#i've been trying really hard to stay professional in front of them and thought i was doing a good job

[justalittlebluetiefling]

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[callme-holly]

ive got you - A.B

a/n: I've been cooking this up during my day off LOL. Sorry if it's bad. i will tag this to the original request later and will also edit later. <33

It had started off fine; the shoot was simple, a scene between you and your co-star that was partially improvised, a little off script but manageable. But as time went on and one take turned to five, then ten, things were working out to be not as easy as you’d have liked.

Take after take, capturing shots that were “good enough” but “not quite there yet.” 

It was wearing on you, the need to push yourself, to test your own limits, and even the director, no matter how amazingly patient she was, was growing frustrated. 

“Okay. Let’s take five.” She turned to you, trying to keep her smile soft as if sensing your growing stress. “Go grab a drink. Get some air.” 

You nodded once, grateful for the chance to step back and reevaluate, hurrying off of the set and fleeing to the exit, slipping out and into the afternoon light.

The sun was warm on your skin, a welcoming presence you accept with a long, heavy sigh. Your muscles were tense, shoulders tight and aching in a way that grated on your nerves, another discomfort that lingered, stubborn and unfixable. 

Anxiety had been clawing at your stomach for the past hour, a growing dread that maybe you weren’t good enough, that it was your fault things weren’t working. They might as well just cut you from the script and bring in someone else, someone more capable. 

The door clicked open once more, hinges squealing in protest; however, you weren’t listening. Your thoughts were too loud, your breathing requiring far too much attention in order to stay steady. It wasn’t until a hand landed on your shoulder that you jolted, eyes flying open, a gasp escaping you. 

“Hey, hey… It’s just me.” 

“Austin…” His name slipped out freely, familiar and easy as you turned to face him. He looked every bit concerned, worry flashing behind his eyes as he looked you up and down, seemingly trying to evaluate the situation without digging and making it worse.

“Saw you leave. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” His words were soft, filled with a tenderness that always seemed to radiate off of him no matter who he spoke to. 

The nod you gave in response was robotic. “Yeah… Just tired. They’re really pushing us.” 

“I noticed.” He crouched down beside you, gravel scraping under the soles of his boots, crumbling away like the final fragments of whatever resolve you had. He wasn’t too close, just near enough to let you feel him there. “But you’re doing good. No one ever tells you how much this stuff takes out of you. But everyone can see how much you’re giving—how much you care.” 

“What if it’s not enough?” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper amongst the chirping of the birds and the general hum of the outside. “What if I can’t give them what they want?” 

“Then they’ll work around you. They’re not going to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. You know that, babe.” 

The small expulsion of air that left you heavy with everything unspoken was a clear sign that there was more beneath the facade you were wearing, buried deep within the professional front you tried so hard to keep sturdy. 

“I’m just exhausted.” The admission was laced with fatigue, all the stress finally spilling forth like a torrent of water after the dam cracks. “I really want this to be perfect, and I'm pushing myself so much, but at the same time, it's all too much, and I just need a break. I don't feel like I'm doing good enough, Austin.” 

At first, Austin didn't speak. He let the silence settle, not like a weight but more like a blanket---soft, warm, and safe. His eyes stayed fixated on you like you were the only person worth listening to.

And then, gently, as if he were talking to a baby animal, "You don't have to do it all at once."

His voice was low, almost a whisper, like if he spoke too loud, the moment would shatter. "I know what it's like to want to be perfect. Giving so much that you forget who you are."

You let out a shaky breath, eyes stinging with tears that had been held for far too long. All the anxiety, the fears, the oppressive thoughts pressing down on you... Suddenlyhey didn’t seem so heavy. Because you were seen. Understood. 

Austin's hand found yours---careful, like he was afraid you'd flinch away—and when you didn't, he simply held on, thumb tracing your knuckles in slow, grounding circles that had all the tension dissipating slowly.

"They don't see how much work you put in," he murmured, voice edged with something unspoken.

"I just can't mess this up. this role; it's everything I've worked for... I want this so bad."

Austin shifted closer, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his own. "Hey, you're allowed to feel. You're allowed to take a break. You're human."

You blinked fast, another wave of tears washing over you like a tidal wave. He reached out with a steady hand, thumb brushing away the wetness, touch barely there.

"Let's take five," he whispered. "Breathe with me for a second, yeah? Just you and me. No directors or co-stars or cameras. That can wait."

And for the first time that day, it did wait. It waited for as long as you needed it to.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hey girllll can u do billie eilish x singer! reader

Keep it Professional

|| Billie Eilish x singer!fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader with wine, short drabble

|| Summary; billie meets reader at an awards show and finds herself swooning.

Requests open!

Started; october 2nd

Finished; october 3rd

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Billie Eilish found herself on the red carpet for yet another awards show, surrounded by cameras and flashing lights. She held herself with confidence as she posed and smiled, sending a few playful winks. Though she couldn't help but notice the whispers from other attendees. They always whispered, but this time the name caught her attention. They were talking about you, a rising star in the music industry who had made a name for yourself with your powerful vocals, unique sounds, lyrics and music videos. Billie had been a fan of your music for a while now, admiring your talent and charisma from afar. She wondered if she would get the chance to talk with you tonight as she entered the building.

You were already there, well situated with a glass of wine that you took occasional sips from. Your eyes darted around, admiring all the celebrities from afar. Some would come and talk to you, you'd humour them with conversation but really there wasn't any in particular you wanted to speak to. Until your eyes landed on Billie Eilish. Who seemed to have just arrived. You smiled to yourself, you'd always had a crush on the star. Even before you'd gotten into the music industry yourself; you never mentioned it in interviews... but she'd been your inspiration. It showed in some of your music videos and some of your more die hard fans had figure that out, so there was a rumour about it. But you let it stay a rumour, never confirming or denying it if people asked. You usually just say something like 'I leave it up to the people's interpretation'.

Billie scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. What she didn't expect was to make direct eye contact with you. Apparently, you'd already been looking in her direction; which made her cheeks flush. She noticed you were standing alone, she thought that to be a little odd. Given that your rise is music was right up there with people like Taylor Swift. She watched you take another sip from your wine glass, trying to work up the courage to go speak with you.

Before she knew it, her legs were carrying her in your direction; and then... she was right in front of you. Damn, you were even prettier in person. Billie seriously hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself talking to you," hey, Y/N. Right?"

You nodded, feeling a flutter go through you as Billie Eilish stood before you. You hoped you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of her," Yeah. It's nice to finally meet you, Billie." You tried to keep things causal, not wanting to give hints to your internal raging fangirl.

"Likewise," She smiled at you. God her smile," Your music's incredible, it's been all I've been listening to lately."

Your smile mirrored hers, now really hoping you were keeping thing's professional. The Billie Eilish listens to your music? Your finger subtly but rapidly tapped the side of your wine glass, a nervous habit," thank you. That means a lot."

The rest of the night seemed to flow with a practiced ease, you and Billie staying with each other through it all. Rambling off one another in conversation, laughing and smiling. Mutual crushes growing all the more. Much to the other's blindness.

After the awards were presented (with both you and Billie getting at least one), she found you again as you were about to leave.

"Y/N! Hold on!" She called out, practically running to you. You turned and looked at her with a smile.

"Billie! What is it?" You replied, glad that she had come to talk to you again.

"Can we keep in touch? I really enjoyed tonight," She asked, her cheeks flushed as she looks at you.

You smiled and nodded," of course. I'll put my number in your phone."

She seemed to easily hand you her phone without second thought; you gave her your number and she thanked you.

Little did you know, that in just a few weeks time she would take you on a date.

[bulletswithribbons]

"Fucking hate journalists"

Kai Anderson X Fem!reader // NSFW

Warnings: Kai Anderson. You guess it. Very little plot, degrading, non-con/dob-con, mentions of murder, implied masochism, rough oral sex (m receiving), gun play, slut shaming, hair pulling, let me know if I missed any.

Summary: Kai breaks in your house to teach you your place after non-stop asking him back handed questions during the interview. Events eventually take a twisted turn, you were never that much of a good girl anyways.

Word count: 2.5k

a/n: This is my first ever fic, I've read plenty and wrote smut before so I'm pretty confident. But first time publishing so here we go.

Interviewing Kai right after his campaign was not the best call at all, especially the way you kept pressing him. You knew you shouldn’t have but this is war whether he knew it or not. You took a vow on yourself to make him expose himself on his own. You’ve always been suspicious about him but you had no proof of your accusations, and calling someone out based on your gut is not really professional, especially as a journalist. 

Even though someone had to confront him about his mistakes and fear mongering, your questions only made things worse, for you at least. You pushed too hard, making him feel small in front of the media. He could sense your suspicion with every question, and it's clear you put a big dent in his ego.

You were sitting on your desk, ticking your pen as a form of anti-stress. A bit of a mess actually, papers scattered, pens strewn about. Newspapers and magazines pile up, post-it notes plastered everywhere and a coffee cup long forgotten. Your desk lamp sits on the edge, casting a soft, warm glow in the room. You've always preferred gentle lights especially when working, it helps you think.

Your thoughts spiral around making your headache worse than it already is. How could you possibly put him down, once and for all..?

A bone-chilling breeze whispers over the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You enjoy it while it lasts, a refreshing breeze in this stifling hot night. It must have come from the window behind you, although you don't remember leaving it open... It doesn't matter. Nothing does as long as you still have work to do.

Your slender fingers reach for your white blouse, unbuttoning it. Once removed, you toss it aside, letting it fall to the floor, trying to cool your temperature down. You're digging through Kai's files, searching for a gap to use against him. It wasn't your job to do so. But as a journalist of course, you'd investigate and research to report the facts and keep people up with the facts.

Perhaps it's because you take what he says in the media personally. After all, a part of you is a feminist, a part you're not ready to let go of, at least for the sake of all the women who fought for their place in this world. You see through his manipulation tactics because you've seen them before. You know a narcissist when you see one.

"Fuck!" You shout as you throw the papers off your desk.

"Hm, come on now, how dare you throw these papers. We don't want little big mouth to lose her temper." He tsks, with an overly sweet tone dripping with sarcasm.

Shocked, you recognize the voice as you feel something hard poking you in the back of your head, trailing down to your neck, detaching your hair that was hardly holding up in the messy bun. Cold, metal. Sudden realisations hit all at once, but most importantly is the outsider in your house -your room- you pissed off earlier this day holding a gun to your head.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" you ask, your voice rising towards the end. You're trying your best to stay calm. One mistake, and you’re dead. Young lady in her 20s corpse’ found shot in her bedroom because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“Mr. Anderson?”He repeats after you, chuckling. “They’re always respectful when fearful.” A sinful smirk tugs his lips, a look of pride in his dark cold eyes after hearing his last name coming from your trembling lips. “But I would have to politely decline your offer. I’m here to fix the mess of a situation you’ve just created for yourself. After all, I don’t want to lose voters over something so foolish. Especially this… close to the election.”

"Like hell I—or anyone with a brain that knows right from wrong—would vote for you!" You yell as you stand up from your seat.

His jaw clenches and nostrils flare, showing his annoyance. His grip on the gun tightening as he lifts the gun up to your temple, his finger twitching on the trigger. His voice, on the other hand, remains eerily sweet. “I really think you should keep your voice down.”

You swallow, your throat drier than ever. 

His voice lowers to a whisper, "I see you started learning. Good girl, I'm proud of fast learners." He takes a step towards you, his free hand stroking your chin and cheek, his touch alone giving you goosebumps. The gun rests on your temple, his eyes darting around the room.Then his focus shifts back to you. "Get on your knees," he orders and pulls his hand away from your face.

“I’m sorry?” You rush out, your eyes widening.

“Now,” he responds, his tone dripping with impatience as he jerks his gun to signal his order. “Expecting company?” He inquires looking down at your —bra only— chest.

You crouch down on your knees, his gun still pointing to your head. “No,” you respond short and clearly. For a minute, you believe you saw him smile slightly. A smile of pride.. 

“You’re such an obedient slut, aren’t you?” He pauses, “You defied me, made a fool of me in front of everyone. That doesn't go unnoticed.” He whispers, his voice pitch getting higher towards the end.

“So you’re going to shoot me? Because I hurt your little pathetic ‘man ego’? Because I’m small and vulnerable while you’re big and strong?” You retort, fake amusement hiding your fear.

“You’re smart. Most girls aren't smart. Well, that was the plan.” His smirk widens, his tone sounding even more sadistic as he slowly traces the gun barrel around your jawline— tracing it slowly with the tip of his gun. You notice him staring at your lips. “But now, seeing how big of a mouth you have, I’m going to show you what whores like you are made for.” He informs, his tone bled dry of emotion.

“The kitchen and carrying useless men’s babies. I Get it, trust.” You lash out. Although you know keeping your mouth shut is probably the better option, especially in this exact situation. But that never really happens, at least not most of the time.

Kai’s grip tightens on the gun as his rage begins to seep through his body. His other hand darts out to your face and before you even notice it, a slap lands with a sharp crack, sending a jolt of pain rippling through your cheek and leaving you on the floor. It stings, you can feel a red mark in its wake. Leaving you feeling shocked and humiliated.

You were lying down there on the floor, your body stretched out, limbs motionless. There was no sense of ease in your posture nor the room, rather a stillness that borders on tension. Even the air itself felt stifling.

Your eyes widen at the sight of his free hand darting to his zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth. “You see, you just know how things work.” His tone becomes condescending, he pops the button and grip the waistband of his pants pulling it down until it’s enough to pull his dick out. “You have such a delicious looking mouth. I'm sure it has been put to good use for the benefit of passing by men. I'm guessing you've had a lot of fun.” He grabs the elastic of his boxers, lowering them down over his balls and pulling out his half hard cock.

You stare at him, your face frozen in shock. “You’re sick!” you shout.

“Am I now? You're the one who's been around so many men in your life. You should be used to it by now.” He grins, his hand holding his gun and moving it from your cheek to beneath your chin, pulling it up, so you were looking at him. “You should be grateful I'm bothering to even look at you.”

Although the men you’ve been with aren’t that many, you don’t bother to waste your time explaining. He believes what he wants to believe.

“Get back here,” he orders as he starts to pump his cock, the veins bulging beneath his grip. A bead of precum glistening from the tip.

You crawl back to him on all fours, doing as he says, and getting back on your knees, looking up at him. “Are you going to hurt me?” you ask.

He pauses for a moment before tilting his head with a small grin. “Isn’t that what you deserve? Do you want me to hurt you? Is that it? You like pain? Is that what you crave, y/n?” 

Fear… Regret.. Along with arousal.. Unwanted arousal specifically. You always knew you had a thing for troubled —twisted— men, but this is beyond fucked-up. Not to forget, he’s your worst enemy. He’s any woman’s worst enemy.  Feeling your pussy weeping in response to his tall figure towering over you is not really something to be proud of. The heat between your thighs only grew bigger every second and you knew you needed to get rid of the feeling.

He stops pumping his cock, his hand darts to your head caressing your hair with —almost— a soft touch.

“Suck,” he orders.

Your eyes widen, your tongue ready to curse at him, “I’m not going t-” 

“I won’t ask again, suck.” His hand darts up to your face squishing your cheeks painfully together. “You run your mouth a lot, might as well put it to good use. I’ll show you what exactly happens to smart mouths. Suck it like the slut you are.” His eyes burn with anger while he’s squeezing tight, his voice dripping with venom. The tip of his heavy warm cock caresses your soft lips, tempting you to bite it off.

He roughly lets go of your face, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head to the back to force your mouth open.

He forces the tip past your teeth, hatred spewing from your eyes.

“Wider,” he demands, but you want him to beg. Beg for it on his knees and switch the table, be the one with the gun ordering him around like a house pet. Getting back your dignity sounded good but not enough if you compare it with its consequence, having your life taken away from you.

You ignore his request. Making him reinforce his hold in your hair, pulling at it harder making your jaw drop so he can get deeper to your throat. The salty taste of precum evades your taste buds.

You loved the taste of him, your mouth watering with his cock inside it. But you couldn't admit it, of course you never would. It didn’t take too long for you to wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft.

Your head bobbing up and down. A breathy moan escaped him.

“Do enlighten me,” he breathes out, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Your tongue massaged the veins that swelled on his thick cock, flattened out on the thickest one underneath and flicked at the tip.

Ragged breaths escaped his mouth as you began to inch your way down, taking in more of him. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of your throat. Kai tightens his grip around your hair, and shoves your face down against his cock, making you gag around him, violently forcing you to deep throat his dick, making you gag. His length occupying your whole mouth down to your throat. You were practically choking, but he didn’t really care about it, he’s there for one reason and one reason only, teaching you to know your place.

“Fucking whore. You thought you were so smart with those non stop questions?” He pauses panting as he thrusts harder into your throat, the sound of you gagging and the wet thrusts echoing through the room. “Fucking hate journalists. Tell me… Who got the upper hand now?” 

You can't help but ignore him once again. It's not like you would give him what he wants and come undone beneath him, right? Of course you can’t answer him, after all you’re his number one hater. But even haters would give in when it’s the most mouthwatering cock a man can ever have. 

When you avoided answering, or maybe couldn’t answer since you were basically choking on his cock. His dick alone is enough to murder you if he wanted to. It only made him thrust faster, the asshole didn’t stop mouth fucking you even when he noticed your cheeks turning to a bright red and your eyes watering. Your cries turned him even more on. Kai forced his cock further into your throat, until your nose was pressed in the bush of his pubic hair.

Finally, you gave him a wobbly nod, motioning that he has the upper hand.

His head fell back to his shoulders, “That’s good to hear.. You’re learning, you’re such a good girl…Fuck…” 

You smile at the praise. Surprisingly, him being somewhat ‘sweet’ only made him ten times hotter. 

Tears keep running down your red cheeks, your cries echoing through the room.

“Just so you know, I’m enjoying this. Your whimpers are music to my ear.” He groans. “But god dammit don’t whine like a fucking bitch.” He spits at you and it lands on your cheek. Add it to the list of body fluids covering your face, along with the sweat gathering at your forehead and drool drenching your chin. 

You moan around his thick cock, sending him vibrations through his whole body. After all, you’re not putting on an act, you are enjoying it which is something you, yourself, are afraid of. But mostly you were focused on getting oxygen into your lungs. And maybe he is right, as always. Maybe there really is a part of you that enjoys the pain. That burning stinging sensation in the back of your throat. It’s scary because it’s true. 

His thrusts then began to lose their rhythm, but still managed to keep up with his pace. You knew what was coming for you. You shut your eyes, dramatically accepting your fate. Your jaw was already tired from him using you. His shaft was heated up, thrusting in and out of your red swollen lips. His hand gripped on your hair even more tightly holding you in place while his hold on the gun loosened. 

“My cock is a reward, tasting me is a blessing. Fucking thank me for letting you suck me off.” He says between breaths. 

No response, just a wet sticky cough. But afraid of his reaction, you choke out with a full mouth, “thank you.”

You could promise that you felt the disgusted face he did, “what a filthy bitch didn't your parents teach you not to talk with a full mouth?” He says while non-stop grunting like a wounded animal. That's probably what he is anyways... A wounded animal.

Few seconds later, ropes of cum spurt out from his dick into my throat, milking it after the abuse it went through when he was hammering into my mouth. He pulls out from your mouth and tug his dick back into his boxers then his pull his pants back up.

“Swallow,” he orders. “Fucking swallow my cum.” Kai grabs your face and presses his fingers into your cheek flesh.

Desperately, all you wanted to do was spit it at him, right in his face, but you don’t. You actually swallow like the obedient little slut he said you are. His seed slides down your throat, alongside your dignity and maybe your hatred towards him. 

Your fingers reach to your face drying up the tears that ran down your cheeks and the saliva running down your chin along with lines of cum. Looking up to him, you see him breathing heavily. His body working hard to get the oxygen he needs from how hard you sucked him off.

He looks at you up and down, judging you, it can't be anything good.

You expected him to do something, whether beat you up, shoot you, the least of it is spit at you telling you how much of a filthy whore you are.

But he didn't, and you were grateful for that... For him..

The taste of him still lingers at the tip of your tongue. You lick your lips unintentionally and in the most discrete way possible. Last thing you want is having him know you liked it and boost his ego, not that it could possibly needed any more promotions. But he already knows, you're sure of it. The way you sucked the life out of him like it was the best thing you laid your lips on, you can't hide that from anyone.

He turns and walks to the door, completely silent. What could he be possibly thinking about...?

He pauses at the door, turning his head to see you, he’s sweaty.

“If I see you run your mouth about any of my work, newt time will be much worse.” He promises, which you thought was kind of cute.. Promises… 

Zipping up his fly, and slipping his gun in his pants, he finally turns away and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

[panpanghost]

Part 9 of this au (I think 'Corrupted king' is nice, I've thought about other names but I like this one most.)

Macaque fallowed Wukong, keeping a few steps between them, looking around and studying this palace, searching for the exit. They went up the stairs then to the end of the hall.

Maybe I can try something in the shower- DUMMASS!!! That's Macaque you're thinking about! He'd punsh me if he didn't want to but that's him with powers, so if he didn't want it now, he'll just take with a smile because he thinks I'll kill him then he will never forgive me. So staying neutral is the best thing to do in his condition... Until he falls in love with me again.

Wukong opened the doors, and Macaque could see a swimming pool with hot water falling in it from a hole on the side walls shaped like a lion's face. With a huge glass wall in front to show the beautiful scenery outside.

This place is really nice. My only problem is the king. It's good that it's big, I can keep a distance between us. But... it's like I've been here before.

Macaque was looking around the place, but then he looked back at the king to find him already undressed and staring at him.

Shitshitshitshitshit! I almost forgot about him! That took me completely off guard.

_"Are you ok?" the king asked,

_"I'm fine, go ahead first, I'll undress and go after." Macaque smiled. He won't ask me to serve him, right?

_"It's ok, I'll wait for you... Do you need a hand?"

_"NOPE- I got this." Is he going to watch me all the time?!

Macaque took off the rest of his clothes feeling his heart beating faster and faster, his cheeks burning as the king never took his eyes off him.

Does he need to watch so closely? It's not like I'm going anywhere.

As Macaque finished he glanced at the king, who was looking at him puzzled, like he was trying to read Macaque and the more he read him the more puzzled he got.

This is embarrassing, can he please stop staring.

Then it looked like a light bulb lit in the king's head, he gave Macaque a smile then ran to the water and jumped high yelling, "Cannonball!"

He made a splash as he hit the water.

The Macaque froze for a second then smiled, almost wanted to laugh, what a silly guy.

It worked! He doesn't look so stressed now. I knew it! Acting like myself is the best choice.

_"Try and beat that!" Wukong challenged,

Macaque was shocked for a second, then smiled, he ain't backing off a challenge. Even without powers, he ran to the edge of the pool, jumped high, did a few turns like a professional diver then hit the water gracefully.

Macaque got his head out the water and gave Wukong a smug look,

_"Mine had more splash in it so we'll call it even."

_"Yeh. Sure." Macaque said, still smug. He knows he won. Then it hit him again-

Why did I do that?! He could've felt offended! Damn it! I really need to be more careful. My head could go flying any second now.

Wukong turned and swam to the edge of the pool, then sat on one of the big stairs underwater so only his head was out, he put it back on the edge and relaxed.

Macaque swam to the same edge but kept a distance between them. Sure the king didn't seem mad but it doesn't mean he can relax just yet.

Macaque sat there for a second thinking, then he got colser to the king, almost close enough for Wukong to reach him.

Wukong glanced at him but didn't move, he knows Macaque is more like a cat, he needs to let him get closer on his own or else he'll scratch and bite.

Macaque started grooming his hands.

What the- Not a single entanglement, my furr isn't as silky and thick and I guess that's because I'm sick, but it's clearly well taken care of, my furr's been groomed, maybe yesterday, but I was out for a couple days...

Macaque glanced at the king who looked like he was having a hard time with his own furr.

Was it him? Was he taking care of me while I was out? But he's a king, he could've told someone else to do it, still... I haven't seen another person since I woke up. I can hear others outside but no one in the palace.

_"Doesn't seem like this'll take long." Macaque broke the silence, hinting at the question in his head,

_"Well I've washed you two days ago when you were out, but didn't do it after because I was afraid you'd get a cold. B- But, you know- I'm not saying you're weak, I'm- It's just in this condition it's better not to tempt fate. But don't worry I know how much you love your furr so I groomed all of it and made sure it's good as new." Wukong answered without looking at his moon, still struggling with his own furr.

_"That's.. a lot of work for a king..." that didn't come out as rude, right?

_"We can't help it. You can't use your glamour for now, so I ordered everyone to stay outside. I know how much you hate others seeing your ears. Don't know why though, I think they're cute. But, you know, I respect your decision."

_"Thanks..." Macaque said, glancing back at the king.

Damn it... Every time he opens his mouth, I feel butterflies in my stomach. Stop that! ... So no one's been taking care of him because of me... He must've been having a hard time...

"Come here. I think it's my turn." Macaque said, turning to face the king.

What am I doing?

_"O-oh!" Wukong understood, "Well, it's been your turn for the past two times, but I'll take what I can get." he joked moving closer to his moon.

YES YES YES!

Fluffy...

Macaque started his work and the king relaxed to the touch, his tail swishing happily next to him.

_"Your- Wukong."

_"Yes peaches?"

_"Umm, my eye, is it yours?"

_"Nope, it's yours now."

_"I meant did you give it to me?"

_"Yeh, but don't worry about it. I can regenerate."

_"That's not- Just because you regenerate doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, so thank you, don't know many kings who'd do that."

It's him, it's still him, that's my moon, but...

_"Weeeelll. If you insist on thanking me. Can you stop that?"

_"I'm sorry, stop what exactly?"

_"THAT!" Wukong turned, "Exactly that."

_"What?" Macaque was confused and a little scared,

_"Being so- so.. so, respectful!"

_"You are upset because I'm being respectful?"

_"Yes! It's like you're walking on eggshells around me and it's driving me nuts!"

_"I'm.. sorry?"

_"Noooooo, ugh! See what I'm talking about?! You wouldn't apologise, you'd say 'deal with it, sweetheart' or-or 'Wukong you smell like shit, get your ass in the water' or 'Wake up, I'm hungry' then you'd kick me out of bed to get you something to eat."

_"I said that?" past me I'm gonna kill you!

_"Yes. You did. You'd even say worse but that's not the point."

_"I- I.. Ummm.. I'm sorry, I don't, I-"

_"AAAAGH!" Wukong let out then dived under water, yelling and swearing but all it came was bubbles on the surface.

What is happening right now? Is he telling the truth? He might be. But there's this feeling like he's hiding something. I want to leave but I'm scared. I can't survive on my own, I need his protection, but am I safe with him? I feel trapped. I want to get out! I want my powers back! I want my memories back! GET THIS FUCKING CROWN OFF OF ME!

"aaah... Sorry about that- Macaque?" Wukong got out of the water only to see his moon pulling the crown forcefully, he was pulling hard with all he got,

"Macaque stop, you'll hurt yourself." Wukong said anxiously,

_"Get this thing off of me!" Macaque yelled as he kept pulling, and before he knew it, his tears started falling, his vision blurry and his heart pounding faster, "Get it off of me! Get it off!" Macaque was pulling too hard his claws started ripping his skin, blood falling on his face and dripping into the water,

_"Macaque stop!" Wukong grabbed his hands and forcefully pulled them away, he put them down and hugged him,

_"Let go of me! let go!" Macaque tried to pull away, scratching the other, his claws did little to nothing but that didn't stop him.

Just how weak is he?

_"It's ok. You're ok. I've got you." Wukong whispered into Macaque's ears while stroking his head.

It took a few minutes before Macaque finally calmed down.

I didn't know it'll get to this, I should break the curse and remove the crown. But he'll leave forever. No, no, he wouldn't. He will, he did it before and he'll do it again. It doesn't matter, he's hurting himself. And he'll get himself killed out on his own. You'll find his corpse abodened in the middle of nowhere. He'll die before asking for your help. Is that what you want? To wait all alone until you hear he died because you took off the crown? Because you didn't want to take care of him anymore? Because you got bored of him? No! nononononononononono, what was I thinking?! I can't take off the crown, I have to protect him! Yes. He'll only be safe here, with me. I'll protect you my love, my king.

_"Are you feeling better?" Wukong asked, still hugging/tieing his moon,

_"I don't know..." Macaque muttered, his voice hoarse from all the crying and screaming.

_"Can I clean you up so we could get out of here?"

_"I don't know..."

_"I'm gonna let go now, ok?"

_"mm.."

Wukong let go slowly, looking down at his moon's face, it was painted red with his blood, the sight made his heart beat shards of broken glass into his chest, it was too painful for him.

He looks exhausted...

Wukong started to carefully clean the other's face, he'd already healed him when he was hugging him, but he couldn't help but be gentle.

_"There you are." Wukong said softly as he finished cleaning, holding his love's face in his hands.

Macaque didn't answer, his face blank. Wukong has never seen him like this.

Why? Why does he look so.. broken... I can't see him like this, I have to do something. Think Wukong, think! What would make him happy?

... shit.

"Let's get out of here. I don't know about you, but personally, I'm starving." Wukong spoke cheerfully as he held Macaque up in his arms.

Macaque didn't react, the same blank look on his face, it's like he gave up.

Wukong tried to stay optimistic, he dried himself and Macaque then brushed his love's furr, it was a bummer he didn't get to use all the creams he bought him, but he can do that another time.

He then held Macaque up all the way back to the bedroom. He gave him new clothes, a black hoodie with red marks and cat ears on it and some black sweatpants, Macaque put them on and it messed his hair, still he kept quiet.

Adorable! No! He's depressed, I should cheer him up not think he's cute! Well he's always cute- Damn it! Focus Wukong! Calm down you stupid heart! I'll carry him to the kitchen, he likes being carried around, I don't even think he wants to move. The little ones should be done with our breakfast, so the kitchen should be empty by now.

_"Alright, up you go." Wukong smiled as he held Macaque up once again in his arms,

Macaque didn't react, he just wants this to be over already.

Wukong took him to the kitchen and sat him at the table. The monkeys did finish their job and leave. Good job guys.

The king filled a plate with pancakes and honey and a few grapes, the way Macaque likes it, then he took a few plums, bananas and mangoes and placed them in another plate and put it closer to Macaque.

_"Is there anything else you want?" Wukong asked sitting next to him, it looked like he was about to feed him himself,

_"No, I-" Whatever, I'm dead anyway. "I want to leave."

_"I'm sorry moon, but it's dangerous for you to go out now." When the king finished his sentence, his moon looked even more depressed.

No no no no! I hate this!

"Buuuuuuuut," Wukong said with a big grin, "It's not dangerous for someone to drop by." Macaque looked at him confused,

"How about I call Princess Iron Fan and invite her over? Would that make you happy?" I'll kill her if she tries to take him away.

Macaque finally lit up.

I can see my sister? I last saw her a few weeks ago before I went on with my travels. She can help me!

_"She's coming?!" he missed her, and the fact that the king knows about her means Macaque told him himself, which means he wasn't lying!

_"Maybe, I mean I'm not sure if she has time with her kingdom, and son and husband-"

_"SHE HAS A SON?! AND SHE'S MARRIED?!"

_"Yeh! Her son is Redson, and her husband is Demon Bull King, you've met them before, don't worry. I'm sure she'll come when she knows you're.. umm... cursed."

_"Wow. What else don't I remember?" Macaque sat straight with his head high,

_"Start eating and I'll try my best to tell you. Also a little side note, your sister hates me."

_"She hates all my suitors."

_"WHAT?!" What suitors?! Who dares!!? I'll kill them!

Shit- I guess I never told him about that.

Macaque started eating, shoving pieces of pancakes in his mouth,

_"You know when you hear suitors with an S you'd think there are many, but it's not actually." That's a lie. I could've built an army with them. If I had a golden coin for every proposal, oof!

_"How many? Who are they?" They are dead to even think about taking my Macaque!

_"Awwwyou know, it's not like they proposed because they loved me, most of them just wanted me for my powers and all." This should calm him down, right?

_"Most? What about the rest?"

Damn it!

_"Well, not to brag but I am good looking, at least I used to be."

_"YOU ARE FUCKING GORGEOUS AND SMOKING HOT! Also I want names." I WILL SKIN THEM ALIVE!! HOW DARE THEY?!!

_"Wha- e- hehe- shit," Macaque covered his mouth and couldn't help but blush holding his growing smile, he took a deep breath to calm down then talked again: "They are most likely dead by now. Forget about them."

_"I need to make sure." I'll teach them what happens when they try to take what's mine!

As he heard it Macaque laughed. What kind of mate did I choose?

_"It's ok, I don't think about them, actually I don't even remember their names." Macaque looked at the king, who clearly wasn't satisfied with the answer, then smiled softly, "I'm just glad I made the right choice in the end."

Macaque meant these words, he found someone who'd do anything for him, he gave up his eye, his house, his subjects, maybe more and asked nothing in return, he just wants to see Macaque happy, and that's all he ever wanted, someone to be happy with.

_"Oh.." Wukong felt his face burning red, he couldn't stop it, how could he? His love chose him and him alone of who knows how many others. It healed something in him. He loves me.

"I'm lucky you did." Wukong felt his body relax, like he's flying yet somehow tied up to his heart, he could never explain how he felt being with Macaque. He'd give everything he has just to hear his moon say I love you again, just once, just to know, to know what he's doing isn't wrong, that it's worth it, that he's forgiven.

There was a moment of silence where they just looked into each other's eyes, simply happy to be there.

What was that???!!! CALM THE FUCK DOWN!! At this rate I'm the one who's gonna do something to him.

_"Ehem- At this rate we'll never be done with our breakfast." Macaque joked, turning back to his plate, his face still a little red.

_"Oh right!" Wukong snapped back to reality and grabbed a plum to eat, "We better finish this if we wanna- WAIT-"

_"What?! What is it?!" Macaque asked surprised,

_"You don't know what musicals are!" Wukong was basically about to blow from excitement,

_"By the name I guess it contains music?"

_"OOOOHOHOHOOO! This is gonna be great!!"

_"... o-ok?" Macaque smiled nervously. What did I get myself into?

part 10

(Many of you will hate me after the ending, I just know it.

I'm not a 100% sure that's the ending I want though... We'll see what happens.)

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

sometimes, i really wish i didn't live in the bible belt.

i've been atheist my whole life. or at least, once i got old enough to question things instead of just blindly accept what my parents told me. though i was never good at that either, i was one of those kids that had to know things. i never bought into the tooth fairy or easter bunny, and i thought santa was just a game we all played and pretended to believe it. the idea of god felt the same to me, like some thing we were just pretending to believe in

except the grownups (and even some of the kids) actually believed it. so i went along with it, because my mom made me go to church with her, so it wasn't like i had a choice. but it never felt true to me, though i tried to make it feel real

i was 11 when i realized i never would and never could. i had tried to force myself to believe, but it never worked. i knew, deep inside, that there was no higher power. more so, i knew i couldn't keep spending my life living a lie. i knew i'd never be the believer i pretended to be.

and that scared me. not because the idea of hell or anything, but because i'd sat through more than one sermon and heard about how non-believers would burn in hell with the sinners. and my church 'family' seemed to agree. so that let me know that these people who called themselves my friends would be fine with seeing me burn in hell for all eternity, just because i didn't believe in the same invisible man in the sky as them

i didn't even believe in hell, but just imagine that. knowing that the people you've known your whole life believe you deserve to be punished forever for not believing what they believe. i'd already spent my entire life feeling like an outsider (multiple undiagnosed mental illnesses/disorders) so when i realized i could never be what these people wanted me to be, that i would never be able to convince myself to believe, it terrified me.

so much so that i got 'saved' in front of the congregation the next sunday. i pretended to believe as hard as i could. hell, i even wrote fake entries into my diary just in case anyone found it and read it

i was so afraid to admit i didn't believe. but so angry that i had to pretend. so i questioned things and made people uncomfortable. eventually, i had enough and said i was atheist. i was more angry than scared by then, fueled by teenage angst and hormones and the undiagnosed depression/anxiety disorders

in the end, I stopped going to church when my mother stopped forcing me. but the damage had already been done. i'd spent years trying to shove myself into a box i didn't fit it, for people that frankly didn't deserve that kind of sacrifice on my part

and there are still people who hear that i don't believe and judge me. who try to convert me. who think of me as less than them bc i don't believe what they believe.

i don't know why i'm thinking of this today. maybe bc my country is hurtling into evangelical christian fascism and that scares me. but i think growing up like that gave me some low-key religious trauma

and now I'll have to go back to work soon. where i'll have coworkers who ask me about where i go to church, who try to invite me to there's. to students who sometimes ask me questions about religion, and I have to say i'm "not religious" bc if i say i'm an atheist there's a good chance parents will complain about me teaching their child

i've literally heard a coworker being gossiped about and mistrusted bc he's openly atheist. people blatantly admitting they don't want to work with him. so i stay in my lane and stick to myself and try not to engage with these people beyond a professional level

i have to sit in anger, when we're forced to do something like pray in school, something that isn't supposed to be legal. hell, our superintendent makes us all pray with him when we have our yearly meetings

add to that i'm pretty far left when it comes to politics, i'm queer, and neurodivergant i don't feel like there's a place for me here. i live in a very conservative area. i'm talking majority trump fans conservative. but i'm trapped, too poor to escape. and it eats at me sometimes, being around all these people who if they knew me, would condemn me. even if i believe in letting people believe or disbelieve whatever they want and minding my own damn business about it

sometimes, i really wish i didn't live in the bible belt

[hongcherry]

Lunch Visit || csc (m)

"Seungcheol's a busy man, so you decide to bring him lunch. However, you end up staying longer than you planned."

👔 Pairing: ceo!Seungcheol x Reader (afab)

👔 Ratings/Genre/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff, office au, established relationship

👔 Warnings: Lots of kithes, fingering, oral (f. rec.), dom!cheol, light breast play, unprotected safe (be safe!), rough sex, also soft sex for 0.5 seconds, dirty talk, creampie, cum play, a sexy pic is sent, desk sex

👔 Word Count: 5.3k

👔 Beta: @playmetheclassics Indigo, you beautiful hooman. Thank you so much for thoroughly looking over this for me! Your comments made me laugh. Please accept my hug *opens arms* 🥰

👔 Author's Note: My first ever svt fic is here!!! I have a handful of svt wips, but I FINALLY got one finished (thank goodness) 😭 I'm really excited to show you all what I've been working on, but for now, here is ceo!cheol hehe. I hope you enjoy.

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The way to Seungcheol’s office was a winding path.

You would think the CEO’s office would be more accessible, but you supposed he was too busy to deal with minuscule issues his subordinates may have. Thus, he needed to be in a secluded area away from everyone. If everyone were to go to him with their problems, he would be working 24/7, if possible. However, it felt like he was working that long now anyway. This was why you found yourself outside the meeting room he was supposedly in—thanks to the receptionist.

Having been told his meeting ended three minutes ago, you pushed open the door without knocking. You figured he was lingering inside because he was gathering his materials before he left. You didn’t expect to be greeted by Seungcheol’s booming voice, sharp and annoyed.

“…have to push back our deadline because they want to change the conditions? Again?! Tell them no. They should’ve gotten their shit toget—Yn?”

Seungcheol stopped in his rant when he finally turned to see you at the door. His eyes immediately took in your not-so-professional attire. You had planned to hang out with a friend soon, but you wanted to drop off food for Seungcheol first.

“Hi, Cheol,” you greeted with a smile, eyes glancing at the room full of employees. You shifted uncomfortably under the stares. Most of them were looking at you with wide eyes. It made sense. You didn’t recognize them and weren’t dressed appropriately to be in the building.

You averted your gaze to Seungcheol and said, “I thought you were done with your meeting.”

Although his eyes softened at seeing you, they were still fierce—body hot from dealing with stupid people all morning.

“I’ll be done soon. Go wait for me in my office,” he instructed and started to walk to you. He dug a hand in his slacks, pulling out his keys and placing them in your palm. He glanced at the bag you were holding but didn’t say anything.

“I have to go soon; I just wanted—” 

“Ten minutes, alright?” he said.

“I don’t know if I can wait until then,” you replied.

Seungcheol took a deep breath. He didn’t want to snap at you, but his patience was already too low as it was.

“Five then. Go to my office, alright?” He sighed, gesturing out the door.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You could tell he was trying hard not to be too demanding.

“Fine,” you grumbled and turned around.

Walking to his office, you passed by Wonwoo’s room. You didn’t know him outside of work, but he was always friendly whenever you visited Seungcheol.

This time you knocked, waiting for a response before pushing his ajar door open more.

“Hi, Wonwoo,” you smiled.

He sat behind his desk, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as his eyes glided across the screens in front of him. He peered up when he heard your voice. He looked surprised to see you.

“Hey Yn, it’s nice to see you,” he replied, pushing away from his desk to give you his full attention. “I think Seungcheol is still in a meeting.”

You pointed in the direction of the meeting room, a small laugh escaping as you replied, “Yeah, I just came from there.”

“Oh,” he said sheepishly.

“I just came to stop by as I wait for him to finish,” you explained.

“You’re welcome to sit,” he said and gestured to the guest chair.

You obliged, setting down the bag and your purse. Like all your conversations, the context was light. Between asking about work updates and his recent lover, you passed the time quickly.

“I thought I told you to wait in my office.”

You snapped your gaze up; the words on your lips died upon hearing Seungcheol’s rigid tone. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with you being here.

Your mouth dipped down. “It’s boring in there alone.”

“Hm,” he paused to look at Wonwoo, “I expect those files to be sent to me within an hour.”

“Hey, don’t be harsh on him, babe. I’m the one that disturbed him,” you said as you stood up with your belongings.

“Which is why I told you to go to—”

“Your office. Yeah, I got it,” you grumbled. You glanced at Wonwoo, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’m glad you’re happier, Wonwoo. Thanks for the chat.”

Wonwoo grinned as he rolled himself closer to his desk. “Thanks, Yn.”

“The files,” Seungcheol reminded Wonwoo. Wonwoo nodded, waving you goodbye when Seungcheol guided you out of the room.

You followed next to him as he walked to his office. The silence was unsettling. Glancing at him briefly, you noticed his jaw was clenched and lips angled downward more than usual.

“Ba—” you started to say.

“Wait until we get inside,” he simply ordered.

You’re not sure what you did wrong besides interrupting his meeting. You understood he was probably stressed, but you didn’t see the mistake as a big deal. If he had taken the lunch prior, he could’ve gotten back to work instead of talking to you.

Once Seungcheol shut and locked his office door, he moved you to his chair while leaning against his desk. You placed your belongings on the floor as he loosened his tie. He then placed his hands behind him on the wooden surface.

“Why are you mad at me?” you pouted, sinking into his comfortable seat.

Seungcheol sighed. “I’m not.”

“You’re acting like you are,” you huffed and furrowed your brows in puzzlement.

“You just came on a bad day,” he explained, hand coming up to rub his temples. “Why did you come anyway? Dressed like that too.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled,” you said sarcastically. “Also, what’s wrong with my outfit?”

“It’s not appropriate here,” he answered, hand falling from his face.

“I didn’t think I had to be dressed in slacks to come to see you,” you argued. He’s never had an issue with your “inappropriate” attire before, so you wondered what changed. 

“People were staring,” he muttered, lips returning to a frown.

You chuckled silently in realization. “My little jealous baby,” you cooed.

“I’m not,” he fussed.

“Oh, that’s good then. I’m going to meet Jun once I leave by the way,” you said.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Because he’s my friend,” you giggled, seeing his change in demeanor. “I’m actually probably late, so I should get going.”

Seungcheol reached down to pull you up and into a hug before you could leave. You smiled, knowing he was definitely hiding his jealousy. Your arms slid under his suit jacket, and you began to rub his back.

“Don’t go,” Seungcheol mumbled into your neck. “I’m sorry I was rude to you.”

“I’m not going to spite you, Cheol. I had already planned to see him. I just wanted to drop by to give you lunch before I went,” you explained. “I know you’ve been busy.”

You enjoyed teasing him, but you didn’t want him to think you were doing something to upset him purposely.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You stayed silent for a moment as you felt his body gradually relax in your hold. When you felt he had calmed down, you slowly pulled away enough to see his face. You offered a small smile, tucking the hair that was in his face behind his ear. You let your hand rest on his cheek after.

“Do you forgive me?” he questioned.

“You can make up for being mean to me,” you suggested softly.

“How?” he asked, hands gripping your waist firmly so you couldn’t move too far.

You pretended to think, eyes raising to the ceiling momentarily as you thought. 

“Five kisses,” you finally said.

“Only five?” Seungcheol asked playfully. You smiled at hearing his light tone. You were glad he was happier, even if it was just for now.

“Depends how good they are,” you said and leaned forward. His lips were a few inches from yours.

“They’re always good,” he scoffed lightly.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

You pressed your lips against his gently. However, Seungcheol was too anxious to go slow. He pressed you flush against him as he slipped his tongue between your lips.

He switched your positions, so you were against his desk. Your hands went down his back before landing on his ass. You gave him a mischievous squeeze that had him biting your lip in return. You giggled as you pulled away.

“We’re going to be here a long time if you kiss me like that, Cheollie,” you said. “You have four more to go.”

Seungcheol lifted you onto his desk, hands resting on the surface so he could lean closer. “That was my last meeting of the day. I’m all yours, baby.”

He kissed you again, but you pulled away before he could deepen it.

“I don’t believe you,” you replied. Hearing how annoyed he sounded earlier, you felt he had things to tend to today.

Seungcheol smirked, a small sigh leaving his mouth. “Always so smart.”

He gave you a quick peck before moving away to type something on his computer that resided on the adjacent part of his desk. While he did this, you pulled your phone out to text Jun that you’d be running late.

“There,” he announced and put his computer to sleep. “Now, I’m free.”

You set your phone down, arms coming up to hook around his neck when he returned. “Two more.”

“Two?” he asked, confused, while putting his hands on your hips.

“You just gave me another one, so yes, two.”

“That wasn’t even a kiss,” Seungcheol said, words dragging out.

“I still counted it. Two more kisses, then I’ll let you get back to work.“

“We’ll see about that,” he muttered before crashing his mouth on yours.

Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Seungcheol’s hands rubbed your sides. His thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts each time, making you yearn for his touch more.

You tore away from him, breathing a little heavier. He stared at you with hooded eyes.

“You’re slowly being forgiven,” you teased.

He raised a brow at you. “So, you admit my kisses are good?”

You laughed at his tone, finding him cute despite his slight smugness.

“I think I need one more to know,” you replied.

Seungcheol gave you another kiss, tongue pushing past your lips quickly as he made out with you fervently.

“Okay,” you giggled when he pulled away. “They’re good.”

“You were just being complicated,” he huffed. Your gaze glanced down at his swollen lips and then to his eyes. He was watching you closely, chest rising and falling quicker than usual. You really were lucky to have him.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “That was five, lover boy. Now, get back to work.”

You placed a hand on his chest to move him away, but he stayed still. You tilted your head at him.

“Move, Cheol,” you said in case he didn’t understand that you meant now.

Seungcheol shook his head, a hand sliding down your body until it was nestled between your legs.

“I’m not done with you, baby,” he growled lowly.

Your mouth fell open in a gasp when he started to circle your clit. Seungcheol leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses on your neck. Your hands moved to clutch his sides, pulling him closer as you spread your legs to accommodate him.

“I thought you s-said we couldn’t do this here anymore,” you stammered, a small smirk on your mouth when he tugged down your shorts.

He pulled away from your neck to mutter in your ear, “No, I said you couldn’t be so fucking loud.”

As soon as your shorts and underwear were on the floor, he kneeled. His hands gripped your thighs and shifted you closer to the edge of his desk. One of your hands immediately went to his hair, clutching it and pushing his face toward you. His tongue glided along your slit before his mouth connected with your clit.

Seungcheol gave you a pointed look and slowed his ministrations when you moaned a little too loud. You bit your lip in response since you didn’t want him to stop.

Once you quieted down, Seungcheol continued. His tongue lapped at your arousal, eyes closing briefly as he savored your taste.

You watched him in awe. You loved seeing how enthused he was whenever he was between your legs.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said I brought you lunch,” you quipped.

Seungcheol flattened his tongue, slowly gathering your slick before he stood up. He made a show of swallowing, and you shook your head playfully at his act.

“Maybe not, but I’m enjoying my meal very much,” he murmured. He slid his fingers between your folds, coating them in your wetness before pushing one inside. “You taste so good, baby.”

As a small moan slipped from your mouth, you shifted your hands down to his slacks. You unbuckled his belt quickly.

“Yeah?” you asked, feeling an odd sense of pride at the compliment.

He nodded as he chuckled and put another finger inside. He pumped them slowly. You whined at the slight stretch, needing to feel his cock instead. You pushed down his zipper and moved his pants and underwear out of the way. Your walls squeezed around his fingers at the sight of him. You reached out to spread his pre-cum before slowly rubbing his shaft.

“M-maybe you can bring me lunch again next week,” he mumbled, trying to keep his focus on your words rather than your hand.

“I can do that,” you smiled.

He grinned back and pressed his lips on yours again. His fingers started to move quicker, causing you to moan into the kiss. Seungcheol smirked, added another finger, and continued his fast movements. You were so focused on his hand that you had to pull away from the kiss to cry out, your hand pausing on him.

Seungcheol was quick to press his other hand on your mouth, muffling your moans as he gradually decreased his speed. He pulled his fingers from you but kept his hand against your face. His other hand gently took your hand off his cock.

“You’re gonna stay quiet for me, or else I’ll send you on your way out without cumming,” he threatened lowly.

You answered back, but it wasn’t very clear. He moved his hand and nodded for you to repeat.

“But you like it when I’m loud,” you whined.

“Today, I just want to have you all to myself. I want to be the only one who hears you,” he explained, hands trailing down to the top of your off-the-shoulder blouse. He tugged it down until just your bra was exposed. It had your arm movements restricted; raising them too much would push the material back up.

You started to pull your arms out, so you could move better, but Seungcheol stopped you.

“I like you like this,” he said. His hands tugged down the top of your bra, a small smirk forming on his lips when your breasts were freed from their confinements. “So beautiful.”

Seungcheol shifted a few objects on his desk before carefully laying you down on his desk. He didn’t bother undressing as he situated himself between your legs, length in hand. You attempted to prop your feet on the desk but had little trouble finding your footing.

“Here,” he said and guided your legs around him instead.

Your face heated at his readjustments. “T-thanks.”

Seungcheol smiled at you, kind and loving as if you had just said something precious to him. He aligned his tip at your entrance and leaned over you. It had his tip pushing into your entrance. You whined at the feeling, moving your hips in hopes of feeling more. However, he stayed put.

Seungcheol slid a hand behind your neck and gently lifted you slightly. He moved his face so it was mere inches from yours. Your elbows rested on the surface to be more balanced.

“I love you,” he murmured.

A grin broke out on your face. “I love you.”

He gave you a sweet kiss as he gradually sank into your heat. The feel of his cock filling you up had you tightening your legs around his waist. Seungcheol let you push him closer, deeper; his groan got lost in your mouth.

Slowly, he started to rock into you. The kiss grew sloppy with each snap of his hips. Eventually, he broke it off, mouth ajar as he basked in how you fit so well around him.

“C-Cheol,” you whimpered, hands finding a hold on his wrists that were within reach.

He stared down at you while he started to speed up. There was a thin coat of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He adjusted himself, so he could move deeper. The position had him hitting a particular spot that made you moan loudly.

For the second time, Seungcheol covered your mouth to silence your sounds.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he asked. However, his hips suddenly slammed into yours. It had you crying out again. The smirk on his face told you it was purposeful; he wanted to hear you be noisy despite his words. His other hand moved to grip one of your breasts. Your hands moved to hold onto your shirt, needing to hold onto something.

“No one listens to me,” he huffed, suddenly recalling the events from earlier. He had been trying to close a deal for five months, but each time he tried to finalize everything, the other person would change the conditions. He was tired of going back and forth. Not to mention, some of his veteran employees have been making rookie mistakes lately. He was just fed up.

You moaned into Seungcheol’s hand when he squeezed your breast harshly. He bowed his head, hips snapping at a brutal pace. His mind was consumed with all the annoyance bottled up in him the past few weeks. He needed to let go of his frustrations. He was tired of everything going wrong around him.

Except for you. You always treated him right.

Seungcheol slowed down once he realized how rough he had been. He moved his hand from your face, eyes searching yours.

“S-sorry,” he breathed heavily. “Are you okay?”

Although you felt sore from where his skin was hitting yours, you were fine.

“Yes,” you replied. However, you grew worried for him. Seungcheol has been rough with you before, but this time felt different.

“Are you okay?” you questioned.

Seungcheol sighed, resting his head against your chest as he held you close. You moved your hands to caress his head; you didn’t care that your shirt had risen because of it.

“Is it about work?” you asked.

“I just need this deal to go through. It’s been going on for months,” he complained.

You petted his head soothingly. “Maybe you should find another place if they’re difficult.”

“I can’t. This place will benefit us greatly.”

“Hold in there then, babe. Hopefully, they’ll come around. If not, I know you’ll still be successful without them,” you tried to reassure. You didn’t completely understand all his business practices, but you knew you hated seeing him so upset.

Seungcheol lifted his head to look at you. “Because I have you.”

You giggled softly and cupped his cheeks. You gave them a subtle squish that had Seungcheol whine.

“No, because you’re really smart and hard-working.”

“But you motivate me to do better,” he replied.

Smiling, “You do too, Cheollie.”

“I like when you call me that,” he confessed quietly and leaned down.

“I know,” you murmured, raising your head to meet him for a kiss. You felt his lips spread into a grin.

He steadily began to roll his hips again. This time his pace was gentler. He pulled away and moved onto his hands again, eyes briefly glancing down where he slid into you and then to your face again. Seungcheol’s brows were drawn together in concentration.

Your hands moved to his forearms and said, “You can go faster. I’m okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied with a shake of his head.

“You won’t. I’ll tell you if you are, alright?” you reassured.

He stared at you for a moment, hips faltering. “You promise?”

“Yes,” you said.

Seungcheol nodded. You were anticipating him to pick up where he left off, but instead, he slipped out of you. Your legs unhooked from around him, and you sat up. You looked at him confused. You could already feel how sore you’d be after this was all done.

He peeled off his jacket and tossed it to the floor, spreading it out before turning to you. His arms wrapped around you and lifted you off his desk.

“Oh,” you said, surprised, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Seungcheol carefully laid you back on his jacket on the floor.

“Better?” he asked as he settled between your legs.

You had to admit your legs were aching at having been in the same position for a while. Although the carpet wasn’t as plush as you’d like, it felt better than the hard surface of his desk. You figured he could’ve put you in his chair, but it was nice to have more room.

“Yes, thank you,” you said.

“I think I should get a couch in here soon,” he replied after a glance around his office. 

There was a table and chairs in the corner for private meetings. He had bookcases and file cabinets along the wall that took up most of his space. However, there was an empty corner he could furnish.

You laughed lightly. “I think that’d be a good investment.”

“It’d make you want to visit more,” he commented.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you scoffed half-heartedly.

Seungcheol smirked. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re very distracting.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep it in your pants,” you joked.

“Oh?” he asked, suppressing a laugh.

You gave him a challenging look. It had Seungcheol laughing at your cute expression.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. “You’re just too beautiful and mine not to fuck dumb.”

“I-I don’t become dumb,” you argued weakly.

“Should we find that out now?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock along your dripping folds.

Your hips jerked slightly when he grazed your clit.

“Buy me a new pair of shoes if you lose,” you forced out. You tried not to focus on how he was pushing into you slightly before pulling away.

“Oh, we’re betting on this? Alright. You have to buy me a new watch,” he bargained.

You rolled your eyes. “You have like five different ones already.”

“And it’ll be six soon,” he smiled smugly.

“You don’t know that.”

“Baby, yes, I do,” he chuckled confidently.

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but what came out instead was a gasp.

Seungcheol had pushed into your core abruptly. He wasn’t as abrasive as before, but he was quicker than a few minutes ago. He stared down, his eyes watching as his cock disappeared into your body. He loved seeing how stuffed he made you.

Suddenly his finger was on your clit, rubbing harsh circles that had you moaning his name and gripping the carpet.

“Always so good for me,” he praised. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You nodded, walls clenching at his words. He sucked in a breath at the feeling but didn’t let that distract him. He wanted to see you babbling; he wanted to see your eyes roll back. He moved his hand and grabbed the back of your thighs. He moved them to your chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable position due to the not-so-soft ground, but your only thought was chasing your high.

“Fuck, C-Cheol,” you rasped at the deeper feeling. Your head leaned back as he thrust swiftly.

Seungcheol quickly shoved down your top again, fixing it so he could see how your beasts bounced with each snap of his hips. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening the longer he fucked into you.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” he grunted.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. “Feels so—Hmph!—good. Love your c-cock.”

Seungcheol couldn’t stop the smirk on his face. He was pleased to see how easy it was to get you to fall apart.

“Wanna come for me, angel?” he panted, feeling his own climax approaching.

“Please!” you begged.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Seungcheol moved his hips a little harder, a litter faster, until your legs were trembling, and his hips were stuttering. He cursed out your name when he came. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he spilled himself in your cunt.

The sounds of panting filled the room while you both eased down from your orgasms.

“I think I won,” Seungcheol gloated between breaths.

“Whatever,” you huffed in jest, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it.

He smiled, leaning down to peck your lips before carefully pulling out and standing up. You stayed on the floor, tired. You could feel his cum begin to leak out of you and onto his jacket.

Seungcheol came back within seconds and guided your legs into your panties and shorts again. He slid them up your legs; however, before he fully dressed you, he gathered his cum on his fingers and shoved it back in. You mewled at the sensation but didn’t push him away.

Once he was done, he slid your clothes on.

“Keep my cum in you when you visit that friend of yours, baby,” he instructed.

Your eyes widened at realizing the intentions of his previous actions.

“O-okay,” you agreed, face heating at the thought of leaving with his seed pooling in your panties. He smiled, happy to hear that, then helped you to your feet. Seungcheol spotted a faint stain on his jacket, but he didn’t care. He plucked the clothing item from the floor and put it in his chair.

“I would make you stay longer, but you got a watch to buy me,” he said, a cocky grin on his face.

You glared at him as you fixed your top. Seungcheol just raised an eyebrow challengingly while he tucked himself back in his pants. He fixed his tie and smoothed down his shirt.

“Do you have a particular one in mind?” you asked, reaching toward him to fix his messy hair.

“Surprise me,” he shrugged. His smirk had turned into a kind smile at your gesture, his dimples showing.

When you pulled away, you poked them mirthfully. It wasn’t your first time doing so, so Seungcheol just smiled more.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” he said and grabbed your purse. You thanked him, taking it and following him out of his office. Some people stared at you both as you passed but quickly averted their eyes when you caught their gaze.

“I think you might get some questions,” you told Seungcheol in the elevator.

Seungcheol glanced at you, hand in yours. “Next time, I’ll have to gag you.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Cheollie,” you purred and angled your body, so it was against his more. He chuckled and gave your forehead a kiss.

“I’ll get that couch ordered today,” he informed.

“Today? You’re eager for more lunch visits?” you asked.

“Perhaps,” he grinned. “But I want you to have a more comfortable place to rest when you come over anyway. You don’t look comfy when you’re napping at the table.”

You shrugged. He was right, but you weren’t going to complain when all you wanted to do was spend time with him—even when you were catching some z’s.

“I don’t mind,” you replied.

“I do, though,” he said, a little sternly to let you know he wasn’t going to change his mind.

When the elevator dinged your arrival, you moved away from him. He kept his hands in yours, not bothering to show a little PDA in his own building.

“Will you call me when you get home?” he asked once he stood near the door.

“Of course. Don’t stay here too long, okay? You’ve been here too much lately,” you frowned, staring at him with pleading eyes.

He sighed and gave you a sympathetic look. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be there early tonight, baby.”

“You better,” you grumbled. “Or else the watch will be mine.”

Seungcheol chuckled and nodded. “Noted. Drive safely.”

“I will. Can I give you a quick kiss?” you asked. You knew he wanted to keep the PDA at a minimum, and you wanted to respect his wishes.

Seungcheol glanced around quickly, seeing only a few people wandering the lobby.

“Okay,” he said.

You smiled and pressed your mouth against his. You let it linger for a few seconds before pulling away.

“See you at home, Cheollie,” you said.

“See you then,” he replied. You turned, but before you could take a step, you felt his hand lightly hit your ass.

You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Remember what I said?” he asked.

You ducked your head down at his question. You could already feel his cum starting to slowly seep out of your pussy. “Yes.”

“Good,” he smirked and started to walk backward. “Bye, beautiful.”

You huffed at his audacity, waving at him with a playful glare before exiting the building.

Needless to say, you were extremely late meeting Jun. You simply said you got caught up in traffic going to and from Seungcheol’s office. Jun was hesitant about if he believed you, but he let it go. At some point, you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom when you felt Seungcheol’s cum leak from your panties. Your walls clenched around nothing, unintentionally pushing more of his seed out as your saw how ruined your underwear was. You weren’t going to send Seungcheol a picture at first, but you wanted to show him the mess he made.

Cheollie 🥵 [3:31] my messy baby

Cheollie 🥵 [3:31] i’ll make a mess out of u again tonight if u let me

You [3:32] you def better be home early tonight then.

Cheollie 🥵 [3:34] 😉

You hastily cleaned yourself up, heart beating quickly with anticipation for tonight.

You hung out with Jun for another half an hour before you left. On your way home, you stopped by a candy store. Seungcheol wanted a watch, but he never specified what kind of watch. You had planned to buy him an actual one, but then recalled the edible watches you had seen as a kid. You’d buy him a real watch later. You just wanted to play with him first.

Seungcheol came home early as promised. It was peaceful for two minutes before he was pushing you against the wall, telling you how you had gotten him hard again. Thankfully, he was in an online meeting, so no one could see his growing bulge. However, the rest of the day was filled with mental images of you both in compromising positions.

You weren’t able to give him his watch until the next day, but when you presented it to him, he doubled over laughing. It was a sound you adored hearing, and you were so grateful you were the cause of it. You thought he’d eat it, however, he wore it to work that day. Something about how he wanted to have something to remember you by. It was just a plus he could have a few nibbles as a snack throughout the day. He got funny looks and a few questions about it, but he didn’t mind. He loved having anything you bought him. Even if it was just a silly candy watch.

A/N: BSS COMEBACK LET'S GO 😈

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Glorious Masquerade Oneshot :

As the sound of the instruments playing resonated through the school walls, Yuu had decided to have some peace and quiet away from where lingering eyes could catch sight of them. The halls were silent and all that could be heard were the footsteps of our student heading to where they could enjoy some fresh air by the window.

A gentle breeze from the evening came along to meet with the prefect who stood there, with their own thoughts, enjoying this simple yet relaxing moment.

Cheering, chatter and laughter could be heard from inside the ballroom. And Yuu was more than happy to know that their friends were having quite good fun. Yet..

While the magic less student seemed entranced in their own little world, they were quick to notice the presence of a certain someone approaching them.

"My, my, well isn't it the student council president rollo flamm himself coming to see me ? Or could my assumptions be mistaken ?"

Although surprised by how rapidly Yuu noticed his presence and attention, The man couldn't possibly let his professional facade falter in front of the prefect so he brushed it off and replaced his wide eyed expression with a coy smile.

"Not exactly hard of hearing now are you ?" He chuckled as he walked over to them. He then continued, "Enjoying the party so far ?" his eyes were now placed on Yuu who simply smiled and answered.

"Everything is wonderful, I only left to clear up my mind for a little while."

"Well it's good to know that my guests are having a good time." Yuu nodded in response, "I suppose it is important."

Rollo only nodded in acknowledgment and looked out into the starry night, the both of them staying silent for a few minutes until he finally spoke. "However..even though this isn't exactly why I came here, I've been wanting to ask you about something.."

"mhm ? What is it ?"

"You've told me about how you ended up in Night Raven college despite being magic less however where do you precisely come from ? You aren't from around here, aren't you ?" Rollo's questioned pondered in the prefect's mind as they repeatedly tried to find a good response. But nothing came.

"I..don't know how far away is my home, all I know is that many have assumed that I come from another world or maybe another universe. Even a different reality is possible !"

"..." He stayed silent as his gaze shifted back onto them.

"But what I do know is that, I'm stuck here without a clear answer of whether I'll return home or...stay." Their voice became hesitant upon stating the word 'staying', was this place really where they belonged ? Did fate decide to send them here for a reason ? Was it all an accident or a coincidence ?

Although Yuu seemed unfazed in the student council president's eyes he could guess that millions of thoughts were swirling in their mind. Making him try to snap them out of it, "Well...If you don't mind me saying.."

"Uh ?"

"The world is full of surprises, we don't always know everything and sometimes all seems lost. However I say it's better to enjoy what we have in the present moment.. and perhaps.."

"?"

"Allow me to ask you to dance with me ?" Upon asking, he moderately bowed and extended his left hand for them to take. His sudden action surprised Yuu but they were quick to regain their confidence.

Smiling as they were quite flattered by the proposal, Yuu answered : "How charming ! ..I accept your invitation, Mon cher." With that, they placed their hand in his and let their dance partner sway them away.

The moonlight shined onto the school halls, through the glistening glass windows. As the pair shared a tender moment, dancing the night away to the sound of the music which remained soft and gentle. The beautiful scene finishing with them in the arms of their cavalier, light shining as if they were the center of a stage, standing in the spotlight. Face-to-face, eyes gazing on one another's lips.

God.

why is this so goddamn CHEESY.

anyways, hope you enjoyed.

[defschoice]

The Blue eyed Lieutenant

Words: 3.5k

Characters: Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, Stella Kidd & Fem reader

Warning: 18+, NSFW, slight fluff in the beginning

Summary: Skylar Casey or now known as Skylar Collins is one of the new additions to the firehouse being placed on Truck under Matt and Stella, but what happens when she gets introduced to a specific blue eyed Lieutenant who makes her knees feel weak whenever she looks at him?

We walked into the apparatus floor seeing a few guys sitting at a table as Stella greeted them when I read Squad 3 one of them.

"So how's life?" Stella asked me as her and I walked into the firehouse. I've been spending the last few nights at her place. We walked into the locker room to change into our uniforms when Lieutenant Severide came walking around the corners to his locker wearing nothing else but a towel. I tried my best to not stare at his muscles and mind my own business but god damn it was hard. I looked over at Stella as she smiled at me in a mischievous way and signaled for her not to do or say anything but of course she had to. I swear if eyes could kill.

"Hey Severide! Have you met our new firefighter on Truck?" She asked pushing me further towards him as he scratched the back of his neck. Jesus Christ his bicep I thought to myself as I started cold sweating a bit. Why am I like this? I have never been like this with anyone before.

"I don't think so been quite busy. Hi I'm Lieutenant Kelly Severide in charge of rescue squad 3" Kelly reaching his hand out for me to shake as I took and quickly shook his hand introducing myself.

"Hi I'm Skylar Collins, new on Truck 81 but I guess you already know that. It's nice to meet you Lieutenant I'm gonna head out now see you around" I said quickly walking out of the lockers room as I look behind me to see Severide laughing a bit as Stella walked out short time after so he change into his uniform as well. I bet he looks really in a uniform, I definitely wouldn't mind being under his leadership.

I need to get my act together and figure out a way to be professional in front him and around him otherwise it can quickly end out really wrong plus I'm sure he's already got someone and I'm probably too young for him anyway. I thought as Herman walked into the common room with a big smile on his face.

"Hey remember to come to Molly's tonight!" He said really excited about whatever he's about to announce.

"What's happening at Molly's tonight?" My brother asked looking curiously at Herman as he clapped his hands together.

"It's karaoke night!" He said as some of them laugh a bit and others said they were coming but no one really seemed to be too eager to actually wanting to perform. He walked over and sat down at the table next to Cruz as Severide walked in. Oh dear lord here we go I said to myself as I tried to stay quiet when Stella came and sat next to me.

"Not cool what you did out there" I said looking at her trying to get a sense of where in the room Severide was so I wouldn't end up staring at him again. She just looked at me a laugh a little bit putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry girl, I didn't know he had such a huge effect on you. Why don't you just ask him out?" Stella asked as I hit her arm lightly.

"Are you actually insane? I'm way too young for him and he probably doesn't even like me the same way" I said looking over at him laughing at something with my brother.

Severide's POV

I look over at the table seeing the new firefighter sitting at the table with Kidd just watching them talk as Cruz and Gallo snapped me back to reality.

"Yo that new firefighter Skylar? She's kinda cute" I said as Cruz and Gallo laughed at my comment which I don't get why.

"Nothing just the big Kelly Severide striking again. You must already been through most of Chicago by now" Cruz said laughing as I hit him on the site of his arm. Wording it like that makes me sounds a player which is not true I think. They're just exaggerating it.

"I mean I get you Lieutenant, she's is pretty attractive, but I would be careful" Gallo said as I just smiled at him as the bell went off.

End of POV

"Squad 3, Ambo 61, Truck 81, Battalion 25 structure fire 385 Lake Shore" Dispatch said as we all ran out and suited up and went off towards the scene to see big flames and a man running out of the building as Severide, Casey and Stella gave out orders.

"Cruz, Gallo with me" Severide yelled out as they followed him inside and masked up when Stella looked at me and nodded her head.

"Collins, Hermann with me" Stella yelled as me and Hermann masked up and followed her into the burning building seeing squad looking for potential victims when Stella told Hermann to go look somewhere with her and send me upstairs to look. As I came up the staircase collapsed and I saw Severide at the end of the stairwell. Oh god am I trapped up here with him? This is not gonna end well I thought as I tried to push those thoughts away and tried to be professional. I moved down the hallway calling out for any victims.

"FIRE DEPARTMENT! CALL OUT!" I yelled out multiple times until I start hearing a beeping sound which I soon come to realize is the sound of someone missing oxygen. I go further in to see Lieutenant Severide on the ground mask off. I panick for a moment as I rush over to him.

"SEVERIDE!" I just yell out in fear as I hear his radio go off, it's Boden.

"Severide report!" He says as I take a deep breath of the oxygen in my mask and pulls it off my face placing it on Severide as I start to do chest compressions on. I hear his radio go off again as I speak into my own.

"MAYDAY! MAN DOWN! SEVERIDE IS WITHOUT OXYGEN AND HE'S NOT RESPONDING!" I yelled into the radio as I started tearing up when his eyes flashed open. He looked around confused for a moment and saw me looking at him. I helped him stand up as he gave me my mask back on and took him around my neck and carried him out of the building.

"I got you Lieutenant" I said as I came outside to fresh breeze and almost collapsed when Cruz and Casey came over with Cruz helping Severide over to get checked out by the paramedics as Casey looked at me worry spread all over his face as he carried me over to Sylvie and Violet when I was given an oxygen mask and told to breath slowly.

"You scared me! Don't ever do that again" He said hugging me as I hugged him back when Severide came over and sat next to me as I took the mask off being able to breathe better now.

"Hey, thanks for saving me back there. I didn't know you were so strong sparkles" He said laughing a bit as he put one of his arms around me pulling me into a side hug gently kissing the top of my head. Omg did he really just do that or am I hallucinating? I think my heart just skipped a beat. I couldn't figure out how to think or talk properly it's like everything suddenly malfunctioned inside me.

"You're welcome Lieutenant and there's a lot you don't know about me" I said winking at him as I stood up walking over to Stella as we packed up and drove off towards the firehouse when Boden came up to us.

"I want you guys to swing by Med to get checked out before shift is ending and that's an order" He said smiling at both me and Severide as we drove back to the firehouse with me getting dropped off at Med along with Severide as we walked in to be greeted by Maggie.

"Chief called you guys can take a spot in treatment 3 and someone will be with you very soon it shouldn't take long" she said smiling at us as we both looked elsewhere than at each other. It was slightly awkward not gonna lie. Short time after Dr. Halstead walked in and greeted us as he first check Kelly's breathing giving him a go and then checking my breathing giving me a go as we were allowed to leave again since it wasn't that bad.

We went outside to see his car holding as he told my brother had been by dropping it off for us. We went inside as I looked at him starting his mustang as he turned to look at me moving a bit closer as he put his hand on the side of my cheek. I started freaking out on the inside as to on the outside I looked completely fine.

"I seriously don't know how to pay you back for saving my life, so how about this?" He said giving me no time to answer as he gently smashed his lips into mine and at first I was a bit shocked but then I gave in kissing him back putting my hand on the back off head and the other hand holding his bicep which btw was huge compared to my small hand as we continue to heavily make out for another 10 minutes before pulling apart as he started driving.

The rest of the ride back to the firehouse none of us said a word to each other as he focused on the road and I looked out the window as we arrived at the firehouse.

"See you tonight at Molly's" I said thanking him as I walked out and into the firehouse in a steady tempo making sure he was out of sight before I freaked out over what just happened. I just made out with Lieutenant Kelly Severide...... oh my god. I tried to keep my cool walking into the lockers room changing and grabbing my stuff as shift was over when Severide came in as I walked out. We smiled at each other and of course Stella noticed it and quickly gave me a look saying we need to talk.

"Spill the tea. What happened between you and Severide? Cuz I saw the way you were looking at each other" She asked crossing her arms as we were getting ready to head over to Molly's. I stopped what I was doing and turned around facing her as I looked down at the floor quickly before making eye contact with her.

"When we left Med after getting cleared by Will we made out in his car for about 10 minutes before driving back to the firehouse acting like nothing happened" I said looking at Stella smiling as her eyes widened big and she started getting really excited for me as she hugged me when we squealed together like two teenagers.

"Omg Sky! How was it? Or should I say how was he?" She asked all excited as I tried to calm myself down.

"It was amazing. He was amazing so sweet and gentle" I said blushing hard thinking back at it as he hugged me again.

"Let's get going to Molly's don't wanna be late for the karaoke. I have a surprise to make" I said smiling as Stella got really curious trying to press it out of me but I kept telling her that she had to wait and see it.

We walked into Molly's walking up to the bar seeing everyone from squad and truck there and of course it didn't take me long time to spot Severide and for him to spot me. He looked so good dressed in his black jeans and black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow. Goddamn he looks hot.

He waved over me and Stella and ordered us some drinks as he pulled me into his side as he started kissing my neck and behind my ear. To say I was enjoying it was an understatement. I want him to continue but I can't have Matt noticing. I put my hand against his chest quickly kissing him on his lips as I pulled back.

"As much as I love this. We can't do it here" I said drinking the rest of my glass putting my hand under the table on his lap as I moved my hand higher and higher up stopping when I reached his waist.

After multiple more rounds of shots and cocktails it was karaoke time and oh boy was I excited for this thought that I could see Stella and Matt being a bit concerned for me as I've consumed fairly a lot of alcohol in the past few hours.

I stumbled upon the scene not being able to walk in a straight line at this point I grabbed the mic almost falling forward before regaining my balance making myself somewhat steady.

"How are doing tonight?" I screamed into the mic raising my glass as everyone cheered with me while I drank the rest placing the glass down.

"Okay so first I just wanna thank everyone for being so kind to me and taking such good care of me the last couple of days and thanks for the warm 51 welcome. Now let's get to business" I said as they laughed and Severide winked at me.

"So I wrote a song a few days ago after meeting this really awesome person, so yeah let's get this party started" I said as everyone cheered again and the background music for my song started playing. Last time I sang in front of a crowd was at a talent show in 8th grade and I've definitely improved my skills since. The whole time singing I was making eye contact with Severide.

We're just friends right?

Like we've been right?

So can tell me bout' the girl that you kissed last night

Keep going on about

Staying at her house

It's not like I feel like I could throw up right now

You're my ride or die

So I'm not jealous right?

Cause the way I feel about you is just black and white

And I ain't been staying up

Overthinking us

Tripping all over these feelings, nah, that'd be dumb

I sang about to go into the pre chorus as everyone was listening carefully and some were a bit shocked by the lyrics and with some I mean Stella and Matt.

It's fine, yeah it's cool

Not like I wanna make a move

It's fine, yeah it's cool

It's not like I'm in love with you

Shit

No I'm not feeling unwell

And no it's not scary as hell that I

Want you more than anyone else

Want your body all to myself

It's not like I'm losing my head

Thinking 'bout you in my bed

Keep doing that thing you do

It's not like I'm in love with you

I sang the chorus as I locked eyes with Severide and he smiled at me as I continued into the second verse.

It started slow but then like dominoes

I started free falling for you, no control

Couldn't hide the truth from my friends too

It's not like everybody knows but you

It's fine, yeah it's cool

I totally know what to do

It's fine, yeah it's cool

It's not like I'm in love with you

No I'm not feeling unwell

And no it's not scary as hell that I

Want you more than anyone else

Want your body all to myself

It's not like I'm losing my head

Thinking 'bout you in my bed

Keep doing that thing you do

It's not like I'm in love with you

It's not like

It's not like I'm in love with you

It's not like

It's not like I'm in love with you

No I'm not feeling unwell

And no it's not scary as hell that I

Want you more than anyone else

Want your body all to myself

It's not like I'm losing my head

Thinking 'bout you in my bed

Keep doing that thing you do

It's not like I'm in love with you

I'm in love, I'm in love

I'm in love with you

But it's not like I'm in love with you (in love with you)

I'm in love, I'm in love

I'm in love with you

But it's not like I'm in love with you (in love with you)

I'm in love, I'm in love

I'm in love with you

But it's not like I'm in love with you (in love with you)

I finished my song as everyone started clapping and I went down the stage going back over to the table where Kelly, Stella, Sylvie and Antonio were sitting. I ordered another drink and noticed that I was far more gone than the others but I honestly didn't mind at this point.

"Hermann! We need a round of shots for everyone" I said loudly to him as I stood up almost falling forward pushing the table a bit as Severide stood up catching me.

"I'm fine" I said sitting down again with the help of Severide as he removed my glass to other end of the table. I saw Hermann signaling something to Severide as he nodded his head and stood up making me stand up as well holding onto to me so I wouldn't fall.

"I think it's time for you to call it quit tonight" Severide said as I disagreed with him grabbing his face kissing him passionately in front of everyone including my brother. Not long after Severide pushed back from me.

"Not here. Not now. Let's go" He said leading me out of the bar as I greeted everyone goodbye as he took me back to his apartment both of us being drunk but me slightly more than him.

As we entered his apartment I pushed him further in as he guided us towards his bedroom lifting me up and gently placing me down on his bed as I took off my shirt and he took off his as I tucked at the rim of his pants.

"You're really impatient huh?" He asked as we both laughed while he was taking off his pants. He came into bed only wearing boxers as my hands were all over his muscles feeling his arms and chest while kissing him up and down his chest and neck making him moan slightly. We removed the rest of our clothes as he looked me deep in the eyes asking for permission before entering as I nodded my head adjusting to his size before he started thrusting in and out in a steady tempo.

"Kelly!" I yelled out in pleasure. My hands were on his back as I was scratching him. I leaned my head back morning in pleasure as i felt him already pulsing inside me This is the greatest I've felt in a long time.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this for" I said kissing him again as he came inside of me and pulled out short time after. He switched around so that I was now on top of him. I sat on top of him just watching him catch his breath from before watching his chest rise and fall as I started kissing him all the way down to his waist leaving hickeys in my way down.

"Goddamn!" He said putting his hands on my waist guiding them in the right tempo as I started riding him when he threw his head back arching his back a little more than he already was.

"You enjoying this.... Lieutenant?" I said teasing him as I kissed him while he just hummed a yes. He opened his eyes looking at me with eyes full of lust.

"Please say that more often. I like hearing it when it's coming from you" He said smiling as I stopped crawling off him laying down next to him placing my head on his chest listening to his heart as he covered us up with the sheets when I heard the front door go. It made me jolt a bit as Kelly just chuckled at me.

"It's just my room mate" He said kissing me again as I heard the voice of my brother and started panicking a bit.

"You're roommates with Casey?" I asked him tracing circles on his muscles as he nodded his head at me.

I kissed him one last time before we drifted off to sleep with my head on his chest and him having his arms around me we fell asleep together.

"My very own blue eyed Lieutenant" I said as he kissed me holding me tight closing his eyes as we drifted off to sleep.

[enigmaart]

HAHA GET PROMPT-BOMBED

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

EATING THIS PROMPT RN-

Eclipse-Centric Reader Drabble:

"You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

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You had been feeling particularly shitty this week compared to the previous. You couldn't catch much sleep because you kept having the same weird nightmare over and over again and you couldn't seem to remember what it was about, which only served to stress you further.

You really shouldn't have been so surprised that eventually your boss took notice of this. What would ALWAYS be surprising to you would be the his method of approaching this.

"You...brought me flowers?"

This question was more of a statement, but you made your puzzlement known anyways. Eclipse stood tall and straight and somehow straightened his tie even more despite having done so 3 other times today. He held the flowers out to you.

"Well, erm, you've been looking down in the dumps all week, babe, so I thought I'd do something nice for you! To make you feel better, and all." He explained

If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that his stand-offish way of saying all this would have meant that he just wanted to get your gloomy mood out of his sight and this building. But you knew your lover better than that. He's trying to stay professional in the office, as per your request, but the poor man just has no idea how to tone it down without looking like either some kid with a crush or a bit of an asshole. You don't mind though, you think it's cute of him either way.

You take the bouquet out of his hand and smile sweetly at him. "Thanks hun. You don't know how much this means to me."

Eclipse visibly perks up at the praise, but is quick to smooth his features and act cool. "Yea," he says, "no problem, sweetheart. If you wanna talk about whatever's been nippin' at you, you can always come to me~." You chuckle a little at the attempt to be suave, because you know he's actually genuinely concerned deep down inside but is trying not to pry too hard for your sake. He's just too good to you.

"Thanks babe, I'll remember that. I think I just wanna go home a bit early today." You say.

"I'll walk you to the front entrance." He replies.

You get up from sitting and stretch your legs. You and Eclipse walk out of his office doors and down the hall to the front entrance. You pass the front desk as the receptionist gives a look up at you two then goes back to work with a knowing smirk. Your trip took seemingly no time at all, but it was nice to just travel together.

Eclipse holds the door open for you, but before you walk out, he gently holds your shoulder and turns you towards him. "Honey," he says, "you don't have to hide anything from me. Whatever it is that's bothering you, we can deal with it together. I've been with you for all this time, and I don't plan on abandoning you if things go sideways. You can ALWAYS count on me to come and save you."

Such sweet and sincere words, you can't recall ever feeling this cared for in your life. How on earth did you end up with a man so sweet?

You're near tears, but they don't fall, you refuse to let them. You have to be strong now. You say, "I'll be okay honey, I think I just need to take your advice and finally take a break and rest a bit. Next time you see me, I'll be as good as new!"

You hoped your enthusiasm would get him to worry a bit less, but you could tell from his wyes that you may have only served to make things worse, but he didn't say anything to make this known. Instead, he said, "Alright doll, have a pleasant evening. See you again soon."

You felt bad that he was willing to put his feelings aside for you AGAIN, but you still found it better than the alternative.

"Goodbye, Sir. See you around."

With that, you walk outside and down the street, not daring to look back and accidentally look your tired, somber eyes with the dark, hurt eyes behind you.

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Okay so I have been thinking long and hard about what my request would be and I finally figured it out. Could you do one with Cash going to pick an engagement ring out for his girlfriend and he brings Dax with him?

I am melting on the inside. What a cute idea. Hope you like it, sweetheart!

Also, my first request, so yay!

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The Bride (Cash Wheeler x Reader...+ Dax Harwood)

"Why are we here again?" Dax whined dramatically as he walked next to his friend through the seemingly endless hallway of the mall.

"You said you'd help me with any romantic issues as you are - and I quote - 'the one happily married with a beautiful daughter who's got it all figured out.' So stop complaining now. We're here." Cash had stopped in front of a fancy jewelry store, and was nervously looking at the rings displayed in the window.

It took Dax a moment to process what his tag team partner was hinting at and as soon as it dawned on him, he, literally, lost his shit. "No way! Really?! I mean, of course, really, it was obvious that it would happen sooner or later. But wow! Congratulations, man!" He said while putting Cash in a bear hug.

"Dammit, Dax, stop it! People are looking!" He wiggled out of his friend's grip right after noticing the sales assistant curiously looking at them from the inside. Great, fucking great. "And don't congratulate me, she hasn't said yes yet."

"As if Y/N would ever say no to you!"

"Well, she always said she didn't wanna get married, so..."

"Yeah, she also said she didn't like living together with someone because she needed her space, and you've been totally fine these past two years. She's said a lot of things, but you changed her mind on all of them. This won't be any different. The real important question is: Am I going to be your best man?"

The younger man rolled his eyes. "Why else would I've brought you here with me?" He said as he held the door open for Dax.

As soon as the two men entered the jewelry store, Cash felt overwhelmed and completely lost. He didn't quite understand why though. He knew you like the back of his hand, so it shouldn't be too hard to get the perfect engagement ring, right? Then why did it feel like an insurmountable obstacle now?

Before Cash could chicken out and turn on his heel, the sales assistant walked over to the two, asking how she could help them. As Cash just stood there dumbfounded, Dax decided to speak. "My friend here is looking for an engagement ring."

"What size?"

Dax looked over at his friend, who'd finally come back to his senses. He fumbled one of your rings that he had previously snatched from you out of his pocket and handed it over to the woman. She looked at it for a second, then back at the two men.

"It seems a bit small. Are you sure it is going to fit?" She glanced between Cash and Dax for a moment, but Dax didn't catch on. Cash, however, understood right away what she was trying to say. "Oh no, we're just friends. He's my best man. The ring's for my girlfriend."

"Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to...D-Do you have anything specific in mind? Has anything on display caught your eye?" She seemed flustered, which made Cash chuckle, but also shake his head as a response to her question.

Meanwhile, Dax realized that she'd assumed they were getting married TO EACH OTHER. He looked over to the other and whispered. "And she thought I was the bride out of the two of us?!"

"Shut up, Dax." Cash tried to frown at him, but couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. If only he could tell you right away about this weird encounter...but he'd have to wait until he popped the question to you.

"Well, tell me about your girlfriend. What does she like? What kind of jewelry does she normally wear?" The saleswoman still seemed uncomfortable, but tried her best to stay professional. Cash smiled at her, wanting to put her out of her misery.

"Uhm, she's - she's amazing really. I have a job where I am travelling a lot, and she never complains about it. She's very smart and kind of nerdy, and loves animals and the mountains. She's also funny as hell and very caring of other people. Just a free spirit, in general. Normally, she doesn't wear a lot of flashy jewelry, but I want this ring to stand out. You know, no overly huge diamond, she would most likely get stuck on that and get herself hurt, as she is a bit clumsy. But it should still catch her attention every time she looks down at her hands...if that makes sense."

When Cash finished, he realized that both people in front of him smiled at him. Maybe he had rambled a bit too much about how great you were...

"She sounds like a good catch. Over here, we have some rings with smaller diamonds. If you want it to stand out, maybe you could pick one of these eternity rings. They have small diamonds all around and look very cute and sparkly. Plus their endless stones represent never ending love." She showed Cash a set of rings that all looked very pretty, but were not quite what he had in mind.

"Do you have one of these with maybe a single stone in a different color? Preferably a soft pink or lavender? These are her favorite colors."

"You are lucky, we do." She said before moving to the back of the store to get the item requested.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Dax was at it again.

"I can't believe it...If anything, you would be the bride. I mean, look at you, and look at me. It's obvious." He gestured between the two as if it'd prove his point.

"Pffff, you'd look adorable with a veil, Dax. But no offense, I'd be hella disappointed if you'd come down the aisle on my wedding day and not Y/N."

Cash teased, loving the playful frown on his friend's forehead. Both of them laughed a bit, but stopped once the sales assistant came back.

The ring in her hand looked so beautiful with the single pink stone - a diamond, too, he learned - Cash knew right away that it was the one. He wanted to put that ring on your finger. Next to him, Dax agreed. "That is so Y/N. Right, Cash?"

Cash simply nodded and smiled down at the ring.

After a moment, he added. "Yes, that's the one. I'll take it."

The saleswoman was happy she could help him find the right ring and named the price while putting it in a black, velvet box.

Cash gave her his credit card and thanked her for her help, telling her he wouldn't have found such a beautiful ring without her. He praised her maybe a little more than necessary, but he felt it was the right thing to do to make her feel more comfortable.

As soon as they were out of the store, Dax slung his arm around the other man's shoulder and ruffled his hair. "I can't believe my boy is finally getting married. You grew up so fast!"

"You're a pain in the ass, Dax, you know that, right?"

"Oh shut up, you love me!"

"I do. I just love Y/N more." He replied, laughing at the mock gasp leaving Dax's mouth.

[bcdwhcre]

Oml I've had this request idea for so long so I was wondering how you'd do it. How about some headcanons/little scenarios of Levi, Erwin, and Hanji getting caught making out with their fem so by someone else in the scouts? 😏 This has been in my head so LONG soooo I feel like you would portray it well

“Caught,” Levi x Erwin x Hange Headcanons

okay okaaaay cute idea🥺

Summary: getting caught making out with your s/o by another scout.

Warnings: implied smut with Erwin

Fem!Reader

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Levi:

He’s always been the type to be clingy and openly affectionate in private. He never really liked PDA or even being flirty with you in front of others. He liked to cherish you behind the closed doors and show you how much he loves you there.

It never bothered you, you were always professional when it came to your work so you agreed with him about not wanting to show too much of your relationship to the other Scouts.

One day Levi was more clingy than usual, he said it was only because he had a nightmare about losing you and it felt too real. The entire day when no one was looking, he would touch you in any way he could. Grabbing your hand, touching your lower back. He felt like he needed some slight touch of yours to be reminded you were still here.

Around the afternoon, he had forced you to stop your work and come to his office. It had bugged you but you couldn’t sit there and complain about Levi wanting to be around you for every second.

He was just a teddy bear, very hands on and loving so him having a dream about you no longer being here- it had crushed him in ways he couldn’t explain. He was deeply in love with you, he couldn’t handle losing you so the slight dream just fed into his insecurities and anxiety that he had to be around you.

As you stepped inside his office after knocking, his eyes lit up when he seen you and instantly stood up from his desk as you walked over. His arms embraced you in a tight hug, his lips kissing the side of your head and a sigh of relief slipped out of his mouth.

“Why did you call me here?” You mumbled, rubbing his back and he grunted under his breath, his eyes moving to look at you.

“Just missed you is all.” He barely said loud enough for you to hear, feeling embarassed for admitting that out loud. He felt dumb for bothering you and taking you away from your work to see him but he felt like he needed it desperately.

“Hm, because you missed me?” You teased, making him roll his eyes and his hands grabbed a hold of your cheeks firmly, staring into your eyes.

“Yes,” He quietly said, admiring you as his thumbs rubbed over your soft skin.

Time felt like it had frozen still just for a moment, his eyes burning into yours and another huff escaped his mouth as he tried to rid the insecurities he had replaying in his head.

You could tell how frustrated he really was, he hated to be deep into thought about everything- especially when it came to negative thoughts. You moved your hands to rest on his sides, gripping onto the material of his shirt and tugged him closer.

You wanted to take away his troubles, his thoughts and his anxiety. You wish you could easily take it from his hands and deal with it yourself, he deserved to be happy everyday.

As you felt his thumbs brush over your cheeks, you leaned up to press your lips on his. A gentle kiss but it definitely made him feel better, making all the stress slip off his shoulders and replaced with love and butterflies.

His hands stayed firmly on your cheeks, afraid of letting you go but also not wanting you to pull back from his lips. He just needed this a little longer. He had tilted his head, leaning more into your mouth as both of your lips moved in sync with one another.

Suddenly the door had opened up, Armin and Jean walking inside while calling for Levi before noticing the scene before them, making them freeze in the doorway and made the both of you break apart and glance back at the door.

All four of you stared at each other, the awkward tension and not really knowing what to say about what had just happened. Your relationship wasn’t a secret, no, but it wasn’t clear if everyone knew about it or not considering you two aren’t much of a pda type couple.

Armin and Jean’s eyes were wide, they had no clue about your relationship so walking in felt like they violated your privacy and saw something they weren’t supposed to see.

Levi grew frustrated, staring at the both of them and crossed his arms over his chest as he gave them a cold stare.

“You either speak on why you’re here or leave.” He simply said, causing the both of them to stumble on their words and Armin ended up just grabbing Jean and dragging him out of the office.

“We’re so sorry, we didn’t see anything. Ignore us.” Armin rushed out, grabbing the door and shut it, hearing them panic as they go down the hall,

“You scared the poor boys.” You glanced over at Levi, making him roll his eyes and meet your gaze.

“Maybe they should learn how to knock.”

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Erwin:

Erwin is the type of person who likes to have everyone know you’re his but he’s also very professional in his work and making sure that his work and your relationship don’t intertwine and ruin one another.

He’s always kept his head screwed on and he always treated you more like a colleague while working and you always done the same to him. He cared a lot about his job, it was one of his favorite things along with you.

So, it didn’t bother you to have him focus on his work during the day and come home to cherish you ten times more. It was a good mixture to keep the relationship healthy and stable.

But one particular day, you found yourself a bit more needier and trying to go about your work as if nothing is wrong was bugging you. You couldn’t help but think of Erwin repeatedly, the other night replaying in your head of him touching you in all the right places.

It was really starting to annoy you, sure this has happened before but the other times it was easy to manage and ignore. This time it just was on the tip of your brain, repeating like a broken record and it was starting to make you go crazy as you keep catching yourself zoning out and daydreaming about it

You were stationed on the opposite side of the base, trying to concentrate on the plan for the expedition coming up and as you sat there trying to listen, it was getting more evident that you were dozing off into thought.

After a while there was a meeting that had to be held with most of the Scouts, mainly the higher ups, to discuss the next expedition but you were too lost in your train of thought to even realize what they were saying.

“Y/N.” Levi snapped his fingers in your face and your eyes shot up to meet his, the scary plain look on his face and you could automatically tell he was irritated.

Erwin had looked across the room, noticing you zoning out and he tried not to think too hard about it, you two were at work- not at home but he felt like there was something wrong, maybe you were upset or too in a depressing mood to work.

As the meeting went on, it had finished up and Erwin had asked for you to come to his office and at first you thought that he had caught on and it had actually excited you a bit but the both of your thoughts were far from similar.

Once you stepped inside, you turn to face him as he shut his door and you reached out to grab a hold of his hands. He had looked at you with concern and before he could ask you what’s going on, you had smashed your lips onto his.

He was a bit taken back but he couldn’t deny that he liked the sudden kiss from you and he wasn’t too phased since it was inside his office. Your hands had moved up to cup his cheeks and eventually sliding them back to tangle in his hair, both of your lips molded together.

Suddenly the door had creaked open and someone had grunted loud enough for the both of you to hear. Erwin had ripped away from you, both of your eyes moving to meet with Levi’s as he shot you both a disgusting look.

“Please, there’s a lock on the door for a reason.” He rolled his eyes, walking inside and slamming the papers on Erwin’s desk before returning to the door.

“My apologies.” Erwin spoke, making you hold back a laugh at how red his face was from embarrassment.

“Tch, save it. Just lock the fucking door.” Levi shut the door behind him and that’s when a laugh had slipped past your lips.

Erwin was completely flustered, his cheeks heated up and the look of fear knowing Levi had caught the both of you making out. You didn’t find it that much of a big deal, it was Erwin’s office after all- not his fault that Levi didn’t know how to knock.

“Whats so funny?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at your small fit of giggles as you shook your head.

“It’s funny how flustered you are.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“Hun, your face is more red than a tomato.” You pointed out and he huffed out a breath, moving to sit down at his desk trying to rid of the thoughts of being walked in on.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad. We were just kissing.” You teased, leaning over his desk to place another kiss on his lips and he looked up at you, the small smile edging in his lips.

Erwin remained silent, his large hand reaching up and caressing one of your cheeks as his thumb brushed over you skin slowly. He released another breath, the sight of you instantly making his nerves calm down and the embarrassment slip away.

“Still humiliating.” He said sacrastically, a gentle chuckle leaving his lips and you rolled your eyes.

“Better get over that thought because I’m not finished with you yet.” You mumbled, grabbing a hold of his chin and he had looked at you surprised.

You couldn’t care less about Levi walking in, your main thoughts were still on your boyfriend and the previous thoughts you’ve been having all day and being seen making out wasnt going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

“Oh?” He simply said, collecting his thoughts and finally realizing what you had been talking about and it made him realize why you’ve been zoning out all day. It made sense.

“This time, lock the door.”

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Hange:

Now, Hange never cared what anyone thought whether it was about her or her work so she wasn’t ashamed or phased in the slightest when she got into a relationship and she sure wasn’t embarrassed to show it off and to show you off.

But you, on the other hand, were the opposite. You were really shy and awkward when it came to opening up and you were always flustered when it came to the Scouts teasing you about your relationship.

You weren’t embarrassed or ashamed to be with her, you were more than in love with her but you weren’t used to this sort of attention, you’ll admit that she’s actually your first relationship so you were still getting used to it.

You worked under her, being apart of her team and helping her with a lot of research studies she was obsessed with, that was the main reason why you two gotten so close.

As you stood inside her little lab, sitting on a stool and reading over papers while she mumbled to herself about some theory she was testing out. You glanced over at her when her mumbling got louder. Hange is always unaware when she starts talking to herself when working, you thought it was cute.

All of a sudden a loud excited scream left her lips, almost startling you and she jumped up.

“I figured it out!” She laughed more to herself, completely forgetting you were in the room as she grabbed her pen and began to scribble down on her journal.

“Figured what out?” You spoke, your eyes turning back to the paper before you and her eyes shot towards you.

“Something about Eren’s titan form.” She couldn’t hold back the excitement running through her veins as the adrenaline was pumping through, making her more hyper than ever.

She went over to where you were, her arms wrapping around you from behind and she glanced over your shoulder to see what you were reading before sliding it away from your vision.

You turned your head, raising a eyebrow all while the butterflies swarmed your stomach when her grip around you tightened, her lips planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, making your cheeks grow red.

“What?” You asked, noticing how concentrated she was on you and you were almost convinced you had something on your face.

“Nothing nothing, I’m just happy is all.” Her voice was low, making a small smile come across your lips.

Hange couldn’t help the overwhelming amount of love she had for you. She was deeply in love, more than she can explain out loud and it was never her intention to fall for one of her cadets or anyone in the Scouts period.

But the day you came in after the training corps, set on being under her team and wanting to work with her little experiments and loving her theories just as much as she did- she suddenly fell right into that deep hole with you.

She always thought that she would only be in love with her work and her job. She never seen herself with anyone before you only because everyone thought she was crazy for being so obsessive over the Titans and wanting to learn their way of thinking and behavior.

But you, pushed her in the right direction and always gave her good advice and made her feel more confident in her work, even though she was pretty confident before but having you was like a big bonus.

You could tell she had gotten lost in her train of thought again, she always zoned out and thought about you and it was always cute to see. Soon she had snapped out of her, her attention back onto you and she leaned down to press her lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, definitely meaningful to the both of you. Your hand moved up to cup her cheek to keep her in place, tilting your head and leaning more into her. The small make out session was starting to get heated pretty fast but it ended abruptly when the door had opened, both of your eyes shooting over to the door to see Eren.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t- I didn’t see anything.” He stuttered, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t worry about it, kid!” Hange shouted as Eren’s face turned bright red, quickly walking down the hallway and away from the room, trying to rid the scene he just witnessed.

She turned to look back at you, your face completely flustered and bright red again. The embarrassment lingered over your head like a rainy cloud and she couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“So humiliating.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you looked down to hide your face considering how hot your skin was.

She quickly grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at her, the small smirk on her face had made you almost melt beneath her fingertips. Her lips kissed your red cheek a few times, trying to hold back her laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s his fault he barged in here.”

“I’m still embarrassed.”

“Don’t be!”

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Anywhooooo, been a long few days. 🥺

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[kira-fluff]

Hi there! And congrats for your graduation! I am really happy for you and I hope lots of beautiful things await you in the future. I am that anon who wrote you about a month ago, by the way... I am very sorry, I really didn't want to make you wait, it's just been a bit of a rough period and I've been feeling a little down, but now I am better :) May I ask for some platonic Jumin/MC headcanons in which they are best friends? I love him, just not in a romantic way. Thank you so, so much again. <3

a/n: you are such a sweetheart :') anything for you <3 i just moved so that's why i've been seemingly MIA. thank you for the well wishes. i wish you all good things as well. p.s. - i'm back babes <3 i'm going on an all-family-required trip in a week or so but I plan to write during the long trip that i'm already mentally preparing for. may or may not be uploading from hotels lol. // kira-chan

Platonic!Jumin x MC Headcanons

alright so let me just begin by saying you two would be absolutely adorable

i can just imagine your dorky little snorts at jumin's sarcastic expressions

you know the thing when someone does something really stupid and he's just like " - _ - "

i firmly believe the friendship between you two would strive for both of you to be better people

like, i think your influence on jumin would make him realize he really needs to recognize his worker's needs and accommodate for them both professionally and morally.

jaehee says thank you <3

as well as yourself

jumin is definitely the friend who teaches you to savor the good moments

like this man is a GOD at stress management

when you find yourself starting to get worked up, he would be there in an instant

"MC, it'll be alright. Let yourself feel what you need to feel right now, but know those feelings cannot control you."

who says jumin isn't a cuddler.

like ok maybe he doesn't look like a stuffed, fluffy bear but lemme tell you

MOVIE NIGHTS TOGETHER..??? Y E S

but he'd also sorta ruin movie nights with his obsession with logical reasoning lmao

"there is absolutely no way that bus would roll off a small vehicle without crushing it."

"jumin it's Fast and Furious let it go."

*pauses the movie again to complain about the amount of 'oil' on The Rock's body*

don't hate me i'm trying to think of the worst movie that you could possibly choose to watch with him

i can't even fathom jumin's reactions to Guy Fieri PFFT WELCOME TO FLAVOR TOWN

you tease him for his bs attempts to sherlock movies

sitting together watching a movie with a blanket draped around both of you

and he's so tall that he'd be such a blanket-hogger too

jumin is the mom friend through and through

you've entrusted him with your like 9 spare keys because you keep losing them

and then losing your spare key

and then one time you lost your spare spare key

so yeah he keeps one on him at all times

that one time you got totally wasted, it was jumin who received your texts riddled with errors

and of course he was the one that insisted on driving you home that night, not trusting you'd make it to your front door even if you took a cab

and let's face it, you probably wouldn't have.

he also takes blurry yet still completely embarrassing photos of you

"what i thought that one of you looked good"

"DELETE IT NOW, JUMIN."

how is it that someone can be so smart and stupid at the same time?

i say he's the mom friend yet he is also a designated airhead when it comes to anything digital

so basically the ultimate mom friend because like have you ever a mom who actually knows how to work technology

the type to get mad if you don't know where you wanna go eat but it's because he doesn't like fast food lol

if you call him something sappy like "bestie" he will saying to the effect of "that's cringe" but secretly he's like "awe bestie"

will remember the little things istg

like your favorite movie is the unappreciated "Atlantis"?

he is extra as hell so bday prezzie would be a casual trip to disney

bc come on that's not even pocket change for him

but mostly he wants you to think he's the best friend you've ever had

i'm imagining you've been friends since high school (assuming he didn't grow up on private tutors)

back then, i imagine he was very anti-social

even V couldn't bring him out of his shell at school

it was your brightness that thawed his seemingly cool exterior

he'd listen to you as you rambled on and on about this book you'd been reading

or perhaps he'd chat himself about some of his random cat photos he'd gotten from V

sometimes you'd take pictures of cats while walking to school to show to him later

like it was the highlight of his week

you became friends mostly (besides the fact that jumin just likes your company) because he never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do

it was so important to him to make his own choices because he lost that ability so many times in his life.

jumin didn't have a say when his father and mother divorced

from seven years old til then, he never felt like he truly had a voice

so when you'd listen to him even if someone else interrupted him..it meant something to him

he wasn't shy, per-say, just reserved.. distant.

when jumin decides someone is his friend, it's very hard for him to ever let go -- he's fiercely loyal.

above all, he's grateful to you for staying by his side and continuing to care for him even now. <3

[helloalycia]

my happy ending [two] // kara danvers

summary: the secret Kara has been putting off for months finally comes to light, leaving you both in a precarious situation

warning/s: mentions of a breakup (let's be honest, this isn't a spoiler lol)

author's note: here’s the second part! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

It had been a few months since Kara and I said 'I love you' and it was around that time when things between us were moving forward. We were still going strong and I had never been in love with someone as much as I was with her. No relationship I'd had in the past was as amazing as it was with Kara – she was magnificent.

I was sure nothing would get in the way of us; we were going strong and despite small, petty arguments we'd had in the past, we'd never truly fell out over something. I couldn't imagine us doing so either, because our relationship was built on honesty and trust. What could possibly break us up?

I was in charge of all social media content for CatCo, so I wasn't one who usually went with reporters to cover stories. In fact, I rarely did unless it was to help a colleague, like now. My friend, Cara, was covering a story at L-Corp – something science-y to do with the labs. I wasn't too into the details, but she didn't want to go alone, so she asked me to accompany her.

So, that's where I found myself now, standing with Cara as she was being shown around the labs of L-Corp by a scientist.

Cara was a professional, asking question after question and digging for the nitty gritty details in which the scientist would try to avoid. It was pretty cool to witness.

"So, that's everything we're working on so far," the scientist finished the tour, stopping by some glass doors.

"What's in there?" I asked, nodding behind the scientist.

The woman glanced behind her before forcing a small smile. "That's something I shouldn't discuss."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Now I definitely want to know."

"Look, this isn't a scrutinising article," Cara explained, her voice sounding convincing. "We're not trying to uncover L-Corp's secrets. The last thing we need is another 'evil Luthor' recycled news story."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I still can't share what's in there," the scientist said, apologetically.

"Off the record?" Cara offered, and I could sense her curiosity, too. "We won't tell anyone. I won't report it."

The scientist seemed reluctant. "It's not a secret, I can tell you both. But it's just, you're the media..."

"Technically, she's the reporter," I pointed out, literally pointing to Cara, who smacked me in the arm.

"C'mon, we'll sign an NDA or whatever," Cara promised.

After some puppy dog eyes and pouting, the scientist (whose name I couldn't remember) gave us some NDAs to sign before finally taking us inside the glass room.

"As you know, we manufacture many different products," she explained, leading us to a desk with some microscopes on. "We're working on recreating Kryptonite."

I furrowed my brows. "That's that stuff that Supergirl and Superman have right?"

"Their weakness," the scientist corrected. "We've managed to recreate the properties of Kryptonite and can use it in case of an attack from Kryptonians."

"But the only Kryptonians we know of are Superman and Supergirl and they would never attack," Cara stated with confusion.

"Not necessarily true," the scientist said. "Remember Astra?"

"The woman who tried to kill us all at the start of the year? Yeah, we remember," I replied, shivering at the memory.

"It's for cases like that," she explained. "It's not a big deal, but we're keeping it on the down low to avoid public scrutiny. As you said earlier."

Cara nodded and began to look through the microscope, studying the Kryptonite on the slides. I looked at the green glowing rock beside the microscope, picking it up and wondering how something so beautiful looking could be so dangerous to an alien.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

I looked up at the scientist. "I guess. This stuff really kills Kryptonians?"

"Too much can, yes," she answered. "Small doses can inflict pain, and manageable doses can strip them of their powers, making them similar to a human. This piece you're holding is a highly-concentrated dose."

"Best keep this far away from National City's only hero then," I joked, feeling a tad uncomfortable that I was holding such a powerful object.

I placed the Kryptonite back on the desk and tapped Cara. She got the hint and concluded the tour.

Cara and I headed back to CatCo after and she thanked me for accompanying her to the tour. It wasn't a big deal, so I smiled and left her be to write it up, promising to give it a read before she submitted it.

I decided to head to Kara's afterwards, seeing as she was working from home today. I brought some food – her favourite, Potstickers – to surprise her, and knocked on with a smile on my face. Just the thought of seeing her got me all giddy, like a little kid.

"It's open!" Kara called out from the other side.

I rolled my eyes playfully and walked into her flat, setting the food on the kitchen counter. "What did I say about leaving your door unlocked, Kara? It could have been anyone!"

Kara grinned from her position at the dining table, standing up to approach me. "But I knew it was you and– ah!"

I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Kara stumble over her feet when walking towards me.

"Kara, what is it?" I asked, moving forward to help, but when I touched her, she pushed me away and held the table for support. "Kara!"

I looked closely and realised her veins were glowing bright green. That could only happen if...

"Wait a minute," I said, staying stood still as she gulped hard, still hunched over with pain. "You're in pain... and that can only happen if you've been in contact with–"

"Kryptonite!" she cut me off breathlessly, before staring at me with startled eyes.

I stepped back, feeling my heart drop to my stomach. "You're a Kryptonian."

"Why do you have Kryptonite?!" she questioned, still clutching the table and cowering away from me.

I shook my head, still in awe. "I was at L-Corp and we saw some Kryptonite... but only Kryptonians are affected, and there's only two known Kryptonians on Earth... Superman and..."

She avoided my eyes and that's when my suspicion was confirmed. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at Kara carefully. Her glasses, that was it. That was the only thing separating her from her other identity, her other life. How could I have missed that?

"I've gotta go," I got out finally, my throat closing up.

"Y/N, please wait," she said desperately, stepping forward, but she stopped herself when overcome with pain. Her skin was glowing green now and I realised that there was still Kryptonite residue on me from that highly-concentrated piece I held earlier.

I turned around and left, feeling my heart beat fast in my chest. Kara was Supergirl. I didn't know what to feel because that very fact was still trying to sink in.

I had no choice but to go back to CatCo after, needing to get the rest of my work done for today. But I couldn't concentrate because of what I'd just discovered. Kara was Supergirl. She was an alien. She had a whole other life I didn't know about.

My phone kept getting notifications from Kara – she wanted to explain herself, but she couldn't see me until she was sure the Kryptonite residue had dispersed. I didn't care about that anyway, I didn't want to see her right now. I wasn't sure what I would say if I did – she'd hidden this from me!

I thought we had something special and unique. I thought I'd finally found someone, something, indestructible. I thought I knew Kara inside and out, I wanted to believe I did. But I was wrong. She was pretending this whole time.

I went home after work, leaving a little early because I wasn't actually getting anything done. I was confused, lost, unsure what to do with this information. Kara was Supergirl. When she disappeared randomly, that's probably why. When she would sneak off with James and Winn... they probably knew, too. It seemed that everyone important to her knew. But I didn't. Maybe I wasn't as important to her as I thought.

When I reached my flat, I saw Kara leaning against the doorframe. She perked up when she saw me, clearing her throat.

"Y/N," she muttered, her voice breaking.

I wanted to ignore her, but I couldn't. I simply stared at her, noticing her red, teary eyes and puffy face that were hidden behind her glasses, the same ones that had hidden her identity. It was literally right in front of me and I hadn't noticed. She hadn't shared it with me. I was so sure we would last. A relationship built upon honesty and trust. Huh. What a joke.

"I don't want to speak to you right now," I said as calmly as I could muster, before fumbling with my keys.

"Y/N, please, I know you're angry, but I need to explain to you," she said desperately. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's too late for that," I mumbled, swallowing down the lump in my throat before managing to slot the key in the hole and push open my door.

"I'm sorry," she said, following me inside. I rolled my eyes as she watched me with a guilty expression. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"It seems that you didn't want me to find out at all!" I snapped at her, slamming the front door and spinning around to face her. "I found out by accident, Kara. You lied to me. You didn't trust me."

"I do," she tried, but I shook my head, disguising my hurt with irritation.

"No, you don't, otherwise you would have told me," I stated. "I feel stupid for not figuring it out sooner."

"I'm sorry–"

"I don't want to hear it!" I cut her off. "At first, maybe you didn't trust me enough to tell me, that's fine. Then we admitted we liked each other and okay, fair point, you didn't know if we would last so you didn't want to tell me. It's fine, understandable even, that you didn't tell me. But then we told each other we loved each other. And that could have been your chance. But no. You kept pretending that I actually meant something."

"I wasn't pretending!"

"If you weren't, then I would mean something to you, Kara. I would be important enough in your life to have known the truth!" I shouted, my vision blurry with tears. "You let me fall in love with you! Believing we could go somewhere when this whole time, you were living a whole other life! And apparently everybody else knows but me! Right? I presume that's why you're always hanging out with Winn and James?"

She stayed quiet, watching me with tears streaming down her face, but I couldn't care less. She was hurting me.

"Get out," I said, breathing out.

"Y/N–"

"I said get out," I repeated, glaring at her.

She nodded slowly, looking down to her shoes. "I'm so sorry, Y/N..." She walked past me, and I didn't turn around until I heard the door close.

I released a shaky breath, closing my eyes as tears fell. So much for a happy ending.

–

A lot can happen in a month, which is funny because it goes by quite quickly.

That's how long it had been as I tried to come to terms with how I felt about Kara hiding a big part of her life from me. I couldn't just forgive her and pretend it didn't hurt. The more I thought about it – which was a lot, as much as I tried not to – the more I felt like an idiot.

I was in love with somebody who I truly believed was my perfect someone. I believed she was everything to me, but she was pretending the whole time. I was convinced God was out there, letting me know not to get too attached, too safe with someone, because I would just be setup for disappointment.

Obviously, seeing as Kara and I worked in the same office, it made for, well, pretty much every day an awkward encounter. I tried my best to avoid her presence, which I thought wouldn't be too difficult, but gosh it was. It was like she was everywhere I went – the photocopier, the coffee machine, the toilets. It was infuriating, especially because I began to miss her a lot.

I had to put up with avoiding her eyes and stares from across the room for a long time. I knew she wanted to speak with me, because at first she tried to, but then she gave up and I think everybody knew. Nobody in the office brought it up, but it was obvious they knew, judging from the tension in the air when we were around each other.

And if all of that wasn't enough, it didn't help that I was reminded of Supergirl pretty much every day. She was all over the news and it was literally in my job description to tweet about her when I could. Seeing her – Kara – in all of those photos, reading about how she was literally saving people's lives... it hurt. She didn't trust me enough to tell me about all of it. Was it something I'd said? An impression I gave that made her deem me untrustworthy?

I didn't know anymore. I just knew that by the end of the month, my heart ached more and more, craving for the arsehole that was Kara Danvers. I refused to admit it at first, but when I kept finding myself searching for the blonde around the office, I knew I'd finally accepted what had happened. I wanted her back. I missed her.

It took a while to find the guts to go forward with this, but when I did, I tried to find Kara at work. She wasn't at her desk and nobody had seen her around. I did a quick search around, calling her name, but nothing. Only, when I was on my way into the hallway, I found her standing by the coffee machine. She wasn't alone.

The new-ish guy, Mike or whatever, was stood with her, pretty close to her side, his hand resting on hers on the table.

I knew I had no right – I'd literally blown her off for a whole month – but my heart began to ache at the sight. Whatever they were talking about must have been important. She was staring at him like he had hung all the stars in the sky. Unless that's just what I saw, I wasn't sure. I just knew that I hated it.

The two of them turned around when they heard me call Kara's name and I froze, meeting Kara's eyes for the first time in a long time.

"Y/N?" she breathed out, surprise in her voice and expression.

I licked my lips, backing up. "Sorry, I– sorry. I left it too late. I'll go," I mumbled, my voice breaking.

"No, Y/N, wait!" she tried, but I'd already turned on my heel and speed-walked away.

I felt my eyes tear up like an idiot as I walked away. Of course she'd moved on. Why wouldn't she? I'd wasted her time.

"Y/N, please wait," her voice broke me from my self-pity, and she stopped in front of me, eyes searching mine. "Let me explain."

"I didn't mean to interrupt," I said, clearing my throat. "You don't need to explain anything, Kara. I– I made you wait too long without saying anything. You don't owe me anything." I sucked up a shaky breath and avoided her eyes. "I've gotta go, sorry."

I didn't give her chance to respond, not wanting to hear her comfort me out of pity or obligation, and instead pushed her out of the way before leaving abruptly.

I just felt like an idiot.

–

I sat at my kitchen counter and opened the pizza box, tucking in there and then instead of getting a plate. I was tired, upset and wished today was over with.

After seeing Kara with Mike earlier on, I felt embarrassed and couldn't wait for my day to be over with so I could sulk over a box of pizza. I guess I should have seen it coming, since I practically pushed her away and gave her no benefit of the doubt. I deserved it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

As I was halfheartedly eating my pizza slice, I heard a knock on the door and groaned inwardly. I really couldn't be arsed with the company.

"Go away," I called out, hoping they'd take the hint.

"Y/N? It's me."

I groaned loudly this time, recognising the voice as Kara's. I paused, glancing at the door, debating whether to tell her to go away. But I realised I'd have to face her eventually, and she was way too stubborn to take my word and leave.

With a heavy sigh, I dropped my pizza slice into the box and wiped my hands on my jeans before going to answer the door. Kara was standing there with a small smile on her lips as I avoided her eyes, cheeks growing warm.

"Hey," she said softly.

I nodded awkwardly. "I– er– hi..." I swallowed hard, saying, "Look, if you're here about earlier today, I'm really sorry, Kara."

"No, you don't need to apologise," she was quick to reply. "It wasn't what you thought, I–"

"You don't need to explain," I cut her off, finally lifting my eyes to meet hers. I didn't want her to explain it. "It's your business. I shouldn't have assumed anything."

Her eyes softened as she clearly had more to say. "Can I come in? Please?"

I would have rather ended the conversation there, but the part of me that missed her deeply was telling me to let her in. Next thing I knew, I was stepping to the side and letting her come in, hoping she couldn't hear the racing heartbeat in my chest.

"Mike isn't just the new guy," she said when I closed the door. "His name is Mon-El. He's an alien."

"Kara–"

"He's an alien and I've been helping him to settle into living on Earth," she cut me off, continuing hurriedly. She held my gaze, not giving me chance to interrupt. "Supergirl has been helping him. That's all it is. That's all it'll ever be."

I pressed my lips together, nodding slightly to show her I understood. Her shoulders relaxed and I felt a bit more at ease now myself. She wasn't moving on. Or at least, not with him.

"I didn't know that because I pushed you away," I admitted, frowning. "I didn't give you a chance... I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologise," she insisted, shaking her head.

I smiled sadly. "I get it could be too late, but–"

"It's not too late," she said quickly, eyes glistening with hope. "I... I was waiting."

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I felt my embarrassment return. "I needed time, that was it." I sighed to myself as I began to pace uncomfortably. "It was silly, really, how I didn't realise the truth. Everybody else knew and I... I should have known."

"Don't say that," she said, and I felt her hand grab my arm reluctantly. I stopped and faced her, seeing her shaking her head. "I didn't mean for you to feel like that. It wasn't your fault, Y/N, it was mine. I should have told you. I wanted to tell you."

I couldn't help but feel betrayed again. "But you didn't."

She let go of my arm and frowned. "It just happened that Winn was the first person I told. And James already knew because of Superman. And then I wanted to tell you next, but being Supergirl was hard at first. It was demanding. And being Kara with somebody who didn't expect anything more was nice. It was selfish, but I had you. And I wanted to tell you after, but I was scared. And once again, I was selfish because I knew I was falling in love with you and I didn't want to scare you away because of this lie."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as she searched my eyes for something.

"It got out of hand and I was in way too deep," she admitted regretfully. "You won't believe me, but I did want to tell you, Y/N. But now you know. And I know you hate me, but I wish you didn't because I am truly sorry I ever hurt you. I never wanted that."

"I don't hate you," I told her, eyes glassy with tears. "I don't think I could hate you even if I tried, Kara."

"I love you," she whispered, a tear slipping from her eye.

I couldn't stop myself as I pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tight. I had missed her so much and to have her back in my arms was a blessing, even if it hurt me at the same time.

"I don't completely trust you right now," I muttered truthfully, before pulling away and holding her close.

"I understand," she said, nodding and sniffling.

"But I love you, too," I added, knowing that deep down I couldn't stop. "I want to be with you, Kara. You mean too much to me."

She seemed confused as she furrowed her eyebrows. "What does this mean?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'd like to start again, but go slow. I still care about you and seeing you with Mike– Mon-El– whatever, made me realise that I can't see you being with somebody else."

"I'll earn back your trust," she promised, tucking a strand of her behind my ear. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I know you didn't," I said, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently. "And I know you will."

She smiled through her tears and I felt my heart beating quickly again, glad I had her back. I moved forward for another hug, relaxing into her arms as she squeezed me comfortingly.

We'd get through this. She was still my happy ending, Supergirl or not.

[april-avenue-archiving]

Mess

Minors dni

This contains: extreme levels of sexual tension, friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), tiddy worship, squirting

You work at Origini miya and Osamu loves to make messes

You aspired to be a great chef and open your own restaurant one day. So naturally you decided to work at a restaurant to get a feel for it. You decided that working with your best friend was your safest route considering he already owned his own restaurant. You ate here all the time anyways so what's the harm. Plus you know free food.

“Hey boss!” you teased, placing all your belongings in your usual spot in the kitchen. The back of the shop was all very home-like. The counters were filled with small nick nacks. Your favorite being the volleyball salt and pepper shakers.

“Hey pumpkin, bad news. We have to work pretty late today.” he spoke over his shoulder and continued cutting away at vegetables. There were small neat piles on his cutting board of all types of veggies.

“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble on about how cute it was.

“My stupid brother wants to pass by with his team which means 10 professional athletes will be eating here tomorrow. Hence all the sacks of rice on the counter,” he points to the table with rice cookers and rice bags lined up ready to be prepared. He places down the knife and walks over to you. “And who better to help me than my pretty little assistant.” He flashes you a taunting smile.

“Alright big guy, where do you want me?”

“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.

And so the day began. The third staff member was in charge of the front counter and attending to the guests while you and Osamu made the meals for tomorrow. He was a shy but funny highschool student looking to get some extra cash for video games. Osamu had a soft spot for him so he was often given raises. Hours flew by as the two of you made rice and all kinds of fillings to suit the players' tastes. There was endless chatter about random nonsense, some tv shows you both watch and a shit ton of middle school humor.

“Does it taste good?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, miixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce.

“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction.

“Swallow before you talk, nasty.” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself.

“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized.

You gave him a sour look and so he shuffled over to grab his towel and clean your face off. Your eyes were closed as he worked away, wiping all the food off you. He stopped at the side of your cheek to admire your features. “Pretty” his voice was so hushed you didn’t hear him. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart.

“Sir my shift is over and the shop is all closed up and clean so have a good day!” The poor kid knew he walked into something. He quickly waved goodbye and left as quickly as he came. Slamming the door on his way out.

“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.”

“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away.

Things got really awkward after that. He stopped making eye contact and his terrible jokes stopped. You had to think of something to ease the tension. You still had so much to do and you couldn’t bear to have it be like this the whole time.

“Hey ‘samu can you help me over here real quick!” you shouted from the sinks at the wash station. They were in a separate room to the rest of the kitchen so that spilt water can go down the floor drains. Which you thought was genius of him.

“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.” He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched the front of your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn;t help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm.

The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie, he’s always had a thing for you and this didn’t make it any easier.

“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly.

“I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled.

“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh.

“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” his hands smoothed over your stomach before making their way into your pants. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.” He rubbed small circles at your clit, eliciting satisfied hums to fall from your lips.

You’ve always thought he was hot but god did he just go from a 10 to 50 real quick. “Oh so you planned this, didn’t you pretty boy? Asking me to stay late, all the little hints.” you tried your best to make your voice not sound strained.

“Maybe a little, all with your permission of course.” His other hand made work of your shirt buttons. Taking in all you had to offer when your shirt finally came off. You were so pretty to him. All your small gimmicks and reactions to situations had him so in love.

“Ah. Such a gentleman.” a small moan escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted your entrance. You gripped his forearm and he stopped immediately, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitance.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

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“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things coming from him. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.

He’s had you against the wall with both thighs wrapped around his face for about 30 minutes now. His idea of trusting him was just another way to show off his strength. Gripping at your thighs like it’s his life line. You thrash against the wall, pawing at his hair and shoulders.

“‘Samu s’too much.” your words were barely understandable at this point. He had reduced you to a babbling mess. He hummed into you and that’s all it took. Your orgasm came crashing down hard. You didn’t even notice what you had done at first.

He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.

“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think I just made a bigger one.”

[aetheternity]

I'll admit it's exciting. (Armin x reader)

Synopsis: Being your professor's dirty little secret. His pet.. Sounded too good to refuse.

Warning: Smut in the later chapters! 18+ only

"Good girl.." Your lip tucked itself beneath your tooth. Spine tingling at the intoxicating scent surrounding you.

You coaxed a breath off your lips as the almost inaudible creak of the desk under your professors weight made you sit up straight. His arms locking you in place.

You looked into his soft blue eyes feeling a tinge of entrapment at the way he had you locked in.

"Do you understand now?" His surprisingly large hands caressed your shoulder.

"Y-yeah." If you could see your own face you'd probably be embarrassed but you were currently helpless to the tiny bits of touch he allowed you.

Your elbows pushed you up just a little bit closer to his chest. His touch disappearing too soon.

"I think you'll be ready for the test in a couple days." And suddenly every bit of him was walking away and back to sit at his desk. "You should still study though. This stuff has been difficult for you."

~~~~

"Y/N."

The tip of your nail stayed fidgeting between your lips.

"Y/N."

Words flew through your brain but it all continued to just be flushed straight out again.

"Y/N!" The book flew from your grasp landing with a clatter that attracted glances from all angles.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Eren asked, concern etched into his deep sapphire eyes.

You let out a harsh exhale. "I was, until Sasha stopped my heart." You held a palm up to your chest, glaring over at Sasha.

Mikasa blinked boredom sunk into her features. Her cheeks forced into the palms of her hands as her elbows stayed firmly planted into the table. "New class?"

You nodded, shutting your binder before promptly flipping it open again.

"You'll be fine." She muttered, staring at you with her own version of concern.

"How can you say that? I had to transfer from a different class a month after the semester already started. You know how much stuff I've already missed! Not to mention I had originally thought this class was gonna be next semester me's problem." With a groan you let your head flop harshly onto the mildly sticky table in front of you.

"I think what Mikasa was trying to suggest was that Mr. Arlert has always been said to be a very gentle and caring professor." Sasha said

"You can always take office hours if you really have a hard time." Eren suggested

"Thanks Eren, but I think you're forgetting that I hate doing anything outside of class that won't immediately get me a passing grade."

Eren just shrugged, moving to stuff his notebooks into his own bag. All of them genuinely looking as though he'd just reused them from high school. Each one with a rip in the first page or the spiral unraveling.

"Welp it's 2:00." Sasha reminded you. And you groaned so loud you could practically feel the stares from other tables touching your soul.

"Maybe I'll fall down the stairs and break my ankle before I get up there." You slung your bag onto your shoulder hanging your head as you walked off.

"I'll have your favorite donuts in my room after you get out!" Sasha called

"You should've started with that!"

You made the walk so much longer by dragging your feet up every stair individually and rubbing a finger to your temple. So much so that it surprised you when you walked into the classroom and no one was in there except..

"Oh hello."

Hot..

So so very hot..

His smile sparkled only futher brightened by his deep blue eyes. His short blond hair parted slightly over his forehead. His blue button up was cuffed up against his forearms revealing a very slender but still fairly muscular set of hands. He probably had a nice chest too.

"You must be Y/N." He chuckled and before you could reassociate he was giving you a whole new list of things to think about as he bent over his desk to retrieve a piece of paper.

"Here's the syllabus. You're starting kinda late so it will be helpful to you to come to office hours. My office hours are at the bottom here." When he reached forward to point his scent caught you by surprise. A sweet almost fruit like smell wafted up your nose. "I hope you'll catch on quickly. Sit wherever you'd like."

His remark barely registered in your mind, your mouth hung open immediately slamming shut as the class quickly began to fill.

Before you could get swept up by the people flooding into the room you made your way to the front plopping down into the seat closest to the window. When you looked up again from where you'd yanked your binder almost haphazardly out of your bag, you caught the quickest wink you'd ever seen in your entire life.

Or maybe it was your imagination.

But the way he leaned a little closer when he approached you wasn't.

"Front row? Good choice."

Regardless of the heart problems he'd recently caused you he was moving on. Quickly silencing the class and starting the lesson.

Hot.

The only thought racing through your head.

Hot. Hot. Hot..

He was pretty! When he turned off the light his eyes didn't dull in the almost blinding way in which they shone. His hair fluttered over his forehead and ears and his shirt seemed to hug his chest tighter every time he reached up to turn off the projector or even just to reach a high spot on the board.

You already knew everything from today was going in one ear and out the other but it was really hard to give a damn when your professor's pants cupped his ass they way they did. His dark shoes clicked across the floor and-

"Do you understand any of it? I know it's your first day."

You blinked up at him hoping your eyes weren't as wide as they felt or that you weren't popping your mouth open and close like a suffocating fish.

He smiled, flipping the paper on the desk around till it faced him. "Can I?" He reached for the tip of your pen and as you let it go your fingers brushed in probably the strongest current of static that had ever touched your body.

"Don't worry ok this is just a practice test I wanna see what you know." He said, leaving a couple marks on the paper. He then pointed to the two empty test questions. "Don't leave anything blank ok."

This time when he walked away you were without a doubt certain he'd winked. When you looked down at your paper again you could see 3 checks on the paper in the light blue ink you were using and a little smiley face in the corner.

Your chest honestly had no right fluttering the way it did over something so trivial.

The class was only an hour and forty minutes but when it was over you felt like you'd only been seated there for ten minutes. When you handed the test paper back he sent you one final wink that made your knees buckle.

"See you next time." He said and you had to forcibly stop yourself from shuttering.

You half speed walked half ran out of there as soon as his classroom door had shut behind you. All the way to Sasha's dorm room.

You slammed it open already knowing Sasha only kept it locked when she wasn't in there. Your chest was heaving and you held onto the door frame for support. Noticing the immediate and visible flinch from Eren and Sasha.

"He's. Hot!!" You gasped for air before walking in and sinking to the floor in front of Sasha. She didn't budge as you fell against her shoulder just wrapped an arm around your shoulders hugging your back. "Oh god he's so hot.." You breathed into Sasha's collarbone.

"Looks like she did learn something." Eren muttered

"No! You don't understand he's like so pretty!"

Mikasa didn't even try to hide the way she rolled her eyes and Eren just sighed.

"Aww you've got a crush on your professor that's adorable." Sasha said, reaching into the box next to her, grabbing your favorite donut she pushed it into your open mouth pulling it back slightly to allow you to chew.

You sobbed a little before sighing and falling back into Sasha's neck. "What the hell am I gonna do?" You sighed

"Focus on passing the class is probably the first step." Eren replied

"Now you're just being silly." You replied, rubbing your fingers into the floor.

Sasha brought the donut back up to your lips smiling as you took another bite. "I wanna see him now! Isn't he the really young professor? Like he's supposedly only twenty five as of recently and got hired less than a year ago."

"Yeah.." You quickly put your password into your phone, turning the screen so Sasha could see.

Mikasa and Eren scooted closer as Sasha took a closer look. "He is pretty." Mikasa was the first to speak.

"Why do you just have his picture pulled up? How're you already being creepy?" Eren questioned

You scoffed, "I just happened to be looking on Instagram during a quick bathroom trip.. and I just so happened to look for him.. it's his fault for making it easy." You snatched the donut from Sasha taking a bigger bite.

"Yeah no I agree with Eren this is cree- AW HE HAS A DOG!" Sasha snatched the phone zooming in on the puppy in his lap.

"Actually it's his family's dog. Her name's Pumpkin and he goes home as often as possible to see her. A small two hour train ride to be exact." You sigh briefly "I've never really liked Terriers as a dog breed but that one's so cute.."

"Is the dog cute or is it the guy holding her?" Mikasa questioned with a little smirk.

"Not helping Mikasa.." Eren interjected "What are you even thinking? No matter if you like professor Arlert or not he has to keep it professional and so do you."

"Eren, look at the puppy." You took your phone from Sasha turning the screen back to face him.

He glanced down at the image then back into your eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Puppy!"

"Creepy!" He pressed the power button on your phone and you deflated against Sasha's legs letting your phone turn over onto its face.

"I'll never understand why you don't go for a degree in hacking or something the way you always manage to pull up information on people." Mikasa shook her head.

"Probably going to be stuck with more math classes for one and secondly when I become a supervillain I don't need everyone knowing it was apart of my major." You replied, with an exaggerated eye roll.

Sasha shrugged, "If it was your major I'm pretty sure everyone would understand your descent into madness."

"I can't believe you just said that.." Eren groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Me or her?" You asked

"Yes!"

~~~~

Thursday came too soon. Or maybe you should say, finally Thursday is here! You jumped back and forth between the two but by the time you slid into the honestly uncomfortable classroom seat and placed your bag between your legs you knew exactly what you felt.

"Professor!" A female's voice caught your attention and you turned slightly to see a short brown haired girl running into the classroom.

"You were right about what I was missing! Once I applied what we talked about in office hours it became so simple."

"That's what I like to hear Petra." He winked as he flipped through a stack of papers on his desk.

Wait, had he always done that to all the students or had you just not noticed last time? You felt your shoulders hunch but they were instantly picking back up again as he slid a piece of paper onto your desk.

"You did pretty well on that practice test. Seems like you'll be up to speed in no time." He smiled, a deep warm smile that made your stomach squeeze.

Your lips curled upwards and you quickly moved to hide it behind your paper as he walked away.

"You too huh?"

You felt your skin practically vibrate but you hoped and prayed it wasn't too noticeable.

"Wh-what?" You glanced over at the girl Petra who sat only one desk away from you. Her features flat and her eyes dark in the middle an almost scary contrast from earlier.

"You're into him too?" She muttered

Was it that obvious? Stupid question. How could you be so obvious?

"I don't think you'll win out." She continued and before you could question it, she pointed to the back row.

It seemed almost like a tussle as Mr. Arlert was being held hostage by another young female holding his hand. He smiled mildly awkwardly as he spoke with her, nodding his head to everything her and the other girls surrounding her said. The first girl running a thumb over the back of his hand.

You felt your skin prickle and you exhaled loudly. "So.. I'm guessing you too.."

Petra blinked at you then quickly shifted around in her seat. Mr. Arlert quickly approached the front of the room clapping to get the classes attention. And with that the lesson was beginning.

You noticed from the clap at the beginning of class to the last word uttered that not one word in Mr. Arlert's lesson had actually registered in your mind. Your thoughts too full of Petra's words, her blank almost villainous expression as she'd talked.

And that girl's hand. That annoying girl in the back row. You peeked your head back there looking at the now empty chair. In fact the entire classroom was empty and had been for at least 15 minutes since you continued to struggle with stuffing your binder back into your apparently shrunken bag.

"Need help?"

You bit your lip and looked away as he came closer. You weren't really standing up straight but you immediately noticed the way he towered over you. His fingers so delicate in the way they brushed over yours sliding the irritating object into the confines of your bag.

"Thank you.." You whispered

He chuckled, "No problem, happy to help."

His eyes didn't leave yours for an almost uncomfortable amount of time so you shifted your feet backing away a little. He seemed to notice and placed a hand on the back of his neck, backing up himself.

Oh no. Now he was getting uncomfortable.

He made his way back over to his desk but not before you'd slipped in something to ease the tension. "Sorry for over staying my welcome.."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You're not bothering me plus there are no classes in here for two hours after mine on Thursday. You can stay as long as you'd like."

"O-oh." You face palmed internally at your stupid reply. "So.." You began again. "Do you mind if I asked you how you're such a young professor.."

His eyes flickered up from the work he'd been filling out. "Well, I skipped a couple grades and I was in college by 15. I'm actually still in college now but I was an assistant teacher at 18 for about three years for a high school a couple blocks from here before I became a full fledged teacher and then I worked at the same school as a teacher for three more years before I finally left and started teaching here."

It should've been obvious from the start that he'd worked tireless hours of school to get here at such a young age. Not to mention probably having worked just as hard in the gym. He'd only leaned back a little bit in his chair but it was enough for you to have a perfect mental image.

Your eyes flicked up to his much softer more.. Arlert like smile? Maybe? It just felt like the kind of smile he'd give a friend and less like the smile he used in the classroom. Not that that one felt fake, just.. different.

"Do you.. I mean.. have you always had girls?.." His eyebrows scrunched as you spoke. You pointed to the back of the classroom. "You're young I mean, do girls always touch you like that?"

He blinked up at the ceiling then back down to you. Your breath hitched as he pulled himself up from the desk walking closer to you.

"As soon as they find out I'm not that much older than them? Yeah."

You probably should've stopped but your brain was suddenly working independently. "Does it?.. Do you like that kind of attention?"

He sat down on the desk crossing his arms over his chest and his leg over his knee. He spoke his head. "Not normally no."

"Normally?"

He stood again but this time he stopped directly in front of you. Sharp blue eyes cold and yet warm and vibrant. The desk creaked under your weight as you leaned back into it. His hands at your sides, his breath tickling your upper lip.

His thumb came up to graze your cheek but was quickly removed and planted back on the desk. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded way too eagerly and-

So so so much softer than you'd even thought imaginable. His nose rubbed against yours and he was pulling away. Too soon.

You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him back to you. Immediately delighted by the warm touch of his pretty pink lips.

He pulled back and you yanked him forward. Over and over again with soft peppered kisses. And then one slightly longer one where he was comfortably mushing his lips against yours.