#Would u join me in the shower??? Y or n??

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CABINFEVER:

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

(anyone else green)

warnings: SMUT!! nsfw 18+ (loss of virginity, unprotected + no pull out…assume ur on birth control)

authors note: love a little sweet smut matt moment 🫶 also imagine the world wasn’t falling apart and there was still snow 🤪 HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE!!

summary: you and a group of your friends rent an airbnb cabin up in the mountains for a winter get away, but it’s short on beds. You settle for a bench and Matt takes the couch next to you, but things heat up when you get cold…

word count: 2,915 W

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“HOLY FUCK! it’s FREEZING out” yelled Nick slamming the door behind him. He was the last one inside the cabin and join the rest of you in stomping the snow off your shoes and hanging up various layers of winter-wear. You and a group of 7 of your friends decided to rent an airbnb up in the mountains in New Hampshire for a week to have a cozy vacation. You planned to sled, go on winter walks, make cookies and cozy drinks, play games, and just enjoy being together away from the rest of the world. The only problem was not all of you going had a budget like the triplets, Larray, and Madi. even though they offered to cover for the rest of you, it didn’t seem fair. so you settled on a slightly more quaint cabin instead of a big mansion. the catch was that there were only three bedrooms. You were always easy going and determined that everyone else be happy, so you had made peace with the fact that you’d probably end up on a couch long ago.

“so who’s gonna be living room buddies with me, huh?” you questioned.

“guess that would be me” said Matt, with a sheepish smile.

No surprise, really. Matt was an angel to everyone, so of course he’d be the first to say he’d take the undesirable sleeping spot. you grinned back at him, maybe a little too much. You’d been close to the triplets since you were kids, but Matt had always been your favorite. You related to his quieter side and always had a soft spot for him. A soft spot that went deeper than you wanted to admit in the last few years. Matt was always good looking, but lately something felt different…even though you’d never tell him that.

“i can live with that” you attempted to joke. The living room was beautiful, but large and drafty. there were a few armchairs, but only one oversized couch. next to it was a big window that had a little nook fitted with pillows.

“you take the couch, yn” Matt said, gesturing with his head.

“wha—no way. then where will you sleep?”

“I dunno i’ll figure it out don’t worry bout it. I’ll grab a beanbag or make a pile on the floor” he said blowing you off

“Nuh-uh. no way. you take the couch, i’ll sleep on that window thing”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah a hundred percent”

“Mmmm okay, but if you wanna switch at any point just tell me okay seriously” the genuine concern in his wide blue eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. truth be told, you really didn’t mind this set up because you’d be sleeping just a few feet away from him.

“Deal” you smiled back at him.

The group of you had a perfect evening. it was like something out of a hallmark movie, but by 2am everyone was going to sleep. Matt showered upstairs, which gave you time to get ready for bed and throw on your lame excuse for sleepwear—an oversized tshirt that hung to just above your knees. you’d never wished you’d overpacked and brought shorts more. you tried to cover up your exposed skin with blankets as you heard creaking from the steps. Matt trotted down in flannel pants and a black tank, hair still damp and clinging to his face from the shower. seeing him like that made your throat grow dry.

“Y’tired?” Matt asked, arranging his pillows on the couch so that his head would be by yours, your bodies creating a right angle on their separate resting spots.

“eh, not really. you?”

“nah, not so much. bit of a night owl lately, i guess.” he said, sitting down and beginning to rummage through his bag. you laughed.

“name a time in your life you’ve ever been a morning person?” you teased

“hey shhh i could be if i tried.” he shook his bag vigorously

“shit. think i forgot my phone charger”

“oh i have one, you can use it” you said hopping up to grab your stuff. you strode across the room towards your suitcase without thinking, but suddenly felt heat on the back of your neck like you were being watched. you glanced back at Matt and just barely caught him staring at your bare legs before he quickly looked away. you’d completely forgotten about your choice of outfit and felt embarrassment flush your cheeks.

“here y’go” you said shoving the wires in his direction, avoiding his eyes.

“uh thanks” he said, with equal avoidance. you reached to turn off the last light in the room in hopes that would drown out the awkwardness. Before you knew it the two of you were laughing and chatting away in the strained moonlight leaking in from the window. This went on for about 20 minutes before the chill coming from outside started to get to you. your teeth chattered slightly. mid sentence, Matt halted.

“what’s wrong?”

“oh nothing, just a little breezy here, it’s fine”

“what? you can’t sleep there then! you’ll get sick!” his protective nature was borderline heart melting.

“Matt c’mon. I’m not that weak, i’ll be fine. I’m not making you sleep here”

“Then share the couch with me at least”

his offer caught you off guard and you paused for a second, processing before answering.

“you sure?” you asked, unsteadily. another small moment of silence. was he regretting what he’d offered?

“yeah, of course” You detected a small crack in his voice.

“I don’t wanna crowd you—“ he cut you off

“y/n it’s fine seriously, just c’mhere. it’s just me, don’t be weird.” he answered, sounding almost more like he was trying to convince himself than you. you crept over to the couch. Matt was on his side, already holding his blanket up with his arm to give you a spot to slide into. at first you laid down face to face with him.

“hey” he said quietly, inches from you. you smiled up at him. it made your heart race to see him from this angle, this close. you were sure he could hear your heartbeat if you stayed like this a second longer, so you rolled over so your back was to him. matt made a funny noise, almost like he was clearing his throat. your knees hung off the couch slightly, so you backed up to not fall off. Matt let out a strained cough.

“Matt are you okay? you sound like—“ you started to turn your head to face him, and inadvertently twisted your hips against his body. you felt his hand latch onto your waist, halting it. he winced and let out a small hiss

“y/n please” tumbled out of his lips, his whole body going stiff.

“Matt what’s wrong? I—“ suddenly you became away of a hardness pressing against your lower back and ass. your breathing hitched. Matt was hard. and you could feel it. Matt was hard and was pressing against you, hell it had been caused by you.

“oh my god” you whispered.

“fuck y/n i’m so sorry—holy shit. this is awful. i feel disgusting. i never wanna make you uncomfortable i—“ he began to babble sounding on the verge of tears

“Matt no—“ he rolled onto his back looking up at the ceiling. you turned onto your side to face him.

“No, y/n. this is so bad-oh god. i was worried this would happen, i mean being anywhere near you i’d worry about that, but i thought i could control myself and fuck i’m so sorry“

“wait what do you mean you worried?”

“come on, y/n. you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. of course i’d worry, but you’re also one of my best friends so—“

“you think i’m beautiful?” matt paused and looked at you in the eye.

“are you joking, y/n?” you shook your head.

he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world” you exhaled rockily, scanning his eyes.

“and i can’t believe this is how i’m telling you that or i did anything to make you feel—“

“Matty, stop” you said, putting a hand lightly to his chest. it heaved at your touch.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, at all. i just never knew you saw me the way the way i see you”

“y’mean you—?” you bit your lip and smiled at him, nodding. he let out an exhale of relief and excitement and smiled back at you. he inched closer to your face, hesitantly.

“can i kiss you?” you nuzzled your nose slightly against his.

“yes, Matt” he leaned the rest of the way in and gently pressed his warm pillowy lips against yours. the feeling was better than you could’ve ever imagined. he pulled away, not wanting to seem too eager or pushy, and waited for you. you glanced from his eyes to his mouth before pushing back against him. this kiss was different from the last. there was fire and passion to it. your lips began to meld together, creating a rhythm as his hands reached for your waist. you wrapped an arm around his neck and ran your hand through his hair, which resulted in a huffing of air from his mouth into yours. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you immediately granted. you pressed your lower half against his. he grunted and squeezed your hip. smiling against your lips he rasped out

“careful there, problem from earlier is not exactly gone yet” your stomach flipped

“good” you breathed out, pressing your bodies flush again. he looked at you wide eyed, his pupils dilating, before diving in for the heaviest kiss yet. you lifted your leg up slightly, wrapping it around him. the move caused your shirt to slide up to the top of your hip. matt ran his hand up your thigh and gripped your ass causing you to let out a small whine. he bit at your lip slightly and used this new hold on your lower half to move himself between your legs further and on top of you. he pulled away from you to take off his shirt and you felt heat electrify your body at the sight of him uncovered in the weak blueish light. he smiled at you shyly before kissing you again. one strong hand began to trail over the sensitive skin of your stomach, up your shirt, sending ripples of buzzing through your body as the tips of his hand approached your braless chest. Matt ran his fingers delicately over your nipples, hardening at his slightly cold touch. you shuddered.

“can i take this off?” he said, tugging at the hem. you nodded vigorously and helped him pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you fought the urge to cover yourself as his eyes engulfed the sight of you.

“god you’re so perfect” he almost moaned out. you giggled and tightened your legs around his lower half, encouraging him back down to you gently. the feeling of his warm bare chest against yours made you let out a sigh. he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, breathing hot warm air against your sensitive skin before gently sucking and pulling through his teeth. you whimpered into him, wrapping your hands back into his hair. he retaliated by starting to grind his hips against your heat, the feeling of his hard on painfully present. your two most desperate spots only separated by your underwear and his pj bottoms.

“Matt—“ you moaned out

“hmmmm?” he hummed into your neck. you needed him in ways you couldn’t explain. you squirmed beneath him. he pulled away to look at you and raise an eyebrow.

“what is it, beautiful?” he cooed, making you flustered. you pushed your hips back up at him, unable to come up with words.

“ohh i see” he chuckled out. you felt a flash of embarrassment and tried to cover your hands with your face. he grabbed your wrists lightly and lowered them.

“Want me to make you feel good, ma?” he said softly into your ear as he dragged his hand down your stomach and to the waistband of your underwear. you whimpered, desire crying out for contract between your legs. he lowered his fingers over the thin cloth that covered your pussy and dragged them up and down, giving you a teasing amount of friction.

“more, Matty, please” you cried out. he gingerly pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers along your dripping folds

“god you’re so wet” he whispered out in awe, looking down at you , hungrily. he seemed almost in a trace, but the torment was too much for you. you grabbed his wrist and guided his hand, positioning his finger tips at your entrance. his breathing shallowed as he looked up at you while inserting his digits deep into your core. you became a mess as Matt continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them upwards expertly.

“fuck i could watch you like this forever” he panted

“mmmm feels—ss—so good, matt”

“god you don’t know what you’re doing to me, ma” your walls clenched at the thought of his hard length. you reached down between your bodies and palmed at his crotch. he let out a groan. his impressively large hard on throbbed under your touch, straining against his pants.

“oh my god, y/n” he mumbled, closing his eyes. you’d never seen anyone look so sexy before.

“Matt, I want you” you gasped, without thought. his eyes flickered open, his pupils were blown.

“Are—are you sure?” he said, struggling to breathe.

“I’m sure” Matt reached to untie his drawstring. you watched him, closely, as he loosed his pants and lowered them. your mouth watered at the sight of his large rock hard dick slapping against his stomach, the tip already dripping precum. he leaned back over you and began to line himself up with your entrance. nerves shot through your body.

“wait matt”

“what? whats wrong? should i stop?” he said, looking up at you with worry

“No, no definitely not, i—i just—i haven’t done this before?”

“Oh” he said smiling with relief

“Are you sure you want to? we can wait i’m fine to wait. i don’t wanna do anything you’re not ready for”

“NO!” you said a little too eagerly “I really want to” you finished shyly

“Okay” he chuckled. He realigned himself and gave you a gentle kiss

“This is probably gonna hurt a bit, okay? we can stop any time you want to” you nodded and he began to push his tip slowly into your entrance. you cried out at the feeling of him stretching your insides so much. he paused for a moment.

“do you want to stop?” he said sweetly

“No. keep going” you said wincing. he pushed himself to the base of his cock and moaned at feeling you completely around him. he slowly began to slide himself in and out of your pussy. the pain started to turn into pleasure.

“go faster, matty, please” he listened and began to pick up his pace, creating a delicious rhythm and hitting your sweet spot deep inside of you with each thrust. you let out a string of curses and cries at the sensation.

“fuck you feel so good around my dick, baby”

“oh god don’t stop”

“you like that, sweet girl”

“yes—fuck yes—i like it so much”

“you’re so fucking perfect, princess. god i love being inside of you”

“Matt—oh my god—fuck—I—“ you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach as your buildup started to reach its peak.

“you gonna cum, sweetheart?” Matt lowered one of his hands to press on your lower stomach, where he was deep inside of you. your vision began to blur.

“Let go, baby. Cum for for me” your hearing buzzed and you saw flashes of white as you came undone. Your walls clenched around Matt’s cock causing his thrusts to become sloppy.

“fuck, gorgeous i’m close—where do you want me to—“ he panted out

“just keep going, matty” you cooed still coming down from your high

“wh—you-you sure?” he questioned fighting off his release

“yes, don’t stop. keep going for me”

“oh my ffu—god-yes—anything for you” he stuttered

“fuck baby i’m gonna cum”

“yeah? cum inside me, matty, please”

“OH GOD FUCK Y/N”

“i wanna feel you cum”

“OH—IM CUMMING—OH FUCK—“ Matt cried out thrusting into you, wildly. He halted deep inside you as he released hot spurts of his cum into your core. he collapsed, panting heavily. after a moment, he pulled out and quickly leaned back down to give you a kiss before reaching to grab you your shirt. you smiled at each other, sheepishly, as you got redressed. he pulled you tightly against him and ran his hand down the back of your head, soothingly.

“How was that?”

“Perfect” you mumbled into his chest, breathing him in.

“Yeah?” he chuckled into your hair. you nodded.

“I’d say so too.” he said.

“I’ve always dreamed of getting to hold you like this” he whispered

“really?”

“mhm”

“me too” he paused for a moment

“what would you think of maybe being something where we could always be like this?”

you pulled away to look at him and he grinned at you. you pulled him in for the biggest kiss you muster.

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why am i gonna cry? WHY CANT THE MEN I MAKE UP IN MY HEAD BE REAL.

[umeoniii]

can you do bestfriend mikasa catches u masturbating and joins in? 🤭

bestfriend mikasa catching u masturbating

!: fem bodied reader, voyeurism, masturbation

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you sat on your bed, doing nothing but scrolling through your phone. your roomate mikasa was out to a party and would’ve been out until late. it was a very nice night and you should’ve just joined mikasa, but you decided it would be best to just stay home.

you got up and took a shower, then put on your pajamas and got back into your bed. you sat on your bed staring up at the ceiling thinking about your friend. you lowkey missed her, you didn’t like when she left you alone.

suddenly you felt an urge. a feeling of arousal, a longing for touch. the only touch in which you could receive was that of your own.

you reached under your bed to the shoebox filled with your personal possessions. you scrambled through your stuff pulling out your clear dildo.

you sat back up and pulled down your shorts and panties spitting on your fingers and rubbing it on your cunt. you held the dildo and pushed it inside yourself stifling a small moan.

you pushed the dildo in and out of yourself slowly. your soft hands went up your shirt as u squeezed your nipples. you gasped softly trying not to make so much noise. tears pricked in your eyes as your breathing got heavier each thrust. you shut your eyes tightly, your hands becoming shakier.

“hey what-” mikasa gasped peaking her head through the door.

her eyes went down to the dildo, still sunken into your wet pussy.

you covered your eyes with your arm closing your legs, embarrassed from the way your roomate saw you.

you felt the bed sink as mikasa sat down, her finger trailing your body. she kissed you softly on the lips before going down to your cunt. she forced your legs open and pulled out the toy, a string of cum stretching along with it.

she moved back to the bottom of the bed stuffing her middle and index finger into you causing you to gasp.

“the party ended earlier than i thought, someone snitched so like everyone had to leave.” she laughed softly thrusting her fingers into you. “sasha took me home, and never did i think i’d walk into you doing this.”

you felt your face become hot with embarrassment. she then removed her cum stained fingers and attached her mouth to your pussy.

she lapped and licked your sensitive clit causing you to squirm under her.

“oh my goodness mika.” you gasped, hands entangled in her black hair.

her tongue slipped into your hole, goin inside and out of you receiving nothing but soft whines from you as her hands groped your plush thighs.

while she continued to lick she grabbed the dildo from the side of you and slid it back into you. she pushed it in and out, cum coating it.

you held onto the covers as she sped up the pace, your cunt tightening around it.

“i hope you know y/n, you get very loud and these walls are very thin. there’s a whole lotta nights where i can hear you trying your hardest to be quiet.” her low eyes looked at your embarrassed face.

you felt the dildo rubbing your g spot, filling you and slamming into you. you rolled your hips, crying out mika’s name.

“mika m’ gonna cum.” you gasped

“okay” she kissed the inside of your thigh, watching you under her.

you slid your hand to rub your clit, biting the inside of your lip. she looked up at you, your back arched and eyes rolling back as your orgasm caught up to you.

mikasa layed her head on your tummy, your stomach rising and falling as you caught your breath.

“i lied about the party ending, i didn’t even go. i just stood outside your door listening to you” she chuckled softly.

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Casanova (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s not the only person in his hotel room (and he really doesn’t want Derek to see who it is).  Request: The team finds out about bau!reader/spencer bc someone is unexpectedly at Spencer's Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Mild embarrassment, minor allusion to sexual activity Word Count: 625

MASTERLIST

The hallways of the backwater hotel were mostly quiet this early in the morning. The few occupied rooms were all shared by groggy BAU members who were, more than anything, ready to get the hell home.

Of them, Derek had been the most excited. Particularly because he had been locked out of his shared room.

Between heavy fists against the door, he waited as patiently as possible to learn the truth about what happened last night.

He wasn’t really mad as much as he was curious. When they’d returned from the bar, the faint noises of pleasure and the Do Not Disturb sign were enough for him to figure out what had happened.

Yet no one had seen Spencer flirting with anyone at the bar, nor notice when he left.

Eventually, a bed-headed Spencer answered the door. He didn’t remove the chain, however, and he almost seemed surprised when the door stopped short.

“One second,” he mumbled before closing the door.

When he opened it again, sans chain, he leaned against the wall. He’d done it both to prevent Derek from looking in and—more importantly—to stop him from entering.

“Good morning, Casanova,” Derek teased, much to the chagrin of Spencer who only nodded at the reference.

“Sorry. Good morning.”

Derek noted that all he was wearing was boxers. With the most basic deduction, and the distant sound of a running shower, he could only assume that the woman inside was even more scantily clad.

“You know, you’re real lucky that Rossi hadn’t gone to sleep by the time I got back,” he chuckled. “You better have a damn beautiful excuse for locking me out.”

Spencer hadn’t appreciated the lecture so early in the morning, but he went along with it.

After all, he was in a very good mood after a very nice night.

“Now let me in to get my stuff, then I’ll be out of your hair again,” Derek offered kindly.

Once he took a step to enter the room, however, Spencer blocked him and immediately tried to shut the door again.

“U-uh, no, actually, sorry, I uh— I think she wants her privacy. You know.” 

Derek eyed the shifty man before commenting, “It’ll only be a second. She’s in the shower, she won’t even notice.”

“Yeah, but, you know, just in case.”

As if to prove his point, the shower turned off right on cue.

“See?” Spencer motioned toward the sound of happy humming echoing in the bathroom. Then, more hurried, “Okay… bye!”

That time, it was Derek’s turn to block the door with his foot. He continued his attempts to peek past Spencer, but the boy wonder was steadfast in his attempts to stop him.

“Oh, she’s real pretty, huh?” he teased.

“Yes, she is, so get out of here!” he begged.

At that same moment, as the two bickering boys were caught in a battle of wills, Emily approached them.

Uninterested in whatever the two were discussing, she waved her phone between them.

“Have either of you heard from (y/l/n)?” she asked with utmost concern. “She told me she would catch up with us this morning, but I haven’t seen her.”

A pause. A single moment of silence as Spencer tried to will the gears in Derek’s head to slow down.

But if he hadn’t already figured it out, he would soon.

“Spencer~!” you called from the bathroom.

The jig was up.

Derek immediately burst into a fit of laughter. In a show of mercy to the poor boy, he finally removing his foot from the door now that it didn’t matter anymore.

Beside him, Emily’s lips pressed together in an attempt not to join in the joy of his downfall.

“Never mind,” she strained, “I think I found her.”

Want more? This blurb is actually an excerpt of my existing work, Late Night & Bar Lights! Read part one here! 

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tell me i'm good | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: ohmygod you guys why did this take me like almost 3 weeks....... mnadfahsdf anyways um this might be like the last chapter idk ???!!!! what would you guys like me to do.... cos im kinda losing my grip on coryo rn, im at the end of my tbosas copy and im just so disgusted w him idek ???? but uhh yeah. sorry i'm a bit of a mess lately. i did have some little things i could be including in further writings, like y/n meeting tigris, or y/n reuniting w coryo after he returns from 12, but there's not much material for like whole chapters, idk. hope you at least enjoy this and let me know if u guys have any ideas!! happy reading <3

previous chapter

coryo masterlist main masterlist

word count: 4.2k

themes: little angst, smut

warnings / disclaimers: smut, fingering, praise, sorta sub!coryo cos that's what i live for. coryo has a praise kink, sue me

gif credit goes to author / owner &lt;3

usually Coriolanus would feel unease in a rich family’s home, like y/n’s was. unease because he felt like he belonged there, in homes like that, but he didn’t exactly deserve to. the snow name had fallen to ruin and bankruptcy because of district twelve, and they’d been living in hunger with barely any money since then. it had made Coriolanus lose the confidence he wanted to regain, about himself and the way he carried his family name. 

he always put on a certain stance and grace when walking into homes like this, a way that would never make the hosts doubt he came from a place any different than this. being in homes like this made him feel ashamed of his living conditions. he was grateful towards Tigris for putting in her efforts to upkeep their home, but he could never escape the fact that this wasn’t how they were supposed to live, it gnawed at him day and night. and when he was in homes like this, Coriolanus felt uneasy because his home was nothing like these ones.

but when it was just him and y/n in her shower, her bathroom and her bedroom, he felt none of that unease or shame. he did feel a little envious, but that’s where it ended. the other spiteful and loathing feelings he usually felt were gone. perhaps it was just her effect on him that did it, but he felt like admitting that would make him vulnerable. he knew it, just didn’t want to admit to himself. to her – always. he couldn’t hide her effect on him if he tried.

the one difference he realized between her home and his was that the outside world was completely quiet here. from the snow penthouse Coriolanus could hear street noises – rats, people, cars, trams. grandma’am’s singing was really the worst of the noises, but that was a different case. it almost spooked him how quiet it was here. he liked it. lying beside y/n in her bed, both of them wearing pyjama shirts and underwear, he glanced at her reading a book that looked older than anything he’d seen before.

“i thought most books were burned in the war, or even in the old world,” Coryo admitted to her and watched as corners of y/n’s lips tugged into a gentle smile at that. she had her back against the headboard, and could look down at Coryo. she didn’t, her eyes were still on the tiny words printed on the pages.

“they were,” she said, “my mother got only three as a gift when she was a kid. they were her most prized possessions, she always had them with her.” y/n sighed. “they survived the war, it seems, and everything else, and joined my father’s library.” she finally looked at him and smiled. she closed the book, but not without leaving a bookmark where she had stopped, and shoved it onto her nightstand. she shut off the light and slid to lay beside Coryo. her hand under her pillow, she looked at him moving to lay on his side to face her, tucking his hands under his pillow, too. she smiled and Coryo mirrored that, too. 

“grandma’am has some books at home,” he said to her, “but i’m sure she hasn’t touched them in ages,” he added and made y/n laugh. 

“do you think Lucy Gray has books at home?” y/n asked suddenly, and Coryo’s expression changed. he’d completely forgot about her until y/n mentioned her just now. she was still in the arena, hiding from Coral and the others. y/n looked into his eyes as the motions changed in the blue of them. “her songs do sound like ones from a book,” she added in an innocent voice, still waiting for any sort of answer from Coryo.

he huffed. “they sure do,” he replied quietly, shortly, “but they’re her own. at least the ones she’s sang so far,” he said then and looked down between him and y/n. 

“i really loved the one she sang when you were supposed to have your interview,” y/n admitted, “the very first words, something about when she was younger, she fell into hollers and now when she’s a girl, she fell into that mystery boy’s arms. those really touched my heart,” she said with a smile and still looked to Coryo. he shyly looked into her eyes, “made me think of you.” she all but mumbled quietly. 

he made a half-smile. “really?” he asked and she confirmed with a nod. 

“sounds like me and Lucy Gray were both angry little ladies when we were younger,” y/n said and rolled over onto her back, “i certainly was. gave my parents and the babysitters pains,” she sighed, “i do regret being hard on them, but i never regret anger that i had, whatever it might have been about.” she turned her head to Coryo, who had suspected that she’d turned away from him all together by laying on her back now. but she didn’t turn away. just felt shy. “mother used to say there would never be a boy who liked me if i was always this angry,” y/n said and hummed quietly. 

“well, she was wrong,” Coryo immediately said and reached a hand out to stroke her delicate cheek, “i like you, and not just because you’re angry, but it’s a good characteristic to have,” he said and it made y/n turn to lay on her side to face him again, a smile on her face. he did like her anger, it showed courage. but it unnerved him sometimes, just like Sejanus did when he spoke up against teachers, dr Gaul or anyone else higher standing. y/n and Sejanus could both get into serious trouble just by being themselves. oh, but isn’t it fun, Coriolanus, to have such strong, different people around you?

“that will prove her wrong when we tell her about us,” y/n said in a hopeful voice, and Coryo nodded before he could respond otherwise. he wanted to give her a smile, but instead he gave her the ghost of one, his thoughts slithering away elsewhere. 

“do you think... it’s good arms that you’re falling into? my arms?” he asked, wondering the worth of those lyrics to her. and his worth to her, and overall. she’d practically just admitted that she had fallen into his arms, into him, so he had to know. he had his anxieties about what he did in the arena not too many hours ago, about what it could mean, what it could change, who would find out. now that his mind wasn’t entirely preoccupied with other things and she had reminded him about Lucy Gray, Coriolanus’ thoughts ran wild again. 

y/n put her hand on his cheek and stroked her thumb over his pearly skin. she wasn’t sure about her answer. believing Coryo was good was different than him actually being good, and she’d always believed her own good thoughts of people who weren’t entirely good rather than seeing them for who they truly were and accepting that. she knew Coryo wasn’t perfect, not really, under the surface, and sometimes he made very strange compromises. but not to her. he’d always been good to her. “i think so,” she said finally, quietly, “you’re good to me.”

he shook his head, and her hand moved to his lips and then back to his cheek again. Coryo felt a surge of euphoria at her fingers against his lips. “i try to be, but...” he looked into her eyes, “i don’t know if i am good.” he admitted and y/n’s eyes gave him a puzzled glance. “i couldn’t tell you before, but,” he took a deep breath, “i killed one of the tributes. in the arena.” he finally said, no distractions, no avoiding the subject, just straight-forward truth. laying himself and his actions out in the open. 

y/n’s eyebrows puzzled, then drew together as her eyes searched all over, then looked to a spot between her and Coryo. he’d killed someone. he’d killed a kid and then just gone to her home and... without telling her about it. truly, he was in shambles when she saw him, and could hardly get a word out, but... she took her hand away and curled it under her pillow. she felt used. she didn’t look at him, though Coryo wanted to beg her to do so, to say anything, do anything. anything other than this silence. 

“did you come here with... those intentions? did you want to just... sleep with me and then go back to your home?” she asked him finally, all kinds of thoughts were racing through her mind. “like i’m just some...” profanities circled her mind.

Coryo shook his head at her voiced assumptions and scooted closer to her under her covers. he’d made her upset, but not in the way he’d anticipated. girls do have a different view of everything, they really do. “no, no, it wasn’t like that at all,” he told her. wasn’t it? “i didn’t want to go home,” he said, “i just ran and ran until i recognized your house and... i just knew it was the right place to be. i couldn’t be with anyone else, y/n,” he almost pleaded. she gave him a glance.

“and what then? i wasn’t inviting you to do all these things to me, with me,” she said, suddenly feeling nauseaus from the thoughts she was having, the assumptions that clouded her mind and swam into her words, “you wanted to.”

“i did want to, and no, it wasn’t—ugh,” Coryo turned to lay on his back, “i just couldn’t bring myself to tell you then. you-you’re where i feel the safest. and... you are irresistible to me, as i’ve said before.” he turned to lay on his side again, where y/n had pulled into herself more, her arms around her own frame, eyes staring blankly into her bedding. “you’re not just someone to me, i would never use you like that,” Coryo assured her, and y/n looked into his eyes finally. he felt relief, if only momentary. she’d looked at him, at least, “i couldn’t even tell you what you mean to me. too much, is what you mean to me.”

he offered her a smile, but she just looked back at him. “so what we did wasn’t just a distraction for you?” she asked in a quiet voice, and Coryo shook his head, happy they were on the same page finally. 

“no, y/n, it meant the world to me,” he told her, “and so do you.” he promised and managed that smile again. she believed him. she didn’t care that it could make her a fool later – that was later, and not now. now she was his world, she was his solace, his comfort, his safe place. “i love you,” Coryo said. didn’t i tell you that already? he searched her eyes and she nodded, finally. 

“i love you, too,” she said back and Coryo held her face in his hands with her silent permission, “i just wish i could know what goes on in that head of yours,” she admitted, though fearing it may make Coryo lock himself up and never say a word to her again. some would call knowing what the other is thinking an invasion of privacy, but she didn’t see it that way, and neither did Coryo.

“i wonder the same thing about you,” he admitted back and y/n raised her eyebrows momentarily at that statement, a little surprised, though she was glad to hear that he felt the same way, “i never want to make you feel worthless to me, y/n, i—”

she shook her head, “you can’t really control that,” she pointed out.

“but i want to try,” he said, and thought that it would be best if he could control every aspect of how she felt about him or what he made her feel. her anxieties were out of his hands, but he wanted them to go away, and wanted to do his best for her to not have them at all. not plant the seeds for those anxieties. 

“tell me about it,” she urged him after again shaking her head gently at him. she tucked her face closer to his, “did you do it for Lucy Gray?” she asked and looked up into his eyes again.

“well, yes,” he answered, “but he would have killed me and Sejanus, too. it was...”

“self-defense?” she asked and Coryo nodded. “they sent you in there after him and didn’t even provide protection.” protection from who? kids who have been pushed out into an arena, onto a stage, and told to perform and survive? 

“that was the catch, yes,” Coryo said, “he ran after us, though he was limping, and attacked us. i didn’t...” he gulped and looked down, “i didn’t want to hurt him, but... i felt something, and i... couldn’t stop.” y/n looked into his eyes. “i don’t feel... i don’t think i’m the same anymore.”

y/n pulled him into an embrace, his head against her chest, damp curls tickling her neck, and held him tightly. it was almost like cradling him, so gently, comfortingly, offering her solace. she didn’t know what to say to him, what words to offer. it seemed they’d all ran out. the smart-mouth y/n had nothing to say for the first time in her life. 

“do you still think i’m good?” Coryo asked quietly, his voice muffled. y/n sighed, her eyelids fluttering, eyes turning glassy as no doubt Coryo’s were too, she could hear his voice on the whiny, sob tone. he needed comfort, reassurance.

“i think you can be,” she told him her honest thoughts quietly, despite knowing it wasn’t a direct answer to his question. Coryo gulped and pulled back, just to look at her, just to hold her, too. 

“tell me i’m good,” he pleaded and took her face in his hands again. y/n felt confused, and looked at him with eyes very much expressing that, but couldn’t stop herself from what she said next. 

“you’re good,” she assured in an unsure voice, and was taken aback by Coryo kissing her. hard, sudden, urgent, desperate. she could hardly draw breath, his teeth were clashing against hers, lips hungry on hers, tongue licking at her teeth, the inside of her mouth, hungry, starving, desperate, “you’re good.” she said again, still sounding unsure but less than the first time. Coryo whimpered into her mouth at her words, he felt himself twitch beneath the fabric of his loaned pyjama pants. seriously? he asked himself at first. but then, this is good. this is doing something good for you. listen to her, “you’re good, Coryo,” y/n gasped into his mouth. she could feel him against her inner thigh now that their bodies were intertwining again. Coryo moved his lips to her neck, nipping, licking, softly biting, suckling at her skin, drawing out the most delicious of noises out of her, only making himself more desperately aroused from it, more desperate for her, “Coryo, you’re...” she couldn’t even finish her sentence as she writhed in his hold, her hands grasping at the skin under his shirt, fingers teasingly slipping between his hot skin and the elastic of his pyjama pants. 

“say it,” he reminded her in a whisper, a request in the disguise of a whine. Coryo grinded his hips against y/n’s, drove his growing length against her cunt, and found warmth there immediately. y/n almost cried out her next words, the heat between her and Coryo making her nearly as desperate as him. desperate for each other, like bitches in heat.

“you’re so good, Coryo,” she squeezed out and pushed her hips up against his. she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back on the bed, his back on her soft-as-ever pillows, and his eyes looking up at her. she just adored the sight of him like this, but couldn’t hold herself away from kissing him, stopping her short adoration of him. he needed her. he needed her support. so she’d give him that. she had always been ready to do that. take care of him. she’d done that in another way time and time over already.

she took his hand and pushed it in her pyjama bottoms, and Coryo groaned, relishing at touching her at her most vulnerable part again, this ever-inviting slick warmth that was all his to touch, to please, to discover. 

“touch me, Coryo,” she breathed onto his lips, and he nodded in half a second. so compliant, so obedient, doing what he’s told. afraid for what may come if he doesn’t. afraid of the chaos that comes for not following orders. always melting like chocolate under her hot touch, compliant to her. his fingers ran through her folds, covered in slick, making her gasp and arch her back, hair in the air. Coryo watched her in awe, in adoration. she was a goddess above him. assuring him he was good, telling him what to do, listening to him, falling apart under his touch, such an effortlessly beautiful girl. he had lucked out. Coryo kept his eyes on her face as he pushed two of his fingers inside her walls. it made y/n sigh and shudder in relief, he was delicate on her soreness, like balm on a bruise, “Coryo,” she moaned and felt his fingers curl inside of her, making her eyes roll back into her head, “fuck, you’re so good for me, Coryo.” 

he nodded again, eyelids fluttering and lips stretching into a smile. her words and noises fed his ego and flattered his heart that so longed for words of praise and recognition. they also made his hard-on grow in his pyjama pants, and he felt kind of shameful for it. he grazed her walls with his fingertips and felt how it made her shudder sitting above him, her cunt squeezing him in, her thighs tightening around his hips—locked in. Coryo moaned, he felt his hand between his clothed, growing erection and her cunt, and it was the perfect squeeze. her warmth pressing against his own, pulling him in. he pumped his fingers faster inside her, delicious sounds from her cunt going straight to his erection.

“Coryo,” y/n mewled and rocked her hips on his hand. he could tell she was desperate, and that meant she was close, too. she was nearly crying, her soreness from before joining the immense pleasure Coryo was providing, “be good for me and make me come, Coryo, please,” she half-pleaded, half-commanded, and Coryo nodded again, beyond turned on but still so focused. his other hand reached around her hips and pushed a splayed palm on the small of her back, pushing her core more into his hand, down onto his length. y/n groaned and gasped for him, but she took his hand and guided it up her pyjama shirt, over her breast, and made him squeeze the flesh of it. that made her whimper and only yearn for her release more. she was oh-so-close, about to fall over that sweet edge for the second time that night. 

Coryo pulled his trump move of pressing a digit against her clit and ground his hips up against hers again, trying to maintain a rhythm, and knew that was it, he could feel the difference in her body immediately. she jerked, and her thighs trembled—she was so sensitive still—and she drew ragged breaths. y/n collapsed on top of Coryo as she came, uttering his name under her breath, and he drew his hand from under her shirt to wrap it around her frame to just make her feel his ever-long support. her hair in his face, they were both gasping for air, skin on skin, and Coryo didn’t even realise until he felt not just her wetness on his fingers, but his own under his hand, soaking through his pyjama pants, that he’d come, too. he hardly even felt it, unlike that first time just a mere hour or two ago. his cheeks blushed a bright pink on his pale skin and he tremendously, though stupidly, hoped she wouldn’t notice. 

but when she kissed his cheek and his neck after regaining herself, he sort-of forgot about the little detail, melting into her affections on him. “Coryo, you did so good for me,” y/n quietly praised him and then raised her head to look at him. he shyly looked into her eyes and managed a smile in response. what she did next surprised him immensely. she reached her hand into her pyjama pants and gathered her own white honeydew liquid on her fingers and then drew that hand of hers to Coryo’s own lips, “taste me,” she breathed with a compelling spell on her tongue that had Coryo not even thinking twice before he did as he was told. 

she slid her fingers in-between his pretty bow lips, watching it happen with hungry eyes all the while, and Coryo welcomed her digits with delight. his tongue swirled around her fingers as he sucked her liquid off them, and moaned at the taste of her, all the while keeping his eyes on hers. she grinned faintly, just adoring the sight of her fingers in his mouth, his messy curls and pink cheeks. y/n leaned down close to his face and pulled her fingers out slowly, his tongue following right after them. she trailed her fingers across his lips, tracing their edges and corners as Coryo parted them wider, she looked onto him with insatiable hunger, turning him into a complete puddle under her. she kissed his lips with her hand across his cheek, thumb digging into the corner of his lips, right in the middle of her kisses. it turned Coryo on again, even though he deemed it impossible. 

“how am i?” y/n asked quietly with a smile on her lips, and Coryo returned the expression. 

“sweet like sugar,” he told her the absolute truth, making y/n smile wider. he lightly bit into her thumb as he looked up at her, “we both need to change pyjama pants,” he said quietly, suddenly shy. y/n looked down at between them, which was the last thing Coryo wanted her to do, but the look on her face assured him altogether. 

“oh, Coryo, that’s alright,” she assured him about his accident and caressed his cheek with her hand, bearing the sweetest face of all as she looked at him, “don’t be sorry.” she pleaded and Coryo nodded with a true smile on his pink bow lips. he clearly enjoyed listening to her telling him what to do, and had no problem obeying her. “we’ll find some in the laundry room. but after that we’re really going to bed,” she said, and he nodded again, “you do need your rest for tomorrow.” 

right, tomorrow. the games were still on, and Coryo was required to attend. he should be walking into Heavensbee hall high and proud—if no one had killed Lucy Gray during the night, of course—acting his best and looking his best, pretending like there was not a scratch on him. another day, another act. though, could he really hide something like what he’d done tonight from the whole world? they were watching, for sure.

“will you be there with me, tomorrow?” he asked as y/n pulled him up from the bed, and she looked up at him with a special glint in her eyes. she could cry at his earnest question. he wanted her there. maybe her little fantasy of them walking into Heavensbee hall hand in hand finally could become reality. they’d kept up the casual classmate relationship appearance to everyone else so far, no one even suspected a thing of the slightest bit of friendship between them. it should be pretty obvious, but their classmates proved otherwise.

y/n squeezed his hand hard in hers and gave him the biggest smile, “of course i will,” she assured him, “if you want me to be there, with you, in front of everyone.” she pointed out and seemed to be asking him a question without actually asking him.

Coryo realized then that this night between them had changed everything. especially this last intimate exchange, but he didn’t exactly know why. it just had changed his whole attitude towards her and their secret friendship that had recently turned into a relationship. he didn’t even care that anyone knew now, in fact – he wanted to show her off to the whole world, he wanted them all to know that he was with her, that he had landed her, that he belonged to her. that was with him, that she loved him, that they loved each other. nothing else mattered to him, really. he forgot about the rest of the world when he was with her.

“i do want that, yes,” Coryo told her with pride on his face, “i want them all to see us.” he said simply, but implied much more, his eyes expressing conviction and charisma, and he made y/n smile wide. smile like she was the happiest girl in the world. with Coryo, she might just be that.

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[facefullofsadness]

can u write bbangsaz x fem reader bsdm non-con with like mommy kink? thank uu

-💋

these newjeans ones always be so kinky bro like not my babies! 😭

content - idol!bbangsaz x 6th member!reader (idol!au), not a lot of build-up or exposition/story, smut (threesome, non-con, blackmail, shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, bdsm themes, mommy kink, degradation, corruption kink, anal fingering)

wc - 2173

a/n - why is it so hard to find bbangsaz pics lmao, anyway I've been obsessed w this for days, minji and hanni are so fucking fine in this (unrelated to fic content but I needed to share :D)

hanni and minji were really good at acting like they liked you.

you were the last addition to newjeans after them already being 5 for a few months was decided. those two were deadset on them being complete at five members, but when ador told the girls that you would be added as a last minute addition, the two oldest girls were livid. dani, haerin, and hyein didn't mind, if anything they were excited to have another unnie. but bbangsaz felt threatened by your presence.

hanni was already the best vocalist and minji was a good contender for center, but both of those titles were swooped from their hands when you joined. not only had they assigned you as main vocalist, but also center. you were ruining everything the two oldest members had built in the amount of time they were five, and they had to stop you from getting too much power.

you three had left and went home after practice ended, the three younger members staying to get some extra practice in. you headed straight towards the shower and ran the warm water, getting in and letting it cascade down your bare body, relaxing under the warmth. suddenly, you hear the shower curtain slide open, feeling a strong grip around your wrists pinning you to the wall. your eyes shoot open to see a half naked minji towering over you, a half naked hanni outside the shower, holding up the camera you guys used for vlogs, arms crossed and a mischievous grin on her face.

"wh-what the fuck are you doing?!" you ask confused, raising your voice and trying to break free of minji's grip.

"putting you in your place princess! because that's what you are right, ador's princess?" hanni taunts behind the girl in front of you.

"what are you talking about?!" you continue to try and break free, turning red as you realize that you're literally wet and exposed to the two girls.

"stop being such a brat and quit fucking squirming my god, it's annoying," minji growls, digging her nails into your wrists, making you wince in pain.

"you took everything we worked so hard to get, I think it's only fair you give us something in return," hanni's voice echoes through the bathroom.

you panic and your heart beat starts to quicken with anxiety, "please! don't do this! stop, let me go!"

"shut the fuck up and just be the whore we know you are y/n. let us do what we want or else we'll make sure that video ruins your life," minji says lowly into your ear, her tone and breath making you shiver with fear.

"you heard her y/n-ie, just be our little slut and you'll be justtt fineeee," hanni says in a mocking tone, setting up the camera on the bathroom counter, entering the shower with you and minji.

your eyes start to water with tears as minji holds your hands behind your back and sucks at your neck, hanni's hands groping your tits and rubbing her thumbs roughly against your nipples.

"please stop!" you cry, sobs slowly starting to leave your throat.

hanni shuts you up by forcefully making out with you, shoving her tongue down your throat and whimpering in your mouth. you squirm in minji's hold and try to move away from the two girls forcing you into submission, but much to no avail as their touches and mouths just become more and more greedy with every kick of your legs and flail of your body. the tears that fall from your eyes join with the warm water hitting your cheeks as hanni pinches your nipples, making you scream on her tongue.

she pulls away and you sob hard, "please! let me go! what do you want, I'll do it!"

the two girls start to laugh on both sides of you, minji's laugh on your skin creating vibrations. she sighs, "you stupid little girl, can't you see we're already doing what we want and you're helping us. if you want to help even more, stop fucking resisting."

you close your eyes and hang your head in defeat, letting the tears escape and sobs leave your mouth. hanni continues to laugh in front of you, minji leaving hickeys wherever she wanted. you watch through clouded vision as the girl in front of you gets on her knees, parting your thighs and bringing her face close to your center.

"please..." you weakly sob out desperately once more, but it leaves in a whisper left ignored.

you feel a tongue flicking at your clit making you scream out and cry harder. joining hanni's tongue were minji's fingers, sliding between your entrance and teasing your hole.

she chuckles into your ear, "are you fucking wet?"

you shake your head, denying the accusation of the question. in truth, your body was betraying you, it was so sensitive to the girls' touches and advances so of course, the pleasure started building.

"no? why are you lying to me? you're obviously enjoying this if I could just slide right in..." minji slips two long fingers into your tight cunt.

hanni's mouth sucked so perfectly at your clit, tongue flicking against it inside of her mouth, minji's fingers found the delicious spot inside of you quick, curling her digits repeatedly against it at a pleasurable pace. you absolutely hated how good the girls felt fucking you as you sobbed with your head thrown back over minji's shoulder, biting your lip to suppress moans.

your body continued to betray you, feeling your hips grind down onto hanni's sloppy tongue and fucking yourself back against minji's skilled fingers.

the girl behind you whispers into your ear, "you like this don't you? your pussy just begging to get fingered and eaten out by us. bet you've been fucking yourself to the thought of this like the little horny bitch I know you are."

moans slip from your mouth and continue to fall out at her words, the feeling of her fingers now ramming into you and hanni's tongue spelling her name on your clit being so overwhelming. you feel the mouth on your pussy smile at your loss of control over your noises.

you begin panting and your moans get louder the closer to the edge they bring you. "wanna cum you little whore? want us to fuck you till you're begging for more?"

your eyes barely make out minji looking down at you. you don't respond, instead chasing for the release they built up inside of you. but of course, they take it away just as quickly, feeling the fingers deep inside slip out and the tongue swirling your throbbing clit slurp for the last time. you whine and whimper at the loss of contact and your thighs tremble, hanni holding your hips so you don't stumble and fall over.

you hear the sound of the water being turned off before they drag your drenched body into your room, manhandling you onto all fours. you're so dazed and confused, you barely process the lacey material tying your wrists together behind your back. your body jolts and you moan out as you feel a tongue thrust deep into your pussy, head collapsing against your mattress. someone pulls your head up by your hair and you open your eyes to see hanni sprawled out in front of you, legs wide open with her bare cunt.

"go on then, stop crying and put your tongue to good use," she says before forcing your face into her pussy, muffling your moans as minji eats you out from behind.

you go to work between her folds, sliding your tongue over her clit and burying your face between her legs, whining into her core as you feel the same movements being done between your own thighs. hanni moans melodically into the air at your tongue on her, giggling here and there at the reality of the situation, watching you intently eat her out like you wanted every bit of her cum down your throat.

she taunted above you, "thirsty there? and here I thought you didn't want this, turns out you just wanted to please us huh?"

you open your blurry eyes to look up at her, a sinister smirk on her lips, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. she caresses your cheek as another tear fell down your face, your crying never having stopped, petting your head with her other hand.

"keep going y/n-ie, turns out singing isn't the only thing that mouth is good for."

she suddenly pushes your head down into her, forcing your face further into her heat, making you insert your tongue into her hole and suffocate with your nose against her clit. her moans rile you on and you flick your tongue against her walls, whimpering into her pussy while minji continues to pleasure you from behind. you feel her thumb rub against your clit with her tongue mimicking the same movements inside your cunt, slurping noises and moans filling your ears as you fuck yourself back against her mouth.

hanni ruts her hips against you, her breathing picking up and head thrown back with her mouth wide open and eyes closed. you quicken your pace of your tongue, licking against her g-spot and humming into her pussy, rubbing your nose against her clit. her grip on your hair tightens and she thrusts herself into your mouth one last time, cumming down your throat as her thighs tremble around your head. you hear her heavy pants as you slow your movements, hands caressing your head and face.

you're so close to cumming too with minji behind you, but she suddenly pulls away, making you scream in protest. hanni's gentleness disappears right away, pulling you up making you face her, your back against minji's chest.

"what? you thought you were just gonna get off so easily? there are things you have to work hard for, you know that surely."

you sob uncontrollably looking up at her weakly as you beg, "pl-please! I'm sorry! fuck, just let me cum! I've done everything you wanted! I know I've been such a bad girl, but mommy, I deserve it! please just let me cum! please please! I can't take it anymore, just fuck me..."

you ramble with tears flowing down your face. hanni's eyes are wide with amusement and minji chuckles behind you, the two of them exchanging a look. they've ruined you, bad.

hanni pushes you back roughly against minji's chest, using her front to pin you against her.

"oh y/n, you really are just our little plaything now, aren't you? I hope you know what you're so desperately begging for."

you feel her fingers slip into your pussy and pump fast, screaming out at the sudden pace. your eyes shoot open as you feel fingertips circle your asshole, collecting cum and saliva around the area before pushing in, making you let out a deafening cry. both of the paces of their fingers in you are merciless, pumping in and out of you like they're taking turns. hanni's fingers would push in when minji's fingers would come out, pushing in with a harsh thrust when the other's fingers would come out.

minji's teeth sank into your skin, leaving indent marks all over your body, hanni leaving hickeys anywhere your skin wasn't red.

"fuckkkk!!! oh my god, yes give it to me!!!" you're so fucked out, tears a constant stream down your face, eyes rolled back, drool seeping out of your mouth hanging wide open, head thrown back.

they never let up with the speed of their digits. the squelching lewd noises coming from the sheer cum leaking out of your aching hole is so loud, adding on to the girls' heavy breathing and your blood curdling cries. the pleasure burns, your holes taking so much forceful pumping, but it hurts so fucking good. your back arches, pushing your tits against hanni, to which she pinches your nipples with her free hand, adding onto the blinding delight coursing throughout your numb body.

you feel your stomach churn at the feeling of your orgasm coming in fast.

"please don't stop, I'm gonna fucking-!" you never finish your whiney sentence, cumming with a scream.

your pussy squirts juices all over everything, hanni's arm and thighs are covered, your sheets are soaked, minji's knees bathe in the drenched material of your blankets. you swear you blackout, body jerking with every aftershock of pleasure that rolls over you. you let your body fall, collapsing against hanni, her pulling away and letting you flop onto the bed.

you feel minji's fingers withdraw from you, hearing the digits slip out with a pop from your asshole. you feel them both get up from your bed, leaving your limp and lifeless body to recover by itself, not even bothering to untie you.

as your vision and consciousness fades, you hear the faint voice of one of them say, "that better teach you to stay in your place."

[guillotinna]

I keep seeing these Gen z is task force 141 and I wanna join

Anytime you use a computer, you do that stupid movie hacker trope of exaggerated typing and say "I'm in"

Saying "POV" in front of sentences

In the group chat saying "1 like and I'll kms", liking your own message and then saying "damn guess I gotta"

I see a lot of these posts were Gaz and Soap would understand y/n....bffr, no those geezers would not

No one knows what the gen z kid is saying they just know it's probably not good

"You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?"

You have a small photo you keep tucked in your chest pocket and after enough times seeing you looking lovingly at it, one of the guys asks who it is. Is it a s/o from back home? 😏😏

You say no and pull out a photo card of your fave singer and they're like ??? Really

One time during a particularly physical scuffle with the enemy, you get thrown to the ground and huff out "one hop this time" only to promptly tackle tf outta your assailant while saying "take it back now yall"

Reads everyone's zodiac charts except ghost bc he won't tell his birthday let alone the time he was born so you just make one up

Price calls a 6 am meeting to which you say "double it and give to the next person"

*Alexa, play teenagers by MCR*

If you had time describe the base, you'd say it smells like ball sweat, blood and war crimes which everyone took offense to for different reasons

Would absolutely get soaps doodles tattooed

Actually speaking of which, imagine getting caught giving yourself stick and pokes with a pen and being banned from using pens period

You'd be in a meeting with a #2 pencil

Ofc a gen z member would be absolutely feral which very little regard for their own safety much to the dismay of the others

Quoting "Oh these aren't homemade, they were made in a factory....a bomb factory......they're bombs." All the time around soap even though he has no idea what you're talking about

You don't spent too much alone time with ghost bc he likes quiet and you can't be alone with your thoughts which is why you lean more towards spending time with soap or gaz

I just like puns so I'm gonna add this but gen z love borgs (a customized gallon jug of alcohol that is usually given a name) and yours is appropriately named taskforce 1-borg-1

this is mainly for my americans but i know pretty much the whole world got beef with engl*nd: before you met Soap, you thought the entire 141 was en*lish so when you finally did meet him, you said "oh thank god" with a sigh

americans 🤝 scotts

making fun of english "people"

"Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came fr-" "....sergeant, comms off please"

you show Ghost WAP and he has to take a walk

*price yelling at gaz and soap*: KYLE GARRICK AND JOHN MACTAVISH GET IN HERE- Y/n: oop not the government name

Another for my US baddies: if your'e ever arguing with any of the guys, the nail in the coffin would be "and it's called soccer"

"one more like and i'll-" "enough!"

you call Price "ms. girl" and he could not be more confused

someone asks "do you serve?" and u reply "yah, serve cunt"

when asked why you decided to join the military you said something like: "well i didnt think i'd live past 18 so when I did, i ended up here".....crickets from the rest of the team

"good thing we only have showers on base because i would have already taken a toaster bath by now"

ask Gaz "no bitches?🤨" one more time see what happens

price: the enemies have taken civvies hostage and blocked off all exits and entrances to the town-" y/n: "omg tea"

Also calling price "capt. Save-a-hoe"....I wanna be saaaavvveddd ;)

If you took a shot every time you said "rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, I dive in her cervix", you'd be dead lmao

When asked if they like the military they'd say "it was either this or the psych ward so yah, I'll take it"

Quoting MPGIS constantly and no one even sort of knows what that is ("Crack. Is that what you smoke? You smoke crack?")

Some detainee being interrogated is spilling some nonsense, so you hit them with "oh brother this guy stinks!" And then with the butt of your gun

"Little bad trini bitch but she mixed with China, real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to-" "SARGENT ENOUGH"

Falling asleep on team mates (minus ghost's) shoulders mostly because the most peace they get is when you're unconscious

*when y/n hears any slightly suggestive/dirty phrase*: what are we talking about 😏 (iykyk)

Same energy as: " born next to a nuclear power plant, has an IQ of 2 and was hit in the head with several Rocks as a child"

Vine quotes out the wazoo, it's just awful for the rest of the team lmao

Replying to everything with "on god?"

soap: "what are you 6?" y/n: "yah 6 inches deep in your mom".....you did not walk away from that unscathed to say the least...worth it tho

[golden1u5t]

Hiiiim new to ur page I’m blue nice to meet u I got a smut request for u if u would like to write it 😭

Could you please write something along the lines of: "You like being told what to do you get so smiley and shy when I compliment you, I think u like being worshipped do u? want me to worship you y/n?" or something similar. The new fem!reader joins the team and is a little shy. Every time Spencer compliments her, she gets nervous. Later, they work on a case where they have to stay in a hotel room together.

Hi blue, I'm Myra!! Welcome to my page!

this post is 18+

"What If he's saving them? The body parts." You thought aloud, twirling your pen between your fingers as you looked up at the rest of the team. You were the newest member so when everyone just stared at you, you thought that maybe your ideas was stupid. "Nevermind, I- I just thought-"

"No, you're right. That's why we can't find the missing limbs, he's keeping them." Spencer spoke up, he turned around to look at you for a second. "Thats good. You're good, Y/N."

You felt your face heat up at his compliment, suddenly sitting up straight and feeling the need to fix your hair. "Oh! Thank you, Dr. Reid."

He turned around to look at you from over his shoulder, a smile on his face before turning back around. You could feel the rest of the teams eyes on you and you could only hope that they hadn't picked up on your sudden nervousness. You excused yourself from the little room you all were gathered in at the police department, you needed to get out of the room with him before you embarrassed yourself.

--

"You did good today, you thought of things no one else had considered." Spencer smiled at you and set his bags on the bed he would be taking for duration of your stay.

"Thank you, Dr. Reid." You whispered and immediately shoved past him to hide your face but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back before you could. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over you, he could tell you were flustered but he just couldn't pin point why. He always has been oblivious to his attractiveness.

"You don't have to call me that." He mumbled, his hand loosening on your arm. He moved to take your bags off your shoulder and out of your hand. "Do you wanna shower first, pretty?"

Your eyes widened by a lot and you literally had a keep yourself from moaning so instead of sticking around you darted into the bathroom, forgetting about the fact your clothes and all of your hygiene products were in the room with Spencer but were too flushed to go back in there so the little travel sized products the hotel provided would have to do for the night.

While you were in the shower, Spencer sat at the edge of his bed trying to figure out why you were so flustered. It didn't click until he replayed the conversations he had with you throughout the day, that's when he noticed the pattern. You only got flustered after he'd compliment you or after he praised you for your good work. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"Spencer?" You cracked the bathroom door open and poked your head out, Spencer looked up at the sound of your voice. "Can you close your eyes? I don't have my clothes, only a towel."

"Of course." He stood up and moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed that faced the wall, even though his back to you he still closed his eyes like he said he would. You doubled checked that he wasn't looking before unwrapping the towel and and quickly put your night clothes on. You let him know that he could open his eyes, you put the rest of your things away and moved your bags to the floor before getting into the bed. "You wanna know something I figured out?"

"Sure, is it about the case? If so, we should probably call the team." You started to reach for your phone but Spencer quickly told you that it wasn't about the case. He walked around his bed and sat on the side of yours.

"You like being complimented, praised." He hummed. You dry chuckled and shook your head, starting to deny it and say that you didn't know what he was talking about. "You get all shy and flustered. I think you like it when I praise you. Can I do that, can I praise you more?"

You moved off of the bed, you weren't sure where you were going but Spencer pulled you back before you could stray too far. He pulled you closer to him until you were standing in between his open legs. "Spencer, I-"

"Tell me if I'm overstepping, Y/N. We can go to bed now and pretend it never happened." He whispered, he loosened his grip so you could easily slip out of his hold if you wanted to. You looked at him for a moment, heart beating fast in your chest. Your eyes darted down to his lips and back to his eyes. You could've slipped out of his hold and did what he said, go to bed and forget about it, but you didn't; you sat down onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Please?" You breathed against his lips, feeling him wrap his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer to him. Spencer brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head and crashed his lips into yours. Things escalated almost immediately, you tugging his shirt off while he took yours off. Spencer moved you onto your back and pushed your thighs apart to make room for himself. He nudged your jaw with his nose until you tilted your head back, he pressed his lips to your pulse point and smiled when he felt how fast your heart was beating.

"Can I?" He asked, his hand playing with the waistline of your shorts. You nodded you head but quickly voiced your approval when you noticed the look he gave you.

Spencer sat up and tugged your shorts and underwear down your legs, tossing them behind his head and leaning down to kiss you again. His hand traveled in between your bodies until he reached your cunt, his slim fingers running through your wet slit and smearing your arousal over your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

"You're beautiful." He looked down at you, looking at how your lips parted to let out some of the most beautifulest sounds he'd ever heard, sounds he would never forget, sounds he would replay in his mind over and over again. He moved his fingers from your clit to prod against your entrance before slowly pushing one finger inside, drinking in the soft moans you let out.

"Spencer, please- need more." Your hips rutted up into him, his fingers felt great but they weren't enough and he seemed to understand that with just those few words. Even though you knew he needed to take his fingers out in order to give you want you really wanted, you still whined out at the loss. Spencer grazed his wet fingers over your hip before leaning back on his legs and unbuckling his pants.

He had to get off of the bed in order to get his pants and boxers off but when he did he got back on the bed. You sat up on your elbows and looked down at his cock that rested over your cunt, eyes widening as you took in his girth. “Oh my gosh- i don’t- you’re big.”

You moved your hand and reached down to wrap your hand around him, your lips parted as you realized that your fingers didn’t connect. Spencer looked down at your hand wrapped around his cock, his hips jerked forward when you swiped your thumb over his red tip.

“You can take it, i know you can.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. Spencer's hips pushed forward into your hand when you started to move your hand, he caught your wrist and took your hand off of him. He sat up and hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you until they were flush against his abdomen. "Ready, pretty?"

"Yes, m'ready." You nodded, Spencer guided his cock through your folds to smear your slick before he slowly slid into you. Your head fell back as you gasped at the intrusion of his cock, the stretch was slightly painful. You hadn't been with anyone in a while, especially not with anyone as big as Spencer.

He kept his pace slow for you, steadying himself with his hand resting above your head. He pushed your thighs apart and you wrapped them around his waist, letting out a soft moan as the pain subdued and was replaced with pleasure.

Spencer kissed down your jaw and ghosted his lips over your collarbone. You used your legs to pull him further into you, whining when he pushed so much deeper into your cunt. "You want more?"

You nodded your head quickly. Spencer sat up and grabbed your hips, snapping his hips into your faster and harder. "You're so pretty, you look so good like this."

You mewled, face heating up and making you turn away from him to hide your face. Spencer chuckled and pulled out of you, hissing as he did so. You quickly looked at him with wide eyes but he laid down and pulled you on top of him before you could protest. You lifted your hips and held his cock as you sank down onto him, you moved your hands to his chest and started to ride him.

Spencer let you control your pace but he kept his hands on your waist. His chest rose and fell heavily as he watched your face twist in pleasure, he groaned lowly feeling your cunt squeeze around him.

"M'so close, fuck-" You cried out, hips lifting and dropping quicker. Spencer planted his feet onto the bed and started to lift his hips up to help you cum faster. Normally, you probably would've lasted a bit longer but not tonight, the feeling of his cock against your walls and all the praise he was giving you was starting to get overwhelming.

Your body fell forward as your orgasm finally shook you, you whined and moaned Spencer's name into his ear. Spencer's head tipped back as he felt himself about to cum, he quickly pulled out and started to stroke his cock to get himself off. When he came it was messy, his cum shooting up between you both and landing on his and your chest.

You sat up and huffed, pushing your hair out of your face and smiled down at him. "I think I like being praised by you."

"Of course you do." He chuckled and pulled you down to kiss him.

[cloud-acee]

[ breakfast bunch ]

office crush to lovers. wotakoi inspired. wc: 2757

the city was bustling with busy as per a usual weekday. heels clacked and leather shoes hurried on the sidewalks, navigating their way to work. that wasn’t the case for you. today was a day off work because of some event in another department that did not concern yours and sunwoo’s, allowing a day of rest.

it was past 9 am and you have just woken up feeling quite a bit mislaid, not knowing what to do. usually around this time you’d be in front of your computer, typing away your work reports while taking bites out of the breakfast sandwich sunwoo always got you.

not having the energy to figure out what to spend today for, you mindlessly scrolled through tiktok curled up in your bed until a message dinged your phone.

nunu: morning

nunu: u up?

two messages sent after the other popped into your screen and you immediately clicked on it, not quite eager, but excited to know whatever sunwoo has planned for the day just so you could join in. hence, you responded and exchanged messages after so.

y/n: yea why

nunu: bfast?

y/n: let usssss

y/n: but where?

nunu: hb that sandwich place where i buy our usual?

y/n: oooh bet i’ve always wanted to try dining there

nunu: aightt, you know my place just message me when ure near so i can wait by the bus stop

y/n: got it 🤝

y/n: i’ll get ready now bye bye

nunu: you be careful, see u !!

acknowledging his last message with a heart reaction, you locked and threw your phone to the bed as you stood up to get ready, your face planted with an unconscious smile. you didn’t really know if you were happy with the idea that you won’t be couch potatoing for the day, or because you get to see sunwoo.

he’s part of your everyday now, not only on work days but even on weekends where you usually meet out to eat and hang, having been alone in each of your apartments. the friendly company of each other brought you both comfort. at work you got to play adults, but outside work you both get to act like teenagers with your endless playful bickering, midnight ice cream runs, and tv marathons whether it's an anime or movies or series. you loved being with sunwoo.

not further delaying your movements, you hopped into the shower preparing for whatever is to come today.

sunwoo, on the other hand, was all dressed already. he opted to message you after he's ready to go out just to avoid the possibility of you arriving in the meeting place earlier than him, not that it was a chance at all, but he wanted to make sure anyway just so he knows you wouldn't be waiting all alone. he meant to ask you to breakfast last night but argued within himself, not wanting to appear too clingy. sunwoo has always been careful about how you might see him. he wanted to be around you, but not always, not too pushy to scare you away. he didn't want to be too obvious, especially not when he's had some feelings he himself is yet to confront.

he saw you as a colleague at first, he respected you as a workmate. sunwoo saw your brilliance and wit, and he found you admirable. he didn't even notice when he started to feel.. things, he thought for sometime he just saw the good things in you, not realizing it's past mere compliments about you that he kept himself. the man was falling, oh he fell quicker than he could keep track of his feelings.

but he would never admit them. not even to himself, perhaps to sunwoo, acknowleding the heart is followed by rejection. and he enjoyed being with you too much to waste the bond, so he settles with your friendship. not that he was complaining, if anything, he was grateful to even be close to you, and much happier that you two were the closest among your workmates. sunwoo was contented but he'd be lying if he says he wouldn't want anything more.

the walk down the bus stop didn't take long enough for the thoughts that preoccupied his head. anyway, sunwoo already got to the meeting place just before you messaged to tell him you were around 5 minutes away.

basking in the morning air, sunwoo was glad the traffic had died down, allowing him to enjoy watching the vehicles that drove by. each one of them dropping and picking up new passengers, until it was you coming out of the bus.

sunwoo stood up with a small smile as soon as he saw you and you shoot him a smile back as you observed his clothing, he was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, just as you expected.

"do you even wash that hoodie? didn't you wear that last week?" you asked teasingly as soon as you were in front of him. the small smile on his face that welcomed you fell into a playful annoyed face, “at least i wash my hair everyday.”

he likes teasing like this, “hey, you’re not supposed to wash your hair everyday because it’s going to keep the natural oil and stuff,” you huffed as you followed him walking. “so you’re supposed to stink?” he joked even more.

“no i do not stink!” you said loudly laughing in between. “you have got to stop believing everything you see on tiktok,” sunwoo exclaimed laughing along with you.

the teasing and the tiktok banter kept going until you were a crossroad away from the small sandwich shop marked with a logo familiar to you.

as soon as you entered the sandwich shop, you heard the old lady stood behind the counter chirp a greeting to the man who held the door before you, “oh sunwoo, good morning!”

sunwoo kept his hand on the door as you took your steps but his eyes immediately went to the old lady, greeting back to her with another “good morning” paired with a gentle smile.

she had went back to cutting the ingredients as you walked towards the counter with sunwoo, checking on the menu. you observed the store and it felt like a subway but homey, maybe because of the seats and tables that are not too fancy but neat and pretty in color. seeing the freshly cut vegetables reminded you of your hunger and the smell of the sizzling meat didn’t help either. you continued scanning the menu when a conversation between the two started.

“are you getting your usual?” asked the lady as she looked at sunwoo. “yes but i’ll be dining here this time, you don’t need to rush preparing it,” sunwoo answered in a chuckle. apparently, sunwoo’s habit was no different to yours, always rushing in the morning.

the lady took note of sunwoo’s additional coffee order before turning her head towards you, “how about your order, dear?” she was sweet. you felt no pressure choosing a sandwich for breakfast but you didn’t feel adventurous today so you went with the order sunwoo always brought you.

“i’ll just have the regular sandwich with mayo, onions, and cheese, but without the pickles and tomato please,” you answered politely as you pulled your wallet out of your bag to prepare payment. just before you looked back up at the lady, you added, “i’ll also have the same coffee sunwoo’s having.”

this time you looked at her and she had this quizzed look on her face, as if solving a math equation stamped on your face. you only looked at her with both your eyebrows raised, mirroring the same look of confusion as you wait for a response.

“oh it’s her!” she exclaimed with her face lit up. you couldn’t understand what she meant but sunwoo seemed to get it when his eyes squinted then grew bigger as soon as the thought registered. “you’re sunwoo’s girlfriend aren’t you!? the one he always buys this breakfast sandwich for!” the lady said excitedly, wrinkling the corners of her eyes.

sunwoo looked as speechless as you did, perhaps you were as red as each other too.

the lady smiled so big you didn’t have it in you to burst her bubble, so you just pulled your lips in a warm smile as you bobbed your head slightly. “he always did get me my breakfast sandwich,” you responded as an agreement to the sandwich part, glossing over the girlfriend bit.

“what a sweetheart you have here, kindness in love goes a long way!” she said with the same level of excitement as she turned to sunwoo and talking once more, “and you have got a girl so pretty! how did a clumsy sunwoo score such a lady!?”

sunwoo only laughed in embarrassment as he scratched the back of his head. the mood was lighter and you laughed with him too. he didn’t look at you but he played along ignoring the statement that made him blush, instead clearing his throat before speaking to you, “you can take a sit now i’ll take care of it.”

not wanting to protest, you only nodded your head and smiled once more at the lady before pulling yourself out of the counter. you chose a table just next to the window and settled your bag on it, with sunwoo following not so long after.

he slipped into the chair opposite to yours quietly but spoke eventually, “i’m sorry about that,” he chuckled awkwardly. “i knew her since i moved here for work and she suspected the extra sandwich i was buying with my usual order was for a girl,” sunwoo laughed at the memory.

rushing through the streets, sunwoo held his leather bag in his left hand before he got to the front of the sandwich shop near the corner of his apartment, pushing the door with his right hand. the old lady recognized him, he’s been a regular since around three months ago— right when he moved to the area.

just as sunwoo approached the counter, the lady beat her to it and asked, “your usual in 5 minutes?”

he laughed lightly answering, “yes, please. but with the regular sandwich too minus the pickles and tomato.” he says as he pulls some cash out of his wallet. this was when the lady noticed it, of the three months sunwoo’s been a regular, the last three weeks of his order included an extra sandwich on some days.

she couldn’t stop her tongue when she asked, “so your girlfriend doesn’t like pickles and tomatoes?” sunwoo was quite shocked, but he liked what he heard.

you were both new to the company but you came a bit later, resulting in the two of you working on some stuff together and sticking together during lunch breaks, having not much friends from the older employees. sunwoo found you so easy to be with. and quite frankly, you could say the same. you talked about a lot of things, especially anime. but besides your similar interests, sunwoo also learned about the absence of breakfast in your daily routine having such a shit sleep schedule that you wake up late and miss the time to prepare or buy anything to eat most days, if not every single day.

so one morning when he was getting his sandwich, he decides to buy two to give you the other one. he ‘accidentally’ ordered two so you got to eat it now because one was enough for him and it would’ve gotten stale if he keeps it for lunch. you do anyway, but you fish out the pickles and tomatoes before doing so. sunwoo mentally took note of the abandoned bits of vegetables and ordered one without them the following day.

you didn’t really think much of it then, just glad sunwoo was generous enough to share his food with you. sunwoo, on the other hand, was relieved. he wouldn’t really know how to explain if you ask him why he gets you breakfast.

claiming the paperbag containing the sandwiches, sunwoo thanked the old lady for always getting them done in 5 minutes. “oh don’t worry there’s not much customers anyway. you go now, you lovebirds have a nice day,” she grinned warmly.

it has become his routine since then, the lady’s too, that he had completely forgotten about the assumption she made months ago.

you intently watched sunwoo as he spoke of the memory so fondly. “i would’ve warned you about it but it slipped my mind, i didn’t really explain anything to her and just let her think of it like that, i’m so sorry,” he finished.

“no, no problem at all, it’s fine!” you answered wavering your hand in quite a panic, not wanting to make sunwoo feel bad.

you really didn’t want to sadden that lady with the information that you two, in fact, were not dating. but admittedly, being called that made your heart flutter. oh, who were you kidding? anything sunwoo did— anything related to sunwoo, made your heart flutter.

the lady was right, he was such a sweetheart. always so mindful when he was teaching you about the work stuff he learned about some months earlier than you, accompanying you to non-work events (who knew sunwoo would join you to a sticker convention), sending you tiktok edits of your favorite movies, looking after sickly you in your apartment, making sure he's got an extra hair tie in case you lose yours— the list could go on but it’s that sandwich that you look forward to most days.

upon having this surge of realization, you felt your cheeks heat up as you spoke shyly, “i mean, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

sunwoo only looked at you surprisingly with his eyes looking even bigger than they already do, but he also looked confused as his brows raised and furrowed quickly as if he was figuring a puzzle out. his head jumbled with words to form whatever question was meant to be asked in a situation as such, which he had never been in. did you mean what you said? did it mean you felt the same way he did?

his brain was racked with so much thoughts that before he got to ask what you meant, the old lady had already dinged the bell, calling for sunwoo’s name instead of his order number. blinking away the moment, "hold on," sunwoo said as he quickly stood from his seat quite wobbly before approaching the counter.

you would’ve laughed at his clumsiness but you had to mentally scold yourself first, what did you just say? were you even ready for this? well, you’ll never be ready to face something this big anyway, not something as big as your feelings that caught you in those moments with sunwoo you wished would last a bit— a lot, longer. they crept up the very first time sunwoo bursted out laughing at a joke you made, it was this warmth that spread across your chest that made you realize that besides seeing him happy, you also liked making him happy.

oh this isn’t good. what a waste of friendship would it be if sunwoo found your feelings ridiculous, you would much rather choke to death instead of being rejected and having your friendship ruined.

maybe you’re over reacting, but what’s a girl got to do when she accidentally confesses?

you were so into your own thoughts that you didn’t realize sunwoo was slowing his walking still trying to absrob what you said. did you mean, it wouldn’t be.. so bad.. being his? sunwoo has always been gentle with you when talking about things in a serious light, but he didn’t find this time a good time to be slow, maybe he should just go for it?

you felt like you held your breathe until sunwoo came back, carefully placing your coffee and sandwich in front of you and his meal on his side. sunwoo's sat in front of you again wiping the pair of fork and bread knife with a napkin before handing them to you. you only quietly said "thank you," as you reached for them when he spoke.

"so you liked that, huh?"

looking up with your mouth agape, you were horrified. sunwoo had a smirk and his eyes twinkled with something that tells you this day was going to be about more than a friendly breakfast date, this one was a hole you both have been digging.

[storiesforallfandoms]

a star in the making ~ harry styles

word count: 2382

request?: yes!

“Heyyy how are u? So I wanted to request an X factor Harry X reader where Y/n and Harry are dating and she goes to the X factor with him for support? I just want smth cute with this bc I've never seen one like this🥺 thank you♥️”

description: in which she goes to support her boyfriend when he auditions for a reality singing competition, both of them unaware that he’s about to become one of the biggest musicians in the world

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mainly fluffy as hell, rpf tho so if you don’t like that don’t read

masterlist (one, two, three)

2010

His hands were shaking as they approached the venue for the auditions. There had to be hundreds of people waiting outside. People just like him, hoping and wishing that they would be good enough to advance forward in one of the biggest singing competitions in the world - The X Factor.

His mum had suggested he should audition for the show. Harry loved to sing, and he was a fantastic singer. His mum was always pushing him to enter talent shows or any other opportunity to show off his voice. Harry knew he could sing, but he never thought he’d actually be good enough for The X Factor.

Until his girlfriend joined his mum’s side.

He had met (Y/N) in school and fell for her almost immediately. It was one of those teen relationships where they were all over one another and never wanted to be apart. Everyone said it would never last, that it was just young love that would fizzle out by the time they both graduated. Neither of them ever took that to heart because, even if it was true, they were okay with enjoying their time together now.

The first time (Y/N) heard Harry sing was in the shower. She had slept over to his place (in the spare bedroom, as per Anne’s rules) and woke to the sound of water running and Harry’s voice singing a Stevie Wonder song. She nearly jumped on him the second he stepped out of the bathroom to tell him how good his voice was. After that, (Y/N) pushed Harry just as much as his mom did to convince him to try out for The X Factor. With two of the most important people in his life convinced he would do well, Harry finally gave in and signed up for auditions.

(Y/N) took hold of Harry’s shaking hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re gonna do great!”

“There’s so many people here,” he said. “They’ll never choose me.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” she said. “Besides, it doesn’t matter if you make it through. The fact that you even came for auditions is a huge achievement. You should be proud of yourself.”

Harry smiled as she squeezed his hand again.

When they called him in for his audition, he was beyond nervous. His shaking had escalated to a point where he was sure he wouldn’t even be able to sing. (Y/N) and Anne stood backstage to support him. (Y/N) gave him a peck on the cheek for good luck before he took stage.

Harry was painfully aware of how bad his audition was going. He sounded nervous, and he could not stay on key to save his life. He could feel his face and neck burning with embarrassment. He wanted to disappear on the spot and never be found again.

But then Simon Cowell did the unthinkable and let him start his audition over. “Choose a different song,” he had said. And when Harry looked over at (Y/N), smiling supportively back at him, he knew exactly what song to choose.

“Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful?”

It went much better this time, but he was still shocked when he was given the pass on to bootcamp. He was so excited that he didn’t even stay on stage to hear the end of Simon’s sentence. He ran to (Y/N), taking her into his arms and spinning her around as she and Anne cheered for him.

“I told you you could do it!” (Y/N) said. “You were so good, baby!”

“I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

Anne cleared her throat and was raising a playful eyebrow at her son. Harry put (Y/N) down to hug her as well. “You know I couldn’t do it without you too, mum.”

“I’m so proud of you, sweetie,” Anne said.

Harry turned back to (Y/N). “Can you come to the bootcamp, too? Do you think school will let you be away for another few days?”

“I can’t see there being an issue if I’m away supporting my boyfriend on a reality TV show. I’ll catch up if I have to.” She cupped his face and planted a big kiss on his lips. “I’ll be here to support you as long as you want me to.”

And she kept that promise. After a lot of convincing, (Y/N)’s parents agreed to talk to the school to let her take time off so she could go to the bootcamp. It was very needed, because Harry’s nerves only grew as the bootcamp arrived. He wasn’t sure how it was going to go. He couldn’t dance at all, and he had a feeling his nerves weren’t going to help him learn. (Y/N) tried to reassure him, but he couldn’t shake the pessimistic feeling that he had going into it.

And he was right. He tried not to look too disappointed when he was eliminated from the show, but the second it was just him and (Y/N), he let his emotions out. (Y/N) hugged him tightly as he cried into her shoulder.

“You did so good, babe,” she said. “You made it further than you expected!”

“I know,” Harry said through his tears. “I just got my hopes up a bit that I’d go a bit further. Getting to bootcamp and then getting eliminated, it feels more humiliating than if I had been eliminated from the auditions.”

(Y/N) cupped his face and forced him to look at her. “Listen to me, you should not be humiliated. You did so well! The fact that you got past the auditions is a huge achievement. Actually, the fact that you auditioned at all is an achievement. You should be proud of yourself. I know I am, and I know your mum will be, too.”

Harry nodded, but he wasn’t completely feeling it. He just wanted to go home and lay in bed for hours until the disappointment wore off. They were about to leave when a producer called out to stop them.

“We have an idea,” he told the two.

The idea, it would seem, was to match Harry up with four other contestants that had been eliminated from the solo rounds. Four other guys that were close enough to Harry in age, named Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. They all had the same look on their faces as Harry did - a little dejected, but also a little hopeful about this pairing.

“We’re thinking you could be the big boy band for this generation if things go right,” Simon was telling them. “I’m talking Backstreet Boys for the 2010s. If you are all interested, that is.”

“We’d be stupid to say no,” Louis pointed out.

“Great! We’ll have you all enter as a band. You can talk amongst yourselves and come up with a name. No rush, though. You can let us know whenever you come up with something.”

He left the five to talk amongst themselves then. It was a bit awkward to say the least. They were five young men from different parts of the UK, having come to The X Factor to audition as solo artists, only to be put together in a band with four other strangers. Harry fidgeted with his hands a bit before (Y/N) took one of them in hers, hoping to relieve some of the awkwardness for them.

“Well then, lads,” Niall said. “Seems we’re a team now.”

“Seems so,” Zayn agreed. “How are we feeling about this?”

“I’ll take it over being eliminated again,” Liam said. “Worth a shot, right?”

“Maybe it’ll work out better than you all expect,” (Y/N) suggested. “For all you guys know, you’ll be the next big thing. Stars in the making.”

Harry chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. Or maybe we’ll get booted after two rounds together.”

“You’re such a Debbie Downer,” (Y/N) said. “Don’t get down on yourselves yet. You don’t know what’s gonna be in store for you.”

~~~~~~

2023

Harry’s body ached and his eyes were burning in a way that made him want to crawl into bed and sleep for a week straight. As much as he had been dreading the end of his almost two year long tour, and as much as he didn’t want that fun and excitement to end, he knew he needed the rest. Especially after giving it his all during the last few shows of the tour. His legs were so sore that he felt like he could barely make it to his hotel room without collapsing onto the hallway floor and falling asleep right then and there.

(Y/N) walked by his side, one arm around his waist, basically assisting him to get to his room. She giggled up at his sleepy face. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I feel like it,” he mumbled. “It was a really good show, though.”

“It was fantastic, baby. You gave them all a show they’ll never forget.”

Harry smiled to himself. A show he’d never forget, either. A tour he’d never forget, in fact.

And, just like when he auditioned for The X Factor, (Y/N) had been with him every step of the way. It was safe to say they had beaten the claims that their relationship was just a high school fling, by a very long shot.

When they got to their room, Harry swiped the key card and nearly fell into the room. (Y/N) laughed as she closed the door behind him and started shedding herself of her heels and dress. “You should really just go to bed, love. You look so tired.”

“I need a shower first. I can’t get into bed after being all sweaty.”

But that was only half of the reason Harry was adamant on showering before going to bed. Despite being so exhausted, Harry had one last big plan for the night.

He quickly showered, opting for cold water in hopes it would wake him up a bit more. He had no idea what he was going to say when he went back out there. He had prepared about ten different speeches in his head leading up to this moment, but none of them were coming to him in that moment. He felt more nervous than he had been all those years ago when he walked into The X Factor auditions, with (Y/N) at his side giving him all the reassurance he needed.

He got out of the shower and quickly towel dried as much of his hair as he could. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants and took the little box he had taken into the bathroom with him from the counter. When he stepped back out into the hotel room, (Y/N) was laying on the bed waiting for him. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, her favorite pajama alternative. Her eyes were closed, but the second he entered the room she opened them and smiled at him.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Still tired, but much more refreshed.”

Harry crossed the room and knelt down next to the bed. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing, you weirdo?”

“Remember when we first got together, and we had that type of teen relationship that was so intense that we never wanted to be away from one another?” he asked. “Where people told us we shouldn’t be so stuck to each other because it likely wouldn’t last?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “How could I forget? I swear, it’s like everyone was rooting against us back then.”

“You wanna know how I knew they were all wrong? Even when we were still teenagers?” (Y/N) hummed in response. “Because you gave up weeks of school just to come support me when I started the show. You gave up so much time that the school threatened to hold you back because they said you’d never be able to catch up, and even then you tried to convince your parents to let you stay for the rest of the show.”

(Y/N) smiled at the memory. “Because I wanted to be there. I wanted to watch you every step of the way, right up until the finale. I would’ve, too, if my parents hadn’t gotten so upset over me almost flunking out because of it.”

“That’s how I knew you were my endgame. Because you could’ve watched the show at home. Or you could’ve not supported me at all and just thought I was being stupid for wanting to audition for the show. But you didn’t. You insisted on being there for me, even after I told you that you didn’t have to be. People don’t do that unless they really love someone.”

(Y/N) propped herself up on her elbow. “Where are you going with this, Harold?”

Harry put the open ring box on the bed next to (Y/N). Her eyes widened as she slowly sat up. Harry watched her every movement as he asked, “(Y/N), will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in her eyes immediately. She nodded, unable to form any words.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes, you idiot,” she finally managed. “Of course I’ll marry you. Oh my god, yes!”

The force of Harry’s lunge to hug (Y/N) knocked them both back onto the bed. He kissed her so passionately it made both of their heads spin. She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her, never wanting to let him go.

Until she realized - “Oh, the ring.”

“Right!”

Harry sat up, allowing (Y/N) to do the same, and took the ring from the box. He gently placed it on her ring finger. (Y/N) took a moment to admire it before she was the one to jump on Harry and push him down onto the bed. He laughed as she kissed all over his face, leaving his lips for last so she could take her time there.

“I love you so much,” she said.

“I love you more,” he responded. “I’ve loved you since we were 16.”

“That’s so close to being that one song you and the boys did.”

Harry chuckled and pulled her into his arms.

[weixuldo]

Pancakes and Pastries

Linecook/Roommate! Anakin x GN!Reader

a/n: this is based on this lovely asks from @ddejavvu (link here). Just a preface, I didn't assign a gender becasue I wasn't sure what the ask implied (if u want me to change it I gladly will :) anyways, other notes will be at the end to clear up more abt the story.

You’re a terrible cook and only sell the baked goods at a small cafe downtown. Thankfully, your roommate, Anakin is an experienced linecook and is ready to make anything for you. Too bad he's a natural flirt, otherwise you might just find yourself falling for him.

Warnings: gn!reader, cursing, banter, no use of y/n

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6:30 a.m 

The tiny brass bell above the cafe door dinged continuously as the working crowd came to grab a small bite before heading off to work. 

The cafe was filled with the warm aroma of coffee beans and fresh pastries. The display windows held rows of all types of treats; macrons, muffins, strudels, bagels, cookies, toast, and many more. A plethora of coffee makers and different flavorings to cater to each customer’s specific desires, lined the back counter.

Mornings were always pretty busy, you were in the heart of the city after all.

You had gotten up ungodly early to prepare for the day, so once you got everything ready and opened the shop you were pretty tired. But regardless of the exhaustion creeping in, you still had a full shift ahead of you so you needed to put on your best customer service face and seize the day. 

Latte, snickerdoodle cookie, iced chai tea with two pumps of vanilla, farmhouse roast with cold foam, 5 assorted macaroons, a slice of key lime pie, a frosted eclair, strawberry crepes. The orders came in waves and you prepared them all. 

You weren’t even scheduled today, but your boss called you at the last minute because the new guy got fired for stealing inventory (really what was he stealing? There was nothing but ingredients in the back), so you hauled ass down here.

Sadly today the staff joining you today were rookies, so you had to take orders and keep an eye on them too. 

It was bad enough that the bakers in the back were being lazy today, but to deal with new workers who didn’t know the system was even more frustrating. 

It was going to be a a long day.

3:50 p.m.

The cafe closed early on Sundays, so you flipped the “we’re open” sign over and got ready to close everything down when you heard a knock on the door.

Whoever that was would just have to stay disappointed because you were too tired to deal with another needy customer right now.

They knocked again and you had to collect a calming breath to make sure you wouldn’t go off on them when you turned around. Much to your surprise behind the glass door was your roommate….your handsome roommate.

Anakin Skywalker was an interesting guy. Deviously handsome looks, insane confidence, witty humor, and radiating charisma.

A few months ago you were apartment hunting but the rates in the city were way too high for you to pay alone, so you put out an ad for a roommate. A lot of the requests you got were from older people and you didn’t exactly feel the most comfortable as a young adult, just starting out, living with someone two or even three times your age. 

After a few days you stumbled upon Anakin’s application. Maybe his picture captured your attention… maybe you stalked his instagram to see if he was a serial killer (and to look at more of his pics).... Either way, the two of you obviously ended up living together. 

When he first moved in you were worried he would be bringing chicks back every night based on his stunning looks and flirtatious personality, but thankfully you were mistaken.

He was just a normal guy; go to work, come home, shower, eat, sleep, repeat. You didn’t mind that at all, because your routine was basically identical. 

A small blush rose to your cheeks as you headed for the door. His hair was held back by a folded black bandana and he had his own apron in hand. 

“The door was open, ya know” you said, motioning him into the establishment. 

“Oh, the sign was flipped, so I assumed…” he said, motioning to the door. 

“Mhmm”

“We are almost closed, but i’ll allow you one purchase, just cause i'm so nice” you teased. 

He walked up to the counter and surveyed the sweets, “oh, are you now? If you’re such a kind person, how about giving me a coffee cake on the house, sweetheart?”.

“Woah, woah, woah… you’re asking a bit too much there pretty boy” 

He leaned over the counter slightly with a smirk, “aww, you think i’m pretty”.

In response you playfully rolled your eyes, “yuck! It’s just an expression, Skywalker, don’t get an ego about it” .

He grabbed her beaten up wallet out of his back pocket and laughed, “You already know i’ve got an ego”. 

“That I do” you quipped back as you grabbed a coffee cake slice

“You love it though” he smiled as he handed you a ten.

Your eyes lingered on his forearm as he offered you the cash, he was a fit guy and the veins on his arms bulged just right; plus he was a line cook, so you knew that he had good dexterity in those pretty fingers too. 

“Whatever you say” 

You weren’t going to tell him, but you added your 50% off employee discount (since you were on the clock) just ‘cause. 

The cash drawer popped open with a ding and you went to hand him back his change.

“You heading back to the apartment?” he asked as he gathered his cake. 

“Yea, I’m gonna take a nap, I’m tired as shit. I’m guessing you’re about to go into work?” 

He drew his lips into a thin line, “yep, I’m livin’ the dream. Are you gonna get lunch?”

“Probably” 

“You should, food is important…Have a good afternoon though”. 

You returned the gesture and went back to wiping down the coffee bar when you heard a few clinks and the door closed shortly after.

Your brows furrowed at the speed at which he left, but to be fair his shift was literally starting in two minutes. You walked up to the register to lock it when you saw he had tossed the rest of his ten in the tip jar; a small smile spread across your tired face.

11:02 p.m.

Your sleep schedule was so fucked up from all of these awkward shifts so you were just waking up from your nap (if you can even call it that).

Before you could register what to do next, your stomach let out a hungry growl and you groaned. You forgot to eat lunch and missed dinner so you were starving; sadly, it was grocery shopping weekend for you and you were out of instant meals.

A sandwich then. 

You put on a small tank top and some gray shorts and headed to the kitchen. You hated cooking and you weren’t good at it either, so usually you had a salad kit, turkey dinner meal, or a premade acai bowl in the fridge. But since you were out of your usual options, you had to stick with a good ol’ PB&J.

You heard the click of keys in the door and you knew Anakin was back from his shift. Some of you wanted to dash back to your room and just wait until he went to shower to make it; you were lowkey intimidated by him. Before you could leave he noticed you and greeted you. 

“Oh, Hey Anakin, how was work?”

“It was fine, the Sunday night rush is insane though, I’m so glad I go in later tomorrow” he groaned, sitting down at one of the barstools in front of the counter. 

“You makin’ a little snack?” he asked, leaning over to see the ingredients in front of you. 

“It’s more like dinner and lunch-”

His eyes widened, “lunch?! I thought you were getting something on the way back?”. 

You shrugged, “I guess I forgot”.

“So you’re going to use a PB&J to supplement two missed meals?” he asked, bewildered. 

“Uh huh” you nodded. 

“No, no, no…” he muttered as he hopped off the stool and came around the counter beside you. 

He took the knife from your hand and began to put the spreads away. 

“Hey!” you exclaimed with a frown.

“Listen, If you’re going to break a two meal fast, I’ll be damned if I let you break it with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” he huffed out a laugh. 

“Alright wise guy, what do you suggest instead? We both know I’m a horrible cook”.

He bent down and grabbed a pan from the cabinet and some ground beef.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously. 

“I’m making you some food. Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got this” he said softly as he started up the stove.

“No, it’s really alright Anakin, you just got off of work. You really don’t have-”

“I want to,” he responded.

You stopped talking and took a seat as he maneuvered around the kitchen like he had been here his whole life. 

He chopped the beef and while it cooked he mixed spices to season the meat with. You watched him intensely; when he cooked his brows furrowed in concentration and the right one arched ever so slightly.

He lightly bit his bottom lip when he shook the pan to flip the tiny pieces of beef, and the tendons in his pretty hands flexed with every movement. 

You really shouldn't be thinking about your roommate this way, but sometimes it was almost impossible not to. Inside, you cursed yourself for even thinking you had a shot with him; he was just a generally flirty guy and acted the same way he did with you when you brought friends over (though he was honestly just being nice). Plus there was no way that you would be his first choice out of all of the people who wanted him. 

Anakin stood over the pan and shook out the seasoning he had just made to flavor the meat. Sure, he was tired from a seven hour shift, but this was for you; when it came to you, he would do almost anything. 

He wasn’t exactly sure when his little “crush” started, he just knew that it was definitely there. Maybe it was when he realized you worked in the cafe beside his restaurant, so he would pop in as often as he could to grab little sweets; ones he could easily make himself, but he chose to buy them just as an excuse to see you (much to the detriment of his wallet). 

Or maybe it was when he realized you discounted all of his purchases.

Or was it those late nights where the two of you would put on movies and share funny commentary whilst sharing a bowl of popcorn. 

Or was it simply because of the way you maneuvered through life? Your sunny disposition, wonderful personality, and genuine kindness… plus you were drop dead gorgeous.

Whatever it was, he was locked in… of course he still kinda flirted around, but he was a natural flirt. At this point he couldn’t imagine wanting someone as much as he wanted you, he was entrapped by the possibility of having you in the future. 

But of course, being the oblivious guy he is, he had no idea his feelings were reciprocated at all. So he chose not to act on his feelings out of fear of losing his spot in the apartment (if it went bad, you could kick him out and look for a different roommate to replace him). 

“It’s done,” he said, turning the oven off and putting the pan on a cool burner. 

“What is it?” you asked, walking around to his side. 

“It’s meat for a taco,” he said, grabbing some cheese, guac, and lettuce. 

“Oh, wow! That’s awesome, you made that so quick!” you exclaimed, looking at the pan. 

“Here, let me grab a spoon to get the meat out” he said passing behind you.

Your eyes widened when you felt his strong hands on your waist as he moved past; did you feel that right? Did his hand linger? And why were you feeling hot?

“Here” he handed you the spoon.

“Thanks Anakin, this is really sweet” you said, getting your taco ready. 

“No problem roomie” he said in a sing-songy voice.

“And with this you’ll have left overs so you can have lunch tomorrow. Don't forget again” he fake scolded. 

“Alright dad” you quipped back. 

He laughed and shook his head as he headed back to his room to take a shower. You observed his broad back as his shirt defined his shoulder blades and muscles while he walked. 

Fuck. You were getting way too attracted to him. 

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You woke up to a sweet aroma of pancake batter and fresh fruit. It wasn’t often that you and Anakin ever got up around the same time but apparently today was your lucky day. 

He truly loved the culinary arts because he never faltered with his ambition to prepare a quality meal. He cooked breakfast a lot, but most times you were already at work and just saw the dishes in the sink or only got to have a quick bite. Though, every so often, on a rare day like this, both of you were able to share a delicious breakfast together (he always made sure to make breakfast for you when he knew you were off). 

You walked out of your room with a yawn and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Once you took a seat he handed you a freshly made plate and tossed some strawberries on top. 

“Look who finally decided to get up” he joked with a smirk. 

You yawned once more, “Listen master chef, if my boss didn’t call me in for every little inconvenience- maybe my sleep schedule might not be as fucked”. 

“Fair, fair” he nodded. 

“Thanks for breakfast, it looks yummy” 

“Of course” he smiled back

You looked at the plate with hungry eyes, it looked amazing, the only other thing you would add was-

“You want some of this, don't you?” Anakin smiled, flaunting a new bottle of whipped cream in front of you. 

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes.

“I know how you take your pancakes,” he laughed, “you’re very predictable”.

“Am I?” you said before trying to quickly grab the can from his hand. 

He laughed again and raised his arm higher, “that’s not gonna work and you know it.”.

“What can I do to get some whipped cream around here?” you cried comically. 

“Well this stuff isn't cheap and we’re going through the largest national whipped cream shortage in history” he said, trying to sound serious. 

“Oh, wow that’s tough” you returned with an unamused tone. 

“Isn’t it though?” he added. 

“I guess if you want some, you’ll just have to pay me” he looked away. 

“With what Mr.whipped cream enthusiast? We both make shit money” you exxagerated. 

“I may consider non monetary payment… possibly a kiss on the cheek?” he said.

“You want me to kiss you on the cheek?” you asked.

It probably came out more rude than you intended, it was only becasue you were flustered and your tones always got jumbled when you were nervous. 

“Well you know what they say, “kiss the chef”. But if you don’t want any whipped cream…” he stated; he was a little nervous that he put himself too out there (he was never the best at subtlety). 

“No, no! I want my whipped cream, so I will comply” you said proudly. 

“Alright” he smirked. 

…

… …

“Are you going to come collect your compensation or just stand there with the bottle in your hand?” you asked playfully. 

“Oh, right. How dare I make a customer wait” he smiled, walking towards you.

“You’re so full of shit, Skywalker '' you teased as he bent down so you could kiss his cheek. 

He felt butterflies when your soft, pillowy lips landed on his flushed cheek. How he had imagined that feeling. 

“Alright, here you are mam” he shot out a dollop.

“That’s it?!” you exclaimed, unsatisfied. 

“Each shot is one kiss” he shrugged, “national shortage…remember?”.

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes and continued to kiss his cheek until you were satisfied with the amount on your plate. 

“Alright, alright. Thank you for the great customer service, I'll be sure to leave a good review on yelp” you joked as you pushed him away so you could eat in peace. 

“Much appreciated, thank you mam” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” you responded, with a light blush tinting your cheeks. 

5:30 p.m.

Anakin groaned from his room before entering the living area with his scrunched up apron in hand. HE stopped in his doorway to stretch. 

“Man, I really don’t feel like going in today”.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “It shouldn’t be too busy, since its only a monday ''.

“Yeah, I hope so” he said, putting his work shoes on that he kept by the door. 

You glanced over your shoulder to look at his muscles rippling as he tied the laces; it was mesmerizing. 

He stood and you whipped your head around quicker than you thought was possible. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later. It’s my week for trash right?” he asked, grabbing his keys.

“Mhm”

“Ok, I’ll take it out when I get back tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t forget” he smiled before waving a small goodbye and shutting the door. 

Something about him was just so homely, he was so sweet and thoughtful; you felt that living with him was just natural at this point. 

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The restaurant was actually pretty busy when he first arrived, he saw a few party tables as he walked in. Great…

After clocking in, he got straight to work; manning the char grill, making sure all the orders were getting out in a timely manner, and goofing around with the other cooks. 

In passing one of the cooks asked how his crush was doing. 

“What do you mean?” Anakin innocently asked with a stupid smile on his face. 

“Oh, just the one you live with. Ya know, no biggie” he laughed. 

“Doing well, I made us breakfast this morning,” Anakin proudly stated.

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All of the staff knew about Anakin’s not so little thing for you. He had been working at this restaurant for a while and was pretty acquainted with everyone. The cooks all knew abt you because everyone liked to talk in the kitchen, plus some of the other guys were curious about Anakin’s love life, seeing that he was so desirable (all of the waitstaff thought he was fine as hell). 

He showed them your instagram when the two of you first started living together and everyone in the kitchen cheered him on. 

The waitstaff on the other hand were not so thrilled that the handsome and mysterious line cook already had his sights set on someone else… someone who wasn’t them. Of course they were jealous, but when they got your insta from Anakin, they couldn’t even find anything bad to say about you;l you were stunning. 

Doesn’t mean they liked you though…

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A new order buzzed onto the screen above that had all sorts of modifications; Anakin was about to groan, until he recognized something familiar…

Usually no one asked for a salad without tomatoes and cheese but instead with rice, cucumbers, raspberries, strawberries, and chicken- or cinnamon on their mashed potatoes; there was only one person he knew who ever ordered such a peculiar combination.

You.

The waitress who rang in the order walked by and Anakin caught her attention. 

“Hey, the person who ordered thi-”

“Yeah, I know. They’re such a pain. Like, at this point, just make it at home if you want so many modifications” she rambled

He then described your appearance to her and asked if the customer fit the description.

“Yea, sounds like ‘em” she said before carrying on with her work. 

He smiled, you came into his place on your day off. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation in his chest. 

The waitress came barreling back in and shouted Anakin’s name, “they apparently forgot to say they didn’t want-”

“Butter on the mash” he finished, already knowing what was coming next. 

“Yea, how’d you know?” she asked, confused. 

“That’s my roommate, I make this for us all the time back at home”.

She gave him a look before walking away to whisper something into another server’s ear. He knew they were then going to go out and judge you because they were jealous. Typical. 

He continued to make your plate with care and since it wasn’t busy, even spent time drawing a little hearts with the cinnamon and salad dressing (not very subtle Anakin). 

The other cooks notice and start making fun of him and he playfully starts winding up a rag to snap at them. 

Once your food has been run he slipped out of the kitchen for a “bathroom” break; obviously everyone knows where he’s going.

He walks out into the front house and is immediately relieved by the cooler AC in there, next he scanned the tables and booths until he spotted your familiar face.

Soon enough he offers himself a seat in the booth opposite of you. 

”Anakin!” you exclaim, “You scared me”.

“My apologies Sunshine, Just thought I’d come out and see my favorite customer” he said before winking. 

“How’d you even know I was- “ you began before you looked down at your plate and realized. 

“Yea, not many people are out here ordering such a peculiar combo” he teased. 

“I should have known it was you who made the plate, well with the hearts and all. That must take a lot of time, they were really precise” you said, taking a sip of your water. 

He laughed before answering, “I reserve those for very special guests'' (he only did those when you came in). 

“Well, I wonder if you do this to persuade certain “people” to cut back on your rent for the month” you arched a playful brow. 

He clenched his chest and looked offended, “Of course not! I would never do such a thing”.

You laughed at his stupidity. 

He loved making you laugh, it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. 

You saw a few other cooks poking their heads around the wall that divided the kitchen from the seating in curiosity. 

“I think your co-workers want you to hurry up” you smiled, pointing towards the entrance to the kitchen. 

He let out a sigh, “I guess so”. 

As he stood you thanked him for stopping by; “My compliments to the chef” you teased. 

“I am always at your service” he dramatically bowed before jogging to the back. 

When he left you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your heart was racing… you were in too deep (but so was he). 

Anakin spent the rest of the night happily making orders; he no longer cared he was at work, because you had just made his day. 

Everyone in the kitchen began to tease him because he had a certain glow to him and they all knew why. 

“When are you finally gonna go on a date?” someone asked him. 

“Yea, you seem pretty damn sure about this one” another butted in. 

He smiled to himself, “Soon guys. soon…”

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a/n: The reader likes some weird ass combos lmfaooo. Basically these two are both missing the point that the other likes them. Now to clear up some things, I know cafe's are usually open all day but I needed it to close early for the plot. Also, I worked at a steakhouse and modeled Anakin's work as such just cause its what i'm most familiar with (Ironically I don't eat meat lol).

[strniohoeee]

Can I request something with Matt x fem!reader where they go on a walk or something and all of a sudden it starts raining like crazy so they rush back home and get in comfy clothes and then start making out or something? Can get as smutty as u want it to be

Also sorry if you’ve already written something similar, im new to your page and only read a few things but I love your work really really much!!

Torrent

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is having a bit of anxiety, so she stays back to try and calm her mind, but when Matt comes home he decides to take her for a walk to clear her mind, but then the weather gets crazy, and they head back home🫂

Warnings⚠️: This is SMUT! There’s shower sex, but nothing crazy. It’s pretty cute actually🥹

Song for the imagine: Cigarettes out the Window- TV Girl

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Today just felt like a drag. I was having the worst anxiety, and I didn’t even know why. I spent the whole day with my heart thumping, my head racing and my body shaking. I hated this feeling, and the only person who could help me was Matt.

Sadly Matt was out today filming with his brothers, and doing some stuff at the warehouse. He had asked if he wanted me to join, but I was so anxious I simply couldn’t get up.

I knew they would be gone pretty much the whole day, so I tried to keep my mind off of things. I decided to cook, clean and do some laundry while listening to music. I lit some candles to ease my senses, but still I couldn’t shake this anxious feeling.

I was trying to eat lunch, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I began to feel nauseous. I just wanted to feel okay, and for some reason I couldn’t. I was watching Cars on Disney plus since it was my favorite childhood movie, and taking deep breaths, when suddenly my phone pinged with a message, it was from Matt

Hey baby, how are you doing? I miss you

Hey baby. I’m doing okay. I miss you more

are you sure? You seemed off this morning

yeah… just having a bit of anxiety, but I’m doing alright

want me to come home??

No baby don’t worry I’m okay! I’m watching Cars and eating now. Thank you my love

okay! Just let me know if you change your mind. I’ll be over real quick

okay.

I decided to take a nap to keep my mind off of things since I couldn’t eat, or really calm down.

I had fallen asleep around 2, and woke up when I heard the front door opening. They were home!!

They came up the stairs as I was stretching

“Hey! It looks so clean in here, and smells amazing” Nick said looking around

“Thanks! Did some of that anxiety deep cleaning” I said smiling at them

“I appreciate it! You didn’t have to tho” Chris said

“No, don't even worry! I love it” I said getting up and grabbing my plate to bring to the kitchen, Matt had followed me into the kitchen

“You didn’t eat?” He asked looking at my plate still full

“I tried to, but I just couldn’t” I said

“Baby why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came and spent the day with you” he said looking at little but upset

“Don’t worry baby! I’m okay” I said tossing the food out

“Want to go for a walk?” He asked me

“You know that might actually help me a lot” I said

“Alright let’s go” he said. I went and put my shoes on and grabbed my phone, and we headed out

“So tell me how dirty was the house” Matt said laughing

“Actually it wasn’t too bad. I mean not till I got to Chris' room to put his laundry on his bed for him. That was something out of this world” I said laughing

“Oh god. Chris is actually a child. His room looks like it got flipped upside down repeatedly for 10 minutes” Matt said laughing

“I cleaned it up a bit for him, just so it wasn’t too bad” I said

“Aww you’re so sweet cleaning up after that pig” he said kissing me on the cheek

“I love to clean helps my mind clear” I said to him

“Oh look at that flower” he said pointing behind me

I quickly turned around, and saw a beautiful pink flower hanging off of a vine on someone’s fence.

“Oh that’s so pretty” I said grabbing it and looking at it

“Take it” he said

“No it’ll die by the time we get home” I said frowning a little bit

“But it’ll be a memory” he said

“Yeah, but it looks so pretty right now” I said back to him

He was looking into my eyes, when all of sudden it started to poor on us

“WHAT THE FUCK” we both screamed and started to laugh

“Since fucking when was it supposed to rain” he said grabbing my hand as we started to jog back to the house

We were laughing, and running back to the house trying not to slip or step into any big puddles on the way back

When we got back to the house we were drenched, and cold, and laughing about how bizarre this situation was

We had taken our shoes off at the door, and started to walk up the steps. When we got to the top I slipped and fell to my knees

“OH MY GOD” Matt said laughing so hard, and trying to help me up, but we were laughing too hard we couldn't even focus on each other

“Oh my fucking god” I said holding my stomach and laughing

“Get up” he said doubled over laughing and holding his stomach

“I’m trying” I said as I was trying to get up, and all that we kept hearing was my wet feet squeaking on the floor trying to get up

“I CANT FUCKING BREATHE YOU SOUND LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY” Matt said trying to help me up, but we literally could not get it together

Finally we calmed down, and I got up holding onto Matt as we kept laughing and walking to his room

“Oh god. My knees are going to be tore up tomorrow” I said walking into his room

“It’s okay I’ll put some ointment on them for you” he said shutting his door

“I’m colddddddd” I said shaking my body

“Want to take a warm shower with me?” He asked stripping himself of his wet hoodie

“Ouuu yes that sounds nice” I said also taking off my wet hoodie

We had stripped ourselves of our clothes and left them in a wet pile in his room, and then walked to his bathroom

He got the hot water started, and we both got in

“This feels great” I said letting the hot water hit my back

“It really does” he said also letting the water hit him

We showered together talking and laughing about how funny my fall was, and that he wish he had it recorded

I had finished washing my face when I turned to Matt, and we already looking at me

“You’re so beautiful” he said looking down at my lips

“Thank you baby” I said wiping the water out of my eyes

“Kiss me” he said before pulling me in by my waist

I smashed my lips against his as I ran my fingers through his wet hair

“How does shower sex sound to you?” He asked pulling away from me

“It sounds hot” I said kissing his neck

Matt continued to kiss me, and went down to my neck peppering little love bites here and there.

I sighed at this

“I love you so much Matt. You treat me so well” I said

“I love you more baby” he said coming back up to kiss my lips

“I would get down and suck your dick, but my knees are already hurting from falling” I said, and we both started to giggle thinking back to the fall I had

“Don’t worry baby. I wanna pleasure you” he said laughing a little bit

“I’m ready Matt” I said to him kissing him one last time

Matt had pushed me back against the shower wall allowing the cool tiles to kiss my warm skin. He grabbed my leg lifting it up slightly and with his other hand guided his dick to my entrance.

Slowly he started to slide into me. And then completely bottoming out

“Fuck” I said throwing my head back a little bit

“Shit baby” he said looking at me

Matt started to slowly thrust into me. Making sure we both don’t fall this time. He was kissing my neck as he thrusted deeper and deeper

“Shit matt this feels so good” I said starting to get wobbly in the knees

“I know baby” he said putting one hand on the shower wall next to my head, and the other wrapped around my waist to keep me close

Matt kept fucking into me as a delicious pace, allowing me to feel every inch of him. This felt amazing, and I needed this so badly. He was keeping my mind off of all my worries by fucking me in the best way

“Shit Matt I think I’m gonna cum” I said pulling at his hair in the back of his head

“Me too baby, me too” he said still thrusting into me

“Fuck Matt” I moaned one last time before cumming on his dick. My legs shaking, and my upper body convulsing

He allowed me to come down from my high to catch my breath before pulling out of me

Matt started to jerk himself off before moaning my name and cumming into his hand.

He started to come down from his high, trying to catch his breath before cleaning himself off one last time, and I did the same

“Thank you baby that was amazing” I said kissing his back as he cleaned himself up

“Always for my pretty girl. I’m always here for you to help you take your mind off of anything” he said turning around and kissing me

We both hopped out of the shower and got dressed in his room. Changing into some warm clothes, and then putting our wet clothes to wash

“Wanna watch The Notebook” I asked him laying in his bed

“I’ve never seen it. I’m down” he said after shutting his door, and coming to lay with me

I put the movie on, and we snuggled into each other while watching. Eventually we fell asleep….in each others arms watching a romance movie…..oh how cliché

The End

I’m powering through these requests🤞🏽, and hope you guys enjoyed this one. And for the person that requested this I hope you liked it as well lmk!!!!❤️

-J💅🏽

[oizysian]

VI. LIAR

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 2.2k

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Brie was in the process of taking off her pants when there was a knock at the door. Hurriedly, knowing it was her, I answered it, my smile faltering at the look on her face.

"Y/N -" she began before stopping abruptly at the sight of Brie taking her clothes off behind me. "U-um, am I interrupting something?"

My brow furrowed in confusion before I remembered Brie and turned to look at her, now standing before us in just her underwear.

"N-no! We're gonna go swimming, remember?"

She nodded slowly, looking from Brie to me.

"Right. Listen, I'm so sorry about those articles. I should've known this would happen."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not - articles? Plural, with an 's'?" I hadn't realized there had been multiple articles about her featuring me.

"Yes, but it seems as though most of them are innocent enough. I'm sure you don't want rumors going around that you're a homewrecker." She joked lightly and I smiled at her, shaking my head.

"No, not really. Not this early in my career, at least." I joked back and she laughed.

We momentarily forgot about Brie, only the two of us standing in the room, our giggles the only sound to be heard. Until Brie cleared her throat.

"We still swimmin'?" She asked, smiling brightly when I nodded.

"Care to join us?"

"I ... didn't bring my suit."

"That's okay. Neither of us have suits either. And the pool downstairs is private so only we'll be in there."

She looked into my eyes, searching for something unknown and then gave me a small nod.

"Okay, sure, why not."

I smiled, pulling her inside and shutting the door so we could finish removing our clothes.

Brie was already ready, having stripped when Elizabeth came in. I shyly took off my joggers, leaving me in my boy shorts and socks, and then peeled my shirt off, tossing it on the bed. I breathed nervously as I took off my socks, noticing that both Elizabeth and Brie were watching me.

I looked up at Lizzie and she shook herself out of her stupor, quickly removing her clothing as well.

I was staring. I knew I was. Before Lizzie could notice, I got hit in the face with a towel, causing me to grunt and fall back on the bed.

"Wipe up your drool, loser, or we'll be able to swim right here."

My cheeks burned as I took the towel off of my head, watching as Lizzie giggled softly to herself at the situation. At least she wasn't upset by my rudeness.

"Sorry, c'mon."

I wrapped my towel around myself and they did the same, and we left the room, taking only the room key with us.

Brie had really picked a nice hotel. The private pool needed a key to get in, and of course, she had gotten it. It was beautifully lit, with chairs and tables as if it was an outdoor pool. The pool itself was huge and looked quite deep.

I stopped in my tracks as I looked at the clean, blue water, fear creeping down my spine as I thought about my head being dunked under the water.

"Hey, guys, please don't splash me. My head, I mean. My ears - I don't like when they get wet."

"Then how do you shower?" Brie asked smartly and Elizabeth nudged her gently with her elbow.

"Don't worry, Y/N, we won't splash you."

She shot Brie a look before heading over to one of the tables, laying her towel down on a chair and sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet dipping in.

"It's nice and cool!" She exclaimed cheerfully, her feet making small splashes as she kicked in the water.

I smiled to myself, walking over to her and putting my towel down next to hers. I decided to take the steps in; the safest way to keep my head above water. She was right, the water was pleasantly cool and I went in up to my shoulders easily.

I doggie paddled around as Brie did a cannonball in on the deep end, sending ripples of water towards Elizabeth and I.

"Brie! No splashing!" Lizzie scolded her and she rolled her eyes playfully, sending a small wave of water in her direction.

"We can't splash Y/N, that doesn't mean we can't splash you."

Lizzie looked over at me and I smiled weakly at her, shrugging. She slid into the water and splashed Brie back, the two girls having fun attacking each other. I stayed far away, paddling gently as they squealed with laughter. The sight of them made my heart swell; one of my best friends and the woman of my dreams hanging out together. It felt nice.

I swam back towards the steps and sat on them, watching as the two girls caught their breath. Brie dived down into the water and Elizabeth swam over to me, her form much better than mine could ever be.

"Hey." She greeted me shyly and I smiled at her, watching as she approached.

"Hey." I replied, noticing Brie climbing out of the pool to only jump in once again.

"You want a piggyback ride?" She asked softly and I tilted my head at her.

"You're not gonna dunk me, are you?"

She shook her head, turning her back to me so I could grab hold of her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and she linked her arms under my legs as I lifted myself up against her.

She began walking towards the deep end and nervously I wrapped my arms around her tighter, afraid she would put me under the water.

"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice soft and low. "I got you."

Thumpthumpthump. My heart was pounding against my chest at her words.

She only took us so far before turning back and doing it again. Brie was watching us from the other side of the pool and I could practically see the jealous look in her eyes. I should've been hanging out with her too, not just Lizzie.

I began to release her and, almost in a panic, she held onto my legs tighter.

"It's okay," I smiled, not that she could see it. "I'm getting down. I'll be fine."

She let me go and I stood behind her, trying to slow down the rate of my heartbeat as I thought about our closeness.

"Your turn, Brie."

I smiled over at her and she swam over to us, hopping on my back with ease.

"Oof," I groaned as I held onto her, her front pressed tightly against my back. "Easy there, tiger."

"Giddyup!" She yelled playfully, bouncing up and down as I walked us around.

Lizzie gave me a look and I smiled at her, bringing Brie around the shallow end of the pool a few times before she grew bored, heading back to do cannonballs in the deep end.

I swam back over to Lizzie and then stood up straight, offering my back to her.

"Miss Olsen?"

I looked over my shoulder at her, mesmerized by the smile she shot me as she got on my back, wrapping her legs around my waist and draping her arms over my shoulders.

I could feel her relax against me, her chin resting atop my head and her hands dangling in front of me. I took hold of her wrists, as she already had a firm hold on me with her legs, and kept her up as I waded around. She wriggled her wrists out of my grip, a disappointed frown appearing on my face, before she slipped her hands into my own, lacing our fingers together.

I could feel my cheeks burning with nervousness and I wished at that moment I could duck my head under the water so I could hide my face and put out the fire in my cheeks. Friends held hands. Of course they did.

I took her around the shallow end a few times before we heard Brie calling out to us.

"Hey, lovebirds, I'm pruning. You ready to get out?"

Ignoring her words, I tried looking up at Lizzie, but she kept her chin on top of my head.

"No, I wanna keep swimming." She mumbled softly, almost as if she was falling asleep.

"But you're not swimming, I am." I chuckled and she squeezed my hands.

"Just five more minutes."

"Five more minutes, Brie!" I called out to her and she nodded as she began drying herself with a towel.

"You're comfy and the water is nice."

"The water is nice," I mused, taking her around in a circle once more before stopping in front of the steps. "I think this is your stop, Olsen."

She groaned and released her iron grip on me, and I couldn't help but think how I missed the feel of her hands in mine. I watched as she exited the pool, her cute little ass swaying with each step and I snapped myself out of it. She was my friend! I had to stop looking at her like that.

I came out right after her, grabbing my towel and patting myself down. I had a feeling once we got back to the room, I would have a cat fight on my hands over who gets the shower first.

"Let's go, ladies!" Brie called out as she grabbed the keys and started heading out the door.

I shook my head and Lizzie giggled as we followed her out and up, rushing to the room to put some proper clothes on.

"I'll shower first," Brie announced, picking up her discarded clothing and heading towards the bathroom. "I'm sure you two won't mind being alone for a bit."

I sighed, almost unable to believe the bluntness of my friend. I made sure the door was closed behind us and picked up the clothes I tossed on the bed, trying to decide if I wanted to wear the same outfit again or not.

I turned to look at Lizzie and noticed she was standing in the middle of the room, shivering ferociously, the towel not doing much to warm her.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Lizzie." I said as I went over to the air conditioner and shut it off, returning to her and rubbing her arms with my hands.

"I-it's okay." She stuttered, her teeth chattering.

"Do you wanna get changed here? I can wait outside for you to finish up."

She shook her head.

"I'm o-okay."

"Yeah, and I'm the queen of England."

She let out a shuddering laugh and I smiled, my hands still working on her arms.

"Brie should be out soon. A hot shower will fix you right up."

She nodded and after a few moments, Brie walked out, dressed in her clothes from before and drying her hair with a towel.

"Your turn, Liz."

Wordlessly, she walked into the bathroom with her clothing and shut the door behind her.

"You're failing, aren't you?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, not knowing what she was talking about.

"You're falling for her."

"Psh, no." I lied. "We're just good friends."

She came up to me, bringing her face close to mine and smiled.

"Liar."

I swallowed roughly as she turned away from me, flopping on the bed and turning on the television.

"Can we order food soon?" She asked as she flipped through the channels. "I'm hungry."

"Again?" I laughed, but was silenced by my own stomach grumbling.

"Yes, again, we were swimming for hours. I'm starving."

Had we been? I honestly lost track of time being with her and Lizzie. Before I could respond to her, the bathroom door opened and out came Lizzie, looking much warmer than before.

"My turn, I guess."

I grabbed my clothes and smiled, leaving the two of them alone. I only hoped Brie didn't say something embarrassing while I was gone.

I was quick to shower, not needing to do my hair since I didn't get it wet, and exited the room to see the both of them on the bed, the air conditioner back on and Lizzie in one of my hoodies.

"What's all this?" I asked as I approached the bed, smirking as she cuddled deeper into the garment.

"I got cold again." She murmured from underneath the hoodie.

"I had her turn the AC back on and she complained about being cold, so we went through your stuff and found something for her to wear."

"Nice, thanks guys." I joked, noticing my suitcase was half opened and some things were sticking out. "We can order food now, if you want."

"Oh yeah, let's do it! Girls night!"

"I should probably go." Lizzie said as she started to get up from the bed.

"You don't have to." I said quickly, my eyes looking at Brie desperately. "It's my last night here, we can have a little party before I leave tomorrow."

It took her less than a second to smile up at me and nod, Brie cheering as Lizzie went to get her phone.

"I'm just gonna text Robbie and then we can order food."

Robbie. That was cold water right on my entire being. I nodded at her words and walked into the kitchenette, grabbing the hotel menu from the counter.

Wine, lots of wine would be necessary tonight.

[mrs-santoss]

Teasing Queen - Neymar Imagine

Summary: Y/N decides to tease Neymar with a few pics from her camera roll during a very inappropriate time. ;)

Warning: mentions of sex. I ordered some lingerie sets the other day and they finally arrived. I was at home when the package arrived I was very excited to open it right away and try on everything I got. First, I tried on the blue lingerie and took a good pic of it, next, I tried on the red set I was very pleased with, even the photo came out very hot. Next up, was the dark blue set which turned out to be my favorite one, I felt very confident in it. Last but not least, I tried on the yellow set and took a photo wearing this one too. I was very satisfied with everything that I ordered. I planned on wearing my favorite on tonight for Ney and surprise him. He's isn't aware of this, that's why I'm not sharing the photos with him yet. As I was selecting the best photos on my phone, suddenly, I get a text message for Neymar.

"Bebê I just got done with training and I'm going to take a shower . I knew I would be late so I brought my outfit for Thiago's dinner with me. Is it okay if we both drive there separately? If I stop by to pick you up we will be suupppeer late. Love you lots, see ya there xx"

Oh, crap. I forgot about that AT ALL. Now, I became very pissed about ruining my plans. I know it's not Neymar's fault at all, however, I decided to not ruin my good mood and hopped in the shower to get ready for tonight. Before I did that, I responded to his text. "Sure thing, meu amor. I will text you once I get there."

After I did my hair and makeup, I decided to wear one of the lingerie sets under my dress. I wore my favorite dark blue ones. After going through my closet and cringing at everything I picked, I decided to wear a black tight dress that really hugged my curves. I get my purse, lock all the doors and get in the car.

I arrived at Thiago's dinner party before Neymar. I texted him, letting him know I'm here and he responded with "I will be there in 5 minutes amor".

I was engaging in conversations with different people at the party and suddenly I feel an arm around my waist from behind. I didn't bother to look at who it was, I just reached my hand to cup his cheek, I knew it was Neymar. Neymar's POV: I arrive at the party and I immediately spot my girlfriend at the kitchen counter talking to Thiago's friends. I go behind her and wrap and arm around her waist. She touches my face and I turn her around to kiss her. She was wearing my favorite dress of hers.

"Hi, there miss! I can see you're here alone. May I join you?" I ask her playfully with a smile.

"Hmm, yeah sure! My boyfriend was supposed to be here, but he isn't coming I guess." she responds, making a playful face.

"Is that soo?!" I raise an eyebrow and kiss her soft lips. She laughs. I love her laugh.

We make our way to the living room, where everyone is sitting there sipping wine and chatting. Y/N and I sit next to each other on the couch. After a couple minutes, Y/N offers help to the people in the kitchen and leaves.

After she does so, I get a text on my phone which I decide to ignore at first. The phone buzzes again. I get it out of my pocket to check it out. Wrong move! I should've done that somewhere in privacy. It was Y/N.

"Too bad you were late today, bebê. You missed the show :(" and sent this photo .

Oh my god. What is the doing to me? She looks extremely hot. I had a feeling I would regret being late today.

"Amoooor, what are u doing? Don't do this to me, pleaseee. You look super sexy" I respond to her text, hoping that was it. I mean, we just got here. I can't get worked up 3 hours BEFORE we get home.

"Ohh! Are you sure you don't want any more" she texts back and send this photo.

"YY/NNNN you'reee killing mee, amorrr. Everyone is looking at me confused. I text her back and I excuse myself to the balcony for a "phone call".

"Is that so?! Do you want to know what I'm wearing underneath this black dress? ;)" she texts back immediately and sends photo.

Oh my god. Fuck me! I get this rush of emotions to just storm in the kitchen and bend her over the kitchen island in front of everyone.

"Do you have any idea what I will do to you tonight?!" I text her back, maybe this will make her wait.

"Hmm, can you give me a hint?" she text back. Oh, she really is determined to make me go crazy.

"As soon as you step inside the house, I will rip that pretty little black dress of yours from your body and throw you on the bed on your knees, and fuck your brains out from behind as you moan my name" I text her back. I hoped to get her worked up, however, I did that to MYSELF just thinking about it.

"Uuuu, that sounds hot. Would you rather have me wear that lingerie or this one?" she texts back and send THIS photo.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I get back to the living room with a "worried" look on my face. I tell Thiago that Y/N and I will unfortunately have to leave right now because of an emergency. Thiago doesn't ask any follow up questions, trying to be understandable. I didn't even feel about about lying, my mind that somewhere else completely. I go to the kitchen and tell Y/N we have to leave because of an emergency. She plays along and says goodbye to everyone. Thiago walks us to the door and hugs us goodbye. As soon as he shuts the door, I give Y/N a look filled with lust. She looks back and me and smiles. "I'll meet you at home, I guess" she says and makes her way to her car. "FUUCKKK! I forgot about it" I groan and make my way to my car quickly not wanting to waste any time. I completely forgot we came here separately. She arrives before me and parks her car in the driveway. I quickly do the same and catch up to her entering the house. I shut the door really fast and turn around to lift her up in my arms.

"You dirty little thing! You had fun with that, didn't you?" I ask her and I felt myself grow in my jeans. "Now, it's my turn to have my fun!" "No one's complaining about it!" she says back and bites my lip. I will do everything I told her I will, more for sure.

[milaisreading]

what if crossdresser! reader got her period while in blue lock!! 😱

Maybe either during first selection or time around pre U-20 match??

🌱🩷: Heavy projection here with my own period. Thanks for the request 🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Masterlist to this series

Karasu prides himself as someone who is very observant and keen about his surroundings, so when he saw his roommate, and teammate, curled up in her bed with a pained look on her face, he knew something must have happened.

The morning had started off as any other, (Y/n) had woken up first and took a shower while Karasu was trying to wake himself up, and after that, he did his morning routine. The duo went to eat breakfast after that, and (Y/n) decided to join (got dragged to) Yukimiya, Otoya, and Karasu's table. Neither of the 3 boys noticed at that time that something was off with (Y/n), neither noticed the slight frown on her face, the wincing when she would sneeze, or how she would clutch her stomach at some points.

Alarm bells only started to ring in the trio as (Y/n) declined the offer of practicing with them and even refused to eat some of the food Yukimiya offered her. The boys decided to say nothing back then, thinking it was just an off day.

"Everyone has those." Otoya tried to reason as the trio watched (Y/n) walk out of the dining hall and to look for Anri.

"Wonder why he needs to talk with Teieri-san. He barely seeks her or even Ego-san out." Karasu narrowed his eyes, but decided not to say anything for now. For the rest of the day the trio just practiced and would give vague answers to anyone who would ask about (Y/n) or where she was.

Karasu did think he was at ease when he returned to his room, only to go into full blown panic when he saw (Y/n) om her bed, curled up, and a few tears sliding down her face.

"What happened?! Did someone say something to you?!" Karasu asked, running up to her bed.

"W-what? No... it's nothing, I am just-" She groaned and immediately jumped up, running into the bathroom and locking it right after. Karasu watched in panic as it all happened, and he grew even more anxious as he heard (Y/n) throwing up. Wasting no time, the boy ran out of the room to look for Yukimiya and Otoya.

'Maybe they could help!' He thought as he looked for their room.

So, in short, that's what got Karasu and the other two in this position. Watching as their teammate was curled up on her bed and ignoring the rest.

"I know what might help!" Otoya suddenly exclaimed as the other two looked at him in suspicion.

"And that would be?" Yukimiya raised an eyebrow.

"Cuddling! Come here, (Y/n)-"

"No!" Karasu and Yukimiya glared at Otoya, who pouted as the two jumped between the bed and him.

"Can you three keep it quiet, please?" (Y/n) questioned as she put the covers over her head, causing the trio to look at her in sympathy.

"Are you doing ok? Do you need something? Food?" Karasu started.

"Medicine? Do you want me to bring you one of my pillows?" Yukimiya added in.

"My love?-"

"Otoya, shut up!" The two glared, then looked back at (Y/n).

"I just don't feel well right now. Don't worry too much." She winced again. The three boys watched her silently for a moment, then jumped up as (Y/n) got out of the bed and ran to the bathroom again. Yukimiya and Karasu quickly ran after her, only to witness their teammate throwing up again.

"Otoya! Get Ego-san or Teieri-san!" Karasu yelled as he went over to her, and Yukimiya ran out to get some water bottles.

"Teieri-san, (Y/n) is dying!"

"Can you stop being dramatic?!" Karasu yelled as Otoya ran out, then went back to holding (Y/n)'s hair back.

'I hate periods...' She thought.

Anri sweat dropped as Otoya explained the situation to her, while Ego held back a laughter.

"Why are you laughing?! Someone is dying!" Otoya yelled at Ego as Anri tried to calm him down.

"Don't worry, Otoya. (Y/n) is fine, just a little... sick. I will be right there with the medicine."

"You already know what's going on?" Otoya asked the woman, who simply nodded her head.

"Yeah, (Y/n) already came to me this morning to tell us why he can't practice tomorrow."

After a few days, (Y/n) finally recovered from her period crambs and was able to play normally again... or as far as she could.

"Karasu, why are you staring at me?" She wondered, a little unnerved at his stare.

'Did he figure out I am a girl?!'

"Just making sure you don't get injured." The boy said, moving a little closer to her form.

"What? From what will I be injured?"

"Hey, (Y/n), how are you doing today?" Otoya asked as him and Yukimiya approached the duo.

"I am fine. Still a little nauseous, but fine-"

"Well, that's a perfect call for you to sit down and have some water." Yukimiya interrupted her, dragging her to the nearby bench.

"What? No, I am fine-"

"We can't have you dying like a few days ago. Just sit down and relax." Otoya interrupted her as Karasu went to get a water bottle.

"Dying?!" She questioned.

"Hush! Too much stress won't be good for you." (Y/n) blinked a few times as question marks surrounded her head.

'Why do they think I am dying?'

[damiansgoodgirll]

Angst with rhea ripely where she’s in love with reader but readers in a relationship maybe with damian or seth or someone else

someone is in the mood for crying i see

rhea ripley x reader / damian priest x reader

tw : angst (?)

love you better

you and rhea were like besties. you were the last person to join the judgement day, but no one in the team really cared because they treated you as family the moment you told the world that you joined the strongest faction in the whole wwe.

it was rhea’s idea to recru you as she saw potential in you.

you went from nxt to smackdown in less than a year and you couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity you had, but once you joined smackdown you so how poorly you got booked, mainly because the whole show evolved around the bloodline, and so it gave less opportunity to other wrestlers to prove themselves in the ring.

you got tired of waiting and waiting for your opportunity to come and you were seriously thinking of leaving and going back to nxt but before you could decide, your best friend rhea told you that she had a proposal for you.

when she told you about the judgement day, you were sceptical at first, you knew that you had to turn heal, and you didn’t really saw yourself being “the villain” but when she told you that you didn’t have to turn and that you could remain the same “you”, you knew you had to accept, and so you did.

being in the judgement day didn’t only brought you more fame and matches, it also gave you a family and a new relationship.

you and damian took off the moment you joined them. he was eager to have a new member and so he showed you everything you had to know. he helped you training, he showed you new moves and before you knew it you were both in love with each other.

you decided to keep it on low, no one knew, not even the other members. it was something new for you and you wanted to see how this relationship between the two of you would go.

rhea didn’t know it and of course she thought she could have her chance with you. she knew you liked both women and men, like she did and that made it easier for her.

“hey gorgeous” rhea called you the moment you stepped into the gym “how are you?” she asked you.

“oh i’m good, thanks, and you?” you smiled back.

“good…listen, what do you say if after training we both grabbed something to eat together?” she asked.

you thought about it and you knew that damian would step into the gym within any minute and even if you wanted to spend time with him, rhea was your friend and you didn’t want to disappoint her.

“sure, fine by me” you smiled at her.

“i can’t wait” rhea smiled back.

“can’t wait for what?” damian asked the both of you the moment the stepped into the gym.

“rhea and i are going out for lunch” you said while stretching.

“and i wasn’t invited?” he playfully said but rhea wasn’t that amused “where and when?”

“no one said you were invited, priest” rhea said back and even thought you knew she was joking, she sounded pretty mad.

“i get it! i get it! girls time! that means i’ll have y/n for the night” he teased and left for training. you blushed at his remark but you felt rhea’s eyes on you and you didn’t want her to know it.

“what?” she asked, not understanding the joke damian made.

“nothing…he was probably kidding, anyway do you mind helping me with these?” you asked her, pointing at the weights.

you all continued training like it was a normal and usual morning but rhea couldn’t stop looking at the way damian’s eyes would watch and observe every movement you made. your ass when you were doings squats, your tits moving when you were running on the treadmill and rhea wasn’t fully understanding of this behaviour.

“should we go now?” rhea asked you when it was lunch time. you nodded because you were starving and couldn’t wait to eat something.

you both took a quick shower and changed into cleaner clothes and took off for lunch.

when you were both seated, rhea couldn’t stop wondering what damian meant.

“what did he mean?” she asked you.

“who?”

“damian” she said.

“nothing…” you didn’t sound sure, also you hated lying to her.

“you’re lying…he meant something”

“i don’t think so…anyway, what do you want to eat?” you asked her and she dropped the conversation right here but you knew it wasn’t over.

you both ordered your food and ate it like it was just a normal day, she talked about her life and you did too, just two friends hanging out together. but rhea couldn’t stop the feeling that something was going on that you wouldn’t tell her.

“did you know damian’s eyes were all over your ass when you were training? i should talk to him, that behaviour is fucking disgusting” she said and even if you wanted to act surprised.

“really? i hadn’t noticed…”

“you sure?” she asked you.

“yup” you avoided her eyes.

“are you and damian dating?” she asked. she hoped you said no. she hoped you said you loved her. but your reply broke her heart.

“is it that obvious?” you asked.

“what-what you mean?”

“we started dating right after i joined you but we wanted to keep it a secret…but since you found out we’re not doing a good job at hiding it” you said finishing your drink.

rhea was speechless. the woman she loved, the woman who stood in front of her just confessed she was dating someone else.

“rhea? are you mad? we were gonna tell you and the team but we thought it was too early" you said, hoping she would understand.

“no - i totally get it…” she said “i’m happy for you…” she half smiled.

“thanks…anyway, should we leave? i feel like i need to practice a little more on the moves damian taught me” you said going to pay the bill.

rhea nodded and followed you.

once you both reached the gym, she waited for you to go out of the car, waiting for you to go inside, waiting for let those tears cry after holding them for hours.

“aren’t you coming?” you asked when you saw her still behind the wheel.

“i need to do a few things home” she said. you nodded and quickly thanked her, she simply smiled and drove off.

she let those tears fall while driving back home, knowing that it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that you chose damian instead of her, to her, it wasn’t fair that you fell in love with him, she knew she could love you better, you just simple didn’t give her the opportunity.