. max leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing your cheek. “I think you like this more than you’re letting on,” he murmured, voice half a dare, half a promise.

you turned your head again just enough to meet his eyes. “and if I do?”

he didn’t answer right away. he just stared at you, gaze dropping briefly to your lips, then back up again - checking, asking. you could’ve said no. you could’ve pulled away. you could’ve reminded him, and yourself, that you were supposed to be keeping things simple. instead, you whispered, “do something about it.”

that was all he needed. max leaned in and kissed you, it was slow at first, like he was testing the waters but the second you kissed him back, squeezing your fingers around his thigh, the tension broke like a wave. his free hand rose to your jaw, steadying you as he deepened it, your lips moving together like they’d been waiting years to do this like every race, every fight, every side-eye in a press conference had been foreplay.

you barely noticed the buzz of noise from the bar fade until it was broken by an unmistakable round of slow, sarcastic clapping. you pulled back from max just in time to see the whole group standing across the room, absolutely beaming like a bunch of proud, meddling idiots.

“about time!” lando shouted, raising his drink in a toast.

max let out a low groan, burying his face in your shoulder for a second before turning to the group with a mock glare.

“you’re welcome!” george called, making a heart with his hands.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off your face as max leaned back in, whispering against your ear, “we’re never living this down, are we?”

you shook your head, still breathless. “not a chance.”

“worth it,” he said, before kissing you again this time without hesitation and definitely without regrets. "lets get out of here."

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lando: i am filled with disgust at 1) the slander and 2) the image and implications of the image

ynuser: you advocated for this to happen let me reminder you AND you told max f within maybe 2 minutes of catching max and i kissing the first time

lando: LIAR

alexandrasaintmluex: you're welcome sweetie pie

ynuser: thank you my knight in shining armour

georgerussell63: brb leaking this as we speak

ynuser: make sure you at least blur out the words so they don't know its you doing it

georgerussell63: already done

maxverstappen1: they'll surely leak it now

ynuser: undoubtedly!

maxverstappen1: thanks for spending the night and the whole day with me.. i wish you didn't have to leave

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹 i'll be back in a few hours!!

maxverstappen1: hurry

yourbff: GIRL WHAT HAPPENED TO JUST FRIENDS????

ynuser: your honor i am just a girl and to be fair we are still technically just friends…….. with a benefit or two

liamlawson31: is that…… is that max verstappen??

ynuser: can neither confirm nor deny

danielriccardo: thank god honestly

ynuser: real

iamrebeccad: i miss one gp and you win and post a man?

ynuser: yes 😔�� i wish you were here. i'll catch you up in austria though i promise

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you glanced over at max, his face calm and focused as he was in the process of finishing a sim race, fingers moving with casual precision. the hum of the setup was the only sound in the room. he looked so at home like that with his headphones on, tshirt slightly askew, brows drawn in concentration.

you’d spent most of your time off together this past week with lazy mornings, late night drives, quiet dinners on the couch. it felt natural, easy even and like something you should have been doing for a long time. but something about knowing you’d both be flying to austria tomorrow, back into the high-speed chaos of the paddock, made your stomach twist.

you stared at your hands in your lap and whispered, “i don’t want to be friends.”

max didn’t hear you at first or maybe he wasn’t sure he had. his head peeked around the his chair, brows raised. “what was that, liefde?”

you met his eyes and forced the words out clearly, “i don’t want to be friends.”

he paused his game without hesitation, almost startlingly quick. he turned in his chair to face you fully, still wearing that look of confusion, “you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”

“no,” you said quickly, standing and moving toward him. “i mean, yes, obviously I do but not just that. i want… more. i want to be more than just your friend.”

max's shoulders dropped with relief, his lips twitching into a small smile. “you do?”

you nodded, heart pounding. “i do. but… i also want to keep it just ours, at least for now. i know the others know we're seeing each other casually but I don’t want to anyone to know its official official until we’re both ready. just you and me for now.”

max stood up slowly, taking your hand in his. “being yours is all i've ever wanted.”

you grinned and the tension melted off your shoulders. outside, the world waited - austria, media, podiums, gossip, all of it. but in here, it was just you and him and that was more enough.

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bunny-1111 · 7 months ago

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Wooooo Theo requests are opennnnnn

Could we have some jealous Theo pls?

Ofc you can... jealous Theo, here we go.

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warning: swearing, aggressive behaviour, sexual innuendo

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It was unusual for you to intentionally piss Theo off, yes, you loved to tease him from time to time, but Theodore Nott has always been a hot-headed assassin if you push him far enough.

That brings you to today, more specifically, one hour and three minutes ago, when Professor Snape entrusted your class to choose partners for an upcoming assignment.

Of course, as usual, you had made your way to Theo to get started. To your complete surprise, your teddy was already settled and started with none other than Daphne Greengrass.

The problem with Greengrass was that she and Theodore were both house Prefects together, and their corridor patrol had already been a tense conversation topic during your last argument.

She kept him from you. Yes, it was mandatory, but respecting your girlfriend's boundaries should also be compulsory, you recall stating. He kissed your forehead and muttered something about you being overdramatic.

So you suck your teeth and tap him on the shoulder, his body turning to you with such imperturbable composure that it was almost as if you were interrupting.

"Work together?" you smiled, your lips too tight

His hand had gestured back to Daphne. "I can't, Greengrass bet you to it, darling", he explained, letting out an almost nervous chuckle.

You took a moment to scan the scene; we're playing this game, sure, game on.

"Really?" You questioned, your voice a little higher than usual, only to be met with a nod, so you smiled once more before leaving him with a quick peck on his cheek.

That brings you to now, watching them from a distance, the quill in your hand threatening to snap from the grip you held.

"Oh, come on, working with me can't be that bad, can it?" Lorenzo joked, gently insinuating to let go of your death grip before ink exploded everywhere

"No Enzo, it's not, just plotting for murder" you sigh, nudging your head in Theo's direction

"don't go all dark on us common folk, kid" he laughed

"Oh, I'm not. The rest of you are safe... for now," you joke back

"But seriously, Enz" you continue, throwing your hand in their direction.

"Yeah, well, I'd say bring it up tonight, but your boy's got patrol tonight too. He told us he can't come for a late-night fly, you see," rambled Enzo, now joining your stare towards Theo and Daphne.

"He does?" you beam

"He does." Enzo states

You nod as your face reflects a plan coming into your mind, a taste of his own medicine

"Oh no, I don't like that look." warns Enzo

"I don't know what you're referring to?" you practically sing

"What's more, I don't like that tone in you're the voice," he says, moving slightly away from you.

"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate our friendship, Enz?" You almost pout

"Nope, no, don't start this", he complains

"How about for two hundred galleons?" you pry

"Ok, what're we doing" he smiles.

By the time dinner rolled around, you had made an undeniable choice not to sit next to Theodore. Instead, you nestled between Blaise and Lorenzo, moving in closer to Enzo than comfortable. Laughing a little too loud at his jokes, holding eye contact for a second too long.

You observed Theo's demeanour across from you. His fork clattered against his plate, his appetite visibly waning. Across the table, his dark eyes narrowed, flicking between you and Lorenzo.

It was working, and you would finish with a bang.

When Lorenzo reached out of his pocket a small piece of parchment and passed it into your hand without shame. Taking the paper you open it, smile and nod his way.

By instinct, Theodore's hand shot over the table to examine the note for himself, but you were a step ahead, moving it just out of his reach, before shoving it in your own pocket.

"Passing notes to your best friend, girl, huh, Enz?" Theos tone ice cold

"For our assignment in Snape's class, ain't that right?" Enzo smiled playfully, knocking his shoulder into your own

"Right, Snapes class" you reply

"ah shit, I slept in this morning. Who'd I get paired up with?" complained Mattheo

"Don't stress, Riddle. We get to pick; it's whoever you'd like," you explain, your eyes not leaving a now agitated Theo.

By the end of dinner, you’d had enough fun—almost. As you stood to leave, Theo caught your arm.

“Come by tonight?” His voice was low, almost hesitant.

You smiled, sharp. “I can’t, things to do. You’ve got patrol, remember? Have fun.” turning on your heels, leaving him strained.

Theodore almost constantly got his way, but this, this had to be dealt with; what the fuck was your problem and what the fuck were you up to.

Late into the night, Theodore walked cooly through the dungeons, Daphne beside him; as they walked, Daphne rambled on about Merlin knows, but Theodore didn't hear a word. He heard quick, shuffled footsteps around the corner; assuming it was some trouble-making third years, he quickened his pace.

As he approaches closer, he finally spots a shadow, as he squints his eyes he thinks he can make the shape out to be a girl

"Hey, stop right there!" he calls out, his voice echoing back in the quite of the night

Turning around you prepare to shrug your shoulders or run, depending on his reaction

"Alright, caught me fair and square, Officer Nott," you say mockingly holding your hands up

"Baby? The fuck are you doing, do you know what time it is?" he rushes brows furrowed, hand reaching for your face, he almost feels the need to examine you for injury, you're never out this late.

"I'm just fine, you won't write me up for this, will you," you grin taking a step away from him "Hi Daphne," you say as she comes around the corner

Before Theodore could reply or get an answer from you loud footsteps are heard again, this time not coming from you

"Are you with someone" he spills out, his voice sharp, accusatory

Opening your mouth to answer, before you could get a word out Lorenzo appears from the corner behind you

"You ready?" Enzo calls out to you then turns to Theo. "Hey mate, patrol kicking your ass or what?" he laughs walking to your side

"No, but I'll be kicking your ass if you don't explain to me why the fuck you're meeting my girlfriend at half past one in the morning?" Theo practically growled

"We're going to the astronomy tower, if you'll excuse us" you explain brows raised, attempting to walk off with Enzo, before Lornezo and yourself could walk all but four steps, Theos extending his rough hand to Enzos chest, halting any movenmt

"I don't think so, Daphne if you wouldn't mind walking Mr Berkshire here to his dorm, make sure he gets to bed" Theo demands, stalking closer. "I'll handle trouble of here myself" His eyes darkening as his hand finds your back immediately ushering you away before Daphne can even agree.

Theodore took you down a long hallway, out of sight before pressing you against a wall "The fuck kind of game are you playing with me, you think this shits gonna slide with me?" he mumbles as his hand slides up the wall behind you

"I was just seeing a friend, we were gonna work on Snapes project" you protest

"Yeah not on my fucking watch you're not" his voice now raised

"We're trying to sleep here!" A portrait from above calls out

"See don't want to upset the paintings now do we, I'll be going" you smile foot in front of the other, before you feel a pull forcing you back in your place, Theodore fingers gripping you by the loop of your jeans

"you got a real knack for pissing me off, y'know that," he says, his lips inches away from yours, his voice low

"feelings mutual, Nott" you mutter

Before you can protest anymore, his lips come crashing down onto yours, heavy, rough, possessive. You try to wrap your arms around him only to be met with his hands tight-gripped on each side of your hips, like he is trying to anchor himself. He was literally putting you in your place as his lips left yours too quickly

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.

"Let me make something clear, try to get it through your thick, fucking, skull", he spat, his finger gently digging into your temple

"I'm not spending tonight with Greengrass by choice alright, I know why your doing this shit, you have nothing to worry about, don't give me a damn reason to question you" he rants

"I-" you interject

"No, I'm talking." he interrupts

"I don't share whats mine, you're mine" he continues his tone so sharp, it wasn't up for question, all you could do was nod

"So now you're gonna say sorry, Theodore and then we're gonna go to my dorm, so when you get to Snapes class tomorrow, you'll be limping" he orders

"I'm sorry" you say almost too quickly hoping the two words would be enough to get you to his dorm as soon as possible

"Good girl, I'm sorry too, for not making things with Daphne clearer, we belong to each other you and me" he says as his hand rubs up and down your arm

You nod once again in agreement

"Now what the fuck to do about Enzo" he laughs, cracking his knuckles as if to prepare

"No! I paid him to do this, I knew you'd be on shift, I knew you'd catch us" you ramble out

The confession makes Theo stop dead in his tracks

"You what?"

"I didn't know what else to do" you admit

"How much did he take?" he almost smiles

"300" you mutter

"that cheap git" he spits out

"Alright" he mutters picking you up throwing you over his shoulder

"Hey!" you yelp out

"Shut it!" a portrait from above called out

Ignoring the crowd above completely, Theo picks up his pace. "So this time, you can't run away", he says, tightening his grip on your thigh.

Let's just say the next morning in Snape's class, partners were swapped very quickly, Theodore insisting Lorenzo and Daphne were stationed on the opposite side of class; coincidence? Highly unlikely.

woohoo jealous teddy put me in my place next

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zzbubblegumbitchzz · 3 months ago

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alright. i’ve had a few people ask for more brat tamer Quinn. but to fully understand brat tamer quinn. we need to go into some basics of the dom/sub relationship he’s apart of right? we need to talk about what makes him tick and what makes him explode.

cw: dom/sub relationship, rules, mentions of punishment, pretty tame tbh, just back story

Every day Quinn is a soft dom right? We all agree on this. He's a lover, he’s not really a fighter. Especially when it comes to you. but he has real thin patience when it comes to you, cause he knows you know how to act. He absolutely knows. You’ve always been so good for him, even before you two fully established the dominant and submissive part of your relationship.

I’ve talked pretty briefly about daddy quinn/casual dominance and how it’s started, but let’s talk about that more real quick.

That first sleepover with him, he noticed your phone going off way more than he was used to. Alarms, not texts or calls or social media notifications. Alarms.

“Why do you have so many alarms, honey?”

“Oh! Just helps me remember things, I'm bad at that. Wouldn’t really eat if I didn’t have a reminder. I just get busy and forget, so 100 alarms a day to keep me in line” with a little laugh and that’s when his lightbulb moment clicks.

He always was under the impression you were so independent and he might settle for only really being dominant in his bedroom with you but that? Now, he could work with that.

So that night he got on your phone and made note of all the times and the labels. Woke up super early, made breakfast for you and after? He reminded you to take your medicine. Filled up your water bottle and gave you a bag of snacks before he took you to work. Texts you throughout the day, “time for a snack baby.” “Go refill your bottle.” “Do you wanna go out or cook tonight?” “Put your pj’s in the bathroom for you, won’t be home when you get to mine so let yourself in and get all cozy. Don’t forget to refill the water bottle after your shower baby.”

You then slowly remove all those alarms, cause he’s your alarm.

It’s a slow build, he doesn’t wanna scare you with it. Cause yes he wants you to need him for everything, he wants to have control over you but at the end of every day you call the shots. If you don’t like something? He’s not doing it again. Your comfort and wellbeing is most important to Quinn. So once he’s home, and his pretty baby is comfortable in her pj’s and in his bed - he's going to bring up a system.

“Why don’t we make a checklist? Something you fill out everyday. I can make it on my notes app or in the reminders and add you to it. That way I can make sure it's done and you are well taken care of, especially if I'm not home.”

And he notices the way your eyes get glassed over, the way your eyes show no thoughts. You just nod, “uh huh” and now he's typing out your daily to do’s with little notes. He adds himself because “it's always helpful when you're not doing it alone.”

Quinn + Bunny’s Daily List:

• Brush teeth - AM

• Morning meds

• Skin care - don't forget sunscreen!

• Drink 2 bottles of water, and one glass before your coffee.

• Eat breakfast (even just a protein bar)

• Lunch too

• Shower after work, get out of those uncomfy clothes

• Make dinner/eat dinner

• Evening meds

• Brush teeth - pm

• Skincare - moisturizer too

Set’s up a reward list too, nothing too crazy. Just small stuff, you pick dinner, a new stuffed animal, a new book. Just small things Quinn knows brings you joy.

Once you're in a steady routine with him, that's when he starts to introduce you into his stern tone.His rules. His punishments.

Quinn + Bunny’s Rules:

1. Always share if you're having a bad day, can't help if I don't know.

2. 3 meals a day.

3. Your body is a temple, treat it as such. Aka listen to your body.

4. Don’t talk back, everything I do is for good. - Everything I do is for good, your best interest is always at the forefront of my mind.

5. Never go to bed without an ‘I love you’.

Quinn’s rules are straight forward, they're never too controlling or too much. He wants your say and your opinion. Your voice matters. Asking why or for more clarification is not talking back, to him it shows that you need more, that you need guidance. He never wants you to go in blind.

Now I firmly believe he hates punishments. He hates making you cry, hates telling you “where'd my good girl go?” cause he watches your eyes get sad and he never wants to be the reason you're sad. But he knows, sometimes to get his point across he needs to be stern with you.

It’s never really a conversation either, it's not a “we should try this.” it's a “we fell into this” and now it's just; you guys. It's what works for you both.

#qh43 #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes headcanon #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fluff #daddy quinn #dom!quinn #soft dom!quinn

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mintmatcha · 5 months ago

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Inevitable Things : chapter twelve

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks, fingering

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Sticky and wet. Your pants are sticky and wet.

Pulling your panties up while still damp was a big mistake, you think as you walk back through the restaurant. The water you spilled in the restroom is all down your ass and is quickly cooling to an uncomfortable temperature, not to mention the absolute mess of cum and spit that's currently in the gusset of your panties-

And yet none of it manages to ruin your mood.

Really, you should feel bad. Guilty, at the very least. You should be feeling bad about doing this to Touya, doing this in a public fucking space--

But, you don’t. Not in the slightest. No, you feel good. Better than you have in a very long time. There’s a levity in your step that you don't think you've ever had. It takes effort to tamp down your smile as you slide back into the table, adjusting your hair just in case. Your whole body is buzzing with post orgasm bliss, but you can't let Hizashi know that.

“Oh my god, there you are!” Hizashi slams his hands down and groans. “I thought you got lost!”

You never even got to pee. That’s a bit of a bummer, but you think it’s a worthy sacrifice. Fuck, you’ll never pee again if that's the alternative.

“There was a line,” you dismiss. God, you need to cum more often. This is great. Maybe you can masturbate tonight when you get back to the hotel room-

A tingle thrills up your spine as you remember the fact that you won't be alone tonight. No, Aizawa is coming back with you, putting that talented fucking mouth of his to good use. You should have tried this years ago; it certainly would have made work more tolerable. It would have made Aizawa more tolerable too.

Fuck, you wish you could tell Hizashi that he was right; having fun is great. You had almost forgotten that being in love could be fun.

Not that you're in love. That would be criminally insane. You're just high off of post orgasmic bliss.

“Where did Aizawa go?” you ask, casually. Hizashi quirks a brow as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Taking a call. Manufacturing had an issue, apparently.”

“Again?”

Manufacturing is always having an issue; it comes with the territory for biomedical companies. Production of the products is actually outsourced, including the computer chips needed for the bed. Most of the time, issues can be dealt with internally, but there are also times that it has to be elevated all the way to engineering. It’s a good lie, in theory, but Aizawa is going to have to explain why they are contacting a lead engineer and not someone lower on the food chain.

“Um,” you shift in your seat. The excitement inside you needs to come out or else you might explode. “I got a text from the guy from last night.”

“Shut up-- that’s why you were gone so long, huh? Sexting in the bathroom?”

Oh, he’d die if he knew the truth. Absolutely die.

“We weren’t sexting.” Not a lie! “But, I think I'm going to invite him over to my room tonight.”

Hizashi tilts his head down so he can look at you from over his glasses. It's a very Nemuri move, complete with her little smirk.

“Are you gonna just make out again, or…?”

You tap your heels against the floor.

“No,” you hum, as innocently as possible.

“No?”

“No, I--” Oh, you have to literally bite your tongue to kill your smile. It's like being sixteen again, giddy and giggly over nothing- “I think I wanna do more.”

With a mouth like that, you might just let Aizawa do whatever he wants. Hell, you had asked to go slow, but now that you've had a taste, you don't know if you can keep the brakes on. You had forgotten how good it feels to be wanted, to be craved, to be touched… and Shouta seems determined to give you everything you need.

Hizashi physically reacts by grabbing the table and shaking it with a slack jawed amazement.

“Yes! Yes!” You have to grab your drink and Aizawa to stop them from spilling, but you're laughing all the while. “Good for you!”

“Hizashi, the waters!”

“Who is this guy?” Hizashi asks. “Is he cute? Is he nice?”

Is Aizawa cute? Not really. He's more… handsome than cute. Hardened, but soft. And he's certainly not nice. In fact, you’d label him as very not nice. Mean, even. Though, he did get you that sandwich this morning, which was really sweet. And he has those cats, which makes him a little softer than you first imagined-

“He's okay, I guess,” you settle on.

Hizashi nods, a bit too solemn. It sets you on edge, the way he clams up as he watches you, eyeing up and down over and over. You can practically see the gears turning in his brain as he thinks.

“Shut up.” He leans in on his elbows, sternly. “It's Shouta, isn't it?”

Don't panic. You're pinned down, like a bug under glass, but you can't panic. Luckily, your brain is still stupidly swimming, so you're able to fight your institution and just stare back at him with what you hope is a bewildered glare.

“What.”

The man leans back and scoffs, then scoffs again, louder. His hand lies over his heart as if you've slapped him, indignant. The restaurant suddenly isn’t loud enough; you need the music to be turned up or for the crowd to get thicker to hide what’s about to come out of this man’s mouth.

“Oh my god, it's totally him! You’re totally boning!”

Fuck. Double fuck.

“I mean, you both just disappeared at the same time-” Hizashi jolts up mid sentence. “Did you guys just fuck in the bathroom?! Oh my god, good for you! Is he good? He’s gotta be good-”

Oh, shit. Oh, damn. The room might be closing in on you actually. It's time to do what you do worst: lie. You push away from the table with a snort, lip curled up the way Aizawa's does.

“That's disgusting , Hizashi.” Oh, there’a vitriol in that. You almost smile out of pride, but you keep your cool. You have to-- you can't ruin this thing between you before it's even really started. “In a bathroom? With him? I'd rather die.”

Your charade doesn’t seem to affect him.

“Oh, come on-” he laughs. “You're telling me you two don't have something going on? You both just magically found other people last night?”

“I wouldn't sleep with him if he was the last man on earth,” you insist. “Aizawa is awful! Awful! Why would I ever-?”

A figure looms over you. “What did I walk into?”

Triple fuck. From someone who stomps most of the time, Aizawa certainly has a quiet step today. You swivel around, trying to flash a panicked look. Somehow, Aizawa seems to understand. His brow flickers up for a brief second, then returns to the usual unimpressed spot. Should you be worried that the two of you have figured out lying this easily? Usually, Touya just lies to you, not with you.

“Hizashi thinks we're sleeping together.” You wave a hand dismissively. You hope that no one else notices that Aizawa’s face is noticeably damp-- freshly washed.

“Ugh.” He rolls his head back as if he’s been slapped, sliding into the seat beside Hizashi. His foot bumps against you and you question if it’s on purpose. Is.. was that his good leg? Or the bad one? Maybe he’s kicking you accidentally. “Her? What's wrong with you?”

Oh, ouch. That. Huh.

Logically, you know it’s just part of the lie you’ve started, but it still somehow stings. Rejection, even fake rejection, makes you ache. It falls too close to home, too close to Touya. (Not that you’re thinking about Touya tonight. No-- you’re allowing yourself to have fun. You’re forgetting him the same way he’s probably forgotten about you--)

Swallowing down your pride, you adjust yourself in your seat, pulling on your still soaked pants-

“You aren't a prize either.” Again, your own bite surprises you. “I've been dealing with your shitty attitude for years and-”

“My shitty attitude? You're the one who stomps around when your boyfriend gets fired.”

Your jaw falls slack. Okay, you should be offended, but… there’s an edge of something attractive in the way his dark eyes narrow. The grit to his voice reminds you of moments ago, how he talks to you when you’re alone-

“That’s rich.” You’re watching his face. Oh, that sting? It’s changed. Now, there’s a simmering want inside you, begging to be fed. You need him mad, need him angry, need him riled up- “Where’s your girlfriend?”

There’s a freeze. Both men have mirrored expressions of surprise. Aizawa blinks, then tightens his expression. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, that’s right.” You lift your glass and pretend to inspect the liquid inside. “You’ve been single since I’ve met you.”

Stunned, Hizashi opens his mouth to say something, but Aizawa beats him to the punch. He bends over the table with a glowering expression, those dark eyes boring into you. It reminds you of the fights you two had in office, but now that expression thrills you instead of terrifies.

“Oh, fuck you,” he seethes. “Sorry that I’m not whoring myself over the office with the interns.”

Oh, you kind of want to suck his cock right now. Obviously, you’ve always had a thing for red flags, but this is kind of ridiculous. He must have done something fucking magical or satanic to you pussy to make you act like this. Are you acting insane? You might be acting insane.

“Excuse me?” you ask through your teeth.

Oh, he’s riled up now, his eyes narrowed into slits. “ I saw those bruises you sucked into Kaminari.”

That steals a genuine laugh from you. Is that a genuine concern for him? You certainly hope not; Denki is… well, he’s Denki. He’s a sweet guy in his own regard, but you wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole. He’s young and, clearly, you prefer older guys.

(Huh. That’s a new revelation for you. Touya is your age, but… There’s something unbelievably sexy about the grey at Aizawa’s temple, the wrinkles next to his eyes-)

“You think I’m fucking that kid? Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

Oh, you hope he does. You hope he absolutely ruins you.

“Fuck-”

“Okay, okay,” Hizashi interrupts you, arms spread as if keeping you both from leaping over the table. “You people! What happened to the truce?”

“You happened!”

Somehow the rest of dinner goes well. Hizashi makes sure the conversation steers towards work and his plans for the night. You do have to give the wait staff an extra big tip-- Hizashi may have said ‘butt plug’ a bit too loudly for the poor guy’s comfort.

Occasionally, Shouta looks your way. He ponders a bit too long on your features, has a bit too much of a smile on his face. His leg bumps against your again, a silent reminder that he’s there. Honestly, thank god that Hizashi was convinced by your lies, because this man is being obvious.

And frankly, you’re living for it.

You’re still vibrating with excitement by the time you all leave together. He’s coming back to your room tonight, coming back for more. You might be getting addicted to this feeling, addicted to being wanted, to cumming on someone’s tongue-

Maybe you should throw caution to the wind and fuck him.

Oh, that thought sends a chill up your spine. It’s been so long since you’ve been filled. Sex always came with anxiety before, but now, you might be excited. Especially when Aizawa’s cock seems so fucking thick-

“You all ready for tomorrow?” Hizashi’s voice shocks you out of your thoughts. God, you’re worse than him! One orgasm and you’ve devolved into a needy pervert.

Aizawa groans, pressing his thumbs into his temples. The hotel lobby buzzes with life as you all enter. The tiles seems to get more dazzling at night, blue illuminated by the dangling chandeliers and air of excitement.

“No. It’s going to be a long night.”

Hizashi elbows his friend’s side. “No mysterious girl for you tonight, huh? Too busy studying?”

Aizawa is starkly quiet for a long moment, mouth screwed tight as if the question upset him. You almost worry that he’s considering it-- that he’s going to go back to his room without you, and dread sets into your bones. The need has already built back up inside you, anticipation tingling all the way to your fingers. It’s a little alarming, how quickly you’ve gotten addicted to the idea of fucking him, to cumming with him-

Aizawa shrugs away your worries. “I’ll find time.”

Internally, you cheer.

“Aw, you dog. Now- Do I need to supervise you two?” Hizashi teases as he turns on his heel, walking backwards into the hall. “Escort you to your rooms so you don’t murder each other in the elevator?”

“I think we’ll manage,” you say as you press the button. Hizashi leaves and the two of you are left in silence.

The elevator door rumbles closed behind you two after you both set in. Aizawa shifts back against the wall with a sigh, barely audible over the gentle muzak. He looks tired, but in a different way than usual: a gentle, content exhaustion, one that wears well on his features, but doesn’t deepen the creases on his brow. It suits him much more than the usual, miserable look he has.

“I should stop by my room before-” Aizawa starts.

You press off of the wall and close the distance between you. It doesn't matter what he was going to say, because you weren't going to listen anyway. Instead, you press yourself up on to your toes and catch his lips mid sentence, moving fast and sure enough that you catch him completely off guard. You can feel his surprise in his inward gasp as you force him back against the cold steel wall. There's a moment of hesitation -shock, you realize gleefully- before he caves into you, hands on your waist dragging you in until your hips press against his.

The quiet gives you space to enjoy the tiny moments he gives you: the hitch in his breath when you hold him tighter, the rumble in his chest when your teeth close around his lower lip, the sound of fabric against fabric as his hands drift lower and his hands grip your ass-

“You really piss me off,” he mumbles into you. “You get off on lying, don’t you?”

Only with him, you think. Only with you. The door dings open and you loosen your grip, but Aizawa holds firm, holds tight.

“Aizawa,” you mumble into his lips, but he just keeps going. “Ai-”

Another peck shuts you up for a moment.

“Shouta!”

Finally, he reacts and lets you go, his touch trailing on you for just a moment longer. You have to jut out an arm to stop the door from closing again.

“Listen-” he exhales. “I am going to my room. I’m going to shower, brush my teeth, then come to you. Okay?”

More than okay. Perfect. Excellent. Ideal.

“Okay.” You try to play it cool, but his nose wrinkles in delight at the tremble in your voice. “I’ll be waiting.”

Stepping out of the elevator, you glance behind one last time. It feels like you should say something, give him a goodbye, but instead you just watch the doors close in silence. His eyes never leave you, staring with a silent, hungering desire.

You might have to fuck him.

Back in your room, you do the same as him. You brush your teeth, rinse the day off of your body, and contemplate yourself in the fogged reflection of the mirror. The buzzing in your skin is either anxiety or excitement, maybe a bit of both, but you can’t stop riding the high that comes with them. Being wanted feels good, too good, impossibly good- so good that you’re afraid it’s about to be taken away.

Logically, it will be. This… thing must have a terminating point somewhere. There’s no possible way that the two of you continue this into the workplace, is there? Everything ends at some point, everyone leaves eventually-

No. Focus. Have fun. Focus on having fun.

You didn’t pack any perfume, so you hope the hotel body wash smells alluring enough. Your hair still looks okay enough that you don’t need to bother styling it- but you still try to, just a bit. It’s normal to want to look nice, to smell soft, to be soft, but there’s also an embarrassment to wanting to be pretty. You hadn’t felt it before, but now, you’re suddenly concerned about the curves of your body and how it sits differently than you want. He’s seen most of you before, and yet you’re now caught up in the imperfections. Which underwear did you pack again? Nothing sexy, that’s for sure. Only skin tone bras too. Fuck-- you don’t actually know if you own anything enticing.

Do you even own anything sexy?

What clothes should you even wear for him anyway? I’d be strange to put your clothes back on, right? What about pajamas? What will he be wearing? Hopefully not that fucking yellow sweatshirt he works in. You find yourself pacing around the room in only your towel, tidying up and trying to decide what the best option is. Maybe just a shirt? Like Winnie the Pooh?

No, that’s stupid. Ugh, you wish you were someone like Nemuri, someone bold and sexy and confident--

What would Nemuri do?

The dreaded knock at the door stocks you from your worry. You make a quick decision; turning out all of the lights, you tiptoe to the front door and peer out the peephole. Yes, it’s him, dressed in a simple white shirt, dark hair freshly washed. His expression is unreadable, as usual, but perhaps on the brink of anxious.

Why would he be nervous? The thought makes you giggle. Maybe, just maybe, he’s just as jittery as you are over this-

But you doubt it.

Before you lose your nerve, you open the door, still in your towel. Aizawa’s eyes widen just a bit, then narrow with a keen excitement.

“Am I too early?” he teases.

“No,” you reply, “Just in time.”

And you let your towel drop.

A beat passes before he reacts. Aizawa’s jaw literally drops. Before you can revel in the satisfaction, he’s crowding you again, hands ghosting over your body as if he can’t decide where to touch first. His shirt is rough against your bare skin and you’re suddenly very aware of how your nipples have pearled up. The hotel’s air conditioning is rolling, much colder than you’d ever make your home, and your skin is goosepimpling under it, but you’re still so hot, so warm-

“Oh god,” he whispers, breathy, barely sane. “Look at you.”

The first kiss is wild, breath stealing, rough- it forces you back a step, just far enough that the door slams closed and leaves you in the dark. His touch has settled on your chest, cupping your tits up between his fingers in a boyish way, one that's so much less precise than his usual way of loving you.

“God-” he says again. “God-”

Suddenly, his lips are gone and you can feel him hunched over you, breath hot against your tits. The gentle tug of teeth scares a gasp out of you, then floods your body with heat.

“I want to see you,” Aizawa's mouth closes around your nipple for a second, his spit cooling almost instantly. ”I want to touch you-”

His hand wraps around your thigh and squeezes. Your body burns hot, your core tight, cunt wet- Hotel darkness, with the curtains drawn, feels deeper than home. Only the red numbers of the clock illuminate the nightstand. You can't see how he moves, how he looks, but you can feel it--

And you want to feel more, more, more, as much as he'll give you.

“Touch me,” you beg. “Please.’

He drops to his knees with a quick, labored exhale. Fuck- his leg. He’s already kissing the lower round of your stomach, trailing down to the curve of your mons, taking his sweet, sweet time.

“Aizawa-” Your hands run through his hair and gently urge him back, but he just presses on, pulling your knee over his shoulder- “Your leg-”

He's not listening. He's too busy nudging your legs apart, bumping his shoulder into your knee until it gives to him. For the second time that night, Aizawa puts his mouth on you. This time, he inhales, embarrassingly deep.

“Ah-” the sound escapes you involuntarily. “Don't-- don't smell me.”

The hot press of tongue ignites something inside you, something innate. Your hips buck on their own, the ridge of his nose bumping against your still swollen clit. After earlier, your pussy is still puffy and well loved, and the pressure sends your spine straight.

“I should have shaved-” you babble. His arm has looped around your supporting leg. “I'm sorry, I should have-”

In the dark, every touch feels more. More powerful, more potent, more smoldering: his hand is drifting up, under your ass and in, in, in-

When his fingers join his tongue, spreading your cunt open wider from behind.

“God-” Your brain is soup, stewing in its own electric pleasure. You can feel the chill of his inhales again and it's all you can do to whine, to push away his forehead- “God, don't smell me-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He rips his mouth away from you and you can feel his eyes staring up in the dark. “Just-- shut up and take it.”

Your jaw clamps shut. Aizawa’s back on you, huffing and sucking greedily. Every muscle in your body is perking and clenching, your knee wobbling. His hand digs into your ass, dragging you so firmly against him that his nose bridge digs into your skin. The way he kisses at you is overwhelming; it feels like he’s pulling pleasure out of you, dragging it out hand over hand like it's attached to a string-

You want to cry or plead or curse or something. but Aizawa’s stolen your words from you, so all you can do is silently whine.

It's too much, it's not enough, it's-

His free hand is suddenly on your cunt, a finger pressing up and into you. The sensation shocks a gasp out of you. It's not a lot, but it's been so long since anything been inside you; the sensation only worsens your needs, tightens the want-

A second finger slides in. There's a stretch and you suddenly feel drunk, like the room has tilted on its axis.

You're going to fuck this man. You have to fuck this man. You might go insane if you don't get that cock inside you.

When you cum, it flushes every inch of your skin with a lumbering heat, like he's raking you over coals. It's ugly and brutal, it almost brings you to your knees, but Shouta holds you steady. He doesn't miss a beat, still lapping at your folds like he needs you to live.

It's horrendous. It's torturous. The air punches out of your body as he strokes your already overworked clit. Tension bunches in every muscle, pulling you over him, hunched and panting. Your fingers claw at his scalp, tug his hair, but Shouta doesn't stop.

“I came-” you protest, voice climbing higher than ever. “I came, I came-- aa--”

He pulls away to speak.

“I know.” His fingers curl and press into you again, right against a deep spot. “Do it again.”

And he's on you again.This time, he’s more forward, aggressive with how he licks and suckles. It's no longer hungry-- it's mean. It doesn't coax pleasure from you, it forces.

“I can't,” you whine. Every flick of tongue shocks more pleasure from you, burning through your cunt deep into your gut. You're boneless, you're stiff, you're wobbling-

“I can't, I can't-”

Aizawa rests his cheek against your thigh, his fingers working harder and harder. It’s much more intense in the dark, where the only thing you can focus on is the feeling and the sound of his fingers squelching into you.

“You can-” He insists into your skin. He kisses the crease of your leg. “Let go.”

“I can't-”

Oh, a pressure is building inside you, one that's rolling and rabid. You think you might literally be drooling, but you can't tell anymore; all you can think about is his fingers drilling into your pussy, urging faster-

“I can't.”

He's not telling you to shut up anymore. He just says, firmly: “You can.”

And you do.

It's a lift, that moment where gravity forgets you when the roller coaster crests the hill. There's nothing, blissful nothing, a weightless second where you can finally pull in a full breath. Maybe this is it, maybe you’ll never fall-

Then, it crashes.

You think you might have gone blind for a moment. Stars flicker over your vision and your brain just can't keep up. Earlier, he compared it to a computer resetting and you suddenly understand exactly what he meant like that: your body slumps over as if he's pulled your batteries out. Aizawa has to pull his hands from you and brace to stop the both of you from tumbling over.

“Hey now,” he grunts. “Do not fall.”

“Shut--shut up,” you manage to say, still all twitches and kicks. There’s… you’re.. There’s a lot going on right now and you can’t pull your brain together enough to process any of it. For a blissfully long time, you just are: no thoughts, no doubts, no worries.

When you finally catch yourself, Aizawa’s still down on his knees, patting your flank in silent support.

“Are you alright?” His cheeks are dreadfully wet with you, caught in his stubble

“No,” you whine. “I think I died.”

He pats the side of your thigh again. “You're fine. Help me up.”

Oh, shit. His leg. You pull yourself together enough to stand on your own. Your thighs rub together with their own wet and you’re horrified at the amount of it all. It’s down to your fucking knees. God, you didn’t even think you could do that. Blindly, you reach into the dark and take Aizawa’s hand, hoisting him off of the floor.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Peachy. I’m just old.” He pulls on your hand and brings you closer. When his lips find yours, your own taste shocks a gasp out of you. His face is as wet as your legs, stubble gritting against your chin. It’s surprisingly gentle and affectionate, as if he didn’t just change your fucking life with his tongue.

“I should get you a towel or something,” you say as you pull away.

Aizawa snorts, his grip on you only tightening. You try to imagine the look on his face. Maybe he’s licking the ridge of his teeth, maybe he’s glowering. Maybe he’s smiling, looking down at you with that almost loving affection. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?”

Uh oh.

In the dark, he pushes you backward, both of you blindly bumping into walls and the edge of the tv stand. Each bump and bruise steal a giggle out of you and him, but the laughter does nothing to diffuse the want you feel emanating from his touch. Eventually, the back of your legs hits the soft down of the bed and you pause, trying to hold him a bit farther away and failing. You had forgotten that he’s still fully dressed; his belt buckle is frigid against your skin.

“Shouta, my legs are shaking.” Your hands find the bottom of his shirt, fumbling with the edge. Maybe you can distract him, give yourself time to recover. “I can’t take anymore.”

Shouta is mirroring your motions, running his fingers across the soft of your stomach. The touch makes you feel shy and you wiggle away from the touch. Technically, he’s seen you completely naked, but touching feels like a deeper sense of knowledge, especially in the dark.

“Two orgasms?” He squeezes your side again. “That’s really all it takes?”

“Three…” you remind.

“Two.” He’s firm. “The second one doesn’t count.”

The air conditioning rushes back on and you nearly shiver. The heat of your orgasm still warms your cheeks, but you’re still naked, still exposed. “Why not?”

“Wasn’t big enough.”

“Felt big.”

He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “You poor, neglected thing.”

Hands find your shoulders and push, knocking you back on to the mattress with an ‘oof’. The bed shifts under his weight and you can feel him there, hovering over you in the dark, just a breath away. All you can do is lay there and try to make out the shapes of him. The red glow of the alarm clock catches his eye and you suddenly know he’s watching you, probably searching for your way in the same way.

“What-?” you breathe. “What are you gonna do with me?”

You don’t know what you want the answer to be, but you aren’t expecting a chuckle.

“I’m going to do-” Shouta breathes, deep and dark and hungry, closer to a growl than a whisper. “Whatever I want.”

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evie-sturns · 1 year ago

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bad day? - Matt Sturniolo

summary: your whole day hasn't gone to plan, after a bad day at work followed up by you coming home to a messy house you take out your stress on matt, he helps you calm down with his specialty.

contains: stroppy!reader, gentle!matt, nsfw, matt the munch, fingering, fluff, comforting.

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7:39pm

today has sucked to say the least, i've fought with every coworker at the office and all i wanted to do was come home.

i'm currently driving through the busy streets of l.a back to matt and i's house, the dim lights illuminating the road making everything harder, i can barely see the road infront of me.

i pull into matt and i's driveway, i slam on the brakes and grab my purse which is sitting on the passenger seat.

i swing open the door and step out onto the driveway, my high heels click as i speed-walk up the front steps of our porch.

my mini skirt rides up my thighs uncomfortably as i fiddle through my bag for the keys.

i feel something warm and liquidy in my bag, i take a closer look inside to find my lip balm has practically exploded.

the lip balm sticks to my fingers,

"oh for fucks sake" i mutter, knocking harshly on the door.

i hear the door unlock followed by matt standing in the doorway,

"hi sweetheart! how was work?" matt smiles, wrapping his tattoed arms around me.

i pull away from his hug and step foot indoors, the place looks like a trainwreck, there are empty cans spread all over the kitchen counter and random bags on the floor.

"why is it always so fucking messy in here!" i yell, squeezing my eyes shut.

"whats going on?" matt asks calmly, walking over to me.

"i've had the worst possible day and i come home to find our house an absolute wreck! why don't you fucking clean it mat-"

my sentence bursts into a loud sob as i feel my body heat up, im completely and utterly overstimulated by everything.

"im sorry-" i say in between loud sobs as i look up at matt, he has a concerned look on his face as he observes me.

he walks over to me and picks me up, wrapping his cold arms around me .

his forearm holds under my ass as he rubs my back,

"my hands are really sticky-" i sniff.

"thats okay." matt whispers, walking over to the air conditioning and lowering the temperature.

he carry's me over to the sink and sets me down on the counter, he grabs my hands and puts them under the room temperature stream, rubbing my hands together.

"im sorry matt, i'm just so overwhelmed." i say as matt wipes my eyes.

"i love you." matt says with a small smile,

he drys off my hands on his shirt then picks me up again, carrying me over to the couch.

he sets me down on the plush of the couch then kneels between my legs.

he looks up at me from between my thighs as he undoes my heels, matt slides them off my feet.

matt kneeling between my legs makes me flustered, i'm not great at hiding it aswell.

i cover my face with my hands.

"you okay?" matt asks with a stupid grin.

"yeah- i'm fine." i say shyly,

"you're blushing." matt points out, grabbing my wrist and pulling it away from my face.

"no i'm not.." i lie,

"yes you are, why are you blushing?" matt laughs slightly, tracing mindless shapes up the insides of my thigh.

"just you.. and your hands i dont know." i mutter,

"is that so?" matt questions, brushing his cold hand under my miniskirt and grazing the hem of my lace panties.

"mmhm.." i whisper, matt reaches for the waistband of my skirt and tugs it down.

"you want me to help clear your mind for a little bit?" matt says, his tone low and raspy.

"please." i whisper.

matt tugs my panties to the side and blows cold air directly onto my sensitive clit.

i let out a pathetic moan as i throw my head back against the headrest.

"pretty girl." matt whispers,

he connects his lips to the soft skin of my inner thigh, he leaves purple marks, each mark slower growing closer to where i need him the most.

my hands find their way to his brunette hair, his locks are soft and long.

he finally licks a strip up from my hole to my clit, i let out a breathless moan.

he reaches up a hand under his chin and dips a finger inside of me.

his finger his long and bony, the cold metal of his ring against the warmth of my insides drives me completely crazy.

he doesn't waste time to add a second finger, he curls his fingers repeatedly inside of me.

matt's mouth attaches on my clit, his tongue circling it as he sucks on my bud.

my breathing picks up, my mind going completely blank.

"feels- so good" i babble out incoherent sentences as matt presses his fingers against my g-spot repeatedly,

"dont-.. dont stop oh my god!" i call out,

my grip on his hair tightens, i thrust my hips up further into his face.

"im so fucking close- matt!" i squeal, squeezing my eyes shut.

and finally, the knot in my lower stomach releases,

i feel impossible amounts of pleasure wash over me as i finish on matt's face, with a loud scream of his name.

matt pulls his mouth off of me and curls his fingers inside of me a few more times before pulling them out.

matt pulls his face out from between my thighs, his face is coated in my release along with his fingers.

"oh my god-" i say, wiping his face with my hand before throwing my head back on the couch.

"that was so hot.." matt pants with a small laugh.

i lay back on the couch for a couple minutes before matt stands up, he pulls my panties back onto me and picks me up by my ass.

he holds me as he carries me into our bedroom, matt rips off my tight fitted shirt that i wore to work and throws me down onto the matress.

he removes his shirt, leaving him in his sweatpnats as he flops down beside me. matt pulls up the covers over us before pulling me closer to him by my waist.

i sigh deeply into the bare skin of his arm.

"matt." i whisper lightly,

"yeah?" he asks,

"im so sorry about earlier, for yelling and everything.." i sigh,

"don't worry about it, i understand you completely." matt smiles, kissing my forehead gently.

"but.. thank you for you know.. eating me out." i mutter,

"anytime!" matt sings,

"you're so stupid" i giggle, playfully slapping matts

"you're so cute." matt replies.

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shiroxichigo · 9 months ago

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Ichigo gets a lot of shit (typically from outside of the Bleach fandom) for being a character whose wants/goals never change from beginning to end of his series. He always wants to protect people (and even though I could argue that he went from only wanting to protect those close to him to wanting to protect everyone he can, that's not the point I'm making with this post).

I think a lot of people who only give Bleach a passing glance fail to see Ichigo's true character growth. It's not about what his goals are or who he's trying to protect, but rather, it's about how he achieves it.

Ichigo is very self-sacrificing in the first third of Bleach. He believes that if the mission is successful, then it doesn't matter how broken or close to death he gets. The mission, saving Rukia (and hurting/killing as few people in the process), is all that matters.

Then, when a part of himself (his inner hollow) emerges, and says "hey yeah no, I'm not letting you get yourself killed and I'm also not letting you hold back against your enemy", Ichigo immediately rejects it.

It's not until he defeats his inner Hollow that we see Ichigo really dive into a fight with the intent to kill. The problem is, once his Hollow is defeated, he thinks that's it. He's freed himself of that part of him and he can go back to being self-sacrificing.

We see this throughout the Hueco Mundo arc. It's why saving Orihime parallels saving Rukia. Ichigo naively thinks he can suppress a part of himself. He bottles it up until it explodes, coming back to haunt him in his fight with Ulquiorra, etc. He learns that side of himself isn't so easily tucked away, and if he recklessly endangers himself, he could end up endangering his friends too. At his own hand, no less.

Then Ichigo discovers he can commit the ultimate sacrifice. Final Getsuga Tenshou. He can throw away these powers and the parts of himself that he doesn't like, and he can get rid of Aizen all in one go. He's lucky that it worked, but only because Kisuke was there.

Then, once Ichigo is powerless, he learns that's not what he really wants. Life doesn't "go back to normal". The can is open, and there's danger out there beyond just Aizen. And Ichigo can't do anything to stop it unless he gets his powers back.

So he does. Then he cuts down the threat to his friends and family. And he doesn't hesitate this time. Yes, he still has compassion for his enemies (he even goes to the Soul Society to ask for Ginjo's body so he can give him a proper burial), but he's learned not to hold back and he's learned that new threats will appear and he'd rather have the power to face them head on.

So then comes TYBW, and Ichigo is facing battles head-on without hesitation. He goes straight to the "bad guys" with the intention of cutting them down. He learns the truth about who his Inner Hollow is, and he accepts it. He's even willing to accept whatever consequences may come from training in the Royal Palace and becoming stronger. He accepts his power and potential fully, and learns that he has what it takes to protect his loved ones with his strength, and not with a sacrifice.

Ultimately, he heals the part of himself that thinks his life is worth less than other people's. He heals the part of himself that blames himself for not protecting his mother (when he was 9!! Like come on Isshin, put the kid in therapy!! Anyway...) He grows into someone who knows his self worth. And I think, for me at least, that makes him one of my favourite protagonists of all time. Because can't most of us relate to feeling worthless at times? And don't we also wanna overcome that?

Thanks for reading my ramble lmao, I'm sure this could have been more elegantly written but I'm very sleepy and just wanted to get my thoughts out there.

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #hollow ichigo #zangetsu #bleach anime #bleach manga #bleach tybw

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tyunni · 1 year ago

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┈➤ I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!!! (when ENHYPEN like you...)

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genre: fluff, fluff, fluff! warnings: i'm not sure if any specific gender is mentioned but keep in mind i do tend to usually write fem!reader, enha r kinda losers, mentions of being drunk in jakes part, isnt proofread so if you see any mistakes.... oh well! wc: 2.6k+

a/n: good lord, i haven't written anything in MONTHS so i'm a bit rusty 😭 i started writing maknae line first im p sure you can tell i put more effort in them and then i started getting tired, sorry😭😭😭

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

who would've thought the cool, the chill, the awesome lee heeseung would end up being such a loser. a lovestruck, foolishly in love loser.

your fingers lightly grazed his hand when you walked past him in the hallway today, a touch that lasted a mere second, yet heeseung's heart exploded, and so did his friends' group chat when he boasted about your interaction like you had just asked his hand in marriage. he knows being lovesick is lame, but so what?! he can't help that he melts into a pink puddle of adoration whenever you make small talk, or when he closes his eyes an image of you pops into his head and makes his palms feel sweaty. yes, he feels his knees go weak at the mere mention of your name, and he's willing to endure his younger friends teasing him every time they spot you hanging out with your own group of friends.

so what if you're the only thing on his mind every second of his day. it's completely normal to make playlists for your crush, giggle, and roll around in your bed when you let the lyrics sink in and fill your head with the thoughts of the one you desire.

it's also totally normal of him to write down little compliments on a piece of paper and put them on your desk when you're not looking. he giggles like a little girl when you open the note and read not even a third fraction of what heeseung truly thinks of you and wishes to tell you one day. his smile grows wider when you finally read the initials written on the note, LHS, and you look over to his desk with your cheeks dusted pink, widened eyes looking into heeseung's.

(rest of the members under the cut!!)

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

jay is very fond of you, he accepted that quite quickly. you're cute. he likes cute stuff, that's something new he has discovered since he started to fancy you.

"jay, are you serious?" - riki turned towards the older with a blank face, tired of his friends new shopping addiction, - "you have like 4 hello kitty stuffed toys in your bedroom, you don't need another one."

ah, innocent, naive riki. he doesn't know having a crush makes one forget about any form of rationality and make every decision without giving it another thought. jay is the number one victim of the 'everything reminds me of them' disease, he feels every wrinkle of his brain smoothen whenever he thinks of you, so it's not a surprise that he can't control his hand as he swipes his credit card and buys himself another plushie with a lovestruck grin on his face.

"are you even listening to me?" - the younger complains, jabbing jay's arm with his elbow to get at least a little reaction out of him. if anything else but you were on jay's mind this would've worked and he would've scolded riki by now, talking his ear off about how annoying he is, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at his childishness. but it doesn't work.

"you're such a cheeseball, y/n has made you soft, jay, she's ruining you!"

but riki's words fall on deaf ears the second jay's eyes land on another cute stuffed animal that had reminded him of you as he grabs his friend's arm roughly and drags him into yet another store.

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

oh, he's down bad. jake would do anything for you. yes, even walking all the way from his house to the party you were at just to pick you up and walk you home, making sure you reach your house safely.

you called him in the middle of the night, the buzzing of his phone waking jake up. he groaned at the brightness of his screen flashing his newly opened eyes, yet at the sight of your name he rubbed the sleepiness off them, quickly picking up your call.

"jake, i'm drunk!"

and that's all it took for him to jump out of his bed and run towards his destination. surely enough you were waiting outside for him, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of him.

sure, he was extremely tired and out of breath, his voice was still groggy from waking up around 10 minutes ago, the cold, chilly night yet to have its effect on him and wake him up completely, yet he still let you ride on his back when you started complaining about how your heels hurt your feet.

you had been talking to him about something, even though you had no idea what you were saying with the way your words were slurred, your voice muffled by his jacket. jake was nodding his head, humming after a few sentences to make sure you knew he was listening, even though he didn't know what he was listening to. you started off by talking about the party, and somewhere along the way you got lost in your own words and so did jake. his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his feet lulled you to sleep, and when he felt your eyelashes close against the nape of his neck, your breath falling onto his skin as your cheek rested further upon his shoulder is when he finally let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, stopping in his tracks to close his eyes and think to himself:

"fuck, i love her, don't i?"

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is desperately in love with you. he can't help it, butterflies swarm his stomach when he thinks about you, a sheepish grin makes its way onto his features when you talk to him, his eyes dart across your face every chance he gets so he can burn every second spent with you right into his memory.

"sunghoon, do you think this looks good or should i try on the blue sweater?"

to be completely honest, even if you wore a trash bag he'd think you looked gorgeous, and he hadn't been paying attention to any outfit you had shown him so far, your smile which grew wider with each compliment he gave you the only thing on his mind.

"you look beautiful, y/n."

"oh, come on, sunghoon! you've been telling me this about every outfit!" - you groan, yet a grin is still plastered on your face at his sweet words, "you have to help me!"

sunghoon tries, he really tries to hold himself back. his teeth sink into his tongue in hopes of biting back the words that were about to slip out, yet they still do. and so does his little secret.

"it's not my fault i'm in love with you!"

☆ — KIM SUNOO

sunoo is a sweet guy. everyone likes him: the teachers, the students, his friends, and complete strangers. his smile is contagious, his face is soft and beautiful, his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he's kind, helpful, friendly. who wouldn't like him? well, you, apparently.

it's not that he's intrigued by your cold attitude towards him, he's simply determined to make you like him just like everyone else. it's quite difficult to get to know you though, you don't speak to anyone except a select few. if your friends don't come to school you usually sit alone, either mindlessly scribbling in your notebook, or sleeping. you always have that look on your face. one of pure boredom, uninterest, that "why are you even talking to me" face.

sunoo thinks it's stupid. how could you not be thrilled to talk to the people around you? how is it even possible to not want to get to know everyone, to grow your circle, have new people to talk to and share experiences with.

you know who sunoo is. everyone knows who sunoo is. when he walks past you down the hallway he's always waving at someone, stopping in his tracks a few times to have a little small talk, then quickly picking up his pace once the bell rings so he gets to make it in time for class. it doesn't matter if he's late though, the teachers adore him like he's their own son, and he hasn't gotten a single second of detention. sunoo has the sunshine privilege. that's unfair. you don't like when things are unfair. you don't like the sunshine privilege. you don't like sunoo.

so you avoid him.

but he somehow still finds his way back to you.

"she totally hates you, dude, get over it," - sunghoon groans, shoving another loaf of bread into his mouth, and threatening to shove some into sunoo's mouth so he stops talking about you for the fifth time today.

"but why?! i didn't even do anything to her, i tried talking to her every single day since she moved here, i'm nice, i'm helpful, i'm a great guy, what am i doing wrong?!" - the younger boy whines into his palms, head buried in his hands, trying to come up with a way to win you over.

one of his other friends chimes into the conversation, taking a seat in between his friends and playfully wrapping his arm around sunoo, - "it's okay, man, there must be a way to get your little crush to like you!"

sunoo whips his head towards the boy, eyebrows furrowed so deeply that you'd think they'd merge into one another any second. - "heeseung, it's not a crush!"

sunghoon chuckles at his oblivious friend, - "is too!"

"... is it?"

you are kinda cute. your attitude, although not sunoo's style, makes you look even more adorable. you have pretty lips too, although you're always frowning. he thinks you'd look better with the corners of your lips turned upwards though. he wants to see you smile. he wants to make you smile. he wants to make you his.

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

jungwon thinks he's a pretty chill guy. he's always been levelheaded. most of the time he's the only levelheaded person in the room, to be completely honest. he knows what to say and when to say it. although he resembles a cat, the saying "cat got your tongue" had never applied to him. so why is he standing in front of you, his crush, ready to have his very first conversation with you, without a single word coming out of his mouth?

"oh, hey! jungwon, right?" - you ask, sending a soft smile his way.

you know his name. you know his name. you know his name.

"huh? yeah... i'm jungwon. um..." - his confident smile fades instantly when it really sinks in that he has no idea what to say to you. he always knows what to say, how could this happen to him?! this is ridiculous. if he weren't standing in front of you right now he'd slap himself in hopes of rattling his brain somehow.

your eyebrows furrow at the awkward silence taking over, - "do you need anything, jungwon?"

his name falls past your lips so gracefully that if hearing you say his name followed with the three words he wants to say to you the most means he must sell his every worldly possession, he will. but he can't tell you that. he can't tell you how pretty your eyes are either, he can't tell you that he wants to hold your hand, or wrap his arms around you and keep you in his warm embrace for a little while. or how he wants to bury his head in the crook of your neck and bask in your warmth, or that you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on and it'd be an honor to take you out on a date. yeah, he definitely can't say that.

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on, it'd be an honor to take you out on a date..."

it's over. he's a goner.

the way you twiddle with your fingers at his confession goes completely unnoticed despite his big round eyes growing wider at his own words. he's too far gone to see how a warm smile had made its way onto your face.

"sure, i'd love to!"

it's not over. in fact, it's just getting started.

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki is quite good at hiding his crush on you, considering how the overwhelming feelings have such a weight to them that he's sure his heart doubles at the mere mention of your name to make room for the intense emotions that'll start kicking in. you two aren't dating, although he wishes you were, and you're most definitely not best friends. he knows you, you know him, you think he's nice, he thinks about you every second of every day, y'know, the usual...

"riki, hey!" - you push through the crowd of students walking around a narrow hallway that could only be described as a jar filled to the brim with tiny little ants, very studious one's at that!

his friends' heads immediately turn your way. a girl, talking to riki?! although their eyes don't stay glued on you for too long, they quickly glance at riki. the sight was hilarious, his long fingers were brushing through his disheveled hair, free hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie to smoothen out any wrinkles. there's a soft tint of pink spread across his cheeks, nothing too noticeable, although the burning red glow of his ears was far from discreet.

"y/n, hey!" - he grins, the hand combing through his hair now scratching the nape of his neck to try and play it cool... very smooth! a muffled laugh escapes from one of his friend's shut lips as their orbs dart between the boy and you.

you reach into your pocket, rummaging through the various things you keep inside. crackling of your house keys and noises of crumpled-up paper can be heard before you take out something. riki's eyes try their best to tear away from your mesmerizing features so he can see what you're trying to show him with your arm stretched towards him and a big grin on your face. he notices a little something lying on your palm. it's a duck keychain. if you were any other person he'd look at the item in your hand with a disgusted look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting in pure horror. but you're you. you're the love of his life. that's probably why riki can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a stupid smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tries his best to fight it off, yet the inevitable happens.

"take it, it's a gift! i saw it on the way to school and it reminded me of you!"

he quickly takes the keychain from your palm, ensuring his fingers stray as far away from yours as possible. even the slightest bit of physical contact and he feels his heart will explode for good. he mumbles out a thank you before you turn on your heels and walk away, completely oblivious that the butterflies in his stomach now make their way towards his throat, making him swallow dry.

"hey, riki, what's that?" - jungwon nudges him with his elbow, eyeing the item riki's holding between his fingers. a smile makes its way onto jungwon's lips as he glances up at his friend who's currently grinning from one red ear to another, rosy cheeks like pink buttons on a sweater made with love and care.

"i thought you hated ducks," - sunoo adds, sly hands reaching towards the keychain to try and pry it out of riki's hands, but instead the tall boy clutches harder onto the item, bringing it to his chest.

"well i like this one!" - he adds, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his nosy friend.

riki never knew he could like ducks this much.

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munsonsmixtapes · 9 months ago

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Take Care of Me

Eddie Munson x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: Eddie decides to tease you in the bedroom when he knows that you're needy. Little does he know that you also have a few tricks up your sleeve.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it before your smack it) masturbation (both f and m), touch denial, voyeurism, oral (m receiving) bondage, dom!eddie, dom!reader

part one part two part four

You had been extra needy ever since you and Eddie started sleeping together. You had been in between your sheets almost every night, but then work got busy for him and he was working late so it had been hard for him to come see you. So you had gone almost a week without him and you were starting to get desperate.

You had been using your vibrator like it was your job and had thought about sleeping with other people, but it wouldn't have been the same. Eddie had made it clear that you weren't exclusive and that you could do whatever you wanted, but it was hard to sleep with anyone else when he was just so good at what he did no matter what it was.

So, everything just came to a complete stop as you had waited for him to become available, staring at your phone screen to see if you had even gotta a text. When you didn't, you'd just lie in bed, pleasuring yourself, pretending that your fingers were Eddie's even though they didn't compare. you could get yourself there, but nearly as quick and it wasn't as fun doing it alone.

So one night you just texted him, getting so desperate that you felt like you were going to explode. You needed him and you needed him right then.

I need you so bad daddy

The message was sent in an instant as your need outweighed your usual nerves when it came to talking to Eddie. And he had replied immediately, your face lighting up when you saw he had responded, but your smile quickly faded once you saw what he had replied.

How bad?

He was such an ass sometimes, but you would have been lying if you said you didn't like it. All of the teasing was so exciting and new since Steve always gave you whatever you asked for on a silver platter.

Do you want me to send you a picture of how wet I am?

You were now growing frustrated with him, always seeming to walk right into his trap.

wow you really are needy

another text

keep your pants on alright I'm on my way

He seemed to have shown up at your door in record seep, knocking on it feverishly and you ripped it open, pulling him inside before pushing him onto the bed before crawling on top of him. Shit, you really were needy.

"Uh uh uh," he tisked as he held you at arms length, seeing your eyes getting hungry with desire. If he was going to fuck you, he was at least going to have some fun first.

“Gotta beg for me, baby,” he told you, a smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Beg?” You scoffed, climbing off of him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not begging.”

“Then I guess I’m just gonna have to show you what you’re missing.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs you had remembered seeing in his room. He unlocked them with his key then snapped, pointing to the bed.

“Bed,” he demanded and you felt a thrill rush through you as you followed his command. You lied flat on the mattress and Eddie moved to straddle your waist so you couldn’t go anywhere and raised your wrists above your head, pinning them to your headboard before locking them in place so you couldn’t go anywhere.

“You’re going to watch me get myself off and I want to hear you beg for me like your life depends on it, understand?”

“Yes,” you nodded, but Eddie didn’t seem to like your response.

“Yes what?” You immediately realized your mistake and knew you needed to fix it.

“Yes daddy,” you corrected and Eddie smiled down at you, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

“Good girl,” he responded before pressing his lips to yours. He then got off of you before moving to stand in front of your dresser that was right across from your bedside table so that you could see him perfectly.

He slowly removed all of his clothes as if he was performing a strip tease and you already found yourself to be filled with nothing but want. Knowing that you couldn’t have him drove you crazy, but you knew that the end would be so worth it.

His boxers were the last to go and he let them fall to the floor on top of his other clothes that were in a messy pile. As he reached for the lube bottle that was at the edge of the bed, you took your time to let your eyes rake over his body, still wondering how you were always able to get someone as hot as him into bed with you.

He sat on the edge of the bed so he was out of view and brought his lubed up hand up to his cock, giving it a few slow pumps, making sure to let out some dramatic moans. He chuckled to himself as he heard you attempt to get free.

“Easy there, baby. I’m just getting started.” His movements picked up as he pumped even faster, real moans falling from his mouth this time. His head fell back and you could see his eyes shutting tight as he got himself off.

“Eddie please,” you whined, wanting to finish the job for him, but it proved to be not that easy. He just shushed you then had the audacity to stand up from the bed, placing himself in your desk chair, wanting to give you a full view of what you were missing.

“Gonna need a little more from you. I don’t think you want it enough.”

“I want it. Want you so bad, daddy.”

“Just a little more,” he responded as he gave himself a few more quick pumps, already feeling like he was reaching his peak.

“Wanna suck you off so bad. My mouth is watering just look at you.” And it was. You could feel saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of finally tasting him for yourself.

And watching him get himself off seemed to make you want him even more. He was so hot sitting there jacking off, his loud moans filling your ears. The whole thing was definitely going to be living in your head rent free.

That seemed to do the trick because Eddie had finally reached his orgasm. You felt yourself getting wet at the sight and you were almost satisfied just watching him, but your need to have your way with him outweighed it.

His cock leaked with cum and you were now drooling, thinking about licking up every last drop and swallowing it down like you had been wanting to for so long.

“Alright,” he sighed once he had come down from his orgasm. He then grabbed the key from his pants and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing you.

He took you by the hands then pulled you over to the edge of the bed, sitting down on it while he forced you down onto your knees, loving how your eyes were filling with lust.

“Since you were so good. I think you deserve a treat.” He spread his legs wide and you couldn’t help but let your gaze move to his rock hard cock, cum smeared all over the head. “Go ahead,” he nodded his head towards it. You earned.”

You slowly moved towards him as he leaned back onto the bed with the palms of his hands, looking down at you knowingly. You had only given a few blowjobs in your lifetime so you weren’t exactly sure what to do, but you hoped that Eddie would have helped you if you did it wrong.

You wrapped one of your hands around the base and slowly inched the head towards your mouth, slipping it inside and letting your tongue swirl around it to get used to it. Eddie let out a gasp which was followed by another as you began to suck hard, trying to focus on what you remembered from doing it to other guys.

“Jesus, relax,” Eddie laughed. “God, you really did want me, huh?”

All you could do was nod as you licked and sucked on the head, finally getting comfortable and confident in what you were doing. And Eddie seemed to enjoy us as another moan fell from his lips. You glanced up at him and his eyes you were closed as he hummed in pleasure.

“Think you can take more of me?” He asked. “Bet it could all fit if you tried.” You weren’t sure, but you thought you could at least trying.

So you took a little more of him inch by inch as you continued to lick and suck on his cock, wanting to make sure that none of it went untouched by your tongue.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed. “Just like that. Yep, just a little more.” You hadn’t even realized that you had gotten it all in until you were practically gagging on it, your nose practically brushing the hair right above the base.

You continued to lick and suck on him as he as he grabbed onto the back of your head, pushing his cock in and out of your mouth as you tried to keep up with him. He was close. You could see it as he eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head.

“So this is the only way to keep you quiet, hm?” He asked. “Gotta fuck your mouth like this so you’ll stop being such a whiny brat.” And soon after that, he moaned so loudly that you were sure that your neighbors could hear it as his cum leaked onto your tongue. You pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at him as you swallowed, the stuff feeling a bit weird as it went down.

Eddie collapsed onto the bed as he came down from his orgasm and you stood up, an idea suddenly coming to you.

You helped him sit up then grabbed onto he back of his head, forcing him to look you in the eye.

“Want a taste?” You asked as you raised your chin where there were still remnants of his cum still there. “C’mon, know you want to.”

You brought his face closer to yours and he stuck his tongue out, bringing it to your chin, giving it a few slow strokes which was unusual for him.

“Now c’mon, baby, you can do better than that. More enthusiasm.”

Eddie really liked seeing that side of you, how you were able to take charge so easily after the few times you’d slept together. Maybe the student really was becoming the master.

“See?” You asked as he got more rough licking your chin. “See how good your taste?”

And he had to agree. Completely unlike anything he had ever tasted before. But he was pretty sure that most of the good taste was just you.

He tongue moved up and tried to move into your mouth, but you pushed him back with a shake of your head.

“I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine,” you told him and his mouth fell open as he started to realize that he had created a monster.

You began to strip, slowly removing your clothes and touching yourself in the ways that you knew he loved to touch you.

You watched him slowly sit up as you unbuttoned your cardigan, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. The cardigan was tossed to the floor and you moved your hand up to your bra, removing both of the straps from your shoulders then reaching back to undo the clasp.

The bra fell to the floor and then you reached up and brought your thumb up to your nipple, moving it in a circular motion until it was hard, moaning dramatically just like Eddie did before moving onto the other one.

You had him right where you wanted him as you watched his mouth fall open, nothing but whines spilling from it. You then pulled down your skirt and let it pool at your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your thong.

Your fingers pressed against the middle of your tits then slowly moved down to your thong, putting a thumb in each of the bands and pulling down, your body now fully naked. Eddie went to stand up, but you just pushed him back down, your eyes darkening as you did so.

“Uh uh uh,” you shook your head. “Gotta watch the show first.”

Your fingers went straight for your cunt and it took everything in Eddie not to take you right there against the dresser. He watched your every move, your moans mixing together as you pumped your fingers in and out of you and he watched. God, what he would have given to have those be his fingers.

He could practically feel how wet you were and felt himself getting hard all over again. And once you reached your orgasm, your pulled your fingers from your cunt, licking them clean before moving towards Eddie.

You pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, slowly sinking onto him as you began to ride him, finally taking the reins on being on top for once.

“Is this okay?” You asked and he nodded furiously. “Yep, I’m good.”’

“Me too. And I’m on birth control.”

He bucked against your hips as your pace picked up, loving how he looked underneath you as you pinned his wrists to the bed.

“Don’t I look better on top?” You asked. “Don’t you just love when I take control?”

“I do, I really do. Who knew you’d be the one who was dominant?”

Your pace picked up, but you could see that he was already spent, fighting to put in the work. You honestly never thought he’d be the one who couldn’t hold out. And that was fine. You just wanted to make sure that he was fully conscious and enthusiastic.

“Alright,” you sighed, climbing off of him. “Bed time.”

“No,” he whined, making grabby hands at you as you tossed his boxers at him.

“Baby, you’re slurring you told him. Now put on your boxers and I promise I’ll rock your world in the morning.”

“Deal,” he slurred and the two of you got into bed as you looked forward for what Eddie had in store next.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader

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lunatf-ao3 · 4 months ago

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NAUGHTY ♪

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Brat! reader

[⚠︎]: mild nsfw, bratty behavior, writing on the skin, rough treatment.

I think this is the worst thing I've ever written, or I'm just very self-critical. I hope I don't end up deleting this. You can make requests!

It's not too bad, you think.

Maybe you should have made it smaller, less visible, less prominent, especially when Optimus is about to go on a mission. Riding on his shoulder, you look at the white marker you stole from Raphael in your hand and then at the large drawing in the red paint on the Prime.

A cock.

A large penis covering a place relatively invisible to him. Are you satisfied with the result? Yes and no, a hint of regret still trying to penetrate your skull.

Optimus calls your name, soft, firm, that sweet gentle tone that threatens to soften your resistance every time. "I have to retire right now, could you come down?"

But this time, you don't resist, much to his relief. Which was quickly replaced by an imperceptible wariness.

You're grinning like a little shit, not trying to hide it. "Good luck, Optimus, see you later."

That leaves you uneasy, but he still bends down, gives you a soft kiss on the head and says goodbye with an "I love you."

After that, you just keep hanging around the base, painting obscene things around the hidden areas and trying to steal more of those cool Raf markers.

You also try to paint something on Ratchet, but the bitter bot caught on and chased you away like an annoying cat.

Hours pass until the moment of your death arrives, when the portal opens and Optimus calls your name.

And he's not happy.

Your null sense of survival finally kicks in and you do the best you can do. Try to hide.

Obviously it doesn't work because Optimus is after you in a few steps and it's not like you're fast enough to jump off a couch and down stairs in a few seconds without breaking a leg. The Prime grabs you by the sides and retreats to his room without a word.

"Hey, do you think she'll be okay?" Miko asks to nothing, amused.

"Yeah... She always ends well." Jack replies, not taking his eyes off the TV.

Rafael just sighs, reaching for his white marker under the couch.

Optimus pulls you without gentleness onto his bed, the hard mattress welcoming you unchanged. You don't even try to complain, but go straight to slinking into the sheets the Prime had set aside for you.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, you will not escape. Come here." Grabbing you by the leg, the big leader quickly has you at his mercy. His optic ridges are down, his optics are staring at you and his derms are twisted in discontent. You knew that expression.

"You will clean me." He started.

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Quiet." He interrupted, not allowing you to speak. "You will clean me up, leave the paint without a trace of imperfection, apologize, and leave the rest of the base spotless."

"How-"

"Silence, I have not allowed you to speak." You let out a small grumble, crossing your arms, but the best you can do is obey... Meh, you won't do that either.

"I don't plan on cleaning the base, do you know how big it is? It would take me week, don't even think about it."

"Remember what we talked about the consequences?"

"I don't give a shit about consequences."

His servos jerk at you. "Language." You stick your tongue out at him.

Optimus clenches his teeth a little, something you could only notice by staring at him. For a moment, you think he's going to explode.

But he simply sighs and leans his face against your torso, staying there. You hum, another victory for you, perhaps, or has Optimus finally had enough and is about to finish you off?

However, he starts to pull down your pants.

"Uh~"

"Quiet."

"I'm not going to shut up."

"You will." And with his words, Optimus shoves double digits into your mouth. His servos take you with precision, handling your body as he wanted. Keeping your back down, he remove your pants and underwear.

You try to bite him, but he couldn't care less.

The Prime couldn't help but run his fingers along the soft lips of your sex, tickling the clitoris. "ngh!"

But that wasn't what I was planning at the moment. Ignoring your pleading grunts, He pulled out a bright red permanent marker from subspace on his chest. You try to scream some things, but Optimus pushes his fingers even deeper into your mouth, shutting you up.

You startle, he starts writing something on your ass. Large servos trace carefully across your skin, writing and rewriting in large print.

With your cheek pressed against the metal, you can only taste the metal of his fingers and wait. Saliva runs down your chin and stains the sheets, and Optimus begins to move his fingers in and out of your mouth, acting as casual as ever.

You grumble a few other things under your breath until your big man finally pulls away, leaving you free.

"What did you do to me?!" You try to look at your butt, but you can barely see anything. This time, looking at Optimus's face, he looks satisfied.

At least he's not angry anymore. "Hey!"

"Come here. I have forgiven you." Mentally, you can only snort. Yeah, he's a fucking angel. He took you in his arms, cupping you up to his chest, where he rested a hand on your ass.

"But don't think there won't be any consequences. You're still going to clean me and the base up, I'll make sure."

"bullshit."

"Lenguage."

"What did you write on me? I feel my whole ass marked!"

His large servos caress your head with a new gentleness. "Property of Optimus Prime. It will last there for a few weeks."

Weeks?

#transformers x reader #transformers x reader smut #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers x human #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime

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latenightdaydreams · 1 year ago

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I'm thinking how Konig would react when his wife call him with full him in an argument (about culture bc I'm Asian ehe), like it's a sign of seriousness.

It's the same in my culture! I love thinking about giant König just freezing knowing he went too far😶

Laundry Day (fem)

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, argument, fluff

König has recently retired so that means that he is home constantly now. It means that you both get to spend a lot of time together and you love it, but sometimes he talks to you as Colonel König instead of just your Kö. Today was one of those days.

König comes into the laundry room wearing a towel around his waist as he has just gotten out of the shower. He is holding black workout shorts in his hand with an annoyed look on his face.

“Y/n, you didn’t wash my gym clothes?”

“No, today I only washed bed sheets and towels so far, I’ll get to them.”

“Nien, I told you to wash them last night.” He snaps back quickly.

At this point König is becoming very demanding and his voice has become stern, as if you’re his subordinate. You continue to fold towels and place them into the laundry basket. Trying to remain calm to not make König explode further. After a lifetime in the military, he has remaining traumas and it causes him to act out. You try to not take it so personally, but it’s hard.

“I know, but I wasn’t aware you needed them for today.”

“Of course I would, I work out every day!” He raises his voice slightly.

You take a deep breath, placing the towel down and turning to him. “Yes, but I wasn’t aware that you had no more clean-”

“Why would I ask you if I had clean clothes!” He cuts you off and yells this time.

You tighten your jaw and glare at him. You might be smaller than him, but you aren’t going to just let him walk all over you.

“Maybe next time you should inform me of your schedule and I-”

“Ich bin dein Ehemann! You do what I say, when I ask!” König’s pale face turns bright red as he yells at you, holding up his shorts in a bit of blind rage directed at you.

You’ve had enough, he knows better than to speak to you this way. You toss the basket of clean towels on the floor and turn towards him. The look in your eyes puts fear in the giant man’s heart.

“Alexander Jan König! You DO NOT speak to me that way!” Your voice is loud and stern.

König looks at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw. He is stunned, he isn’t used to people speaking to him like that; especially not his sweet wife. He doesn’t say anything. His face softens and his shoulders drop. His pale blue eyes glued to you, he’s still too scared to move or say anything.

“Do you understand?!”

“Ja-y-yes.” He stumbles over his words as he stands up straight.

“Good!” you walk past him out of the laundry room and he just watches you go before looking back down at the towels on the floor. He listens to you stomp away and slam the bedroom door. He is terrified, but also slightly aroused.

He quickly bends down and begins to clean up the towels on the floor. He begins to start the washer to clean them again for you, he also plans on drying and folding. He goes back to the bathroom and grabs his own gym clothes and gets them ready to be washed next.

Going into the kitchen, he saw dishes in the sink and began to wash them for you. He looks at the clock once he is done and only twenty minutes have passed, but he is still in his towel from the shower so he tries to go up into the bedroom to see if you’re okay.

As you sit on the bed with your arms crossed, still angry, you hear a light knock at the bedroom door.

“Liebling?” König’s voice is gentle as if he’s talking to a child.

“What?”

König opens the door slightly and pokes his head in. His eyes meet yours and he smiles at you timidly.

“Hallo mein Herz, can I come in?”

“Sure.”

König walks in like a dog with his tail between his legs. Your eyes travel over his attractive body as he makes his way to the bed and sits at the edge.

“I-I’m sorry…” the words struggle to leave his lips. Not because he doesn’t feel bad, but because his ego is so fucking big. “I’m sorry I snapped.”

You continue to just sit there and look at him as his head is dropped and his gaze is to the floor, “And what else?”

He turns his head to the side to look at you but quickly looks back away when he sees how mad you still are.

“And I’ll never do it again.”

“And?”

“I’ll take you out tonight for dinner, I can buy you whatever you want.”

You just look at him, up and down. A small smile comes up across your lips. You love to see this behemoth war criminal melt at your feet like this.

“Good. I also want a massage.”

“Absolutely.” König nods while he looks at you. “I’m very sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

König looks at you with a genuine sympathetic look in his eyes. You're the one person in this world that understands him, he never meant to hurt or lash out at you.

“Thank you for apologizing Kö.”

He reaches his hand out for yours with a small smile on his lips. You reach out and intertwin your fingers with his. König can feel himself begin to relax as he squeezes your hand.

#konig #konig x reader #könig #konig cod #konig x y/n #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig angst #konig x female reader #konig fluff #könig fluff #fluff #cod konig #konig x you #könig call of duty #könig x y/n #könig x you

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peggythestrange · 4 months ago

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Ok listen to me, Shen Jiu as the same Shen Qingqiu, only he's the head physician of a big hospital and Shen Yuan, Binghe, Ning Yingying and Ming Fan are his traumatised and overworked specialising doctors.

Shen Yuan is the chief resident: brilliant, smart and always ready to run on the field, giving everyone the solution he found nobody knows where for the most complicated cases. SQQ absolute favourite also because of his sassiness and brutal and sometimes rude honesty. ("Tell me the truth, doctor. I am going to die?", "Yes, you're going to die.", "how much time I've left?", "Well, you have three... two...", "Months?", "No, seconds.", "WHAT", "I'm joking, I'm joking don't look at me like that. But seriously you should start praying.")

Binghe: crazy amount of work but he always does it and finishes it brilliantly. A beautiful sunflower, the favourite of every patient, but he seemed to be hated by the head physician for some reason. He follows Shen Yuan everywhere and never leaves him. Everybody states he has a crush on him, but Shen Yuan will tell firmly that this is impossible because Binghe can't. Possibly. Be. Gay. Or maybe...

Ning Yingying and Ming Fan are the poor souls forced to witness this pitiful play every day. They're the most stressed among all and they live their life knowing that someday the department will explode. They drink a lot of coffee just because they need to keep going, hoping to see the next day and the next salary.

By the way, Shen Yuan is Shen Jiu's brother but they never told that to anyone because Shen Yuan doesn't want anyone to think he only got the job because of his brother.

Too bad that... Everybody knows that. Medical director Yue Qingyuan can't keep things for himself.

#shen yuan #shen jiu #svsss #luo binghe #mxtx characters #scum villian self saving system #ning yingying #ming fan #scumbag system #scum villain #scumbag self saving system #scumbag villain #shen brothers #maybe I watched too many grey's anatomy in my life #yue qingyuan

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myth1cs · 4 months ago

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Obedience Through Discipline (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

Smut; An officer not listening to their superior is a clear sign of disobedience. Luckily nothing a bit of discipline can't fix. Word Count: 3,021

The hard part was already over. Now that you've finished the training phase now you could finally start doing some actual work. You were assigned to officer Myoui Mina. She was the best officer at the station though many people felt bad for you which you didn't understand why at first.

It didn't take long for you to figure out why. She was always someone who was very stuck up about following the rules. Every mistake you made was followed by a scolding by Mina on why what you did was wrong. While yes you did believe that this line of work didn't have room for mistakes you still felt like she was being too harsh on you.

Things only got worse when she became a sheriff only after a few months since you were partnered with her. Even though time after time she had clearly expressed her disdain for you she never made an attempt to get you fired. In fact ever since she became sheriff it felt like she was keeping a closer eye on you. And you'd be lying if you said it wasn't making you nervous.

During your break you were sitting in your patrol car alone since your partner Nayeon decided to have her break inside. While you were eating your lunch you heard a knocking on your window. You looked up and saw that it was none other than sheriff Mina.

You rolled down your window and greeted her. "Hello sheriff Mina. Can I help you with anything?"

"You know about the parade happening downtown next week right?"

"Of course, what about it?"

"Well Ryujin got injured in the line of duty yesterday and the doctor said she wouldn't be fit to come into work for the next 2 months. So now I need someone to replace her for patrolling the area around the parade. I'm guessing you can see where I'm going with this."

This was a surprise to you. Why was she asking you anyway? There were officers who have been serving longer in the police force which she respected more that would be available to take over Ryujin's shift.

"With all due respect sheriff I believe others may be more qualified than me. Why not try asking officer Kyujin or-"

"I don't think you understand Y/N. This isn't a request, it's an order. You WILL be the one patrolling the area during next week's parade."

You let out a sigh knowing that there was no debating this with her. Once Mina makes up her mind her decision is final.

"Alright sheriff."

You rolled back up your window and Mina walked back towards the station. "Damn brat, who does he think he is trying to tell me how to do my job? Tsk, it's my fault for letting his disobedience go on for too long. I'll have to do something about that."

Breathing a sigh of relief you were glad that the encounter went rather well. Usually she would scold you for trying to talk back for at least half an hour but this time she didn't. Though you wondered if this truly was a good thing or if there was another reason behind Mina's actions. But you didn't ponder on that idea for too long. It was silly to think otherwise... or so you thought.

The week flew by in a blink of an eye. Before you knew it it was the day before the parade. You had to attend a meeting about where everyone would be stationed at the parade and what protocols to follow. You weren't really paying attention to Mina's speech though. Not like your role was rather complicated. Just simply patrolling the perimeter, if you see anything suspicious you were to report it.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Mina's yelling took you out of your thoughts.

"Wh- what happened?"

The whole room had gone silent. Everyone simply stared at you without saying a word. Mina walked towards you and you felt your heartbeat fasten. You felt like your heart was going to explode or that you would faint from nervousness at any moment.

"You think you're too smart for this huh?" Mina said with a mocking tone.

"N- no I would never-"

"Meet me at my office."

Mina walked back to the front of the room. The tension was thick in the air. Everyone paid attention to Mina, everyone was too scared to look away from Mina.

The meeting wasn't supposed to go on for too long. But it felt like it went by in just a few seconds while also feeling like it went on for 5 hours. Everyone avoided you as they left the room. You followed Mina to her office, hands sweating, and your heart was beating so loud you thought everyone in the building could hear it.

Mina unlocked her office door and walked in. Your legs didn't want to move forward. Was it fear? But what were you afraid of? Losing your job or was it something else?

"What are you waiting for Y/N?"

"Pardon me."

You walked in. Mina closed the door behind you and locked it which made you more nervous. "Sit down." Mina commanded as she pointed at a chair. You obeyed and sat down.

"You know what you did wrong?"

"I uhm-"

Mina sat down on her desk crossing her legs. She reached down to grab your chin and lifted it up to make you look at her.

"Look into my eyes as you say it."

"I wasn't listening."

"Say it with your full chest Y/N. I can't hear you."

"I wasn't listening!"

"Not listening to your superior are you Y/N? How troublesome indeed, will I have to punish you for this?"

"No sheriff, I'll behave from now on."

"Good to hear Y/N."

Mina's voice suddenly dropped.

"Cause this is your last warning."

Mina got off her table and went to sit down on her chair behind her desk. "Now get out."

Without hesitation you got up from your chair and made your way out of her office. As you left her office you breathed out a sigh of relief.

You went to your car to drive home but you suddenly bumped into your partner, Nayeon, in the parking lot.

"So Y/N were you fired?"

"What kind of question is that?! No I wasn't fired!"

"Relax Y/N I just had to know. So what did Mina talk to you about?"

"She just told me that this was my last warning."

"Well if that's all then I guess that's rather tame then."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Y/N I don't think I need to spell it out for you. Mina doesn't take things like this very lightly. If it was anyone else I'm sure she would've fired them already. And don't you think that she's been scolding you less recently?"

"Yeah I kinda picked up on it. Maybe this is a sign that she's turning over a new leaf."

"We can only hope so. Still the aura I get from even being in the same room as her is terrifying. I swear she gives off nothing but "Look at me the wrong way and I'll kill you" vibes."

"I swear she's knocked a few years off my life already."

"I feel that, anyways good luck with patrol duty tomorrow."

"Good luck to you to Nayeon."

The day of the parade came and you, along with a few other officers, were assigned to patrol the parameter and told to report anything deemed suspicious.

The area you were currently paroling didn't have many people. A few people passed by but nothing suspicious was happening in particular.

As you were walking you saw two people in an ally way. It seemed like they were committing an act of vandalism. While you were ordered to report things this wasn't any suspicious activity it was just people being stupid so you decided to just quickly deal with the situation.

Vandalism isn't something that you would arrest someone for in all honesty it was just a small misdemeanor but realized these were the same people you've had run-ins with these people before. At this point they were just begging for a prison sentence. The sentence for something like this was only up to a year so you didn't feel too bad.

Mina put Hwi in charge while she went on her break. For some reason she couldn't shake off the feeling that even though she told you that you were on your last warning you would still not listen to her. She made her way to where you were stationed.

"What the- I give him ONE job and he can't even follow that."

She pulled out her phone and called you. It only rang a few times before you picked up.

"Yes Mina?"

"Where are you?!"

"I'm driving these two people to the station-"

"Damn it you're supposed to report things! Do you even listen to me when I speak to you?!"

"Mina I-"

"I don't want to hear it! Meet me at my office the minute you're off the clock."

"But-" Before you could rebuttal Mina had already hung up.

You knew you were about to lose your job.

Once you got back to the parade Mina assigned someone else to stay by your side to make sure that you wouldn't deviate from your job.

The rest of the parade went fine. Nothing major happened that was worth noting. But you couldn't help but wish that it wouldn't end. You weren't prepared to be yelled at by Mina and get fired.

To your dismay the parade ended and so did your shift. You got a good look at yourself in your uniform before you walked to Mina's office knowing this was the last time you would be wearing it.

You had to pull yourself together and muster all your strength and courage to walk to Mina's office. Now you were standing in front of her door and you prepared for the worst.

Putting your hand on the handle and turning it you fully opened the door. Mina was sitting behind her desk sorting some paperwork.

Unsure what to do, you stood at the doorway simply staring at Mina. After a few minutes she looked up and made eye contact with you.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in and take a seat in front of me?"

Without saying a word you walked in and closed the door before you went to sit down in front of Mina not daring to make any sort of eye contact with her.

She looked at you for a few seconds before she went to type something on her computer. It seemed like she was just doing work for the sake of it but you couldn't tell.

Eventually she got up and walked up to her board where she had pinned a few documents. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was about time where most people were headed home. Most officers working at this hour were patrolling the downtown area.

Mina sighed and turned to face you. "It's impossible for you to listen. So what should I do with you?"

Was it a rhetorical question?

"I'd much prefer if I could keep my job, sheriff."

"You're almost at your one year mark. And this marks my third month of having to deal with you as sheriff. So..."

"Please don't fire me."

"That's not what I asked so I'll ask again, What should I do with you?"

"Uhm"

"Ran out of excuses have you?"

"I never made excuses sheriff."

Mina took a deep breath.

"Do you know why I'm stringent with the rules Y/N?"

"Because this line of work doesn't have room for failure?"

"Well that's not my main reason. Do you know the main reason?"

"I don't, sheriff."

"It's because I don't want to see people hurt." Mina walked over to you towering over you. "Or maybe I should be more specific. I don't want to see you hurt."

Mina reached behind her back and grabbed handcuffs. She danged them in front of you. "But I can't just let this slip by. I'm going to punish you."

The situation seemed to develop so fast you didn't register what Mina just said until she was handcuffing you.

"Sorry I leave the fuzzy handcuffs at home so we'll have to make do with these."

Part of you was hoping she was joking. Was this really happening, were you about to do it with Mina?!

"Don't do this Mina. Th- this isn't right!"

"Don't speak back to me you filthy brat!"

Mina's sudden outburst scared you and made you quickly shut up not daring to try to speak out of term.

"Now be a good boy for my Y/N. Just sit here and accept your punishment."

Mina got down on her knees and started to undo your pants. There wasn't anything you could do but simply watch. Once she took off your pants she ran her fingers along your thigh.

"P- please stop."

"You want me to stop darling? But your body is reacting so eagerly to my touch. Are you sure you want me to stop?"

She wasn't lying, you were yearning for her touch as much as you wanted to deny it. Before you could respond Mina smacked your thigh. It wasn't too harsh but it stung a little.

"But darling, I thought I told you not to speak out. Don't make me remind you again okay?"

"Ow fuck-"

She smacked you again.

"Drop the language."

"Y- yes ma'am."

Mina kissed your thighs while her fingers were rubbing against your clothed aching cock. You wanted this to continue but you knew this was wrong. It's not like this is standard protocol and she didn't even ask if you were okay with it. Yet you still couldn't help but be turned on by the given situation.

Even though you denied it your body knew what it really wanted. Shivering every time she ran her finger on your body to your cock hardening it was all too obvious.

She could tell you wanted to say something. "If you want to say something then I'm granting you this opportunity to say it."

"Please"

"Please what darling? Use your big boy words now."

"Suck me off Mina please I'm begging you."

"Begging now are we? Well I'm not entirely convinced yet, maybe you should beg me some more and I'll consider listening to you."

"Mina please, I really want you to fuck me until I can't walk. I want to lose all senses and be at your mercy."

Mina giggled at your statement. "Oh darling if you think that's enough to get me to listen to you you're going to have to try a little harder than that I'm afraid."

"Please fuck me Mina! I only crave your touch, I swear I'll listen to every order you give me!"

Mina rubbed her nose against your clothed cock. "That's more like it darling. However since you've been so disobedient then you'll have to make me cum before I give you any pleasure."

She proceeded to stand up and take off her clothes. Mina made sure to take her sweet time taking off her clothes. She knew it was driving you crazy and you wanted to get up and take her clothes off for her but your hands were handcuffed to each other.

Eventually she stripped down to her bra and underwear. Both were the same colour of pink. Mina sat up on her desk and started to rub her pussy using one of her fingers.

Low moans fell out of her mouth as she pleasured herself. You couldn't do anything but watch. You felt yourself get turned on by watching the scene unfold in front of you.

"What are you waiting for darling? Come and make me cum!"

"My hands are tied."

Mina laughed at your comment "I know they are darling. But I didn't put a gag on you did I?"

When you realized what Mina wanted you leaned forward and used your mouth to take off her underwear.

"Just like that darling, make this a learning experience!"

You buried your face onto Mina's pussy and shoved your tongue deep into her. Mina wrapped her legs around you tightly cutting off your air supply. "If you want to breathe then make me cum. Or else you'll suffocate between my thighs. Though I'm guessing you'd be okay with that wouldn't you darling?"

Fastening your pace you licked every inch of Mina's delicious pussy. Part of you wished your hands weren't tied so you could grab her boobs. But the current situation would do.

Though you tried desperately you felt yourself losing consciousness and before you knew it everything went black. "Aw did you pass out already?"

Mina unwrapped her thighs that were around your head and started to finger herself. Wet sounds filled the room as she shoved her fingers in and out of herself while her other hand was on her clit.

You were suddenly woken up by the feeling of something splashing on your face. When your eyes adjusted you realized it must've been Mina's cum.

"Oh your awake again darling?"

"Mina what-"

Another smack was given to you.

"What did I say about speaking out of term? And to think I thought about letting you cum. Since you seem to suck at making me cum and suck at listening to orders then I'll let you sit here and think about your actions."

Mina got up and put her clothes back on and you didn't do anything but watch as she started to leave the room.

"Don't worry darling I'll come and get you early in the morning. Till then think about your actions and I might let you cum first thing in the morning!" Mina said as she left the room closing the door behind her leaving you handcuffed to the chair to think about your actions that led you to this moment.

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Sorry for not uploading even though I said I would get back on schedule. In my defense I've been reading a really good Lux/Jinx fanfic.

Starring: You Mina, Nayeon (TWICE) Ryujin (ITZY) Kyujin (NMIXX) Hwi (TNX)

#twice x reader #twice #twice smut #twice imagines #mina #Mina smut #myoui mina #girl group smut #kpop smut #twice ff #female idol smut #kpop fanfic

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bobur-the-berry-guy · 3 months ago

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Omg bobur posting twice the same day??Unbelievable! also im feeding another one of my pookie bear besties

Kaoru relationship hcs!

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I'd say congrats on getting him but he's too busy mentally congratulating himself on getting you

He doesn't know how he achieved this or how you're actually into him but he's not complaining

Be prepared to reassure him that yes, you do love him and yes, you do wanna be with him

Ok for the pre-relationship

He pretends he doesn't care and that he's so mysterious..

And then he's so obvious

Not only because the rest of the club is (lovingly) bullying him into next week but let's be for real it might as well be written on his forehead

He stares at you like you're the only person in the room

He's also huffing and puffing about anything you ask him for help with but not once does he tell you no

He's so trying to hype himself to be more open with you but gets nervous over actually nothing

You smiled at him in class? Sweating

A side hug? Heart attack

Your hand brushed over his? Exploded in the spot

Typa dude to talk in the mirror and hype himself to not be scared of being around you and that he's the shit and then wimp out the second you move closer to hear him better

He wanted to tell you you're pretty but he almost said you're petty instead and gave up

His sister is sick of listening about you all day every day and then having to listen to him talk himself into "being a man🔥"

She might as well already personally know you with all that Kanzaki's nonstop rambling

The phantom busters are simultaneously so done with him and still don't let him catch a bre on how down bad he's acting

He's literally delusioning himself into confessing to you

I won't say much on confessions right now because there's something in the works, stay tuned hihi (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

He'd probably be hesitant to tell you anything about the ghost he sees in the beginning, but if you reassure him and ask long enough he'd eventually crack open

And not only about what he's seen but what that has made him go trough - the fear, the rejection, the loneliness, all of it

And when you genuinely believe him instead of thinking he's a freak? Yea, he knows it's over for him

Compares everything to shoujo anime scenes

I'm not even joking you could give him your water bottle because he's thirsty and his brain will automatically go to indirect kiss scenes

On the anime note he would be ecstatic if you're actually into his favourites

He won't say it but it would be so clear

Doesn't matter if you liked these animes beforehand or found them out trough him

Now, if you start watching something just because he likes it - that's something else

In your eyes it's probably a simple action but to him? Nah, that's a lot to him

He will remember that, probably tear up over it a bit too

Seeing that something would interest you just because it's important to him really gives his heart a pang!, ok?

Anyway

Will make constant references and send you stuff of the main couple and say "us"

You'd never know if he's telling u the truth or not when you ask him a question about what happen later on in the anime or manga

He would tell you the truth every now and then but you'd never know if that character actually died or it's just an au until you find out about it yourself💔

Would also send you random screenshots from later moments to motivate you to continue watching/reading the series

Would also facetime you just to watch anime

Would also sometimes have to rewatch certain parts or whole episodes because he zoned out staring at you

And if he cries bc sometimes happened he's either pointing the camera to the ceiling or he's straigh up turning it off lmao

Will make it seems like you're the one who suggested watching the anime if it's like slice of life or romance stuff

Just let him be..

Also he'd fangirl over certain moments and then pretend it never happened

"OHMYGOD THEY'RE SO CUTE AUGHH-- yea, the scene is nice, they're finally actually doing something"

Also if you invite him on a sleepover to watch something instead of facetiming?

He's arriving with a variety of snacks, drinks and a meal from home - he is PREPARED

His sister made it, he said

Would bring his best pajama to seem cooler

He's cooking up every scenario imaginable in his head

What if he has food on the corner of his mouth and you wipe it for him?! What if you feed him by hand?! What if you say you'd have to share the bed?!

Sure, entirely possible situation, but he's overdoing it

Now if you decide to lean on him or cuddle him while watching he'd be so stiff in the beginning I'm sorry

It's like hugging a plank

Give him some time to chill out and he'd be actually a bit clingy

Now if you fall asleep on him he's definitely going back to all these shoujo scenarios

He's sweating and he feels like he's having heart palpitations but he's gonna get over that too

Might or might not take a pic or selfie of you sleeping on him all cute and cozy

He's flexing in the club groupchat

On the chat topic, he's kind of a dry texter in the beginning but at least it comes off funny

He's the meme supreme and he has meme reactions for literally everything, but he doesn't send them a lot

He prefers to keep them to himself for just the right moment

On that note @/yukkuo has these "kaoru as ur bf texts" and i need to say check them out because that's exactly what i was picturing too they have ones for moragi also

If you ever compliment him for whatever reason he can only stare at you like an idiot for a good few seconds

You?? telling him he's pretty??? What is this alternate universe he's fallen in???

Especially!! if you compliment his eyes

He takes that straight to his heart

Please be tender with him

Hold his hand, play with his hair, hug him, cradle his face and kiss him all over - he's sensetive even if he acts like he isn't

He would let you touch his scars too

He usually avoids people's touch, but how could he refuse letting you when you're so gentle with him?

When he stops being nervous about you touching him he's definitely asking you to do it more

He won't say it though, that would make him too flustered

Instead he'd take your hand and put in on his face or in his hair and let you do your thing

If you insist on him telling you what he wants he will do it red and stuttering

Remind him just how much you adore him even if he hasn't asked you to reassure him

He tends to scare people away to the fact you're not only not avoiding him but also insisting that you want to be with him? Damn, he really lucked out

All in all, despite trying to appear all scary and mysterious, he's a giant softie

Just give him a big fat kiss, he needs it

๑Requests are open btw(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)✧⁠*⁠。

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