#but I was scared that I lost my headphones so I had to go out to my car and check

[e77y]

Sometimes cooking in a 90 degree car is good for the soul (it’s not) (I’m just trying to save gas bc I wanted to sit in my car instead of the library)

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Reader is pink, Logan is green.

I was making pancakes when this came to my mind lol. There should be no warning just fluff

One night before you and logan started dating, he got back to the mansion late from a mission that went wrong. He was in an awful mood and had planned on shutting the world out for the next few days, he stopped in the kitchen to get a beer before going to his room and that's where he found you making pancakes.

It was 2 in the morning. You weren't expecting to see anyone anytime soon as you were making your food and listening to music with your headphones on, but as you turn to grab the butter, you turned right into Logan's chest. "Oh!" You gasps, startled with the new presents in the room before relaxing when you notice it's Logan. His hands subconsciously grabbed your waist to make sure you didn't stumble into the stove that was still lit.

You took your headphones off and smacked his chest. "You scared the shit out of me! I didn't hear you come in."

"Didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart." He smirked as he watched you turn back around and return your focus go back to the stove top, "so why are you making these at this hour?" He asked, looking up at the clock as he steals one of the pancakes on top of the plated stack to eat.

You shrug, "Couldn't sleep. I don't sleep much when you're on a mission, " you mutter, and he glances over to you again, "only when I'm on a mission?" He whispers, almost afraid that he misheard you.

You nod softly as you add another pancake to the stack. "Can you hand me the mix?" You gesture to the bowl of pancake mix right next to him. He hands it to you, and you continue talking as you pour. "I know you can heal, so technically, you should always come back fine, but I just sleep better knowing you're somewhere safe and in one piece. Even if it's not here, it just gives me peace of mind knowing you're safe somewhere." You shrug as if you said nothing important, but to Logan, you completely melted his heart and formed it back together. He's never had someone worry for his safety, especially not to such a degree that they lost sleep over how much they were worrying for him.

He cleared his throat and mumbled, "You have nothing to worry bout, sweetheart." He wasn't saying this just to calm your nerves. He was saying this as a promise. Now that he heard how much you worry over him, he's going to do everything in his power to get back safely.

You could tell by the way he was talking that he meant what he said. You just smiled sweetly up at him and whispered, "I know."

Taglist: @awkward-walking-potato @mahi-tamashi @100percentlazybonez

[rosemariiaa]

~The Diner~

pairing- Paige x Azzi

summary- (request) Based on the song “The Diner”, specifically the line, “Bet I could change your life. You could be my wife.”

warning: little angst, fluff (we love pazzi fluff)

Enjoy!!!

Paige first met Azzi when she was 15, and Azzi was 14, at a USA Basketball camp. They were both young, full of dreams, and eager to prove themselves on the court. From the moment Paige saw Azzi shoot her first three-pointer, she knew there was something different about her. It wasn’t just the way she played, though that was undeniable, it was just something else. A spark. A connection, you could say.

They became friends fast, the kind of friends who couldn’t go a day without texting or calling. They played together, trained together, and quickly became inseparable. Paige loved the way Azzi smiled shyly when she was nervous, and Azzi adored how Paige could make anyone in the room laugh, even when the pressure was on.

As the years passed, their friendship deepened. They played for the same teams, shared victories, and comforted each other in defeat. But there was always something unsaid between them, a tension neither was brave enough to address. It lingered in the late-night texts, the lingering touches, the way Paige’s heart raced whenever Azzi looked at her just a little too long.

It wasn’t until their flight back to Minnesota after a grueling tournament that things began to shift. They were both exhausted, but in that comfortable way you only get after spending days together, doing what you love. Paige was slouched in her seat, her head resting on the window, while Azzi was next to her, headphones in, lost in her music.

Paige nudged her gently, pulling one of Azzi’s headphones out. “What’re you listenin’ to?” she asked, her voice soft.

Azzi shrugged, showing her the screen. “Some Billie Eillish . It’s calming.”

Paige grinned. “Oh yeah? I like her too. She’s got this one song—'The Diner,' you know it?”

Azzi nodded, smiling. “Yeah, it’s a good one.”

Paige hesitated for a second, then said, almost playfully, “Bet I could change your life, you could be my wife.”

Azzi froze, her heart skipping a beat. The line hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. Paige wasn’t looking at her, just staring out the window like she hadn’t just said something that made Azzi’s entire world tilt on its axis.

“Paige…” Azzi started, her voice trailing off. She wasn’t sure what to say. Paige had a way of throwing things out there, half-joking, half-serious, and it always left Azzi unsure of where she stood.

Paige finally turned to look at her, a crooked smile on her lips. “I’m kidding, Az. Don’t get all serious on me.”

But there was something in Paige’s eyes that said she wasn’t entirely kidding. Azzi could feel her cheeks heating up, and she quickly turned away, pretending to be interested in the movie playing on the screen in front of her. But the words echoed in her mind, over and over again, long after Paige had closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the flight was quiet, the two of them lost in their own thoughts, the tension between them thicker than ever. Azzi tried to shake off the weird feeling in her chest, but it clung to her, making her question everything—every look, every touch, every word they’d ever shared.

As the years went on, they both found themselves at UConn, continuing to play side by side. The friendship remained strong, but the tension never really went away. They were both too scared to ruin what they had, to risk the friendship that meant so much to both of them.

But it wasn’t just the tension that grew—it was the feelings. The longing. The what-ifs that kept them both awake at night. Azzi couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Paige felt the same way she did.

It all came to a head during Azzi’s sophomore year, Paige’s junior year. They’d just finished a tough game against Iowa, one that had them both on edge, and were back in their apartment, sitting on the couch in that same comfortable silence they always shared.

Paige was scrolling through her phone, her thumb absentmindedly moving across the screen, while Azzi stared at her, trying to gather the courage to say what she’d been holding in for years.

Finally, Azzi couldn’t take it anymore. “Paige,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Paige looked up, eyebrows raised in question. “Yeah?”

Azzi took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Do you remember that time on the plane? When you said… when you said you could change my life?”

Paige’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t say anything. She just nodded, waiting. Azzi swallowed hard. “Did you mean it?”

For a moment, Paige was silent, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded again. “Yeah, Az. I did.”

Azzi’s heart was racing, and she could feel the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Paige sighed, setting her phone down and turning to face Azzi fully. “I didn’t want to mess things up. We’re… we’re best friends, Azzi. I didn’t want to risk that.”

Azzi nodded, understanding but still feeling the weight of those unsaid words between them. “I get it. But… Paige, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I just..I didn’t even know or believed that I could feel this way towards a girl.. but you changed that when I first saw you and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Paige’s breath caught in her throat, and she reached out, taking Azzi’s hand in hers. “I’ve loved you too, Azzi. For so long. I just… didn’t know if you felt the same.” Azzi let out a shaky laugh, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?”

Paige laughed too, her thumb brushing away Azzi’s tears. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

There was a pause, a moment of silence that stretched between them, before Paige spoke again, her voice soft and full of emotion. “You could be my wife, Azzi.”

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching in her throat. “Paige…”

“I’m serious,” Paige said, her eyes searching Azzi’s for any sign of doubt. “I want to spend my life with you. I want us to be together, for real.”

Azzi’s smile was bright, her heart soaring. “I want that too, Paige. More than anything.”

And just like that, the tension that had been hanging over them for years dissolved, replaced by a warmth that spread through both of them, filling them with a happiness neither had ever felt before.

They kissed, slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that spoke of years of love and longing finally realized. When they pulled back, Paige rested her forehead against Azzi’s, a smile playing on her lips.

“Bet I could change your life,” Paige whispered, and this time, there was no doubt, no hesitation.

Azzi smiled back, her heart full. “You already have.”

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# “ WATCH YOU “ !!

ft. izana kurokawa x afab! reader smut

synop: izana had seen you walking and became infatuated with you to say the least, but when you get home late once night and have a surprise waiting.. what will you do?

cont: stalking! dub-con! pussy eating ( with panties on as well ) , cursing, reader passing out during sex, izana still fucks her, forced eye contact , spanking, squirting, reader submits to izana because she is affection deprived! , no clear aftercare!,

it really wasn’t supposed to go this far. he swears it wasn’t. he had seen you walking down the street from your house heading to what he guessed to be a small convenience store down the street. he layed eyes on you and that’s when he felt it, that burning in his chest. you were beautiful, once it started he couldn’t stop it.

5:47 pm

“ yeah, kenny.. “ you responded to your best friend over the phone, as you heard him walking into his home. you were down the street from your own home, you had a car but you liked walking. you walked almost everywhere. once you made it your apartment, you opened your mailbox and you instantly freaked out. “ what the actual fuck… ? “ you whispered to yourself. “ what’s wrong, y/n? “ draken had asked you, hearing your distraught curse. “ nothing, i seen something, i’m just tired. “ you said, lying. you were actually freaking out because for the past three days, you had been getting really weird mail in your box. the first day it was a love letter, you were scared to open it because you didn’t have any clue what it might have said. the second day, it was a box of chocolate. and now today, the roses.. a very pretty bright bouquet of red roses.

when you got in your apartment, you locked your door. and headed to your kitchen, laying the roses onto the counter. you lived alone, and you only knew a handful of people.. so who would be sending you roses? and why? you had been getting this feeling that you may have been being watched but you brushed it off, blaming it on the few scary movies you had watched with your homeboys recently. but now it was getting a little weird. “ y/n? “ you heard your friend call your name. you were zoned out and he had been calling out for you. “ oh, my bad. what’s up kenny? “ you asked while heading to your room. he chuckled, “ are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? “ he reminded you that you had made plans to go to the meeting tomorrow, but now, you were a bit paranoid to go anywhere. “ i’ll see if i finish this work up in time, i’ll pull through. hey kenny, i’ll call you right back. “

pulling your headphone out of your ear, you took a deep breath. “ what is really going on? “ you asked yourself. was there really someone stalking you.. watching you? the thought was terrifying. you had never been through anything like that before. and what could help you figure it out…wait, the letter. maybe it can give you some type of lead on who was sending all that shit to your house. you went to the living room and looked on the tv stand seeing the cream colored envelope with the red heart on it. you open it and read the paper that was inside.

“ hello, i just want to tell you how stunningly beautiful and perfect you are. i hope i get to see you soon, mahal. “

your eye twitched as you read the words on the paper, “ mahal? “ what even did that mean? who wrote you this? it was no help at all, you were still as lost as before if not even more. you sighed, placing the letter back in the envelope and putting it right back where you had it. you decided to leave it alone for tonight, making you way back to your room grabbing your laptop. your work would keep the fear off your back. little did you know, while you were working with music blasting inside your ears from your earbuds, deep purple eyes lurked from the left side of your bedroom window, watching you very quietly and closely. this went on for hours until you fell asleep with your laptop right open.

you woke up the next morning, jumping out of your sleep with a gasp. you were trying to catch your breath, snatching the earbuds out and placing your hands on your chest. “ what the hell.. “ you coughed out, you had a dream where you were running down a dark street, pitch black almost hearing something chasing you with this.. evil laugh. you shook your head, trying to dissipate the sound out of your head. looking over, you see the clock it was 11:35 am. you had worked hard on your work last night and only had one more paragraph to do so you decided that you’d get up and go to the meeting with your friends. your friends were in a huge gang, once they realized how lonesome you were, they started inviting you to hang out with them after the meetings.

you grabbed your phone, dialing your bestfriend’s number. once he answered you placed him on speaker and sat the phone down, yawning while grabbing your toothbrush. “ good morning kenny.. “ you said, you and draken, or kenny as you called were very close. you met by quite literally bumping into him getting off the train one day in town. he was really sweet about it, he ended up bumping you again that same exact day in a convenience store. you two were inseparable ever since then, he grunted very sleepily “ good morning y/n.. “ he was falling back asleep, you furrowed your brows before questioning him, “ why aren’t you awake? you know i’ll be over there soon right? “ she finishes up brushing her teeth and washing her face. “ mhm.. i’ll be up.. “ you rolled your eyes, hearing the lies in his words.

after around an hour or so, you were showered, dressed, and ready to go to draken’s house. you were gonna walk to his house and ride to the meeting with him. he lived around ten minutes away, so you didn’t mind making that small trip. once you had everything you made your way out the door, something in you ushering to open the mailbox and check. you did and there was nothing. “ hm.. that’s not a bad thing i guess “ you closed it back and placed your hands in your pockets , en route to draken’s apartment. you only had one earbud in so you could still hear what was going on around you. the walk seemed kind of quick, you were already a block away from draken’s place. you picked up your pace to hurry and make it there an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

stupid little you, you had no clue that a white haired boy was walking right behind you. he was on the same foot as you, loving slower though. he wasn’t exactly doing anything, just walking behind. catching your sweet scent as the wind blew it right into his direction. he wanted to just hold you in his arms, never letting you go.. but he knew that sooner or later, you’d be his. he wasn’t too sure on how yet, but surely, you would belong to him. completely.

you knocked on draken’s door, and he opened it almost instantly making you jump a little bit. he noticed and frowned a little. “ you good, y/n? you made it fast, cmon. “ he let you in. and you nodded, “ m’ fine. i was zoned out. “ you answered. your friend was grabbing his keys and turned to you. “ you want anything before we head out? “ you shook your head, “ nah i’m good. “ he nodded before grabbing his toman jacket, tossing it to you. “ i can wear it? “ you looked up at him. “ nah, put it on your head. “ you slapped his arm, and put the jacket on over your tshirt. “ cmon. “ before you knew it, you were on the back of his motorbike, holding onto him so you didn’t fall or jump too much. the rides with draken were always fun, quiet but super fun.

once you made it to the building, you seen all your homeboys, they all said hey to you, waving and some of them coming up and hugging you. it started with baji, then kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, and the rest just stood around talking to you. “ where’s manjiro? “ you asked right before you heard the familiar voice. “ is that y/n? “ you smiled, before looking at your friend. “ hi, mikey. “ you laughed before walking up to him and nudging him. “ what’s up? you came to chill? “ he tilted his head. you nodded. after a while, the meeting started and you were sitting watching, the boys always handled what they needed to and then it was time to have fun. everyone stood around talking and having drinks, some eating some food. you found yourself standing in the corner with mikey, talking to him.

your intuition was nothing you ignored, so when your gut told you to ask this question. you did with no hesitation. “ mikey, do you know what.. mahal means? “ he turned his head , laughing. “ mahal? “ he repeated, sounding a bit more different than how you said it. “ that’s tagalog.. it means love. where’d you hear that? “ he’s curious now, but your heart sank when he explained. whoever wrote that note called you love.. in another language. you pretended like it was nothing and you just heard it somewhere but it was actually starting to freak you out. you decided to just have a good time and you would handle it later.

after about two and a half hours it was time to go, draken dropped you off at your house, you hopped off the bike and waved at him. “ bye kenny!! call me tomorrow!! “ you opened the door, slipping through it and closing it, you turned and locked the door. as soon as you started to turn around you felt a hot, very hot body against your own, it happened in the matter of seconds. a hand pressed agains your mouth, and your back pressed against what felt like a chest. the shriek you let out was loud, you started to panic. “ mahal.. “ you heard that damned word again from what sounded to be a male. you felt tears pool in your eyes and run down your face falling towards his hand. “ why are you crying.. “ he asked. you didn’t say anything, not that you could with his hand pressed against your lips.

how did he even get in here.. did you forget to lock the door or something? “ i’m not gonna hurt you.. i promise. “ he said sweetly, pressing his tongue flat against the shell of your ear, giving it a lick. you shivered at feeling.. he was strong so you didn’t bother to fight, thinking he’d possibly kill you if you tried to fight. “ mahal.. i just wanna make you feel good.. feel special. “ his body pressed more against yours, pressing you up against your own door. he licked and sucked at the skin under your ear, softly nibbling on you. you’re weak attempts to push him eventually, stopped as the feeling he gave you started to feel.. good. it was crazy. you had no idea who this was on what he looked like. “ i’m gonna move my hand.. if you scream.. i’m going to hurt you. okay? “ he snatched your head back to lean on his shoulder roughly. “ i asked you something.. “ your eyes closed as tears still fell from them. you were helpless against this man. you just nodded, letting out a small whimper. his hand found it’s way to your throat. “ s’good.. you smell amazing, baby.. mahal ko ito (i love it) “ you were still confused on why he was doing this if he didn’t even know you.

he ended up leading you to your own room and that scared you even more, he had to have been here way before you got back home to know his way through the house. he bends you over on your own bed. you cried out, “ please.. listen i don’t know why you’re doing this but i- ah! “ you shouted when you felt a stinging pain on your ass, “ i told you not to scream.. “ you feel him get even closer, he whispers in your ear, “ only i can hear you, mahal.. stop being so bad. i don’t wanna have to keep spanking you. “ he spoke very softly, but you could tell he was serious. he started to remove your pants and you cried softly, “ please.. “ you begged. he ignored your pleas and cries, sliding his arms under your thighs, flipping you over. and there he was.

those same purple eyes that watched you for three weeks, walking up and down your street, the eyes that watched you do your work and carelessly fall asleep with your laptop open, the eyes that watched you from aisles down at the convience store were now staring you back into yours. he was… beautiful. his made your breathing start to even out a little. the tears still sitting on the edge of your eyes as you watched every detail about him, he smirked. “ oh, stop looking at me like that.. you look like a sad kitten.. cmere. “ he pulled you closer by your thighs, you clenched your thighs together when he did so, but that earned you a fat red mark on your thigh. “ don’t. “ he wasn’t even looking at you at this point. his eyes were now focused on the way your panties were soaked, the darker spot covering the whole area of your pussy.

his white hair stuck to his forehead, he was sweating at this point, the way you twitched and grabbed at him but failed because of the grip he hand on your wrist, all you could do was cry out and whine. he was licking and sucking at your clit through your panties, watching you squirm and quiver at his actions. “ mahal.. you taste so sweet.. what’s wrong? “ he rubbed his thumb against your wrist in a soothing way, “ i won’t stop.. won’t stop until you pass out. promise. “ he smiled as he said it, lifting your panties from your pussy, he gave it a long lick, before placing his right hand down your abdomen, rubbing at your clit with his thumb, he was still watching you. “ you like it? “ he whispered, “ gusto mo ba? hm? (do you like it? hm?) “ he asked and you nodded your head .. “ yes.. “ izana laughed once again, finding it oh, so funny. he placed his lips around your clit once again. you almost screamed, but you remembered he told you not to. you heard the zipper of his pants coming down and you looked down, but he started to push you up and down, your hips making him switch from licking your clit and going into the cavern of your sex. this alone made you squirt all over his face.. he loved it. “ fuck.. you’re so dirty, baby.. “ he stood up and leaned over you, face wet with all of your essence, his earrings dangling over you as well. you looked down before he grabbed you by your throat once again, squeezing slightly.

“ look at me, mahal.. i’m right here.. “ you looked at him and before you could say anything, you felt his tip slowly entering your pussy. “ wait- oh shit- “ you heaved out. “ ah.. you have a potty mouth, baby.. hush.. “ he kisses your cheek, as he bottomed out into you, releasing one of the intoxicating moans in your ear. “ fuck- masikip.. (it’s tight..) “ izana groaned.. he pushed until his stomach was flat against yours, and he didn’t waste time either. he went fast, incredibly fast. “ f-fuckfuckfuck- “ you tried not to scream, izana was in your ear, moaning saying all types of lewd things both in english, and his native tongue. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he chuckled in your ear before tapping the side of your face. “ wake up.. “ he kept going, not letting up or slowing down his speed. “ ah- baby.. i’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this.. fuck.. “ izana started to squeeze your throat. “ i’m c-cumming!! oh god.. i’m cumming.. “ at this point your legs were in the air.. you chocked out that you were close and you came, you came everywhere. your juices leaking all over him, and yourself but he kept going even after you came, you gripped the back of your thighs, mouth hanging open and breath short. your head started to spin at this point.. you were at a lost of words for not only how he was fucking you. you still didn’t even know his name and he was fucking you like this.

this was about to be your third orgasm, you choked out again, “ fuck.. p-please… “ and izana looked down at you. “ what is it.. mahal? “ he spoke into your skin.. he was still fucking deep into you, what you didn’t know is that he had came once before as well, he never stopped fucking into you, the mixture leaking and pouring out of your hole as he choked you, fucking his load deep into you trying to bust another. “ please i- “ you felt your conscious lose you.. you passed out, legs and arms falling, that didn’t stop izana.. he kept fucking you until he came. he pulled out watching the milky white seed drip and pool from his cock and onto your tummy.

it took izana 10 minutes to clean you up, and place you under your sheets. he cleaned himself up as well, leaning down over you once he was dressed. “ i’ll see you soon, mahal. “ he kissed her forehead and disappeared into the night.

you woke up the next day with a banging headache. “ what the fuck.. “ you sat up wiping your eyes, you thought it all was a dream until you looked down and seen your pants were off.. and you seen another note right beside you.. you opened it, reading..

“ i loved make you feel so good, mahal. - izana. <3 “

…. izana was his name.

kai:3- this was really fun to write i can’t lie xxx, i don’t really know toooo tooo much about izana, he’s such a cutie patootie though i really had fun writing for him!! i’ll def write for him again!! i think i’m going to do a chifuyu smut next, ( chifuyu & rindou have been melting my brain:333) buttt this was my second ask & dedicated to @yourefavsakura !! i really hope you enjoy this<3

©️luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

( not proofread!! )

[tr4gictea]

hallooo !! Can I request a lyney, kaveh and Alhaitham x reader where reader is afraid of rain or gets extremely overwhelmed with the noise? Thank you sm and have a nice day !!

Lyney, Kaveh, & Alahitham w/Scared of Rain!Reader

❥Masterlist

Tags: fluff, scared reader, could be seen as romantic or platonic (Kaveh & Alhaitham), house of the hearth reader (lyney), orphan reader (lyney), teen reader (lyney), psychopathic reader (lyney), family dying (lyney), panic attack,

Including: Lyney, Kaveh, & Alhaitham

word count: 2,445 words

A/n: Thank you for the request @cheri-2047 ! And I would like to say that these episodes that the reader will have are based off of my experience of being overwhelmed so forgive me if they are not completely accurate.

Note for Kaveh fanfic writers: STOP WRITING KAVEH AS A BABY TWINK WHO CAN'T THINK FOR HIMSELF. Enjoy :D

Alhaitham

art: @ darkavey on twt

You had always been sensitive to noises. The sound of dishes clattering, and the chatter of people at the market all made you wanna rip out your ears. But by far the worst of all the sounds was rain. The onslaught of water may have calmed most but to you it was a sensory assault.

On this particular day, you decided to head out into the forest for a walk. You had gotten pretty far from your house when the sky started to darken and clouds moved overhead.

Spinning on your heel you try to speed walk back to your home when the rain starts to pour harder. The droplets hitting the leaves next to you were like a gong getting hit right next to your ear. Your vision got blurry and you lost your ability to think straight. Gripping your ears you picked up the pace of your walking. It was getting hard to tell which way you were going. Your overstimulated mind made things go into a blur and every way you turned seemed familiar but you could tell where you were. Where's your house? Why is the rain getting louder? I can't see anything! Why is Alhaimtham putting his headphones on me?! And how-! Wait Alhaitham?

While lost in your train of thought you failed to notice the acting grand sage walking over to you and placing his headphones on your ears. The moment he puts his headphones on you the world goes silent. No loud patter of rain. No roaring wind assaulting your ear drums. Just nothing. Your vision is still blurry but you know Alhaitam walked you away from the rain cause you don't feel any water hitting your back.

"Breathe in," You hear the sound of Alhiathams voice through his headset. Attempting to follow his instructions you realize you how uneven your breathing has become. Trying to breathe in was met with hiccups and small cries. "Breathe out,"

Letting out that breathe made you feel a little calmer but water left on your back made you feel cold. Gradually you started to feel in control of yourself.

Taking in your surroundings you find yourself in a warm house with green and yellow glass windows. The couch you were sitting on matched the architecture of the table in front of you. Wrapped around you was a green towel. Next to you was Alahitham using a small cloth to pat the water off your arm.

You clear your throat before you speak. "Thank you Alhaitham, sorry about that. I have overly sensitive ears and they do not do well in the rain."

"It's alright (Y/n), I'm not the best in loud spaces either," Alhaitham admits. "That's why I made those headphones they drown out all the noises I don't want to hear."

You touch the device covering your ears "hm, these are very handy."

"They are," Alhaitham responds, There's an awkward pause before he speaks again. "Do you want to keep them?"

"What!" You lean back in surprise. These headphones are always on the same no matter what the occasion is. You can't believe he is offering his headphones up so freely to you. "I couldn't, you've had these ever since I met you I couldn't possibly take these from you!"

"I have no attachment to this device," He states. "And besides I have a few extra in my attic so don't worry about me."

"Thank you, this is so nice of you,"

"Don't mention it."

Lyney

art: @ rinrenran_ on twt

Your life had always been quiet and unbothered by the hustle of the outside world. That all changed when your family died in a fire set by your brother. He was trying to make cookies on his own in the middle of the night. You were smart enough to smell the smoke and get out of the house fast. But the rest of your family wasn't as lucky. None of them made it out to see the sunrise.

Though your family was well-mannered in public society, they were distant and absorbed in their own lives. They cared little for what you had to do or say. Family dinners were rare and conversations between each other were brief. This always left a numbness in you that cloaked you like a fog.

So when they had died in that fire you were expected to cry, deny that they died, scream to the heavens to bring them back. But instead, you looked at them with a neutral face, shrugged it off, and asked them to turn down the radio. It's as if they told you they lost a book, not the news of your family being burned alive.

And this is how you caught the eye of the director of the House of Hearth, Arrlecino. She had recently acquired some funds to bring more orphans in and you were top of the list in acceptance. With how many psychopathic symptoms you show, you could be a cold-blooded killer under her direction.

So after the deaths of your parents, you were thrust into a new life under the House of Hearth's wing. The solitary existence you were used to was gone, and in its place was filled with children talking your ear off about different types of poisons and traps you can use on animals.

This constant chatter and loud noises going on around you made you remember why you liked your life before. It was quiet, calm, and straightforward. Unlike here where everywhere you go there is noise and it causes you headaches every night. And cherishing every second you got alone.

One night, you are awoken by the sound of rain hitting the roof. Rain was one of your least favorite sounds in the world, it was loud, overstimulating, and headache-inducing. But the fact that you were inside made it ten times worse. The roof seems to amplify the sound, turning the rain into a roaring river pounding above your head. The glass windows also made it a hundred times worse as the rain sound seemed to echo off the glass every time it hit it. You tried to retreat under the pillows and blanket, hoping the sound would become more bearable. But it only seems to grow louder. Your thoughts started jumbling together and this hot achy feeling spread across your whole body.

As if someone took control of your body and made you watch frames of what was happening. You got up from the bed and stumbled your way out of the bedroom shared by other orphans and into the hallway.

Unbeknownst to you in your panic, a figure watched you make your way into an empty room with a concerned look spread across their face. Following you into the room he found you huddled in the corner rocking yourself back and forward as if to comfort yourself, gripping your ears, tears streaming down your face, and eyes having a distant look on them. He's dealt with panic attacks before from some of his other siblings. He gets down on his knees and pulls you close to him.

"Shush, it's alright," the boy says trying to comfort you. "Can you hear me?" After a moment of trying to control your breath, you give him a nod.

He gives you a small smile. "Good, can you tell me what you feel?"

You feel his sleeve "F-fabric," You answer.

"Good, now can you name five things in front of you?"

"Bookcase, carpet... lamp, book, and um chair." You feel your control over your body comes back. You slow down your breathing and sigh in relief that you can't hear the sound of the rain anymore. Pulling away from the mystery person you are faced with the right-hand man of 'father' in front of them, Lyney. Jumping back in surprise you let out a string of apologies. One of the rules of the house was to not cry. They would kick you out for this, would they?

"Hehe, it's alright (Y/n)," the magician says. "Now if you don't mind me asking, what were you crying about?"

"Um, I-i am not good with loud noises. They cause me to have headaches." You confess to the man. "And the rain sound is overwhelming for me and I can't think straight when I hear it."

"Has this been going on your whole life?"

"I suspect so but it has gotten worse since I got here. With all the screaming children and stuff."

Lyney hums under his breath and rests his chin on his hand as he thinks. After of while of none talking you wonder if you should break the silence.

"Hey Lyney, could you not tell 'father' about this?" Snapping him out of his train of thought he turns to you. "I just don't this to become a big problem."

"I'm afraid to disappoint you but I'm gonna have to." A worried look spread across your face causing Lyney to backtrack on his statement "Oh but don't worry! Nothing gonna happen to you this is just so we can get stuff for your hearing! Don't worry!"

That relaxes you a little. "And hey we're family now, right?"

You let out a small hum and a small smile spread across your face. "Yeah, I guess so..." Maybe this family will be different...

Kaveh

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It seems like the gods were against you today. You lost your final paper for your class, your uniform got caught on your foot and is now ripped on the side, and it's raining. You heard that dreaded sound when you stepped out of the lecture hall. The patter of raindrops sent a shiver down your back.

Deciding for the sake of your sanity you would stay in the Akademiya until the rain stopped. Even though the sound of rain was muffled by the walls there seemed to be an event happening at the same time. The sound of people talking echoed through the halls and rang through your ears. The room began to feel more suffocating by the minute. Even if you moved to a room far away from the nosies of the event the sound of rain became more prominent.

After half an hour of searching for a quiet room, you decided on a small lecture room with no windows. You could still hear the sound of people and rain but it was the best you could do now. Seating yourself in one of the lecture chairs you place your head on the desk and cover your ears trying to block out all sounds.

The sound of the rain combined with the talking of people made an uneasy feeling spread across your body. Your palms felt clammy and your uniform felt hot.

You were blessed with ten minutes of slight peace when you were stirred by the sound of people yelling outside. It sounded like two men arguing and one sounded oddly familiar. The doors of the lecture hall burst open to reveal a regular Akademiya student and the light of kshahrewar, Kaveh. You knew Kaveh on a personal level so it wasn't odd to see him debate scholars like this.

"-and for one, I know a lot of highly ranked scholars that would deny your proposal straight to your face!" Kaveh looked like he was scolding the student more than debating him. Neither of them took notice of you and the yelling continued. It was getting too much for you to bear and you tried to interrupt them.

"Kaveh..."

"And for the relocation of the ancient artifacts will cost a lot..." You tried calling out to him but he just kept talking. They were too lost in conversation to hear you. The Akademiya student looked like he was trying to say something but Kaveh just kept talking.

"Kaveh!"

"I sure as hell won't be paying for it..."

"KAVEH!" You shout at him while throwing your binder at him.

"OW! WHO TH- oh (Y/n)!" He finally lowered his voice and his prominent frown was replaced with a bright smile once he saw you. "So sorry about that I was just telling this young man how his proposal would never be approved by any scholar with a brain." His scowl appeared back on his face when he started talking about the other man in the room.

"Mhm..." All you could do now was nod and agree with him until he stopped talking. The pain in your head is getting worse and Kaveh was not helping it.

"How can you say that when you haven't even rea-,"

"Can you both please stop talking, I feel terrible right now and your talking isn't helping." You cut off the student.

"(Y/n), Are you alright!? What's wrong?" Kaveh rushes up to you and places a hand on your forehead.

"Sorry but I wasn't-," the student tried to talk but Kaveh cut him off quickly.

"I've told you this before in many ways already, your proposal won't make it through any kind of Akademiya scholar's desk." He speaks in a hushed but sharp tone. "And the fact that you keep pushing when there is someone in need of help in front of you says all I need to know about your moral values."

"I'm sorry but-,"

"Get out."

"Yes, sorry sir..." The embarrassed and slightly scared Akademiya student bows toward you then Kaveh and leaves in a hurry. Kaveh can be scary when he needs to be.

"Are you alright (Y/n)? I'm sorry about that some students think they know-"

"Kaveh,"

"Right, sorry, off-topic, but what's wrong?"

"The rain and the people talking are loud and really overwhelming." You confess to him "And it's causing me a headache,"

He lets out a hum like he's thinking and looks around the room. His eyes land on a jacket that was probably left there by some student. Snatching it from the table he brings it over to you and places the jacket on top of your head then wrapping the sleeves over your ears tyes it under your chin.

"There!" He lifts his hands from your face looking proud of his work. "Does that help a little?"

The rain noises seem to have gone away under the jacket but the sound of people is still there. "Yeah, I think that's good."

"Now you just go back to taking a nap and I'll wake you when the rain has stopped."

"Thank you, Kaveh,"

"Oh, it's nothing." He says bashfully "And besides I was looking for a way to get out of that drowsy room. Did you know that most o-,"

"Kaveh."

"Oh sorry, forgot!" He scratches the back of his neck before letting out a breath. "But sleep (Y/n), don't worry I'll take care of you..."

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Golden Boy ; Osaki Shotaro

Pairings: Bestie!Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Description: Shotaro is everyone’s favourite person. Extremely lovable and kind to those around him, but there’s only so much he can take, especially when you keep pushing his limits.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut, minors dni.

a/n: shotaro’s been heavy on the brain recently, so this is extremely self indulgent.

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‘can someone remind me why we decided to put sohee in charge of the booking?’ chaewon’s irritated tone rang through the room, and anton who was nearby snickered.

‘don’t go laughing like that isn’t your best friend.’

it was finally summer break, bleak winters and stressing in libraries far behind you. so naturally it was right for you and your friend group to plan a getaway for the week.

only, things weren’t going quite to plan. at the start of the month, everyone was assigned with different tasks and unfortunately, sohee was left to book the place you were meant to stay.

but in typical boy fashion, he had chosen something far away from the activities you wanted to do, and the rooms weren’t looking the best either.

‘i told you to leave it up to shotaro, we were doomed from the start,’ you quipped in, the aforementioned boy not too far behind you as he broke into a wide smile.

osaki shotaro was the glue of the friendship. the dependable friend who always planned ahead, and got along well with everyone. you could never catch him without a smile on his face, and everyone else’s comfort was always a priority.

‘i booked us another place, just in case something like this happened. lucky us,’ he basked in everyone’s praises, paying particular attention to the way you patted him on the top of his head.

‘you’re a star taro.’

‘shotaro to the rescue.’

‘what’s wrong with the place i got us,’ sohee grumbled, phone in his hand pitifully as he pretended not to notice that it was in fact better.

‘stop whining and get in the car.’

wonbin and shotaro were the designated drivers, given that sungchan complained about a wrist problem, which he may or may not have been lying about just to get out of being the one behind the wheel.

so it left those two, and the friendship group decided the cars they were getting into based on an alarmingly competitive game of rock paper scissors.

‘yes, i got shotaro,’ you pumped your first in the air after being the second one to win, no longer caring as you hopped into the front seat, barely catching sight of seunghan dramatically dropping to his knees after losing to sungchan.

the journey felt longer than necessary, mainly because wonbin kept getting lost on the way. but your group of you, chaewon, shotaro and sungchan were more than okay because shotaro was the one behind the wheel.

his speed never faltered, skilfully maneuvering the car so that speed bumps were barely felt, and his playlist left you decently entertained, a couple songs that each individual could enjoy in there.

‘remind me to never get into a car with wonbin again,’ anton dramatically hopped out of the car, headphones now around his neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh come on, it wasn’t that bad,’ wonbin was the last to get out, keys in hand.

he had only gotten his license last month, but you had witnessed him almost reverse into the metal pole in front of your house, and instantly knew you were in no rush to be riding with him any time soon.

‘my poor baby, did the big bad diva scare you?’ you cooed, and anton played into it, jokingly sniffling as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘at least i have a license. not all of us can rely on shotaro to drive you places,’ he fires back, narrowing his eyes at the both of you.

‘don’t be jealous because i’m treated like the princess you so badly want to be.’

but he was right. your parents had nagged for months, wondering why you weren’t even trying to study for a drivers test. but why would you need to when shotaro would be there at a drop of a pen.

‘i’ll take you wherever you want to go,’ he told you last year when he first got his license, and he stuck to his word, picking you up and dropping you off whenever you needed. if he wasn’t available he would ask eunseok, who would complain about gas prices and leaving his warm home, but still come and get you anyway.

you were spoiled.

‘i’ve got your bags, let’s go in,’ shotaro passes by, your luggage juggled between two hands as he already makes his way through the now opened door, courtesy of sungchan.

the villa was beautiful, a dream vacation home, equipped with marble tiles and panoramic views. the kitchen was as wide as your living room, the appliances new and countertop squeaky clean.

‘maybe shotaro was on to something,’ sohee accepted defeat, that once again shotaro was the best man for the job and you all agreed.

excited to be away from the loud bustle of the city, you were the first one to slide the doors open and step into the patio, a huge pool greeting you.

this was going to be fun.

you felt another presence beside you, the familiar tufts of blonde hair coming in to view.

‘i put your stuff in your room, you’re sharing with chaewon,’ you grinned, drawing nearer to press a kiss on his cheek.

‘thanks taro, you’re the best,’ the blush on his cheeks only made you smile wider. he was too cute.

‘just doing my job.’

and that was what he continued to do. he was there when you spoke about craving pancakes the night before, waking up early to drive to the grocery store just to get you what was needed.

when you got out of the shower, lazily walking though the house and flopping onto the couch, he held your head in his lap as he dried your hair.

opening car doors, doing your seatbelt, holding your hand as you walked through the rocky beach. but not just you.

‘shotaro you should drive to the grocery store.’

‘shotaro can you call the guide and tell him we’re going to be late.’

‘shotaro i’m hungry can you make me some food?’

shotaro, shotaro, shotaro.

his smiley disposition made it harder for his friends to notice just how far they were pushing him. he didn’t mind helping others, but it was beginning to take a toll on him.

his energy slowly depletes, and on the last night of the trip he plops onto the couch, sighing as he tilts his head back.

how long could he keep his act up?

it wasn’t like he was a sociopath or anything, he did truly like his friends and loved that they relied on him, only showing off just how dependable he was.

but it all added up to the image that everyone had of him. the cute golden retriever, who needed to be babied and coddled, because he was too ‘innocent for this world.’

conversations about sex were often paused, with jokes about him not being able to handle it being thrown left and right.

he was always being hounded about the fact that not many girls seemed to linger around him.

‘you know how shotaro is, he’s probably just shy.’

the first time seunghan saw a girl leave your room one morning it became the topic of conversation for the next week.

‘how did you manage to do that? did you start crying half way through? my bet is you only lasted one minute.’

the friendship group was very oddly sexually charged. of course you never made advances towards each other, but your closeness permitted each other to talk about everything. in great detail.

and when shotaro wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing what happened, they just believed their assumptions were correct, cooing and teasing him.

he didn’t mind as much, after all he was sure that a lot of it were just jokes. it wasn’t like he wanted to stop hiding his desires anytime soon anyways.

‘we’re playing a game, courtesy of our little friend,’ your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, soju bottles in both of your hands as you sank down into the seat next to him.

thus started an alcohol fuelled session of truth or dare. for the most part the asks and dares were fairly tame; text the last person you messaged that you missed them, down 5 shots in under a minute.

quickly it was your turn again, and it was clear that the effects of the sweet liquor was seeping into your behaviour.

‘if you had to fuck one person in this room, who would it be?,’ chaewon slurred her words, eyes barely open as she points right at you.

you tap your chin, as if you’re actually giving great consideration to the question, before going through everyone in the circle.

‘hmm let’s see. eunseok has too much of a god complex, he’d probably moan his own name. respectfully sungchan has a girlfriend so pass. i think anton might call me mommy unironically, probably cry too. wonbin loves himself too much, same as eunseok. i only see sohee and seunghan like my little brothers.’

everyone laughed along, some protests thrown your way from eunseok and wonbin, but only one person sat waiting eagerly, the only persons name you didn’t mention. did that mean he was the one?

‘wait you skipped shotaro,’ anton called out, holding up six fingers.

‘did i?’

‘yeah you spoke about everyone else here but him.’

‘probably just a subconscious thing. my mind knew he wasn’t an option,’ you shrugged.

ouch.

‘why not?’ everyone waited expectantly as they watched you. it was no secret that the both of you were extremely close, so it wouldn’t be strange if you had thought about it before.

‘too boring,’ your answer was short, like it was something so obvious, not even worthy of debate. chaewon snorts, soju shooting out of her nose but she covers her mouth, because she knows exactly what you’re talking about.

‘what do you mean,’ shotaro speaks up finally, and for a split second the air feels tense. everyone thought he would just laugh it off, like he usually would, but he was the only one that looked serious.

‘you’re just too vanilla for me babe, no hard feelings.’

his jaw ticks, eyebrows furrowed as he processes what you said.

‘are you sure? you haven’t been- laid in a long time. i personally think shotaro would be a great fuck,’ sungchan vouches for his best friend, although the weight of his judgement was seriously downplayed by the fact that he couldn’t even keep his head up.

‘osaki shotaro? the most vanilla guy on this planet? i’ll pass,’ you’re doubling down on your statement, and it only emphasises the way you view him.

‘i’m not vanilla, stop saying that’ shotaro retorts, the laughter of everyone else in the room causing

his head to spin.

‘sure you aren’t babe. and i’m not the hottest bitch in this friend group,’ you pat his thigh.

your words linger in his mind. vanilla? he was far from it. if only you knew the dirty thoughts that circled his mind.

he was so sick of everyone coddling him, treating him like a little virgin boy, a novice at the act.

just because he wasn’t as vocal about his experiences as the rest of you guys were, doesn’t mean they didn’t happen at all.

he allows it to eat at his mind for the rest of

the night, and you continued to only make it worse for him.

‘stop touching each other, gross. poor shotaro doesn’t even know what to do.’

strike one.

someone could literally run over his dog and he would probably apologise. biggest pushover in the universe.

strike two.

he’s definitely got golden retriever energy. i just pity the girl who tries to start anything sexual with him, he’ll probably freak the fuck out.

strike three.

his blood was boiling, a dull thump ringing in his ears. his hands were turning white, the way he had continuously clenched and unclenched his fists.

what was so wrong with being a good guy? must everyone display on their foreheads the freaky shit they like to get up to in their free time.

‘tell them- tell the guys what you said to me yesterday,’ chaewon sat on wonbin’s lap, practically screaming in his ear as he winced, slapping a hand over her mouth.

‘about what? that shotaro has a small dick?’

you’re out.

the alcohol had clearly gotten to you, your mouth a lot more sharp as it lacked the ability to filter the things you were saying. it was obviously a joke to you, you couldn’t care less if it was big or not, it wasn’t like you were ever going to fuck him.

‘come find out if it’s really small,’ he glares, the words sharp on his tongue, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

‘who let shotaro loose.’

all the teasing does nothing to quell his anger. is this the image everyone had of him? a small dicked pushover? if only they knew.

the mind of shotaro osaki was dark. riddled with lust and mean thoughts, but he kept them all at bay. ever since he was in high school he figured he would scare people away if they knew how he truly felt, what truly kept him up at night?

one by one everyone reached their limits, retreating to their beds for the night, a stumbling mess.

but you sat there, empty bottle in hand, head pounding as you tried to sober up a little. you hadn’t even realised you had dozed off, not until you woke up and were met with a semi dark room, completely silent.

shotaro’s jumper was draped over you, and a glass of water and some tablets were placed on the table in front of you. appreciative, you guzzle the cool water down, loving the way it soothes your throat.

you would have thought you were alone if it wasn’t for shotaro’s hunched over figure in the corner of the room, almost scaring you shitless.

‘taro, are you okay?’ you call out.

he lifts his head, seeing that you’re awake and rises to his feet, completely ignoring your question.

‘my room. now’

he left no time for you to protest, already walking towards the room he had to himself, as you trailed behind nervously.

this was the first time you’d ever seen him so angry, and you feared that you might have taken it too far this time.

you racked your brain, thinking of the right things to say, anything to bring back your friends usual self.

he waited for you to come inside before closing the door behind you, and you heard a click.

‘shotaro i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to speak.’

you froze in shock, not used to his tone of voice, and you almost craned your neck around to see if he was talking to someone else.

he stalked closer to you, stopping right in front, only inches apart.

‘is this what you would call small,’ in an instant he has your small hand in his, guiding it towards the print in his trousers and you gasp in shock, jumping back.

it was huge, enough to make you swallow your words and bite your lip as your mind runs rampant.

‘you know, everyone expects me to be some type of angel sent from heaven or something. i’m at everyone beck and call, innocent little shotaro who will do anything you ask. he’s too nice to know anything, he’s probably a virgin.’

‘it pisses me off. especially hearing you do it.’

‘it was-‘

‘stop.fucking.talking,’ he’s livid, enunciating each word and he’s soon got you backed up, edging closer and closer to the edge of his bed.

‘you’re a fucking brat, you know that. i do all these things for you and this is how you repay me? brats like you need a good fuck to get their minds straight. don’t you?’

you’re at a loss of words, trying to figure out how the sweet, lovable shotaro that you know is now looking down at you with a twist of malice and lust. but more importantly, why was it sending a shiver down your spine, squeezing your legs together as you gulp.

he notices, and he chuckles, running a hand over his face, ‘i fucking knew it.’

in one swift movement you were on your back, back hitting the mattress hard, but you have no opportunity to adjust as shotaro settles over you.

‘no hard feelings babe, i’ve got a lot of anger built up inside of me. you’ll let me take it out on you, yeah?’

you nod dumbly, thinking nothing of his words, expecting nothing too crazy. but boy were you wrong.

that’s how you found yourself in your current position shaking with pleasure and pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but he won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading.

‘please im sorry, im sorry please just-‘ you can’t even finish your sentence, another moan ripping through your throat and you blink rapidly, the tears sticking to your eyelashes, that had been building up for the past couple of minutes, began to fall.

you hope that he’d see your current state, take mercy on you and eventually ease himself out of you. but the tears only encourage him to see how messy you could really get.

‘don’t cry now- fucking take it,’ he’s ruthless, your legs are pushed back, further and further till they’re almost reaching your ears, and the new angle makes you feel him even more.

‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips snap viciously into yours, practically splitting you open as you use all the strength you can muster to push away, your palm flat against his pelvis as you shake your head.

‘move your fucking hand,’ he doesn’t slow down, looking down at your weak attempt to get him to stop.

‘taro-taro please- i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to fucking speak did i? just shut the fuck up and take it,��� he delivers a harsh slap to your cheek, and although it stings, it makes you start to cream around him.

‘look at you, like a dumb fucking slut. cant even use your words, just panting like a bitch in heat.’

‘stupid slut, you like when i call you names and throw you around. such a fuck-fucking whore,’ you’re squeezing him, tighter and tighter as you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching you.

shotaro had spent the majority of your friendship lending his ears to all your sex stories, slightly jealous when he heard all about how much you loved it rough.

but now he didn’t have to fuck other girls and pretend they were you, he had the real thing right in front of him.

‘fuck-fuck-fuck,’ you chant, practically floating as you feel so close. he’s fucking you so good, so deep that you’re sure his dick will leave a permanent imprint in your pussy.

‘look me in the eye, there you go. look at me while you- shit. while you make a mess all over my cock,’ he’s dipping his head lower, till your noses are practically bumping against each other, wanting to see for himself how he destroys you.

you don’t last much longer, a couple of rubs to your clit and you feel the coil in your stomach snap as your head hangs back, lips parted as you convulse under him.

you expected that to be the end, for him to at least slow down, but he does nothing of the sort, overstimulating you till you’re practically wrestling out of his grip, legs giving out as a string of curses escape your lips.

‘n-n-no more. please taro,’ it’s getting harder for you to breathe, the grip he has on your throat and hip simultaneously giving you no chance of escaping.

‘aww but i thought this was what you wanted? getting fucked stupid, that’s why you said isn’t it,’ the smile that used to bring you comfort was now making you shiver, something so sinister about the way he looked down at you.

‘i can’t anymore. p-please taro let me go.’

‘i’m not done with you yet,’ you see the evil glint in his eye, as he flips you over, forcibly pushing down onto your spine until you arch perfectly for him.

you find yourself crying once again, overwhelmed as you scrunch the sheets between your hand, needing something to ground you.

‘you say you don’t want it but look how that pussy’s squeezing for me,’ it’s hard to believe such filthy words are leaving shotaro’s lips.

‘who’s got you so wet?’

‘fuck baby, do you feel that?’

digging his nails now into the skin of your hips. your eyes roll back as you feel the head of his cock now pressing up against your cervix with each brutal, angry thrust.

‘who’s fucking you this good? let the whole house hear it.’

you shake your head, biting your bottom lip so hard it draws blood as you desperately try not to scream but shotaro has other plans.

‘what did i just fucking say? huh?’ he wraps his hand around your hair, yanking you up until his lips are right by your ears.

your senses are overwhelmed as you try oh so hard to contain yourself, clenching around him even harder.

‘shit, you taro. fucking me so good’ you whine so loudly, you’re sure that the neighbours would be able to hear.

it’s all becoming too much for you, your eyes unfocusing, rolling behind your head. head buried in the pillows, throat sore as you shake your head from side to side

your hands snake out from underneath your head in an attempt to slow him down but it’s no use. it makes him go even faster, even deeper as he holds your wrists between his hands.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” shotaro quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

the squelching noises gradually increasing, the sounds you were making were filthy and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

but other people walking in on you two was the least of your concerns. it was hard to conjure up a single thought, the way shotaro is pummelling into you overtaking ever single sense.

you could barely hold yourself up anymore, leaning all of your weight into shotaro, legs and mind numb, as you let him degrade you even more, leading you to yet another orgasm.

only this one feels a little different. he was hitting the spot, over and over again, practically drilling into you and you felt an immense amount of tingling in your bottom half.

‘taro- oh fuck- you have to-have to stop. i think-shit i think i need to pee.’

you’re embarrassed, scared that if he doesn’t listen to you that you might end up urinating all over him. but he doesn’t care, nor does he stop.

you hit his thigh repeatedly, shaking your head as you desperately try to get away from him, but he’s much stronger than you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you there as he continues.

you felt so full, the pressure only increasing with each thrust as you practically grow limp in his arms. a squeal leaves your lips, followed by a large volume of clear liquid, soaking both you and shotaro, all over his thighs and seeping into the sheets underneath you both.

‘there we go, knew you could do it,’ he groans, unable to take his eyes away from the pool of cum, obsessed with how you were both covered in it.

he wants to make you do it again, to tease you and draw another orgasm out of you, but you’re well spent, twitching in his arms as you mumble.

‘no more- no more.’

although he knew he could go for two more rounds if he really wanted to, he respected the way your body was telling him that you were done.

‘shhh it’s alright. i’ve got you baby,’ he lifts you off of him, sweat coating your body as you cling onto him.

and then you pass out, unable to carry on anymore, letting shotaro take care of you as he cleans you up, then tucks you in your own bed, whispering some excuse to chaewon about finding you asleep on the couch by yourself when she stirs from her sleep.

then he’s back to his normal self, smiling widely as he watches everyone take their seat at the table, busying himself by the stove.

you were the last one to arrive, barely able to walk, legs practically jelly as you take small steps.

‘what happened to you?’ sungchan quipped, but you were too busy trying to relearn how to work with the newfound ache in your legs to give him a suitable comeback.

if it wasn’t for the effects you were feeling from last night, you would chalk it all down to being an extremely vivid wet dream.

but there was no mistake, shotaro osaki fucked you within an inch of your life yesterday night. and judging by the smirk on his lips, his eyes following your every moment, something tells you it wouldn’t be the last time.

guess he wasn’t such a golden boy after all.

[bucky-bucket-barnes]

more! headcanons! please!

bucky getting used to modern crap headcanon

considering Bucky is over 100 years old, your boyfriend is more with the times than people give him credit for

socially he's quite progressive, but a lot of other things, he tends to be fuzzy on

food for starters

that man acts like he is scared of any other seasonings besides salt and pepper

"doll, you barely touched your dinner, are you upset?" / "i already told you im not eating boiled chicken :)" / "well now i'm upset :')"

the first time you took him to mcdonalds, you thought he was going to black out

"why does the soDA HURT" / "told you not to order the sprite" / "it's sprite, it's not supposed to feel like i'm drinking engine fuel"

also, tech. he was also very bad at tech

"yeah, so i have my bluetooth-" / "you have a what?" / ". . .bluetooth headphones" / "are you. . . do we need to go to a hospital?" / "bucky what are you talking about" / "your tooth is blue and you're talking to me like i'm the crazy one" / "did you miss the headphones part"

also the dishwasher for some reason?

you thought it was sweet that he always insisted on washing the dishes until you realized he had an ulterior motive

it was when you caught him rewashing the plates you tossed in the washer that you said something

"buck, i already washed those :)" / "i knew this day would come :'|" / "what?" / "it's the dishwasher" / "is there something wrong with it?" / "i just don't get it" / "explain" / "people throw anything in these things, i'm not cleaning my dishes in that" / "baby, it's safe-" / "want to know what else is dishwasher safe? dildos! i don't want sex water on my pasta- stop laughing i'm being serious."

okay, most of the time it led to funny situations so it was fine

like that one week where bucky would end every text with a picture of a heart until you explained to him what emojis were

or that other time he tried to secretly order you flowers while on a mission using his phone

bucky accidentally ordered a dozen bouquets of roses instead of twelve dozen roses

he tried to play it off like it was on purpose, but you knew by his confused look when the third bouquet showed up that he had fucked up

the best, though, was when peter showed him twitter

he was as fascinated as he was confused

"honey, do you think i'm babygirl?" / (choking on water noises) / "well, stevesnipple on twitter said sometimes a grown man is babygirl. am i?" / ". . .yeah, honey" / "fuckin' knew it, sam's gonna be so jealous"

or that time he kept using the word stan wrong

"i stan you ;)" / "im begging you to stop saying words you don't know how to use, that is the cringiest thing you have ever said" / "is being a super fan of my girlfriend a crime now? blocked and canceled" / "omG"

or that time he kept using tea in inappropriate situations

"and after that, i lost my arm :(" / "babe, i'm so sorry-" / "and that's the tea :,("

okay, so a lot of shit confused him, but he didn't mind

he thought it was a great excuse to ask you for help without sounding needy so you two could just hang out <3

[seat-safety-switch]

My house is on the migratory route for ducks. Every fall, and every spring, there's a bunch of noisy ducks flapping over my home, quacking their nightmare noises. There's poop, sure, but the bigger problem is all the lost sleep. Quack, quack, quack, all night long.

At first, I figured I would be a good global citizen about it. We're all part of the same ecosystem, and ducks have just as much of a right to be here as anyone else. As you have been trained to do with so many other things in today's world, I put up with it. I bought noise-cancelling headphones, I set up a noise-cancelling fan, and I hired a guy to play the cymbals all night in my backyard to scare them away. Nothing doing: it turns out the sound of cymbals crashing makes ducks extremely horny, and I had to find a new cymbal player, plus also settle with the old one in court for his (valid, but disgusting) workman's injury claims.

The next tactic was simple redirection. I put a kiddie pool in the dog park down the hill, filled it with water, and left a few loaves of dumpster-dove bread out to attract the fowl. This seemed like it would work great, until I remembered that the ducks are generally bright enough not to fall for a trap that involves getting eaten by dozens of hungry Schnauzers. Two-nothing, then.

Ultimately, I hit upon the right solution while doing something else entirely. There's a very expensive lake community a few minutes away from my house, and while I was there raiding their dumpsters, I noticed that there was a perfectly good pedal-driven swan boat in the trash. Some kids had set off some fireworks in it, so it was a little singed in places and melted in others, and surely no longer watertight. What it did have, though, was duckness.

With help from a gas-powered go-kart frame, a GPS unit from one of the self-driving delivery robots that I "accidentally" struck with my car to receive free burritos from, and about four nights of banging on it with a wrench, I soon had a duck decoy of a whole new kind. It worked better than I ever could have imagined, luring the ducks away from their prescribed flight path and directly onto the highway.

There's just one flaw: the go-kart ran out of gas about an hour into the trip. I went to go get it back, because I'll need it for the fall, but a protective swarm of vicious waterfowl surround their wounded-but-huge brethren at all times. It just goes to show you that electric cars are the future. If I had solar-powered this sucker instead, I bet I could have run it on the interstate for like a day or two before the accumulated poop blocked out the light.

[badomensgoodomens]

Just Pretend

noah sebastian x reader (fluff)

( request stories/scenarios in my asks!!!!)

Noah had spent hours trying to get over you. you were his best friend, he didn't want to taint that.

he was slowly reaching breaking point, almost angry at the fact you were consuming his every being.

he released his anger on songs, and punching bags, however it quickly turned to sorrow.

the reasoning behind that, was these dates you were going on. they left you heartbroken and in despair by the end of the night. the whole band lived together, including your manager, and the walls weren't exactly thick enough to drown out your anguished cries.

it was after a very specific evening, he lost it.

your date had hurt you, a nasty bruise on your upper arm.

folio, whom he'd confided in multiple times, had to send him out, concerned he'd do something violent.

he came back, late at night, knocking softly on your door. you wipe your tears with your sleeve, your eyes puffy.

"come in.."

the door clicks open, he walks in.

he looks..

sweaty.

ew.

he shuts the door behind him, taking a deep breath in.

"are you okay?"

his voice is quiet, almost scared to hear the answer. you sniffle,

"y-yeah.."

he crosses the room, pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm sorry."

you shake your head, looking up at him.

"why are you saying sorry...?"

he looks down at you fondly, wiping your tears with the pads of his thumb.

"nobody is treating you the way you deserve, y/n."

you sniffle,

"i uhm..."

he clears his throat.

"i have a song to show you."

you wipe your tears, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. he takes your hand, leading you to his room. he sits you down in his chair, placing his headphones on your head. you watch as he presses play on an audio file labelled 'Just Pretend'

its a rough, acoustic version. something in earlier production. you take in his somber voice, and the lyrics.

you look up at him, wide confused eyes.

"is this.... who is this about?"

he goes a little shy, biting his cheeks anxiously.

"uhhh.... you..?" he answers, a little hesitant.

your eyes well up with tears.

"you wrote a song about me..?" you ask, affection racing through your veins, but you were also terrified.

"its you. its always been you." he whispers, taking your hands. he closes his eyes. you panic, why was he acting like this?

"youre all i fucking think about, its pathetic.I can't pretend i dont love you anymore. i tried not to indulge these thoughts, i tried to leave you alone. you're my bestfriend. i don't ever want that to change. and if i can't have you, id like to atleast let nick know i tried." his words are desperate, he clings to you like a lifeline.

your eyes are wide.

noah loves you.

noah loves YOU

NOAH loves you

noah LOVES you.

you swear your heart stops beating for a second. his words echo continuously through your mind. you almost didn't believe it.

"you love me..?"

your voice is timid and shy, a testament to the immense emotions playing through your head.

he pulls your head closer to his, resting his forehead against yours. his touch so gentle. he cares for you, more than hed like to admit.

"ofcourse i fuckin do, i fucking love you and its killing me."

you gulp. was this real?

"i-... uh..."

he cringes. almost flinching back.

"if you don't like me back we can pretend this never happene-"

panic courses through you, your only response is to pull him in for a tight hug. he hesitates, unsure of what this means.

"youre kidding.. tell me you're joking." you mutter.

he relaxes within seconds, squeezing you extra tight.

you pray he says the words you've been begging to hear for the past 4 years of friendship.

"im in love with you, and if you'll have me, id like to treat you the way you deserve."

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that is how you find yourself squealing in nicks room.

"oh my god nick!!!! ahhhhH!!! he asked me out!!!!"

nick laughs, noticing how oblivious you are to noah, whos leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

eventually he chuckles, which makes you yelp. you throw a pillow in his direction, incredibly embarassed.

he chuckles again, crossing the room. he pulls you into his arms, his fingers digging into your side. you throw your head back in giggles, squirming. he hugs you tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"you're so sweet, baby."

you flush, not used to a nickname.

nick groans, regretting his endorsement of noahs confession.

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gang im trynna make these longer but my fingers are crampingggg

i wrote this in 20 minutes (i do this for all my drafts HAHA)

im not gonna edit this cause im lazy but enjoy cuties!!

give me ur feedback (but don't be mean im sensitive HAHA)

[betyloca]

members of the x-men with a s/o who was in a mutant circus and his/her mutation in which she is a symbiote

scott summers

• heard that the new student came from a circus

• I wouldn't ask I wouldn't want to ask and make you uncomfortable

• but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet a new student

- Hi, I'm Scott Summers.

- Hello, I'm y/n.

- If you need to get out of here I know how to escape and take you wherever you want

• this boy had no idea what your mutation was, he thought you were very strong

• until he saw you create symbiotic tentacles

• He is impressed by your mutation and offers to help you in your training.

• worries when there are loud sounds that could hurt you

• is impressed with the amount of food you can eat

•He loves your full symbiote form and thinks you're very intimidating, which would help him scare people for fun.

• he lets you work with him so that you can be with him

jean gray

• found out that a new student had arrived

• She knows where you come from and what your life was like in the circus because she read your mind.

• you were in the courtyard of the mansion when you met her

- Hi I am ..

- y/n I know I'm Jean Gray

- how do you know my name?

- I'm a telepath

- oh can I sit with you?

- of course, why not

• they began to be almost always with her

• One day you showed him your mutation by making claws appear and your arm turning a symbiotic black color.

• You thought you had scared her but she already knew about your mutation. You're glad she wasn't scared.

• She knows what it's like for people to fear you so she doesn't let anyone mess with you.

• He likes to have lunch with you in the mansion garden even though you always end up eating almost everything due to your voracious hunger.

• likes it when you do stunts to impress the

• He likes it when you are in your symbiotic mass form and you are lying on his bed or couch and you are on his chest sleeping while he caresses you.

• I wouldn't let you have fun with her, she's afraid that she'll hurt you with her telepathy.

• He doesn't get scared when he sees your full symbiote form because he knows you would melt at his touch.

kurt wagner

• he was excited at the idea of making a new friend

• He heard rumors that you came from a circus. He knew what it was like to live there since he was in one.

• you were walking through the hallways lost when you ran into him

- Excuse me, do you know where the classrooms are?

- If you want I can take you

- okay thanks, I'm y/n

- I'm Kurt Wagner

• immediately became your friend

• He doesn't leave your side until he told you that he also lived in a circus

• That's how they began to share experiences of how they lived

• He likes it when you show off your stunts since you were a trapeze artist.

• One day when they were at the mall a guy started making fun of his appearance making him feel horrible.

boy: look that guy looks like a monster hahaha* laughing with his friends*

Kurt: We better go* while looking at the ground*

y/n: hey, the only monster is me, you idiot* while deforming his face making his eyes white and his mouth bigger with sharp fangs*

boy: ooh shit let's go * while he runs with his friends *

• He is impressed by your mutation and likes to ask what else you can do.

• gets worried when there are loud noises and when it happens he covers your ears

• At Christmas I give you headphones to prevent you from hearing the fireworks so they don't hurt you.

• keeps you away from anything flammable wants you to be safe

• He likes it when you are in your symbiotic dough form. He thinks you are very cute. He loves having you in his hands while he feeds you (he likes to concentrate on you).

•When this boy finds out that you can have fun with a person, he feels curious and nervous when you have fun with him.

• when he gets used to it he likes to be with you all the time talking to you while you talk to him in his head

• At first he was scared by your full symbiote form but he didn't mean to. He liked how intimidating you looked but he knows you wouldn't like him

[gingiesworld]

Hi, can you do a Wanda x Male Reader? R is a tattoo artist and wanda is going to get a small tattoo, they both like each other and end up dating. R and Wanda are very sexually active and after sex, Wanda likes to draw R's tattoos with her finger.

Ink and Love

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings : Smut. Fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda was walking through town with her best friend and roommate Nat. Soon their eyes found a new shop in town which had never been there before.

"That's new." Nat stated as the two looked inside. Wanda's gaze was upon the guy covered in tattoos, smiling softly at his concentration as he tattooed his client. "Wanda?"

"What?" Wanda was soon snapped out of her thoughts by a smirking Nat.

"You should get a tattoo." Nat told her as Wanda shook her head no. "Go on. Just a small one." Nat pulled her inside with her as the tattoo artist was just finishing up with his current client. The two girls listened as he explained about the after care.

"How can I help you?" He asked once the previous customer had left.

"My friend here wants a small tattoo. It's her first one." Nat told him as Wanda was lost for words.

"Have you got any idea in mind?" He asked Wanda who shook her head no. "Can you talk?" He asked her with a smirk.

"Yes." She squeaked out nervously as Nat coughed to hide a laugh. "I mean yes." She spoke in a more steady voice.

"I guess given how you are dressed, maybe these soft gothic designs are more for you." He gestured for her to look through a book.

"I like this one." She spoke as she pointed at a small red rose.

"Where would you like it?" He asked her. "Sometimes these are placed more under the collarbone by most customers."

"That sounds perfect." She mumbled nervously as Nat decided to leave.

"So if you can just pull your dress down a little bit." He asked her as he got all of his equipment ready before shaving the area from any tiny hair folicles that can ruin the tattoo. Wanda watched as he carefully applied the template before he got the ink and the gun prepared. "So, this is your first tattoo?" He asked her as he started. "This will hurt."

"Yes." Wanda winced as he started the needles. "You're my first." She soon blushed when she tried to correct herself.

"Don't worry darling, I know what you mean." He reassured her, lifting his eyes to her emerald irises. If he didn't have a needle in his hand he would have willingly got lost in the sea of green. "Are you single?" He asked her.

"That's a bit personal isn't it." She chuckled as he smiled at her.

"I know but I need you to answer so I can ask another question." He stated with a smirk as Wanda nodded.

"Yes. I am single." She told him.

"Well, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked her as she just nodded with a smile. That was just the start of their story. After the third date, he had asked her to be his girlfriend to which she answered by pulling him in by the collar into her apartment. That was the first of many times which had urged Nat to buy herself some noise cancelling headphones.

"Fuck." She moaned as she rode him, her hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin as she neared her climax. Y/N not letting her calm down before flipping her over and chasing down his own high.

"Oh." She moaned lewdly as he bit her collarbone, leaving another mark over the already fading one. He soon reached his orgasm with a grunt as she came once more. He pulled out and collapsed beside her, Wanda instantly laying her head on his chest and tracing the outine of his tattoos on his stomach.

"I love you." He spoke for the first time as he gazed at her, watching as a smile etched it's way onto her face as she kissed him tenderly.

"I love you." She whispered before she noticed a new tattoo on his neck. "When did you get this?"

"A friend of mine done it for me." He told her as she traced the new crown tattoo with her name underneath. "I have known for a while that I love you, I was just scared to say it out loud." He admitted as she cuddled into him. Feeling extremely safe until they heard a knock on her bedroom door.

"Can you please fuck quietly. Some of us are trying to sleep here and live a single boring life!" Nat yelled through the door as the couple just chuckled at her.

[issa-pheonyx]

Sub!Fuckboy!Leon X Fem!Nerd!Reader [P.1?]

𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗽. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 (𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻). 𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆?? 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻~

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

Of course, there is the fuckboy teasing the nerd and he gets so much praise, worship, and authority for it. The audacity really. It is unbelievable, but you ignore him and focused on your studies. Blasting music in your headphones when you hear him shout your name to deafen that stupid dog. If that doesn't work he would come up to you. Standing in front of you with his arms crossed, moving either side to get in your way-you know that typical shit. It has gotten out of hand though when you went to a friend of a friend's party. You asked them more than once for reassurance that Leon would not be there and they confirmed, impatiently, that he was NOT going to be there...

Boy, did they lie to you~

It was all well watching some chaotic shit going down. Guys throwing themselves into bedroom doors as they flop to the ground. People's flashing their cameras out recording the events. Some doing stunts to jump in the pool in the backyard. It was fun, obviously, with your friends there. That is until you hear one of the dudes yell,"AYEEEE, LEON!!!" Your heart dropped hearing the name as you slowly looked at the entrance revealing none other than Leon himself. He had a girl being wrapped around by the waist from his arm and the another on the opposite end touching his thick bicep. "I'm leaving." You threw your cup into the trash can. Your friend argued to stay and that both would just avoid him

You didn't want to bother as you try to find an escape, but unfortunately it was pretty blocked up by so many people piled around. You couldn't break out, so you were stuck being there, miserable. Your friend suggested to go upstairs since it was a bit more chill. That was an understatement when it would just be people sucking and eating each others faces. But, there was one bedroom not occupied, so you both stayed there. That is until your friend didn't feel their phone in their pocket, so they left to find it. You waited and waited, but lost patience and decided to go downstairs yourself

That was not a good idea. As you made it down you would be in the living room, but noticed how everyone had their phones out. "What the hell?" Before you can react you were surprised with ice cold buckets of water on you. You gasp loudly due to the freezing cold water. You were dumbfounded and next thing you know you got hit hard by a pillow that the feather came out, sticking on your soaked clothes. Everyone was laughing, cackling, and getting gassed up by the unfortunate event. You try to run only to eat shit hitting the ground. Hard. Hard that your glasses broke and cut your temple from the impact

The pain seem to concern you more than the people's sick prank. "Watch your step." A familiar voice said as you look up. It was Leon looking down at you, smugly. "You bastard..." You growled and picked yourself up even when your head was throbbing causing you to feel dizzy. Your knee and hip aching hitting down the slippery floor. You just glared at him as he laughs at you. "I ain't scared of you, babe. Not one bit." Your chest heaves, but felt something streaming down your temple as you touched it. Blood. The glasses must've stabbed pretty deep. Everyone gasps as your hand tremble

Leon looks at your hand and says,"Whoops. My bad." Before he can let out another sick chuckle you grabbed a broken piece of your glasses from the floor and strike at him. Leon was able to pull back and slip from the water. You were so close to stabbing his eye out only for it to cut his cheek. "Next time I fucking see you I will kill you. On sight. No matter the time of day, Leon." You walked away from the party and start to run. Running fast, so they wouldn't call the cops on you. Worst part is...your friend was in on it too watching with the crowd, phone out, light flashing, recording everything. Some streaming it. At least it was the weekend and soon you will be seeing him again in the weekday. You are definitely going to prepare yourself for that~

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[sweetkpopmusings]

bang chan coworker headcanons <3

a/n: i'm once again sorry it has been so long !! life is chaotic, so my writing time had been reduced dramatically :-( regardless i hope this (and the other posts i'm forcing myself to finish soon) will bring you joy ! i really really wish chan was my coworker :,-) pics not mine <3

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none! | pairing: coworker!bangchan x gn!reader | requests: open

you met chan while staying late to finish up a huge report before the quarter was over

you stayed so late that the lights in the office automatically turned off, so, phone in hand as a flashlight, you walked through the dark office and hoped you could get this sorted before you completely lost all will to finish your work

unfortunately, your phone flashlight did not have a wide enough range to capture everything around you, which meant you were completely unaware of chan walking toward the same spot

you were made aware of his presence when you two bumped into each other and screamed

while you caught your breath, chan asked if you were okay

you replied, still unable to see much in the dark office, “who are you?” which made him laugh

“i’m chan, usually the only one who has to bump into things in order to find the override switch”

you laughed, and, once the lights came on, you realized you recognized chan from his frequent trips to the coffee machine

he recognized you by the fact you usually had headphones on at work, visibly enjoying whatever you were listening to that day

as you walked back to your respective desks, you made introductory small talk, feeling much calmer now that there was a very small chance of another jump scare

by the time you wrapped up, it was far too close to being the next day for your liking

chan, being as caring and responsible as he is, didn’t leave until he knew you were safely headed your way home

as a thank you, you decide to bring him a coffee the next morning

he was so focused on his work that you gave him a good jump scare when you said “hi,” which immediately sent both of you into a giggling fit

that solidified the chemistry between you two, and the rest was history

chan’s coffee habit benefited you, as he would buy a coffee for you on the mornings he stopped by a cafe

you always told him he didn’t need to, and he always said it would hurt his feelings if you didn’t have as much of a morning boost as he did every morning he saw you

his cheesiness aside, you were moved by the sweetness of the gesture

he’s also very much the "iced coffee is a meal" and "this is a latte so it counts as breakfast" kind of coworker i may or may not be that coworker so you put fruit or granola bars on his desk in the mornings

chan beams with joy every time he sees it, but he never lets go of believing coffee counts as breakfast

chan also makes several playlists for different moods at work 

he sends them to you whenever he has finished a new one, buzzing with excitement while he waits for your review

he'll send you an old one too if he knows you need to be uplifted, get in the zone, etc.

when you make him a playlist, he practically melts into a puddle on the floor

all of his friends have that playlist memorized because he plays it all. the. time.

and yes, all of his friends know just about everything about you because you are chan’s favorite part of the workday

chan invites you to little dinners or hangouts with his friends pretty regularly since they’re all dying to meet you

you are surprised by how much chan has told them, and fairly flustered by how much chan remembers about you from quick conversations 

he teases you for blushing, but his ears are bright red which seungmin points out immediately 

one of his other favorite things is when you can hang out after work just the two of you

sometimes, if you can get off early, he’ll insist on “going on an adventure” because you’ve been gifted with rare free time

the adventure often ends up being a trip to target or something casual, but you both have the time of your lives

your coworkers always know when you two are hanging out by the sound of laughter echoing through the office

chan’s dad jokes have gotten so much stronger since he met you because he finally has someone he can pester with them all day long

if you two can’t chat during the day because you’re swamped, or because your supervisors told you you needed to stop messing around so much, chan will message you a dad joke every hour and peek over his desk to watch you open the message

you two have to hold your hands over your mouths to keep from bursting into laughter

at this point, it’s so normal that your coworkers don’t get concerned when they see tears in your eyes

your coworkers also know when one of you is out sick or on vacation because you two are so different without the other in the office

lowkey they miss you two being together like you’re entertainment for the whole office

sometimes you end up staying late at the office together, but, instead of scaring each other while looking for the light switch, you listen to music while you work in peace

or you have deep conversations because you can’t handle looking at a document for another second

you’re both enchanted by each other’s minds, and it’s so easy to have life-changing revelations whenever you open up to each other

so, while working overtime isn’t ideal, you can’t complain because you get to do it together

chan would never tell you, but on the night you met, he had finished his work before you and  decided to stay so you didn’t have to be alone <33 

what he will tell you, over and over again, is that night was the best overtime he had ever worked because it brought you into his life <33333

[ceruleansx]

forever | ethan landry

↳ ethan landry x reader

↳ warnings : mentions of abusive relathionship, comfort, so much fluff

↳ summary: ethan was the only person you wanted, and he wanted you too. you didn't expect what happened after your study session and movie night with him.

↳ a/n: sorry this is so different from my peeta fics, but one is coming soon! this is also a long story btw

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ethan landry had the most massive, crazy crush on you. in fact, he was practically in love with you. and the whole group can tell how much of a madman he was for you. but being the shy boy that he is, he never really had the full courage to tell you. he flirted shyly, if that's even possible.

the first time you two met was when you had econ. ethan always caught your attention, yet you never really went up to him. when you two passed by each other, you would politely exchange a soft 'hi'.

the professer assinged a group project, and he was choosing the partners.

ethan literally pinched himself when he heard that he was going to be working with you for a year-long project.

you two met in the cafe when he had an actual conversation with you.

"so h-hey.." ethan stuttered. he's never been so nervous around anyone before.

"hi!" you smiled softly.

you noticed the small tinted blush on his cheeks, which caused butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

"so um- we may not have a lot of time since the cafe in closing." he zipped his backpack.

"but you can come with me to my dorm. my friends and i are gonna watch a horror movie, your my guest." he stared down at you lovingly.

"sure! that sounds like fun." you smiled.

"great o-okay."

he couldn't believe you actually said yes.

"and don't worry, once they leave, we have the whole place to ourselves." he softly said.

even if he didn't mean it, that comment made you blush hard. you started down at your shoes until the comfortable silence broke.

"so i'll see you tommorow?" he asked.

you nodded.

he smiled and started to walk away.

"oh wait!!" you called. he turned, eyebrows furrowed.

"c-can i get your number? just for your dorm number a-and stuff." you stuttered.

why were you so nervous about asking ethan for your number? he was handsome and so sweet, but he was just to precious for you. he deserves someone better.

it was almost like ethan heared your thoughts.

"yeah s-sure." he said quietly and handed you his phone.

after you got each other's numbers, you both said bye and headed different ways. ethan's heart was doing jumps after the interaction you had with him.

and so was yours.

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you knocked on ethan's dorm, praying that it was him answering the door.

sadly, it was his roomate chad. his face turned into confusion.

"hi..?" he questioned.

"oh hi- um i'm studying with ethan after the movie?" you always got so nervous talking to people you barely knew.

if this was true, then why did you not feel so scared talking to ethan? its like ethan comforts you, even though you barely know him.

his face clicks. "ohh your the girl ethan kept talking about!!"

your cheeks tinted a light pink. he talked about you? "yeah, that's me.." you chuckled softly.

he opened the door and let you in. "we haven't started the movie yet, but ethans in his room if you wanna find him." chad smirked.

you nodded and headed to the door that chad pointed out to you. you slowly opened the door, only to find ethan studying at his desk. he had headphones on, and you could hear the music through it.

you slowly walked up to him and tapped on his shoulder. he flinched, but when he saw you, his face immidetely relaxed. he took of his headphones and placed them down.

"i'm so glad you came, it would've been kinda awkward watching the movie without y-you." he stumbled on the last words as he slightly lost balance.

"well, your friends seem cool, but i just know that the perfect ethan landry will make it cooler." you teased.

he blushed and gave his huge signature grin. "stop.." he said shly.

you peered behind him. "got a head start?" you asked as he had the homework on his desk.

he looked guilty for a second. "i know i couldn't resist." he laughed, "but don't worry, i-ill help you."

"deal."

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you, ethan, chad, mindy, tara, and anika were all on the couch watching Stab 2.

tara was cuddled up with chad, and anika and tara were hugging each other from the fright of the jumpscares.

that just left you and ethan. before the movie started, you sat next to HIM. there were plenty of other places to sit, but no. you sat glued together to ethan.

i mean, he wasnt complaining or anything.

you two were so close, he had no were else to put his hand except for your thigh, but he didn't do it. he was scared youll get creeped out, and it will be awkward for the rest of the night.

a suspensful scene came on, and of course, a jumpscare. it was probably the worst jumpscare ever. and with that, you grabbed onto ethan's big arms and covered yourself with them.

"y/n?" he whispered, looking down at you. he was so close to calling you 'baby'.

you just shook your head, still covering your face. the others were to distracted, but the cutie that ethan is, he noticed.

"what's wrong..?" he asked softly.

"i'm just sca-scared." you said between a sniffle. "im sensitive to t-this topic."

he looked back at his friends and the movie, thinking about what to do. he turned back at you and tucked of hair from your face to your ear.

even with you being uncomfortable, that action that he did made your tummy fluster.

"do you want to go to my room? we can do something else to make you happier." he smiled.

you removed your face from his arm and looked at ethan. this is when you two realized how close you were to each other. his lips were basically on yours. you smiled softly, only imagining how it would be like to be his girlfriend.

you nodded, and he nodded back. he grabbed the back of your legs and picked you up bridal style, since your legs were numb from laying down.

"where are you guys going, this is the best part?!?!" mindy yelled.

"were taking our mind of from the creep movie, creep." he joked to mindy. she rolled her eyes and turned back.

he closed the door and turned, only to find you walking over to sit on his bed. you stared down at your feet. "can i lay down? your bed looks so comfy."

he smiled, knowing the fact that you were about to lay down where HE sleeps. he nodded.

"go ahead, ask me if you need anything." he went to his desk, "i'll be here studying."

you nodded, and covered yourself with his blankets. it's silly, but his blankets and pillow smelled just like him. you wanted to stay in his bed forever.

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you fell asleep on ethan landry's bed. and eventually, he fell asleep with you.

it was about an hour in before ethan realized that you fell asleep. it was also when he realized that everyone went to the halloween party. it made ethan's heartbeat that you two were alone.

he started to get tired, and he wasn't gonna sleep on the floor, the uncomfy couch, or chads gross bed. so the only thing was his bed. he sighed, and got up and into the bed.

as he was getting in, he looked your beautiful features. how can someone be so pretty? ethan knew that your were gonna be his first and only crush ever. he only wanted to feel your lips for eternity.

he climbed in, and scooted next to you. he had a twin bed, so it was pretty small. you grumbled and scooted over, still not fully awake. ethan just layed there awkwardly.

he turned to you and saw your back facing him. he had nowhere else to put his arms, so he just placed them over your waist, and he brought you closer.

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you probably woke up an hour later. until you found ethan cuddled up so closly to you. you were know facing him, with his face nuzzled into your neck. he had his arms tight around your waist, and your legs were interlocked.

you felt that same butterfly feeling, and you just looked at him. you two were very close, which gave you a close up on his pretty face.

how could a nerdy shy boy look so handsome?

you tried to escape by checking the time, but ethan nuzzled you tighter. "i know im pretty." he smirked.

you looked down at him and blushed. you asked innocent. "i have no idea what your talking about." you shrugged.

"sure.." he whispered and moved his head back to look at you.

"sorry, i got tired, and i don't want to sleep in chads bed." he apologized.

"it's okay, it felt nice having someone with me." you smiled softly.

he glanced at your lips, but meeting your eyes after. you stared at his dark brown eyes, following his plump pink lips.

he turned to the bedside table and saw the time. "oh good we have time." he said.

"time for what?"

"well after our study sesh, i was planning on taking you on a walk with you to watch the stars."

you stared at the boy, mezmerized at how another human being can be even more precious than him. "if that's okay with you..?" he asked shyly.

you smiled gracefully. "yes of course ethan, i would love too."

his face relaxed, and his eyes softened at he met your eyes. after deciding what to study first, you sat down on his bed while he sat down in his chair. at that point, you two didn't even study. you just talked about everything, and getting to know each other.

he really brought out the best of you, bringing you so much comfort. no one has ever cared for you like he did after your abusive relationship

you truly loved ethan landry.

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he layed a towel on the grassy hill, patting a spot for you to sit next to him. you layed down next to him, hands almost touching.

"the stars are really beautiful tonight." you whispered, even though no one was near.

"they really are.." he softly said.

little did you know that he was looking at you. you only noticed this because you saw the lightpost light up behind him.

you met his eyes, his eyes sparkling from the stars. so were yours, and he admired the sparkle and light in your eyes.

"ethan i-" you stuttered, "i just wanted to say thank you."

he turned his head in confusion. "for what?"

"you really make me happy, i never laughed so hard or being so happy after i-" you stopped.

"y/n?" he whispered.

"after i broke up with my abusive boyfriend." you blurted out.

"oh.." he said. he never felt so bad for anyone. no one that beautiful should deserve such pain.

you two fully faced each other, so close. "y/n, you should've never gone through that."

you shrugged and chuckled softly.

"well it did."

"yeah, it did. but i will make sure that it will never happen to you again with any boyfriend." he assured you.

at that moment, all you wanted was him. "thank you.." you whispered.

"whatever man you need and want, i have to approve first." he smirked.

you laughed softly. now was the moment. the moment to tell him that you only want him your life. forever to eternity.

"ethan i-"

he waited patiently.

"i need you ethan. like-" you paused, "like i REALLY need you. your the only person that i-"

your words were cut off by ethan's lips. his lips fitted perfectly with yours, like you two were made for each other. your hands met his curly hair, tucking it ever so slighlty. he groaned into your mouth at your action, causing him to hold on your waist.

you two were now sitting up, fully entangled into each other. you bit his bottom lip softly, making him whimper once again. god, he was so cute.

after a couple minutes, you two finally pulled away. you were still massaging his scalp as he pressed his foreahead with yours. his thumbs were rubbing your cheeks as he held it.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that s-sweetheart." he stuttered at the last word, but it only made you smile.

"me too pretty boy." you followed the nickname calling.

he smiled and gave you a small peck on your neck. "you lips are the only lips i want to feel for the rest of my life."

you smiled so hard that it was hurting your face. your just held him closer and took a deep breath of relaxtation.

"and i promise that you will never ever experience a relationship like that again." he pulled back to look at you.

"i know.." you whispered. "i know that because i just want to be with you for eternity."

"then for eternity, you will be cared for by me for forever." he said softly, stroking your hair.

"just you and me forever." he whispered.

[tonysslut]

just your boss

pls do not copy or repost my work

this is kinda long but i'm so obsessed with it and i hope you guys love it just as much!!

tony stark masterlist

you internally rolled your eyes as you watched as everyone started to leave for the night. it was a friday night and most of the work had been given to you, like usual—countless documents to go over, meetings to set up, and a plethora of emails to be sent.

the vast majority your coworkers despised you, especially your female coworkers. they were all under the impression that you were having an affair with your boss. the he looked at you, brought you coffee every morning, and even gave you your own office was proof enough for them.

if it weren't for you overhearing them talking about you, you would've never realized why they treated you the way they did.

"she's such a whore. sleeping with tony just to keep her job." she said with disgust in her tone and a not so subtle eye roll.

you weren't totally oblivious. you were aware he treated you a little differently than everyone else, but you just assumed it was because you were new, but that treatment continued as the months went by.

and you definitely weren't blind, he was attractive—very attractive. he towered over you, his dark brown hair flecked with gray here and there. he had one ring on his pinky, the gold band always shined bright as he walked through the office.

with most of the office empty, you knew you'd be able to get a decent amount of work done, giving yourself a nice head start for the following workweek.

tony observed you from his office, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read your screen. he smiled as you bopped your head to the music that played through your headphones.

he admired how hard you always worked, even when the rest of his employees attempted to make your job more difficult.

you were so lost in your work that you didn't notice tony leaving his office, standing in front of your cubicle. you let out a startled gasp as you looked up.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he let out a breathy laugh, you laughed with him, feeling slightly embarrassed at your reaction.

"it's okay. i didn't notice you were there. can i do anything for you?" you ask, taking your headphones off to look up at him.

"what are you still doing here? you should've left a few hours ago." he stated, walking around to look at your screen. you felt his colonge seep into your system as he leaned in close to you, cocking your neck to see his profile from the side.

he sensed your gaze and turned to meet yours, smiling.

you turned red when his eyes met yours. internally cursing at yourself for staring like an idiot.

"um, i'm just getting ahead. i don't have anything planned tonight so i figured i'd stay a bit later and get some work out of the way. i can leave if you're on your way out." you offered, not wanting him to stay longer so he could close once you left.

you noticed tony's eyes drop to your lips for split second. he shook his head. "no, i don't mind." he stood up straight turning around to walk back to his office but he suddenly stopped. "actually, could you come into my office for a second? i could use you're help with something."

you nodded your head, followed him.

you loved the view he had in his office, big windows from the floor to the ceiling that showed off the beautiful city. the room was pretty dark apart from a small lamp that sat on his desk, illuminating enough to see what he needed to see.

he reached under his desk and pulled out a thick binder, flipping through it till he found what he needed.

"i like to keep track of sales here." he point at the spreadsheet. "but, it's not very organized. i used to know what was what but i lost track and want to sort it out. any suggestions?" he says resting his hands on the desk to be eye level with you.

once again you find yourself staring again but pull yourself together quicker this time.

"well, you can go by dates." you look down at the binder, noticing he has dates by each number. "if you don't mind, i can go through and but the dates in order on a new spreadsheet and have it ready by monday." you say with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear when you look back up and find him already looking at you.

"thank you for the offer, but i can do it myself." he smiles at you. the lighting in his office enhances your feature and he can't bring himself to take his eyes off you. "you work harder than everyone else, no reason for me to pile on anything more."

you smile at his comment, realizing he does notice your attempt at being a good employee.

your smile made tonys heart skip a beat, he wasn't sure why but he started to lean into you, and you didn't stop him. his soft lips pressed against yours, leading you into a gentle kiss. you let it happen, tasting the mint gum he had previously had.

he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. even with him bending down, you still had to crane your neck upwards to reach his lips. the kiss was quickly become more and more passionate. neither one of you could get enough.

tony pulled away at the lack of air, pressing his forehead against yours. "tell me to stop." he whispered, catching his breath.

part of you wanted to tell him to stop, you shouldn't be crossing the line on professionalism like this. but the other half wanted this, so you kept quite, locking your eyes with his.

your eyes told him all he needed to know, he rushed back in, kissing you harder, placing his big hands on the back of your legs, lifting you up and setting you on the edge of his desk.

his hands roamed your body, reaching the end of your shirt to pull it off you. he start to kiss down your neck when you pull of his jacket, quickly undoing the buttons on shirt.

the way he feels against you has you feeling dizzy. his touch feels so good. he reaches your bra and unclasps it, you move your arms so it falls right off.

"god, you're beautiful." he says as he pulls back away from you, slipping his shirt off.

you also take the chance to admire him, he was just pure muscle, sculpted by god himself.

he reaches around you and unzips your skirt, you lift your hips so he can pull them off, taking your panties off as well. he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and kneels in front of you. your body feels like it's on a fire at this point.

he leans in and licks your cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. his warm tongue laps up your arousal, humming against you at your taste. he wastes no time, sucking your clit into his mouth and massage his fingers around your hole.

you lean back on your hands and watch as he eats you out, his eyes locking with yours when he pushes two fingers inside you. his thick fingers stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.

he thrusts them in and out before he curls them upwards. between his tongue and fingers, you can't hold yourself up anymore, dropping yourself onto your back. your hand finds it's way into his hair, slightly tugging at his roots. a moan vibrates against you at the action, causing you to arch your back.

you were embarrassed at how fast your orgasm was approaching but tony just encouraged you, moving faster, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.

your release hit you like a truck. vision blurring, stomach tightening, legs shaking around his head, hands tugging harshly at his hair. he didn't slow down his movements, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible. he only pulled away when you started to push him away at how sensitive you had gotten.

he rested his head against your thigh and watched as you catched your breath, he could still feel the subtle shake of your legs. pressing kisses against your leg, he made his way up your body to your lips. you moaned at the taste of yourself, sitting up so you could undo his pants.

you pushed them down and let him kick them off. grabbing his cock, you stroke him as you two continue to kiss. you could feel how big he was, throbbing in your hand. pulling away, you slightly lean back and line him up with your entrance.

he looks down at you, almost as if asking for permission. you nod your head and he slowly pushes into you. the moan that leaves your lips is involuntarily, he stretches you out in ways you never felt before.

you hear him curse under his breath when he's fully nestled inside you. he just rests inside you, letting you get accustomed before he pulls out. he movements are slow, letting you feel each and every inch.

"you feel so good." he groans, placing his hands on your hips.

his deep voice just turns you on more; the slow movements are like torture, you needed more.

"please. please move faster." you almost beg, gripping his bicep for extra support.

he puts his arms under your legs to push them upwards, almost pinning them against you. he thrusts faster, deeper. leaning down, he kisses you, letting you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer. the kiss is mainly the two of you moaning into each others mouths.

he suddenly feels bold and picks you up off the desk and walks towards the glass, pressing you against it so he can thrust up into you. the cool glass against your warm skin feels amazing and the risk of potentially being seen, excites you.

he reaches deeper inside you in this position, hitting your g-spot with each stroke. you throw you head back, pleasure courses through every part of your body.

tony leans forward and places kissing on your exposed throat, making his way towards your sweet spot, sucking on the skin.

"i'm so close. tony, please."

your whining spurs him on. he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up and uses his free hand to rub your clit. the added stimulation has your toes curling. his movements speed up, deep moans vibrate through his chest.

he knows your close, he can feel your cunt squeeze his cock, making it harder for him move.

"cum, baby. go ahead." he whispers, choking out a moan when his own release hits him.

this one is 10x more intense then the first one. your entire body goes stiff, you can't control the moans that leave your mouth as it washes over you.

tony rests his head against your shoulder as he fills you up. he's never had an orgasm this stronger before. he gently places you places you on the floor, legs wobbling when your feet meet the ground.

"stay here, let me grab some tissues." he says before rushing over to his desk.

you lean against the glass, still catch your breath from the orgasm you just had. he leans down to clean the mess between your legs, doing his best to get you as clean as possible.

you smile at him when he stands straight, appreciating that he took the time to clean you up. he picks up your clothes and helps you get dressed after just throwing on his pants and shirt.

"let me go get you some water." he says, leaving the office.

suddenly it's like your mind clears and you realize what just happened, a wave of guilt washes over you and you find yourself panicking.

the break room was on the other side of the floor so you step out of the office and quickly grab your things from your cubicle, rushing into the elevator so you could leave.

you made a huge mistake sleeping with your boss.

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[angel-gf]

I love taking walk’s especially at night, but he always tells me “it’s not safe for girls like me”(weak and stupid), and I never listen to him. One night he decided to show me exactly why it’s not safe for girls like me. It be really late definitely past midnight and as always I’d have my headphones in at the highest they can be. Despite being cold I never wear anything warm. Usually I get so like lost in my head that I wonder off of campus, and I live in a pretty dark area with woods around. I didn’t realize he was following me for the past 30 minutes. I wouldn’t even realize how close he got to me, not until his hand would cover my mouth, his other around my waist pulling me off to the side. It’s so dark I wouldn’t even know it’s him, it could be a random person for all I know. Id start to panic, trying to run away, but like I said I’m weak. He’d tell me there’s no point in fighting that I should give it up like a good rapetoy would. He’d pin me down, telling me to stay still or he’ll hurt me, with a knife against my neck, I’d start to sob, before he’d cut my dress off, carving something into my skin, licking where he cut me, I wouldn’t even know what to do besides lay there and take it. He’d call me a “pretty rapedoll ” a “stupid whore”, he’d tell me that I’ve been teasing him, that I wanted this, that he warned me and I wouldn’t even notice those hints, I’d be on the verge of an anxiety attack, as rubs his cock against my body, telling me I’m his forever, he’s gonna ruin me for anyone else, he’d slap is cock against my tight little pussy, laughing as it makes me sob harder and trying to close my legs, before he slaps my thighs, he’d abuse my wet holes, telling me he knows I’m enjoying it (it doesn’t matter if it’s a natural response), I’d scream as he entered me, while he’s in me, he’d lift his head up and in the moonlight id realize it’s him, I’d say his name in between sobs, confused. He’d moan “say my name again baby” before slapping me- forcing to to say it. “You get so tight when your scared” as he pulls me around flipping me over shoving my face into the ground. He’d dig his fingers into my ass and hips no doubt making me bleed even more, ignoring my pleas. His finger would go to my tight little hole, with his cock deep inside my other. “You’ve never had anything in here huh? Guess your boyfriend didn’t rape you the way he should have” Id panic even more telling him I’ll do anything else he wants but to not rape my ass, I’d even tell him he can keep using me if that’s what he wants. He’d laugh before pulling his cock out of my leaking cunt and into my ass, it would take a second to get his cock all in especially with me trying to crawl away but it just made him upset before slamming into me, pulling me on to him, he’d fuck me ignoring all my sobs eventually I’d just dissociate not crying or even trying to move, not until after he uses me and cum in all my holes, and is cleaning me up, carrying me, telling me “ I’m gonna take such good care of my pretty rape toy you’ll never have to worry about anything again.”