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writersblog20 · 3 years

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Everybody has a hard time, from time to time

Tom Hiddleston x Freader

Warnings: reader being drunk, little bit of anxiety but disguised as nervousness.Angst but not too much. Language. And feeling worthless. Readers boss gaslighting her but it’s not much. age-gap reader is 25. Implied smut sort of? But also not really

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Summary: The reader meets Tom Hiddleston and he asked her out on a date. But on the date she gets a call from her extremely drunken best friend….

A/N: I just went with it and I don’t even know what it turned out hahaha I'm also sorry for the spelling mistakes and stuff

Everybody has a hard time from time to time

Y/N was walking down the streets. Headphones in and 4 coffees on a tray. She sighed and started walking faster back to her stupid job. Her boss gave her a really hard time but lately it had gotten worse. She tried to calm down and take a minute but balancing lunch and coffee was definitely not on her resume. She was so lost in her thought that she got back to it until her butt hit the pavement pretty hard.

Everything went so fast and she felt the very hot coffee on her chest soaking her blouse. “Fuck!” she cursed out. “oh my god I’m so sorry” the man said who was kneeling besides her now trying to help her. “it’s fine. Just going to get fired now. but honestly it’s fine” you said in anger.

You looked up and to your surprise you saw it was your favorite actor Tom Hiddleston. Worry filled his pool blue eyes. you wanted to freak out but honestly you were more freaking out about your boss right now. “God I really am sorry ma’am. Let me pay for some new coffee!” he told you kindly. You carefully tried to dry your blouse. Tom got a dry sweater from his bag.

“please take it, god I’m so sorry” He told you with actual more worry in his eyes. “is there anything I can do for you? I can walk with you to your boss to explain what happened” he told you a little panicked. You chuckled at the sweet gesture and started to feel sorry for him because how bad he felt.

“It’s okay. I doubt that would change much.” He nodded. “are you hurt?” he asked you helping you up. “eh no I’m fine I think.” You told him. “I’m really sorry please take my jumper. I know it isn’t much but at least it’s dry” he told you and almost shove it in your hands. “thank you!” you told him and he looked a little more relaxed that he at least could do something for you.

“well I should go now.” you told him. “I do need that jumper back” he told you with a grin and you started to feel flustered. “right I’m sorry I….” he cut you off before you could finish that sentence. “I ehm never really do this but how about you give it back on our date? If you would gladly accept of course. My treat for what happened.” You were starstruck but you thought he wanted to take you on a date out of pity. “ you don’t have to do that Tom, you don’t have to take me on a date because you feel bad. Gives off the wrong signals.” You told him while cleaning your pants from the dirt on the ground.

“I’m eh Tom” he told you. You chuckled “yeah I know. Big fan” you said still chuckling and he giggled a little. He waited for you to say your name but you were lost in thoughts again. “oh I’m sorry I’m Y/N” he giggled and gently took your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. “it’s really nice to meet you. And again I’m very sorry how we met” he said scratching his head. “it’s not all your fault. I was very lost in thought so I should've looked where i was walking” you told him.

“I want to take you out on a date because you are magnificently beautiful and now I have more of a reason to make it up to you. That’s why I want to take you out.” He told you with a gentle smile. “oh ehm well then I would love to go on a date with you” you told him flustered feeling extremely dumb at the moment. “Are you free this Saturday evening?” he asked you. “yeah absolutely” you told him. he gave you his phone and you put your number in it. “I’ll text you.” He said with a wink. “okay” was all you could say. You stood there for a minute before going back.

On your way you changed into Tom’s jumper and got new coffee and lunch. You made your way back to your job. You obvious got shit from your boss and you told her what happened but she wasn’t taking it. “you are absolutely worthless! You can’t even get some fucking coffee! I don’t even know why I hired you in the first place. You can go and you don’t have to come back” she told you

It made you furies. There was no way she would take you back and honestly you wouldn’t even want that. “That’s fine cause I wanted to quit either way. You are one horrible person and treat people like shit but honestly you are the biggest piece of shit in this whole building. Probably even in this whole city. So I don’t mind. Bye!!!” you told her and she looked dumbfounded by your sudden outburst.

You walked out of the building with your head up high and a big smile on your face. You really felt more alive at this moment. You got back home and that’s when it hit you that you still had to pay your rent. You started cursing and kicked a chair. You called one of your friends and he came right away to you. “Girl! You got some bad bitch energy! How you stood up against her… I mean damn. That and you have a date with The hot Tom Fucking Hiddleston! Girl you’re so lucky!” he told you while shaking a cocktail for you both.

You chuckled “I’m not gonna drink right now” you told him. “Girl you have better plans? You just got fired and you have nowhere to be right now so just take that drink and live a little! You’re 25 for god’s sake!” You chuckled again and took the drink from him. “you know what you should do? Sell your art! Finish that book that you were writing! I mean I’ve seen your work and it’s absolutely amazing! And since I’m in the art business I might be able to help you out in that and give you an exposition! ” He told you. “let me think about it okay?” you told him a little sad.

“babe you’ve got to stop being scared! You are absolutely amazing on every front! Everyone can see that except for you. So please let me do this for you” He told you. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up and be declined like almost always. I don’t feel good enough and I don’t think I can take another rejection again” you told him honestly.

“it’s life babes…. There will be times where you’re still going to get rejected but don’t let that bring you down. You have to keep fighting for it. And your art is worth fighting for. Believe me! I’m your most honest friend and I’m telling you this from the bottom of my heart. You are good enough! Hell you are more than that! You just have to believe in yourself!” you smiled at his kindness and thought about it. “you know what? Fuck it! Let’s do it!” you told him feeling strong! “yes queen! that’s my girl! Bad bitch energy!” you giggled and got immensely drunk to celebrate it.

~time skip~

The week got by pretty quick and as Luke told you, you got accepted and they were more excited to give you an exposition. You started to search for jobs that you would actually like and started writing again. Life was going good again and you felt so strong and confident until you had the date which would be tomorrow.

You were so nervous. Tom didn’t text you yet and you didn’t have his phone number so it was hard to get in touch with him. Anxiety got the best of you. What if he forgot? What if he forgot about you or changed his mind? Just when your mind got into overdrive you heard your phone pinged. You quickly got it and saw an unknown number. You felt your heart pound in your chest. You opened the text.

“Hello Love, It’s Tom. Are you still up for tomorrow? I’m sorry I didn’t get in touch sooner, it was a chaotic week.” It felt like you could breathe again and texted him back immediately. “Hey Tom, Yes I’m still up for tomorrow. Can’t wait!” You send the message and immediately thought you should texted him a different message. Your phone went off again. But this time he called you. You drowned your wine for some confident.

“Hey Tom.” You said a little nervous. He chuckled. “hello darling” your heart skipped a beat at the nickname and you felt butterflies I mean it was Tom Hiddleston for god’s sake! “I’ll pick you up around 5. Is that okay?” he asked you. “eh yeah of course sure! I ehm am looking forward to it!” you told him honestly. “me too darling” he told you with a chuckle. You both said your goodbyes and you put your phone down.

You tried to watch a movie to get your mind of off your anxiety. When the movie was over you tried to go to bed but you kept staring at your ceiling. I’m not like the other girls he dated. You thought to yourself. But then tried to set it straight by saying maybe that’s the point but then other thoughts consumed you. You tried to fight all the thought by positives one until the early hours of the morning. You finally fell asleep around 5 AM.

Once you woke up you got very excited. It was already 2 in the afternoon since you slept so crappy. You texted your Luke but got no response. You figured he was still asleep. You picked your clothes and 5 PM got around faster then you thought it would. You heard your doorbell and opened up. There he was standing Tom Hiddleston. Alongside with some flowers. No other date had given you flowers. He checked you out with his lips slightly parted. He chuckled: “wow you look amazing!” he said with a small blush creeping up on his cheeks. You giggled. “you too mister Hiddleston” you said boldly which made him chuckle again. He really did look great. He wore a small blouse and a blue blazer over it and jeans. “oh eh these are for you” he told you. You could tell he was nervous as hell which made you feel a little bit more at peace knowing that you weren’t the only one.

“come inside. I’m just going to put these in some water.” You told him and he followed you inside. He loved your apartment. It gave off such a warm cozy vibe. It felt like home. He looked at your art work on the wall. “I adore your apartment.” He told you which made you smile. “thank you” you told him kindly. “I’m ready to go” you told him with a chuckle. You got your coat of the hanger. “Here let me, please.” He told you and got the coat out of your hands and helped you in your coat. It made you flustered and swoon. God you were already falling head over heels for this men.

You both walked into a restaurant but it wasn’t a fancy one but more cozy. You loved it. You talked for hours and both drank some red wine. You both hit it off so well and you were absolutely smitten. And he was too if not more. You both were so much on one line it was amazing. You knew you would never find this again and it kind of scared you. You told him about your boss since he asked if you got trouble that day you first met him and you told the story until you got a call from Luke.

You frowned a little. He knew you were on a date and he would never interrupt you unless it was an emergency. “everything okay?” Tom asked you. “Yeah I just have to take this. I am so sorry!” He chuckled it’s fine” he told you reassuring. You nodded and walked off to the bathroom and picked up. “Luke? What’s wrong?” you asked when you heard him sobbing on the phone. You could tell he was absolutely smashed. “Can you please come to my place? I really need you right now. you can even take Tom with you but please” He begged you with an obvious slur. You felt your heart break for him. You sighed. “alright I’m on my way. Can you hang on?” you asked him. “yeah” he told you still crying. “Thank you so much Y/N I’m so sorry” he told you. “I know it’s okay. I’m on my way okay?”

You hang up the phone and went back to Tom. “everything alright?” he asked you and you felt so guilty. “I eh my friend he needs me right now. he is absolutely smashed and crying and I don’t know what is wrong but he asked me to come to him.” Tom looked at the table “I’m so sorry! I had a lovely time and I would love to do this some time again! If you still want to of course…” You said the last part a little softer. He smiled at you. “I eh could go with you if you’d like and if it’s okay with your friend.” Tom told you. “Are you sure? You really don’t have to” you told him. “I’m going to be honest with you. I really like you and I don’t want this evening to stop…. So if that means taking care of your drunken friend to be with you, I will. But I understand if you feel different.” This time Tom said the last part a little softer. You chuckled and felt your body filling up with love. “I really like you too Tom and in that case… Let’s go” you chuckled. He looked a little surprised but happy.

Tom paid the bill even when you tried to intervene but he wasn’t having it. “next time you can pay” he told you with a wink. You were flustered. He helped you to get your coat on and you both made your way. You slightly touched his hand and put yours in his. He looked a little surprised down at you. “I eh is this okay?” you asked him a little nervous. “it is, love.” You looked down a little with a smile. His thumb caressing the back of your hand softly. “I’m really sorry about this.” You told him honestly. “really it’s okay. I totally understand!” he told you truthfully.

You got to Luke’s house and you used your keys. “Luke? It’s me, where are you?” you asked him. you heard Abba blasting through the speakers. You immediately turned it down a bit. Empty bottles were laying everywhere. “Y/N?” Luke called out to you. You followed the sound and saw him laying by the toilet. You took of your coat and walked over to him and sat him down by the toilet. “What happened?” you asked him. he sniffled a little. “Cooper broke up with me and even over a text message” you looked at him a little sad for him. you went with your hands through his hair. Tom stood behind you but Luke didn’t notice yet. Luke started to laugh. Great mood swings you thought. Tom gave you a glass of water and you smiled a little at him. You gave the water to Luke. He looked up and saw Tom. Tom waved at him a little. “oh he’s so cute and hot!” he told you like Tom wouldn’t hear it. You started to laugh. You looked at Tom and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry I ruined your date” he looked at you and Tom. “we’ll there’s going to be a second so don’t worry too much about it” you told him and you looked at Tom who winked at you. Luke started to throw up and you both looked away. You softly touched Luke’s back to let him know you weren’t going anywhere. “you okay?” you asked after he was done. “yeah I think I can get up now.” he told you. “okay good let’s get you upstairs then.” You helped Luke up which was a challenge on its own. “here let me” Tom said and took Luke over from you. He put Luke’s arm over his shoulders and helped him upstairs. Luke started to stare at Tom.

“Luke…. You’re staring.” You told him. “I know.” Luke told you serious and furrowed his eyebrows at Tom. “Look. I’m thankful you help me but you better take care of my best friend alright! She’s an angel and don’t you dare to hurt her!” he slurred at Tom while you were already in Luke’s bedroom. “I’m not planning on it mate. I promise.” He told Luke. He narrowed his eyebrows. “yeah I believe that. Finally a good guy Y/N!” he yelled happy at you. You flustered again. You mouthed: “I’m sorry” at Tom and he just gave you a reassuring smile. You both put Luke into bed. You put an extra pillow under his head for the nausea. You put down a bucket and a glass of water beside him.

“please stay the night. I don’t want to be alone and your boyfriend can stay too” you were both flustered at the last part Luke said. “I’ll stay don’t worry. But you need some sleep now.” Luke nodded and turned around. “I love you” Luke told you sleepy. “I love you too” you told him and closed the door and leaned against it. “I’m really sorry about this. Normally it doesn’t happen” you told Tom a little embarrassed. He put a hand on your cheek “it’s okay love. Really we all have moments like this” you nodded. “well I need a drink now…. You want one?” you asked and chuckled. “yeah sounds good” he said and chuckled as well.

You both went downstairs and took out the empty bottles and after that made you both a drink. You sat down on the couch and Tom next to you. You both talked into the late hours and started to get drunk. You were leaning against Tom by now. you looked up at him and he looked down at you with love and adoration in his eyes. “please stay tonight.” You kind of asked him. “only if you want me to” he told you. “yeah I do. But just to clarify I never took a guy back home (or well my friends house) to stay the night” You told him with a chuckle. He laughed as well. When it got silence you just stared at each other.

His face ,slowly, started to get closer to you giving you enough time to pull away but instead you softly put your lips on his. His hand caressing your cheek and your hand in his hair slightly pulling at it as the kiss started to get heated. He pulled you on his lap, both of your legs on either side of him. His hands going under your shirt and stayed on your back. He slowly got up and laid you down on the couch with your legs around his waist. You broke from the kiss and put your hand on his chest. “Tom…. I don’t want to do it on the first date and definitely not here” you chuckled which made him giggle as well. “totally understandable!” He told you.

“I can go I you want me to” he told you. “no, please stay.” He gave you a warm smile that made your heart melt. You made some space so Tom could lay down as well. You laid your head on his chest and he went with his hands through your hair. Well this was definitely not the perfect date…. But luckily it was with the perfect guy.

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tatargiia · 4 years

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after hours: timeskip!miya atsumu x fem!reader

notes: none bc i'm 100% proud of this. he's hot ok...

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, strength kink(? idk i love his buff arms), slight choking, degradation, mentions of breeding :3

Dating a pro athlete had its downsides. For once, you weren't allowed to send him anything lewd during practice because it was just protocol (and because you rarely sexted). You also weren't allowed to have sex in the locker room after a bad match (this was decided after Suna Rintarou caught you with your hand down Atsumu's shorts after they had lost to Suna's team).

The list was more or less what you guys couldn't do sexually than it was romantically, but hey, you couldn't care less.

Because there was some things that made up for those pathetic rules.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Atsumu groans, shifting uncomfortably in the love seat as you purposely pressed your bottom against his aching cock. You turned and smiled innocently at him, offering your glass of champagne.

He snarls, but still snatches the glass from your hand and downs it. You're in a club right now, nothing special. But the whole MSBY Jackals team was here, and of course as Atsumu's fiancé, you were obligated to come.

The first part of the escapade was fun but nothing too special, with you mingling with the wives and calling up a few drinks here and there. Now, you were in a VIP booth with Atsumu that overviewed the rest of the club.

"Atsumu," you singsong, cooing and leaning backwards to press your naked back against his to provoke him even more. You knew exactly what you were doing, wearing the tiny and skimpy silk dress that exposed your entire lower back.

He glares you down. And then before you know it, he's snatching your wrist and dragging you down the halls of the VIP bar, earning you both whistles and jealous stares from girls and guys like.

"What are you —" before you can even finish your sentence, he throws you inside a room, pressing you against the door as he kisses you feverishly. You can hear the lock of the door clicking somewhere behind you, and you smirk.

"Shut up. Whores don't get to speak." he says as he undoes your the silk material holding your tits together. When the material falls from your chest and your tits bounce out lavishly, he moans and presses his face against them like he hasn't seen them since forever (which is a lie because he saw you in the shower this morning).

"Atsumu, baby, are you horny?" You tease, pressing your manicured nails against his nape and teasing his hot skin with your cool hands.

"Shut up." an empty but strong, tanned arm reaches for your neck, and you silence immediately. He continues his administrations on your skin, leaving pools of red and purple in his wake, a blood bath of lust trailing from your chest down to your pelvis.

It feels so good, you're not even going to deny it at this point. Atsumu is a literal sex god, his cock his big and thick, and he knows damn well what to do in bed every single time. It turns you on so much, you have to resist the urge to scratch his arms and leave marks.

His hand doesn't clench around your neck anymore, but it's still hovering faintly. But the thought of him manhandling you and taking your breath away, quite literally, sends a rush of endorphins down your spine.

"Turn around," he orders, and your weak body can't even comprehend anything as he turns your body himself against the door, pressing your tits against dark oak as you feel him slide the rest of tonight's dress down your thighs.

Even though your faced is pressed against wood, you can hear the sound of him throwing off his dress shirt and kicking the oxford shoes to the side.

"You're glistening, baby. Want me that bad?" he coos, teasing a thick, calloused finger in your folds. You squeal, trying to reach behind your back and grab his hand, but his arms won't let you, holding you in place as he stands in amusement, staring at your cunt.

"Your cunt is dripping, want me to fill you up? Make you pregnant with my cum?" you know he's just teasing you, trying to get a rise. But he's planted a seed inside your brain, and in your catatonic, extremely horny state, it makes you clench your legs together and let out a string of pathetic moans.

"Yes, yes please! Fill me up please," you beg desperately, spreading your legs to the best of your ability, making sure to show off your dripping cunt to Atsumu that was practically made for him.

"Do you love me that much?" he says, mouth fanning hot breathes over your shoulder, pressing his body against yours. You shiver under him.

Now, you're completely under his control.

"Yes, I love you so bad. Please, just fill me up!" you cry, and he listens. You haven't even been prepped, but that escapes your mind as soon as he thrusts in, his cock ripping your folds and you let out a loud moan.

"Shut up, bitch. Don't want anyone seeing you taking my cock like a slut now, do you?" you close your mouth and shake your head furiously, letting him have his way with you as he thrusts harder and harder.

You can still hear the thumping sound of the music outside, but it's starting to fade out as the lewd sounds of his cock inside you fill your ears. Sometimes, just to get him harder, you clench around him, and he bares his teeth with a loud, almost animalistic growl.

At this point, your body is reaching overstimulation and you feel like you're about to collapse. But like the good fiancé he is, Atsumu can sense that and as soon as you feel your limbs failing on you, his strong arms reach to hold you as he fucks you against the door.

"Baby, c'mon. You got this," he whispers praises in your ear, and it's embarrassing to admit, but it's enough for you to keep moaning and shaking, spreading your legs even more as he fucks you senseless.

"Atsumu, tsumu.. I'm gonna cum," you whisper out breathlessly, smirking at him faintly before you reach your end. He smiles back, hitching your limp body up and thrusting faster.

"Come with me, baby." and that's when the rubber band snaps. You cum, probably the largest you've ever, just as soon as you can feel a rush of warmth inside you, some white trickling down between your legs.

You turn around immediately, to his surprise, and kiss him senselessly, grabbing his jaw with your frail hands.

"I love you so bad," you breathe out, looking up to him like he has stars in his eyes.

"I love you too, baby." he giggles, smiling as he presses more kisses to your red lips, calloused hands trailing your naked body for the marks he made.

"Ahem." you hear a voice from the other side of the door. "Atsumu, y/n. We can hear you over the dj's music." That voice. You snort, trying to contain a hysteric fit of giggles as Atsumu says,

"Shut the hell up, Suna."

#haikyuu!!#hq x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x female reader #atsumu smut #hq smut #miya atsumu

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kisekinodrabbles · 4 years

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Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him.

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works.

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point.

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin.

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.”

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?”

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine.

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips.

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.”

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras.

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so.

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?”

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress.

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.”

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later.

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.”

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?”

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one.

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room.

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours.

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs.

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs.

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts.

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm.

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment.

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point.

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him.

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again.

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.”

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort.

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.”

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture.

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.”

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge.

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then.

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps.

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin.

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms.

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth.

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.”

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second.

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms.

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time.

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #aomine smut #knb smut #knb drabbles #knb scenarios #anonymous #popz

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daddywright · 3 years

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I have only recently got into the ace attorney fandom, and this story was the first story I read, and I feel spoiled! I absolutely loved every chapter, so I'm gonna word vomit here and tell you everything I love about this!

"She offers him a smile. It’s small, tentative, but it possesses a strength that makes a hidden part of him twist and burn with quiet envy." the first time we see nick's wish to be as strong as mia!

Considering the fact that nick didn't have any prominent figure in his life, it makes sense that he would look up to gregory so much

"Phoenix looks up, and starts walking towards Mia Fey

He doesn't stop for two years."

THE RELATIONSHIP THAT MIA AND NICK HAD WAS PRECIOUS AND DESERVES MORE THAN WHAT THE FANDOM GIVES THEM

"Larry’s arms wrap around him, squeezing almost too tight" People forget that Larry and Phoenix were good friends too, and Larry would help his best friend

"Nobody believed him, nobody but Mia" Maya is what Phoenix is to Mia and I adore that

"He wishes, desperately, that he’d said it while she was still alive. I loved you. For everything you did." Not you absolutely breaking my fucking heart

Also the first AA game felt unnatural in the sense of how seemingly unaffected Phoenix seemed at Mia's murder so I'm really glad you wrote it this way

"Expensive. Thoughtful. Too much." SHUT UP NICK YOU DESERVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

Also quick break to mention how I absolutely fucking love your writing style and i wish I was literally half as talented as you cuz the last time I read something that made me feel this multitude of emotions was ocean vuong. And I practically worship Ocean Vuong. So now I worship you too

"You're a stranger to me // When will I stop hoping?" I never really realised just how badly nick musta been hurt by good ol' bratworth before this fic, but now that I have read it, it would have hurt him so bad

"Is this why you never answered my letters? Because I was a reminder? Because it hurt too much?" Honestly what happened to miles and phoenix's friendship hurts so much because it should have never happened, and miles didn't deserve that.

"Maybe Miles Edgeworth is not the man he thought he’d be, either." yo when I tell you this hurt I mean this huRT

Fun fact! My birthday is on the same day as DL-6 anniversary. Gregory Edgeworth died on my birthday. I feel horrible now

"monster. You were nine years old and he's a monster. " No one has made me feel this much emotion for what happened to Miles in a single sentence other than you. I commend you for that

"I love you," he says quietly. He has never said those words to anyone, except for Dahlia Hawthorne.

Maya sniffs in his ear, crushing him tight. "I love you, too."

He has never heard them back.

PHOENIX HAS NEVER HEARD THE WORDS " I LOVE YOU" COME BACK TO HIM ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME WHY NOW I'M SAD

"Tell me everything. Every detail—" Miles is worried bout nick and why wouldn't he? gods you're so gay miles but tbf if I knew someone like nick irl i'd go ballistic too

"He determined the motive for his own assault...with amnesia. Naturally." My man's smart af and he is king

"Is that what she thinks of me? That I'm like that? That I don't care about who the bad guys really are?" Gumshoe noooo you're hella precious! Also this particular chapter was so well written! loved this soo much!

Also taking a minute to appreciate the pacing! Rarely do I ever come across an author who just hits that sweet spot of perfect pacing and you did! so thank you!

Alright so here are a few thoughts that I felt capcom needed to do which you did for us!

no. 1 - Address the trauma phoenix faced with not only dahlia but also with mia's death

no. 2 - Actually fucking flesh out a good relationship dynamic between larry and phoenix

no. 3 - actually! have! phoenix! be hurt! in bridge to turnabout! istg my man would not have dropped from a burning bridge to a freezing river only to have a cold

AUNT FRANZY AND PEARLS MAN!

THEY CUTE

ok so I have a LOT of feelings for bridge to turnabout and HOO BOY BUCKLE UP

So I always thought that in this fic, miles must have felt fucking awful! I mean he very clearly hates who he was and what that has led to but that must have been doubled over with this case! Phoenix would have died if not for mia and it would have been indirectly miles's fault. I think about that alot

Like he said that he very much regrets whatever he did as bratworth in the phone call with gumshoe but i don't think he anticipated this. poor edgeworth

Also I think this was the final nail in the coffin for miles. Phoenix forgave him, after all the fucked up shit miles did, and that made that man go "how is this guy so fucking compassionate awwwww shit I'm in fucking love with this idiotic brave man".

my main thoughts were "holy shit phoenix must have been feeling awful." like to learn that you were in love with a person who turned out to be a murderer but then not a murderer cuz everything you felt about that was real and just...... it must have hurt. He never fell in love with dahlia. it was iris, always. and WHAT ABOUT MILES DURING THIS!!! Like to learn that the man you love was falsely led to believe that he was in love with a person he rarely met and then learn that his ex who is not murderous might still be in love with him because "that was real. that part was real." like damn. people just gloss over this

also I feel terrible for iris F in the chat for iris lads.

Dahlia literally haunting that courtroom scene. I felt mia's power. I felt her desperation. I felt everything and I am once again in awe of the absolute power your writing holds.

also godsdamn pearls had to go through all that shit huh. also FRANMAYAAAAAA THANK YOUUUU

I too, am a hoe confused as to what I should feel towards diego.

Ok anyways we jump to disbarment now

"He just winks at her and says Maya has other talents, and if Mystic Maya overhears, she puffs up at him like the fish from the aquarium she saw once, the one with all the spikes and silly eyes."

you know what constantly amazes me? your ability to change tones so effortlessly. When writing from edgey's pov, the language is sophisticated. precise. when writing from pearly's pov your language is simplistic, child-like. from phoenix's pov it's natural. grounded

"She never knew anybody who made faces like him, growing up in Kurain, and it’s one of the things that makes him special." Yo phoenix is the most amazing uncle ever and we all know it ok he's brilliant

I'M RUNNING OUT OF CHARACTER LIMITS

PEARLY CALLING EDGEY AT FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE I'M SOFFFFTTTT

“I think I did something really bad." trucy baby no it's not your fault

pearl and trucy bonding supremacy. my girls would fuck shit up

"She’d meant to do this properly, one day." Thank you for giving importance to maya's feelings. thank you for treating her like a real human being. thank you

“Everything that happened...for what? It’s only gotten people hurt. Pearly. Our mother.” Me. Me." I felt so bad for maya here. I wish I could tell you in precise words about how this exact framing of the sentence is what broke me. "me. me" maya deserved more, but mia did all she could

"What do scared kids need? ...Food." not you breaking my godsdamn heart again. phoenix just knows what's it like being a helpless child, and he'll be damned if he ever lets anyone face that again

“‘Course, Pearls,” he says reflexively, before frowning. “What for?” reflexively. if every man in the world could be like phoenix wright then the world would be worthy of the gods

"Another one?" give it 2 years edgey she'll be your daughter too

"after countless hours creating the man’s living space in his mind from the background snatches he’d seen in the man’s ridiculous video calls." NOT ONLY DO THEY VC FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON BUT ALSO MILES ACTUALLY SPENDS TIME TRYING TO RECREATE HIS ROOM?? BECAUSE HE WOULD ONE DAY LIKE TO BE IN IT??? good gods these bitches gay. good for them

"because just as day is light and night is dark, Phoenix Wright is an honorable man." damn straight. you love to see it (it being a 27+ year old man pining for another 27+ year old man)

also hey miles! how do you feel about the fact that the man you love changed his fucking major and degrees halfway through college just so he could see you again only for you to be incredibly rude to him and make him end up in jail! (i bully edgeworth cuz i love him)

"Wright finishes, shrugging like it’s nothing, like his commitment and belief isn’t the most extraordinary thing that Miles has ever faced." it's more than pining at this point. it's incredible faith and trust. Miles had someone who cared about him even after all those years despite him having changed so drastically, ofc he would be surprised. Miles loves phoenix and so do i.

also HOT DAMN YOU WRITING IS JUST * MWAH *

Also the whole segment where they kiss is just !!!!! miles wants! it's beautiful! THEY'RE IN LOVEEE

receiving poisonous bottles which your ex tried to kill you with. My man can't get a break huh

Miles being chivalrous and protective and absolutely stealing my godsdamn heart (and phoenix's too)!

Klavier being the absolute king that he is we stan

The hostage situation section? gods miles must have been terrified.

Phoenix not being able to promise pearly that he'd always come back home and miles hearing it and like... ouch. my heart. you didn't need to do that (but i love your for it)

GODS THE CLIMAX WITH KRISTOPH WAS SOOO SATISFYING AND LIKE MY MAN PHOENIX REALLY PUNCHED THAT BITCH HUH

klavier baby I am so sorry

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

and thus my comment ends. I believe I have almost used up all of my commenting limits and i leave with these few parting words : HOLY SHIT YOUR AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU!

also I made a playlist on spotify for this fic! here's the link : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3k8lRHiO8ZXQDLpiTUL7SN?si=fc3b35b4ab064867

gods this was long huh

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY....WHERE DO I BEGIN...THE FACT THAT YOU BROKE THE CHARACTER LIMIT ON AO3 AND MADE A PLAYLIST? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

thank you so much for all the amazing things you said....i am crying on a Wednesday morning knowing my writing was appreciated this much. thank you!

#ask tag #long post #my fic #nymphietonkslupin

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nightshadeshadow123 · 4 years

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Jealousy: Part 2(A.M-R)-(C.G)

You lazily trailed your fingers up and down Ally's bare back as she laid against your side, still recovering from her previous orgasms and the way you've dominated her when she tried and failed to when you reminded her who's in charge.

"Do we really have to go to the academy?" Ally asked, moving her head to prop up on top of your breast, her brown eyes connecting with yours, her arm lazily wrapped around your stomach and her bare legs interwined with yours.

You smiled at her warmly, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear before cradling her warm cheeck, admiring her beauty as her eyes flutter close for a moment before snapping them open to look at you again.

"Yes, I really miss the academy and the others. That place was my safe place before I came here and met you. And it would be good to see the others again. It's been so long." You said, a look of nostalgic crossing your face that have Ally's heart tug.

"Okay love. I just don't..." Ally frowned.

You continued rubbing her smooth back again and shot her a confused look.

"You just don't what my lover?" You questioned as you trailed your thumb softly over her cheekbone, forcing her to keep eye contact with you.

Ally smiled before nuzzling your palm, kissing your wrist affectionately.

"I just don't like the way that woman looks at you and touch you." She finally admitted, her arm tightening around you.

You blinked confusedly for a moment before chuckling. "You mean Cordelia?"

"Yes."

"How does she look at me?" You asked, half unsure if you should actually ask that and what she would say.

Ally rolled her eyes and let out a huff before looking up at you again.

"Like you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky just for her." A hint of jealous clear in her tone.

You laid still, for a moment unsure and confused at what the older woman said.

"I'm sure you are just looking too much into this Ally. She's just being her usual self like she was with me in the Academy. And besides she knows I have you. I'm sure she won't try anything even if that's true." You assured after awhile, kissing her cheeck.

Ally smiled at the affectionate gesture before turning serious again. "I don't think I'm reading into it too much, I know how someone looks at the somebody their in love with. But if that's the case she better know that you are mine and she can't have you." She said lowly, lowering her head to your neck and began to suck at the soft skin there, making sure to leave marks there.

You let out a moan before chuckling at the older woman, digging your nails into her back with the hand on her back while digging your other hands fingers into her hair, pressing her into your neck more.

"I like it when you get all jealous." You said.

"I'm not jealous, I'm simply protective of what's mine." Ally mumbled against your neck, sucking one last hickey into your flesh before pulling away to admire her claim on you.

You let out a laugh before pushing her head downwards and crashing her lips onto yours in a bruising kiss, electing a yelp from her but she returned the kiss eagerly.

After a few minutes you break away from the kiss much to Ally's dismay and pecked her just below the ear and squeezing her as with both hands that have her jolting in surprise but before she could kiss you again you've already rolled away and have gotten up from the messy bed, smirking cheekily at the older woman as she glared at you.

"You damned tease." She mumbled and watched adoringly as you get dressed while leaning on her propped up palm.

She stuck the tip of your tongue out at her while pulling on your jeans.

"Well we should be getting packed." You said after awhile, walking over to your wardrobe.

"Now? But I thought we were going to wait before going to the academy." Ally sat up, pushing away the wine red satin bedsheets.

"Yes now. And I pretty much am excited for this trip. To see the others and also to hear out what Delia and Myrtle have to say." You pulled out some older academy robes you used to wear and some more modern clothes too, neatly putting them down on the bed next to Ally.

Ally only grumbles before getting up too, lazily walking over to a dresser to pull out two Suitcases. "Okay, if to you say so."

You took the two suitcases from her and set them on the bed, immediately starting to pack your stuff in while Ally got hers ready.

"I think you'll really love the academy. But just a early warning, try and don't take too much offence to Madison. She can be a bit bitchy, but she's my bitch sis." You said, looking at Ally for a moment before packing in your earphones and phone charger.

"Wait, you have a sister?" Ally asked and stopped packing to look at you, a confused look.

You kept your eyes focused on packing, not looking up at the older woman.

"Uh, had." You cleared your throat to distract her from that one. "But Madison isn't my real sister." You spoke quickly before walking over to the bathroom to get toothbrushes, toothpaste and body wash and other necessities.

Ally shot you another confused look as you walked away when notching your behaviour but chose to ignore it for the time being.

-Time skip-

You looked to the familiar acadmey in front of you before giving Ally a smile and squeezing her soft hand in yours softly as she looked up at the academy in awe and wonder.

"It's...It's so-." Ally tried to get more out but she was too in awe to finish that sentence, brown eyes focused on the white towering building in front of you and her.

"It's so what? Beautiful? Magnificent?" You heard a familiar warm voice question from the your side, pride in her voice.

You and Ally both whipped to the side to at the familiar voice, a smile on your face as you faced your Supreme while Ally gripped your hand tighter at being startled.

"Delia." You greeted her warmly, heart fluttering for a moment at her beaming smile, the sun's rays shining on her hair making it appear golden, you are certain people will mistake her for an angel instead of a witch, hell you did when you met for the first time when she found you all those years ago.

"(Y/N), I'm glad you decided to visit so fast. The others will be so glad to see you." The blonde stopped near you and pulled you into a tight hug, one that you eagerly returned with the arm that isn't holding onto Ally's.

Ally narrowed her eyes, the hug happening to long for her comfort and she squeezed your hand before tugging your arm slightly until you break away from the hug and stood straight next to her.

"I hope you don't mind that I've brought Ally with me." You looked to your girlfriend, giving her a warm smile before looking at Cordelia again.

Cordelia forced a smile, her eyes briefly flicking to Ally before looking back at you with a certain warmth in her eyes, taking in every detail in of you that is absolutely perfection in her eyes. How she just wanted to treasure you forever.

"Oh, no I don't mind at all." Cordelia lied, a bit upset for not being able to spend alone time with you.

Ally could pick up the tone of disappointment in the Supreme's voice but she can only bring herself to feel pride as she tugged you closer to her, planting a kiss on your cheeck that have you smiling like a dork.

Cordelia clensed one fist at her side, trying to keep her powers and jealousy at bay as she watched the way you smile at the brunette, wishing it was her that you look at with so much adoration and love.

She watched a moment before clearing her throat, grabbing both you and Ally's attention to her.

"Let's go inside and greet the others." She walked past you and up the stairs as you and Ally followed close behind her.

Upon entering the building you took notice of Mallory and Queenie bickering over something, Zoe and Madison both on their phones while on the couch, completely ignoring the small bickering.

You quietly putted your suitcase on the floor and sneaked closer to the two on the couch before hugging Madison's shoulders from behind and saying loudly.

"Suprise bitch, bet you thought you'd never see me again!"

Madison threw her phone to the floor, eyes wide as saucers at being startled, her hands flying to your arms.

"OH MY FUCKING G!!" By that everyone's focused on you and Madison, Zoe glaring at her at the sudden yell but beaming when she saw you hugging the bitchy girl.

"(Y/N)?! What a surprise to see you!" Zoe got up from the sofa and walking around it to pull you into a welcomed hug that you returned.

"God bitch, you made me drop ma fucking phone." Madison glared at you over the couch but you pick up on the hint of a smile tugging at her lips as Queenie and Mallory rushed over to greet you eagerly.

Cordelia stood next to Ally, a adoring smile on her face as she watched the interaction between you and the girls.

"What's all this ruckus for young ladies?" Myrtle demanded as she walked down the stairs, looking around in alert for a moment until her eyes landed on you.

"My gosh. Am I seeing ghost or is this for real?" The red haired woman questioned jokingly as she walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

"Myrtle. Am I glad to see you too." You spoke and returned the hug.

Ally could feel herself smiling at the interactions between the lot, glad to see the joy you rarely displayed.

"Just look at you. All grown up. I think I might just cry." Myrtle joked and you just rolled your eyes at her playfully.

"Hey! I was only away for six months, you make it sound like I was away for six years."

Myrtle chuckled at that. "Well, it certainly felt like you were away for six years dear."

You, Ally, Cordelia and the others sat on the sofa say to drink some coffee and catch up for awhile before Cordelia showed you to a guest bedroom that you and Ally will be sharing while Ally stayed behind to talk with the others.

"Thank you Delia." You thanked the blonde after putting your and Ally's suitcases in the room.

"It's not a problem Sweetheart." Cordelia said warmly.

You felt your heart raise at the pet name, choosing to brush it off along with the feeling of her eyes focused on you, becoming a bit tense under her gaze.

"Myrtle is still looking a bit into that earlier thing you told me about your magic. I think she's close to solving it, she was kinda excited and intrigued by it when I brought it up."

You stood there for a few moments and, your mind drifting a bit.

Cordelia walked closer to you, brown eyes focused on you intensely as she brushed a warm hand against your soft arm, noting the goosebumps appearing on your skin at her touch while you turned your head to hide the flush appearing on your cheecks.

The blonde leaned her head closer until you felt her breath against your cheeck. You could feel her eyes burning into you, thinking back to what Ally have said.

"(Y/N)." Cordelia whispered. "Look at me."

You shook your head slightly, thinking back to Ally's words, mind going on overdrive.

Cordelia could see you were lost in your head somewhat but she wanted your attention on her.

"Please look at me Sweetheart." She urged softly, her hand gripping your arm softly and tugging you closer.

You finally snapped your head towards her, (e/c) eyes meeting with her intense brown ones, emotions you couldn't quite place dancing behind her eyes.

Cordelia leaned closer, her lips brushing against your cheeck softly for a few moments, waiting to see your reaction and scared that you'd push her away as her lips stayed on one spot, both her hands trailing up your arms before cupping your cheecks.

"Cordelia." You whispered half shocked and half in a daze, your eyes falling shut as your heartbeat sped up.

She hummed, her lips trailing closer to your lips but you snapped your eyes open and immediately pushed her away.

A look of hurt crossed her face as she watched you put as much distance as possible between you and her.

"What the fuck Delia?" You asked dazely, feeling guilty at enjoying that a little too much as you thought of Ally.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I don't...know what came over me." Cordelia apologised, trying to mask her true feelings at this.

You looked at her for a moment before muttering. "I have to go." with that said you turned and walked down the stairs.

Cordelia stood still, her mind running wild, the feeling of your soft skin still lingering on her lips along with that familiar peaches and cream scent of your body wash as she fiddle with her hands, feeling a sense of longing tearing through her in a strong wave.

'What the hell came over me. She probably hates me now. The only person that gave me meaning even when she was lost and broken.' The blonde thinks loudly in her own head, one of her hands clenching into a fist.

"Miss Goode? Are you alright?" A voice startled the blonde but she calmed down upon seeing Nan standing a few feet away.

"I'm...I'm fine." Cordelia lied.

Nan only shook her head. "You aren't. Your thoughts are really loud and all over the place."

Cordelia collected herself a bit before looking at Nan again. "It's nothing to worry about. I must go." She said before walking to her own room, not ready to be asked more questions by Nan.

Nan only watched with a knowing look as Cordelia closed her door behind her, knowing the blonde have a crush on you from all her loud thoughts that is constantly focused all around you.

"Miss Goode. You can be such a fool sometimes." Nan whispered to herself before also going down the stairs to greet you eagerly.

You sat next to Ally, not paying, much attention to the others as you are lost in thought, your hand resting on Ally's upper leg while she covered your hand with hers on her leg, answering any questions the others asked her.

-End

Sorry for the long wait and that's it's super short, was not feeling well and things are a bit hectic. Who do you guys think the reader should end up with? I'm kinda conflicted but I also have a idea I may want to use with one of them. And sorry for this crappy part but I didn't want to take too long and leave ya hanging. I've also not added Ozzy in here.

#cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ally mayfair richards x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs imagine

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ecclais-fouoras · 4 years

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SOFTER ON THE INSIDE

Ch1

Warning ⚠️ mention of self harm and scoliosis (a bit of blood)

Wilhelmina venable was a women everyone feared. She held the outpost with her strict rules and her iron fist.

Everybody was sitting at the dinner table eating their cubes.

Everyone feared her except for you, venable was interesting and honestly very attractive.

Gallant started complaining about the food as always followed by coco and you could again feel venable get annoyed at this.

"Come on you can't keep serving us this shit !"

"He's right ! I'm starving and you give us that crap !"

"Stop it coco She's not our enemy for God sakes ! Eat your cube damn ! Your alive !!! You are actually ALIVE when the rest of the world is rather dead or dying. So stop being the ungrateful spoiled bitch you always were and try to at least learn something new for once like how to be a better human being !"

She stood up from her chair and tapped her cane on the ground before she could protest you mumbled "sorry miss venable"

As you sat back on your chair.

"Miss vanderbilt, mrs gallant sit down and eat those damn cubes before I think about punishing you both"

They got back on their seats and ate in silence.

After dinner you went to the Library for a bit before going to bed.

You were drawing on some handmade paper with charcoal and you heard ths soft thud of Venable's cane on the floor.

You immediately pulled down the burned material and cleaned up your hands on your dress.

Your long purple dress was now a bit dirty and you couldn't help but feel like a dear cought in headlights.

"What are you doing in here miss y/l/n

And why are your clothes dirty"

"I'm sorry miss venable i was just drawing in hear and since I don't have any material i had to be a little creative but it turned out to be quite messy"

You said softly.

"Well i suppose you are allowed to draw but you will clean up after your mess"

"Yes of course i will, is there any particular reason why you came here?"

"Can't i just enjoy a little reading in the library"

"Oh..of course i just...well of course you can"

"That's awfully nice of you miss"

She said in a sarcastic tone.

She sat down on the couch and you went back to drawing. She noticed a jar field with red liquid that you seemed to be using as paint with a brush made out of hair and wood. She really admired your inventivity, and how you came up with solution to everything.

"What is that ?" She asked pointing the pot and you got really nervous suddenly.

"...what do you mean?"

"What is the red liquid and where does it comes from ?" She asked in a strict tone

"...it's... blood"

"WHAT !" She was shocked and kind of disappointed you had always been her favorite and now this !

"Wait I CAN EXPLAIN !" You said your voice filled with urgency.

"Of course you will, i expect yo..."

"It's mine !" Before she could finish her sentence you cut her off.

"I'm sorry what ?"

"It's mine, the blood in the cup. I didn't have any paint, and i couldn't get anything to make pigment powder. Since I only have black and grey i figured that red would be more interesting and put some egg yolk and blood in a jar." She was confused.

"Is this your period blood?"

"No it's blood, blood"

"Where did you get it then"

"...well...i just had to make a small incision on my ankle"

"....and why on your ankle miss y/L/n ?"

"Well it's the place that bleeds the most with the littlest pain, and it's also easier to clean and hide..."

"And How Would you know that"

There was a longer pause between you two.

"I expect an answer y/n"

"... I...I just do"

"Try harder, I am not buying it "

"I...I used to self harm...I just...now i know how it bleeds and how much does it hurts"

"..i had no idea I'm sorry"

"It's fine I'm okay now, it took me the apocalypse but i figured if the world is ending with us i should try to stay clean"

"Can I see your drawing ?"

"Yes sure bit i thought you were trying to read ?"

"Yes i wanted to but the couch is uncomfortable"

"Yes that's why I sit here it's better...here have a seat"

You said as you patted the place next to you.

"Here ?"

"Yes, well of you want to of course."

"I do"

There was something in the air between you two and you could feel it.

"When did you start this ? It looks really good, were you an artist before ?"

"Yesterday, and well not as a job but I did practice a lot"

"Anyways you have a lot of talent."

"Thank you, do you want to draw too? I can give you one of the paper sheets i made"

"No thank you"

"Okay"

You two sat there for a few hours until it was time to go back to your rooms, you offered to take her and she kindly accepted. As you were before the door she read a message that was on the door

"I can't help you tonight i had to go and clean something "

"Shit" she cursed behind her breath

"What was that ?" You asked softly "is everything okay ?"

"Yes" she replied coldly, it was odd especially since she had been sweet to you the whole time.

"I can tell there is something wrong, can I help ? You do so much for us, i just want to give you a hand in return"

She didn't say anything as she was considering letting you in, after all you had been nice all along, she could try and trust you. Could she ?

"You can trust me you know. Whatever it is i won't tell them"

She opened her door slightly and pulled you in. Suddenly her stance had changed, she was more tired, more vulnerable, and cute? Yes definitely she looked so sweet.

"..well..this is embarrassing, i"

"Don't be embarrassed around me miss venable, everyone needs a little help every once in awhile, it's also nice to see you like this"

"What do you mean like this ?"

"Well I mean without anyone else to bother us, and you know...like you're normal self"

"I'm not normal y/l/n"

"Please call me y/n, and You are... I mean normal as in being yourself... without trying to scare everyone"

She giggled softly and a smile crept up your face.

"See just like this"

You both stared at each other before you could ask her what she needed help with.

"So you need me for something ?"

".. yes..you see usually miss mead helps me change since I can't pull the zipper of my dresses in my... condition"

"Sure okay...so just turn around and I'll unzip you" you began to make her spin but she stopped you

"Wait..you need to know...i have scoliosis...it looks disgusting.."

"Do you want me to close my eyes if it'd make you more comfortable ? The last thing I want is to hurt you by trying to help. But know that I won't judge you, especially if it's about a physical appearance you can't help with. You know our bodies is what keeps us alive, i spent all my life trying to destroy mine in everyway possible because the feeling of being inside of it was to unbearable. But it turns out my body is what makes me feel, smile, laugh, smell and love. I would not be there if she wasn't. So i had to learn to be kinder to myself"

Her eyes were watery as she took your words in. It was so out of character for her, she always seemed to have everything together but in reality she was a big softy struggling with self image.

"Oh no please don't cry, i don't want to see you be sad." You said as you held her cheek, it was a bold move but she didn't seem to be mad about it.

You decided to stay in front of her to unzip her, and reach behind her to find the hell of her dress.

She flinched lighltly as you dragged it down her spine, and she didn't have time to catch her dress as it fell at her feet. She wore this purple lingerie gown underneath and you couldn't help but stare at her body.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. Leave now please"

"Don't be sorry it's fine, here" you picked her dress up and covered her with it.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Wilhelmina, you are breathtakingly beautiful"

You left as you pecked her cheek and smiled at her while she looked at you stunned and blushing.

God what were you doing to her ?

#wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson fanfiction #wilhelmina venable

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whosaskingwrites · 4 years

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Forever Is A Long Time (Akaashi x Reader)

A/N: I'm alive. And finally starting my soulmate one-shots. 😔 sorry if you've been waiting for these i wanted to get the angst ones done first. Also im almost at 100 followers which means ill be having a follower special soon! So be ready for that. Anyway have a good day!

Date: Tuesday, November 24th, 2020

Details: 6.3 pages 2,308 words

Theme: Red String- There is a red string tied around your ring finger that connects you to your soulmate. It becomes visible when you are close to each other. You can also tug on the string so your soulmate feels it. When far you only see it as a red ring around your finger.

Warnings: cursing. Barely implied sexual stuff its just one sentence and its nothing explicit.

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For as long as I could remember I had a pale red ring around my finger. I never asked questions about it since I knew what it was. My soulmate was out there somewhere but I was never curious about them.

I would have been but my mom stressed to me that I needed to be successful. Not worrying about some silly soulmate so I did. Every thought about my soulmate was pushed to the back of my mind and I slowly forgot about them. My friend Hinata always tried to get me to find them but I denied.

I ended up becoming the manager for the MSBY Black Jackals. I considered it the perfect job I wasn't as successful as my mom wanted me to be but I was happy with what I was doing.

I was always busy so my soulmate had never crossed my mind. My days were spent corraling Bokuto and Hinata while keeping Atsumu away from Sakusa's stuff. The rest of the team members like Meian and Barnes didn't need watching but they also never helped me.

Today was no different of course. Well unless you counted the fact that it was the Black Jackals versus the Schweiden Adlers. Hinata was bouncing around in excitement and Bokuto wasn't much better. Currently I was helping Sakusa fix his knee pads deciding to let Hinata be excited this once.

"Y/N!" I jumped throwing a hand over my heart as I stood up. I looked at Bokuto who was staring at me eyes wide. "Don't do that Bo!" I yelled smacking him on the back of the head. "Owww sorry it's just your hand!" I looked down at my hand and looked back up raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked in confusion Bokuto sighed reaching forward and raising my other hand. There around my ring finger was a thin red string. "Y/n's soulmate is here!?" Hinata yelled rushing over to see the string. "Oh cool I guess," I took my hand from Bokuto's grasp bringing it back down with a shrug.

"You're not excited about it?" Atsumu asked "Not really? Mom raised me to not worry about my soulmate so," I trailed off before I felt a strong tug on my hand. Looking down I noticed Hinata pulling on the string before someone pulled back.

I smacked his hand as he went to tug it again "quit doing that," I said moving to pick up my clipboard. "But thats how you find them! The stronger the tug the closer they are!" He shouted while I shook my head. "Hinata I'm not worried about my soulmate. The game is in 10 minutes so let's get you guys to the court," I stated looking at them.

"I don't get it how the hell are you Omi and Samu not interested in your soulmates!" Atsumu shouted as we left the changing room. "I'm just not big on the soulmate thing," I said with another shrug "I don’t really care if I find them or not," Sakusa added on with his own shrug.

"You guys are so boring! Y/n you're the first outta of the five of us to be close to your soulmate and you don't wanna meet them!?" Bokuto shouted in exasperation. "I dont see what the big idea is. I'm not interested in meeting my soulmate right now. Now go warm-up," I gently pushed the boys towards the court while I went to the bench.

I shook my head as Hinata mouthed "Find them," at me. I sighed as I watched them feeling a gentle tug against my finger my eyes drifted to the red string before I cautiously tugged back. It brought an odd sense of comfort to feel every tug on the thread and it almost seemed like a habit for them to nervously tug the string.

My eyes shifted back to the court as the game started. My hand made notes that occasionally got messed up when a tug shook my hand. I quietly hummed when I realized they were trying to find me.

Halfway through the game the tugs had become annoying. They started hindering my writing the closer they got and the boys had most definitely noticed my annoyed state. They had come over for water and towel during a short timeout while I was finishing a note for Bokuto when my hand was suddenly tugged sharply to the side scratching a mark across the sentence id just written.

"Son of a bitch!" I quietly cursed though it was loud enough that the four boys heard me. "You alright Y/n?" Atsumu asked and I glared at him. The boys froze at the icy gaze.

"No I'm not okay. Everytime I try writing these damn notes my soulmate tugs on the fucking string and ruins it. I'm fed up with it and quite frankly I really don't want to meet them at this point," I stated angrily. "Come on Y/n its just notes-" my glare shifted to Hinata as he spoke causing him to shiver.

"Just notes? It is my job to write notes. If the notes are unreadable I have failed at my job and you know what these notes are?" I held up my clip board before slamming it back down on the bench. "Unreadable!" I yelled before taking a breath. "Now finish your game boys and if you lose. Ill kill you," I sent them a threatening smile before they ran off to the court in fear.

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"I just don't get it man! How is she not excited!" I paused as I entered the shop. Hearing Bokuto yell as soon as I walked in. "I mean I get it. If my soulmate kept me from making Onigiri correctly I'd be mad," Osamu supplied waving to me as I walked in.

"Whats going on?" I asked looking at the guys Kuroo rubbed his forehead while Bokuto looked at me. "Please don't get him started on his damn manager again," Kuroo mumbled while Bokuto spoke up. "Hey Akaashi what's your idea of a soulmate?" I blinked at the sudden question "Someone who will be with you forever I guess," I said after I thought about it.

"Our manager doesn't care about meeting her soulmate!" Atsumu yelled out throwing his hands up while Kuroo groaned. I came over and sat down across from Bokuto. "You guys are making a huge deal out of it," Sakusa said rolling his eyes.

"Well she should care! I can't believe she went home instead of celebrating just to fix her notes," Hinata stated with a huff. "What happened?" I asked my eyes flickering to Osamu when he placed a tray of onigiri down in front of me.

"Y/n's soulmate was at today's game! They even kept tugging on the string but she said she didn't care!" I paused as I processed Bokuto's words. I had been at the game when my string appeared. I tugged on it whenever I got nervous during the game.

I had eventually followed it during break only to discover it led me to the doors on court and suddenly it all made sense. "Oh," I said when I realized. "What?" Hinata questioned and I shook my head. "Nothing just...my string also showed up during the game," I stated looking back at Hinata. "Oh," he said but then his face lit up "oh!" He stood up suddenly and Bokuto joined him.

"Oh my god! You think-?" Bokuto trailed off excitedly looking at me. "You guys saying he's her soulmate?" Atsumu also stood up in excitement. While Kuroo sent me a look that screamed 'What have you done?' "Guys there was a lot of people at the game," Osamu said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah doesn't mean Y/n is his soulmate," Sakusa also said with an agitated sigh. Bokuto snapped his head over to me with a wide excited smile. "Did you follow the string?" He asked bouncing in his spot. "A little bit during break yes," I said as I automatically started playing with my fingers.

"And?" Hinata drawled out leaning towards me. "...It lead me to the doors leading on court," there was a brief moment of silence before the three boys started screaming. "Someone get her over here right now!" Atsumu shouted while Hinata pulled out his phone.

It went dead silent as he called the boys seemed to freeze in place staring at the phone that was on speaker. "What the hell do you want?" All four boys flinched at the angry tone and Kuroo shivered at it. "We think we found him Y/n!" Hinata excitedly yelled.

"Found who?" She asked in confusion causing Atsumu to sigh in irritation. "Your soulmate Y/n!" He yelled in exasperation. "Fascinating. I don't care," She had responded back in annoyance. "Y/n come on! Just come to Onigiri Miya please!" Bokuto begged his eyes got big as he stared at the phone.

"No. And don't throw puppy eyes at the phone I know you're doing it," Bokuto sighed when it didn't work frowning as he tried to figure out what to do. "Please Y/n! Five minutes! I'll do anything you want!" Hinata joined in with a frown.

"I already said no. Now leave me alone or I block you," She stated before hanging up the phone. The three boys turned their gazes to me after staring blankly at the phone. I looked back at them slowly "...what?" I asked nervously before Atsumu smirked at me. 'Oh boy' I thought worriedly.

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'How the hell did I get here?' I thought as I stood infront of an apartment door. I assumed it was Y/n's since Bokuto had shoved me here and rang the bell. I was still getting my bearings when the door swung open revealing a girl with h/c hair and shiny e/c eyes.

She was wearing a black jackals hoodie and a pair of leggings. I noticed the red string trailed from her hand to mine confirming she was my soulmate. "Can I help you?" She asked with a sigh.

Her voice snapped me out of my reprieve and I gave her a shaky smile. "Hi um I think your my soulmate?" What I said came off as more of a question as she blinked at me. "Who are you?" She didn't check the string before she asked. Establishing that she wasn't lying on the phone she really didn't care. "Im Akaashi Keiji," I said holding out my hand.

She hummed as she took it shaking my hand as her eyes finally traced the string. "So. You're Bokuto's elusive friend and the one who made me ruin my notes," I flinched as she let go of my hand immediately going to play with my fingers.

"Sorry about that. I tugged on it whenever the game made me nervous," she was watching my hands before she suddenly reached out and took one. I froze at the unexpected move as she held my hand. "Sorry you were distracting me. Continue?" She asked as she laced her fingers with mine.

"I..um," I had lost my train of thought looking at the pale pink flush that had appeared on her cheeks. "A-anyway why are you against soulmates?" She shook her head at my question. "Im not it's just...my mom raised me to put finding my soulmate on the backburner and focus on my career so I did,"

She continued after a brief pause "She focused on her soulmate and ended up working as a waitress as her career. She wanted me to be successful and that meant no room for a soulmate," She shrugged like it was the most casual thing in the world to not care about a soulmate.

"So...Where does that leave me?" I questioned quietly while she hummed. "Depends...are you gonna ruin my notes again?" She asked with a small smile. I smiled back when I realized what she was implying. "Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on the day," She laughed as I spoke her eyes drifted to the side sparkling in mischief as she spotted something.

She leaned forward to whisper in my ear "Seems the three musketeers stayed to keep watch," She mumbled tilting her head as she pulled back. I turned my head slightly seeing Bokuto, Atsumu, and Hinata hiding around the corner. They were excitedly holding on to eachother and I shook my head looking back at her.

"Unfortunately," I supplied while she giggled. "Im sure you already know but my name is L/n Y/n," She said and I nodded confirming I did already know. Her eyes still held mischief as she leaned forward again. "I think we should give them something to watch," she whispered lowly.

My face flushed at the implication of what she said. "Y/n-," She cut me off with a kiss. They were soft and fit against mine perfectly much like her hand did. My eyes slipped closed as I kissed her back. I vaguely heard the screaming of the three guys.

She slid something into my free hand before pulling away. She smirked at me letting go of my other hand "Have fun with that," she threw a vague hand gesture to the boys before going inside and closing the door.

Looking down at my hand she had left a small white business card in my hand. Her number was stretched across the front and I pocketed it before walking away. As I got closer to the three guys I was suddenly tugged backwards and fell.

I looked at my hand to the string following it to see Y/n holding the string with a smile on her face. She winked at me before disappearing while I quietly chuckled.

'This was gonna be an adventure'

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firemblem-fics · 4 years

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Smitten Kitten [Finale]

one | two | three | four | finale

-> Pairing: Felix x Female!Reader | Hybrid!AU (mostly platonic idk)

-> Warnings: Abuse mentions, Like Two Sex Jokes, Yelling

-> Genre: Angst, Fluff

-> Word Count: 1.6k

-> Summary: You never wanted to be involved with hybrids. They were risky and had too many rules for you. But what will you do when a little black and white cat that you take in turns out to be the very thing you steered clear of?

-> A/N: Okay so the more i wrote this the more i realized it was more platonic than anything and also it barely fucking features felix and i’m just very unhappy with it i suppose ... maybe in the future i’ll rewrite idk i’m really sorry for this i kinda hate it but i’ve been working on it for so long i didn’t want to make people wait longer

Soon, the bell rang once more and you turned your head, finally making eye contact with those red eyes you'd been longing to see for weeks.

"Fe!" You nearly stumbled forward as you rushed towards the hybrid, your heart leaping as you reached out to-

"Don't touch him!"

Karen's shrill voice was like an invisible wall that was keeping you away from Felix. You almost shrunk back as she yelled, but you stood tall. The Hybrid Services needed to see that you were strong and fully capable of taking care of Felix and you were determined to do just that.

You only looked at Felix expectantly. He went to walk over to you, but was stopped with an extremely harsh tug on his leash. He hissed at Doug, who was talking to an HPS officer with a hardened gaze.

Karen, on the other hand, walked coolly up to you. "What's your problem?" She sneered.

"My problem? You're hurting Felix."

"We're just disciplining him," She rolled her eyes, "Sometimes a savage animal needs a few hits to get the rules in their head. Felix plays too many games that we don't feel like dealing with."

"Then why do you keep him?"

"Have you seen the boy? He's gorgeous. He's won multiple awards and thousands of dollars at Hybrid Shows. A bit of pain is worth the prize."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "He's gorgeous, yeah? Is that why you felt the need to cover his bruises with makeup? I took care of Felix for two months and he never caused any trouble. He was polite, respectful, thoughtful, and never once did he need to be 'punished'. He's not the problem- you are."

"Why you-"

"Mr. and Mrs..." An officer called the couple away from you. He began showing them all of the messages between you and Felix- proof of their wrongs.

You, on the other hand, turned to the cat-boy and finished what you started, throwing your arms around his torso and squeezing him tightly. In return, Felix only stiffened up. He didn't know where to put his hands, choosing to rest them on your shoulders as his chin laid on the crown of your head. You only got a few seconds of alone time before another pair of arms wrapped around the two of you.

"How sweet, a reunion! I'm sniffing out a kiss and some 'I missed you' sex later on- OW!"

Felix's hand went from your shoulder to Sylvain's stomach, stopping him in his sentence. "Go fuck yourself."

"Only if you watch me~"

You laughed, pulling back from the hug and looking over at Ashe, who was now engaged in a conversation with one of the HPS officers. You were more than thankful to have him at your side. Ashe had gone through the same little trial to get custody of Sylvain, so he was more than willing to help you get Felix out of his shitty situation as well.

Ashe had explained to you how Hybrid cases worked. Evidence would be presented to officers or a Hybrid Facilitator, such as Nancy, and they would make the call as to what happens next. You would be presenting evidence of Karen and Doug’s abuse to them and asking for Felix to be placed in your care. Lucky for you, Felix could speak on your behalf as well since he had stayed with you for two months.

You were scared. Felix was a big boy. He hid his emotions and stayed strong throughout the shit that his owners put him through, but even the strongest people have their limits. Unfortunately for you, Felix was still a hybrid. Legally considered an animal and treated as even less.

You couldn’t give him the freedom that he deserved, but you would try your damn hardest to give him a happy life.

You nearly teared up thinking about it and Felix must have noticed, for amidst his and Sylvain’s bickering he subtly placed his hand on the small of your back. It stayed there when the officers gathered everyone together, letting both sides present their cases. You spoke first.

“Two months ago, I found a little black and white cat in a dumpster. He was cold, hungry, and unhappy. I took him in and learned later on that he was Felix. Felix stayed with me for two months. I was under the presumption that he was kicked out of his old home- that was what he had told me, anyways.” That earned you a glare from the man beside you. “But I sheltered him for about two months, waiting for someone to come looking for him. They never did, so I took him here to get some papers filled out and make him legally… mine.”

You spat out the last word. God, did you hate the idea of having a human as a pet. Felix’s thumb brushed your back again, providing you with his own quiet form of comfort and amping you up to continue.

“I came, got some papers, and left. I should have known that he would have had papers under Doug and Karen’s name, but since I believed that they no longer wanted him, I went ahead and took ownership. Then they came up to my door later that day and took him. He had actually run away from them.

Felix put up a fight at first- he didn’t want to go. I gave him Sylvain, the other hybrid’s, phone so that he could still message me if he needed anything. The minute he left, he sent me a voice recording of those two screaming at him in the car. Since then, all of those messages had been sent as evidence that Karen and Doug have threatened him and harmed him emotionally, verbally, and physically. I want Felix to stay with me. They called him a behavioral issue, but I know how to treat him. I’ve never had an issue with him. Ever. I want full ownership of Felix Hugo Fraldarius.”

Nancy nodded and pointed to the couple, who were fuming on the other side of the room. Karen practically stormed up to Nancy and the officers, her face redder than Sylvain’s hair and voice more annoying than Sylvain himself.

“She obviously stole Felix from us!”

“What the fuck?” Said hybrid suddenly interrupted. An officer shushed him and motioned for Karen to continue.

“Felix is an award-winning, purebred Fraldarius tuxedo cat. He’s won thousands of dollars in prize money and trophies and awards, so of course a lower class girl like her would want such a high end Hybrid. He would win her money. She could have easily turned him into the facility, but she didn’t, so she stole him from us!”’

Karen had a point- you should have turned Felix in, but you couldn’t. The little cat had wormed his way into your heart more and more every day- even if he was kind of an ass in the beginning.

He still is an ass, but a little less now. You knew that when his arm moved from your back to around your shoulders, thumb now soothing the skin there.

“Wh- I didn’t even know he was a show cat until you two showed up and told me!” You defended. His hand gripped tighter as if already trying to hold you back. You were rather ready to tear this lady to shreds, honestly, so he was helping.

“You’re such a little liar- and those videos, too! They’re obviously fake. You don’t deserve Felix, you deserve to be jailed for stealing our precious prize!”

“Prize?! You don’t even see him as a real being with feelings and emotions or anything! Look-“ You suddenly licked your thumb, turning around and swiping underneath Felix’s eye. “He’s got bruises that you gave him and hid. Your face and fist are in that video. I’ve got selfies I took of him and I when he was in my care- there are no injuries, so they obviously happened in your care.”

“And how do they know you didn’t use makeup to hide the bruises you gave him?” Karen accused. God, she really was going the extra mile here. “Listen, little bitch, Felix is ours and he will be if I have to pry it from your little dead fingers.”

“You won’t lay a hand on her.” Felix speaks up. He turns to Nancy and sighs. “I wasn’t going to say anything because my pride heavily prevented me, but I am afraid of Karen and Doug. They have abused me in the last few years that I’ve been in their care and I can’t do it anymore. I can recount every single instance where they have harmed me and I will gladly do it if it means I can get the hell away from them and go with people who actually treat me well.” His face stayed straight as he spoke, his eyes hardened in a desperate attempt to show everyone how he wasn’t affected. Felix never was one to show his feelings- you were proud that he did this.

The officers, who had stayed silent for the entire time, looked at each other.

One sighed and spoke up. “You two are under arrest for Hybrid cruelty and will be investigated further and punished as charged.” He turned to you, “Do you mind if we keep the phone for a while to extract evidence?”

“I mind-“

“Not at all.” You cut off Sylvain, “He can go a little longer without his phone. He needs to go longer.”

The officer thanked you and led the two away, nearly kicking and screaming.

Nancy watched as they left, typing some things into her computer before standing up. “If any of you can follow me to the back, I need to put the proper information on a new collar tag.”

Ashe volunteered and dragged Sylvain back with him, leaving you and Felix alone at the front. You turned back to him and slipped your arms around his waist once more. Felix looked around, making sure nobody was near before holding you back properly this time. A purr erupted from his throat- quiet, but soothing as your ear was pressed against his chest.

“You’re coming home, Fe.”

“I’m already home right here with you.”

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mollyhw14 · 3 years

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Fallen Angel : Tied to the Devil's Daughter (demon au Lee Donghyuk / Haechan ) ♛ CH2♛

Seraphina was beyond livid.

She'd come to the dance studio to let off steam but it felt like the complete opposite. Putting on some music, she decided to let loose and see if dancing would at least loosen her temper a little bit.

Stretching to warm up, she slowly began to let her body flow with the rhythm, eventually flowing into the choreography she'd been practicing for the last week. Flawlessly, she completed every step, finishing with a grande jete and her final pose. Once the music stopped she collapsed to the floor, sweating but feeling more alive from the buzz of the dance. Prying herself from the floor, she heard distant clapping from the door way making her whip her head round fast to see who had interrupted her alone time.

Phina was definitely not impressed to see the boy she had glared at previously before for taking over her time slot.

"Wow princess didn't know you were quite the ballet dancer. I must say, doesn't really fit your temper like but you got some moves." His voice was almost teasing-like and this irritated Seraphina a lot. Getting annoyed by his presence, she scowled at him, waiting for his explanation as to why he was even there. Not getting an answer she took matters into her own hands.

"So you gonna tell me why the fuck you're here or am I gonna have to slap some sense in to you?"

He chuckled at her tone, she sounded pissed and it only amused him.

"Now now, sunshine, that's no way to speak to people is it?" He made sure to drag out the word sunshine just to piss her off even more.

"You call me that again and I'll snap your fucking neck!" She'd moved to grab her phone, getting angrier the more she was in his presence.

"Feisty one aren't you? Princess, as much as I'd love to break your neck too, don't think it would go down to well with the police now would it?" His condescending tone irritated her and she stormed out, barging past his tall ass to find her next class.

"By the way, I came to take over my time slot, not that I didn't mind you staring at me Sunshine," he shouted from behind her.

'Staring? Fucking idiot, he's obviously blind to not see I was trying to burn him with my eyes' she thought to herself as she slowed down once entering her classroom.

Maths was Seraphina's most hated class. It wasn't because she wasn't good at it, if anything she was top of the class. However, she unfortunately had to share this class with the demons in the year above. Three of them being the dicktrio who thought they ran the school. Their dumbasses had dropped a grade and now she had to have this class with them. Not only that, her teacher was a demon too, favouring them more amongst the humans within the class, no matter how dumb they were. Phina often wondered to herself if there was many more teachers who were also demons, and they just kept to their human form?

Waiting for the teacher to come, she glanced around, trying to not make contact with the black orbs that almost laughed at her from across the room. The demons giggled to themselves, knowing how much humans hated eye contact with them, believing they would die from a single look. However this wasn't the case for Phina, she was introverted, and this was why she hated eye contact. She didn't give one shit if this girl was a demon, she just knew the moment they shared eye contact, she wouldn't hear the end of it.

"How's my favourite person!" Phina heard the angelic voice of her friend, before being engulfed by a pair of arms.

"Cheonie, you're strangling me!" Phina managed to choke out before her best friend finally sat in the seat next to her.

"Can I not be happy to see my best friend? Have you calmed down yet?"

Before Phina could reply, she heard the high pitch voice shout out from the other side of the room.

"Shut up Chansa, you might as well be an Angel you're that fucking annoying!"

Hurt flashed across her friends face and Seraphina saw red. How dare she insult her best friend.

"First of all her name is CHEONSA, get it right bitch! Maybe mind your own fucking god damn business before insulting my friend. At least she has a heart unlike you whores."

She glared straight into the black pits of hell, and everyone around them muted. All shocked that not only had she stuck up to the three dicktrio demons, but also because she actually looked them straight in the eye.

Shock was evident on the demons’ faces, but was gone as quick as it came.

"Did you just call us whores?"

"Yes and what the fuck are you going to do about it?"

"You're dead human bitch-"

Just as the girl was about the pounce at Phina, the door swung open to reveal both the teacher and the person she hated just as much as the dicktrio. Lee Haechan.

"What are you doing Seraphina! Get in your seat right this instant and don't utter a single word for the rest of class." Black orbs glowed from the door way at her, stopping the demon in her tracks.

Seraphina was beyond mad. Not only had she been humiliated by the teacher, but that the demons always got their own way. The smirk on their faces showing everyone who had the higher ground.

"Utter bullshit" she mumbled to herself, Cheonsa gave her a reassuring smile.

"Right class we have a new student joining us, Lee Haechan. Make him feel welcome and please, no funny business. Haechan please take a seat next to Seraphina."

Could Phina's day get any worse? Banging her head on her desk, she heard a low chuckle followed by, "You really are a badass aren't you Sunshine? Going against a demon you're definitely asking for a death wish."

Oh how she wished she was dead.

The bell rang signally the end of the day, and nobody was more exciting to be leaving school that Seraphina. The ringing of the bell actually made her smile for the first time that day, as she skipped down the stairs to go meet her best friend outside.

Finding Cheonsa under the school's apple tree, they linked arms before heading off the their usual cafe down the road.

"Why don't you ask Mark if he wants to join us, you said he's been stressed out with exams recently he'll need a break." Cheonsa looked at her friend for an answer, watching as she frowned at the mention of her brother.

"I know, he really stresses himself out too much, mums had to put a lock on the fridge because he's been stress eating."

Mark was Seraphina's older brother, who never let her forget that he was the older ones. He was doing his finally exams to get himself into college, and the boy literally stressed himself out so much over it, he would lash out at anybody who distracted him.

"Do you think he'll be calm enough to even talk to me on the phone?"

Cheonsa hesitated,

"He should be done with them soon, he'd probably appreciate his sister inviting him out."

With that said, Phina brought the phone to her ear to call her brother, entering the all too familiar cafe.

"Yah what do you want I'm busy Phi!"

Phina closed her eyes at the loudness of his voice, knowing her brother would react this way she sighed.

"Never mind. I was going to ask if you'd like to come hang out with us at the cafe but if you're busy just leave it." She snapped at him down the phone, her temper getting the better of her.

"No wait!" the voice on the other side made her jump. He really needed to stop shouting.

"I'll come, I'm sorry for shouting I need a break these exams are driving me fucking insane." His voice was more softer this time, regretting the way he'd spoke to his sister. After all, she was just trying to be nice.

"I'll see you in 5."

Just as the phone line went dead, Cheonsa was walking over with two cups in her hand.

"You know me to well Cheonsie, a peppermint hot chocolate is always the way to my heart."

They both chuckled and sat in their usual spot, before Phia decided to fill her friend in on the new kid.

"Honestly you should've seen him Cheonsa, he thought he was fucking amazing, interrupting my dance slot-"

"Hello to my favourite sibling!" Her brother practically screamed from across the cafe, interrupting her rant.

"Mark I'm your only sibling."

"I know that but still... anyway I brought Renjun because he was with me when you called." Renjun stuck his head out from behind Mark, waving at the two girls.

"Hey Rejun, how've you been?" Cheonsa beamed up at the blonde, eyes never leaving the male.

"I've been good thank you, just trying to finish my portfolio for art."

Phina almost gagged at the way her friend was making heart eyes at the man. She pulled Mark into the booth they were sat at, earning a glare from her friend at their chosen seating arrangement.

"I like your new hair Renjun, have you dyed it?" Cheonsa's attention was back onto the male, swooning at the way he blushed that she'd noticed his hair.

"Yeah I just fancied a change. Do you think it looks okay-"

He was about the finish his sentence when the sudden buzz of his phone interrupted him. Confused, he put the phone to his ear, quizzing the caller.

"What's wrong? Are they being bad again?- Well I don't know....I can ask wait a sec-"

"Hey Cheonsa is it okay if my friend joins us?"

His eyes were pleading at her to let his friend come, and Phina wondered why he would even be pleading when he knew fair well that Cheonsa would agree to anything he said.

"Of course, anything for you." Cheonsa giggled, causing Phina to fake gag, and earning a chuckle from her brother and death glare from her friend.

After getting off the phone, Renjun announced his friend was round the corner and would go and grab him a drink from the counter, asking if anybody else wanting one too.

As he neared the counter, her friend sighed, love evident on her face.

"He's just so charming isn't he?" She sighed again, looking towards the boy she had a huge crush on.

"Yeh he's alright I guess-"

"Oh hey Sunshine, didn't know I'd be seeing you here."

Phina's eyes nearly popped out their sockets at the high pitched voice she could recognise anywhere.

Why did her day just keep getting worse.

#Haechan #nct #lee hacehan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck au #nct dream donghyuck #donghyuck fanfic #nct donghyuck #demons #demon au #angels and demons #fallen angel #Mark #mark lee #renjun #huang renjun

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marmar-97 · 5 years

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NSFW

Warm morning (Troy x reader smut)

Author: I've decided to do this since my thirst for Troy can't be quenched (and it never will for the rest of us *wink wink*)

*SMALL SPOILER I GUESS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED BL3 YET BUT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORYLINE*

I don't own Troy but he certainly owns our bodies now prepare your ovaries

Him and Ty had a conversation when he slept in the room with her (in separate beds) and it'll be added in the ending.

Contains: SEXY time with rat boy Troy

Disclaimer:You and Troy get into an argument after you find out he hooked up/slept with hammerlocks sister(Aurelia) when you've asked him if he's ever slept with anyone before and he says no

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"Come onnnnn babe that happened a long time ago, even before I got with you"

You stood in front of him with your arms crossed looking down at him. "I asked if you've slept with anyone and what you told me Troy?" You say his name with a stern tone.

"I thought you meant recently, besides if I hadn't given her what she wanted she would have killed me or something. I mean, yeah she was amazing and- ah shit I shouldn't have said that... Well fuck me..."

"Ohh so it seems that I wasn't good enough this whole time, good to see who you fucking prefer. Should have dated her then maybe.

"Babe I didn't mean-" before he can finish his sentence you step away from him.

He felt guilt take over him when he realized what he had said. "Look Troy, I just, need time to think for a bit... I'm gonna sleep alone tonight. "

He sighs "fine..." That's when he walks out the room going to the bedroom he and Ty shared sometimes.

When he left you closed the door behind you and locked it then started stripping everything but your panties off (since you pretty much sleep like that every night with Troy). Thinking about it made you actually miss him holding you while sleeping with your head on his chest as you listen to his soft breathing putting you to sleep. You then shake your head trying to keep the thought from flooding your mind trying to sleep it off, which you managed to do while having 'certain' things on your mind about Troy even if you were mad at him. You two did have arguments before but they were just minor ones.

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The next morning you were still sleeping peacefully not wanting to wake up really so you decided staying in bed a bit longer wouldn't hurt. But your bladder said otherwise so you tried getting up but felt an arm around you. You froze for a bit looking at who it was, Troy. He must have found a way in your room while you were sleeping. You tried moving once again to see if he'll let you go but his grip gets a bit tighter on your waist and he murmurs "don't go" while half awake. "Troy what're you- how did you even get in here?" He opens his eyes a bit to look at you and speaks. "Well let's just say... I've gotten a bit of help from Ty." A smile forms on his lips. "Can we talk about... Last night?" That's when you sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Fine..." When you did he gently turned your head back towards him. "No, please look at me while we talk so you know I mean everything I say." You had no choice really anyway. "Look, I know it was a mistake for what I did but it's not like she forced me to even 'do it' with her. I mean it was pretty much a life or death situation for me. It was only one time that happened. After that we never did it again. Heh,I'm gonna be honest and say that I'm actually glad she's not alive anymore cause she probably would have wanted it again." Hearing this actually made you have full trust in him a lot more now. "One thing though is that she's different from you. She didn't love me like you do or wouldn't take care of me the way you do. She pretty much was gonna use me for her pleasure, and I wouldn't want that. You don't have to worry because I'm all yours." He pulls you closer to him and you realize that he wasn't dressed at all, resting his head between your shoulder and neck. "But Troy, these 'sacrifices' you do makes me kinda-" "Jealous? That's only when we have new members, and I don't fuck them, I just bite them so they know they're a part of the COV now. But I bite you everytime because..." He starts to kiss and lick your neck slowly now "you're mine, and only I get to touch your body like this." You give in to him kissing and licking your neck just like how you imagined him doing in your dream you had last night and it seems like it was coming true, chills running up your spine. He then starts kissing you on the lips and you allow it by kissing back. While kissing he doesn't hold back by pushing his long tongue into your mouth as he grinds against you slow. You can feel him getting hard as he kept grinding against your ass. You let out low soft moans as he throat fucks you with his tongue. He starts playing with your left breast as he finally pulls his tongue out of your mouth, both of you panting for air.

"T-troy... L-let me use the bathroom first please."

He kisses you on the lips one last time before you get up to go the bathroom "hurry back, you know how I'm not very patient." He smacks your ass while you got up and went towards the bathroom. While you were in there, Troy was becoming more impatient by the second. You finally get done feeling relieved that your bladder wasn't full anymore but when you open the door you see Troy standing in the doorway. "Heh, told you I'm not patient." A smirk forms on his face as he pulls you into him kissing you again. This time the kiss was hungry indicating that he was ready to be inside you already. While kissing you he picks you up and presses you against the wall grinding against you. "It's about time to remove these, they're getting in the way." He starts pulling your panties off leaving them on the floor. He then grips your ass tight enough to not drop you and goes back to the bed. Once he gets there he lays you down getting on top of you kissing your collarbone and between your breasts. You arch your back as he licks and bites one of your nipples and using his hand playing with the other one. Your breath hitches as you let out gasps and moans. He was gentle but it's not gonna last long. Your skin already had marks on it from him biting you so much before leaving some scars since he'll drink some of your blood.

And it didn't last long as he started biting down hard on one of your breast hard earning a moan of both pain and pleasure from you. "F-fuck Troy..." He draws a bit of blood and licks the spot. "I know you're not really used to it but damn I can't help myself because your blood tastes so good." He then starts drinking some of it and pulls back looking down at you. "Mm I love seeing you like this. Oh what's this down here?" He moves his human hand down between your legs and rubs up and down your wet folds then your clit teasing you. Oh how he loved to tease you and you loved teasing him also. You start squirming as he pushes a finger inside you going back to drinking your blood once more and licking that spot once more. "Y-you tease..." You felt him pushing another finger inside you slowly thrusting them in and out of you. "Seems like someone's more excited than me." He stops licking your new wound he's made and moves his head down between your legs gripping your thighs and kissing between them. "Troy... S-stop teasing." You gasped when he bit one of your thighs as a chuckle is heard from him. "Hmm telling your god king what to do now? You're so eager."

"Mmf... I-I'm sorry..." He kisses the spot where he bit your thigh at knowing there's a bruise there now. You can hear the sound of his jaw snap as he starts opening it making his tongue come out. "Well that's enough teasing, no holding back now." He slides the full length of his tongue inside of you now and you arch your back more gripping his hair as he eats you out. You let out moans and curses under your breath as he picked up his pace gripping the bed sheets. "Troyyyy" His name rolls off your tongue as he inserts 3 human fingers inside of you while using his tongue still. The more you gasped and moaned the more he was getting excited by the second. A bit later he pulls back and takes his fingers out of you pushing them all into your mouth so you could get a taste of yourself, and boy did you taste real good like he always says. "Y'know what? You're far more amazing in bed than that ice cold bitch. I can make you wet just from one touch." You don't say anything since you can't as his fingers are still in your mouth and you lick them clean. Once you do he pulls them out your mouth and pulls you towards him as he straddles you rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your wet folds. "I would say beg but I know that's not your thing and I'm getting more impatient by the second." You feel him stopping at your entrance getting ready to enter you. And he does without warning with one hard thrust. You grip onto his wrists as he starts going at a slow pace feeling your walls clench around him. He holds your legs near your chest as his pace gets fast and hard. You grip onto his back moaning and gasping as he hits that one spot you love. He opens up his jaw once again and licks your neck biting it in the process. "Say it" he commands. "G-god king..." He really loved when you called him that while pounding your guts out. "Louder... I wanna hear you." He groans as he thrusted more faster in you. "God king" You say it loud as he pulls out and turns you over onto your stomach gripping your hips but not too hard since his robotic arm could possibly squeeze you to death. Before he enters back into you, he admires the view for a bit and chuckled.

"Man how I remember when I first seen this ass and how much I would dream of just touching it when we first met." He rubs it with one hand squeezing it then giving it a hard smack making you jolt from the contact. "And how you would get mad when I made compliments about it haha. Not my fault you've got a nice ass, it's just too nice not to say anything about it." Hearing about it made you think back to when it happened so many times before and made you wanna laugh at how corny some of his compliments were. Yet you found them cute nonetheless. It quickly got off your mind as Troy came close to your ear whispering in it. "You know that I truly love you right? I wouldn't even dare to hurt you." He licks behind your ear and biting it but not too hard. "You're mine and only mine." "Y-yes Troy."He pushes himself back into you moving at a steady pace. He lifts your hips up so he could go in you more deeper to hit that one spot. His pace started getting faster as you both moan and groan together. Skin slapping against skin and wet noises could be heard and you hope no one heard your loud moaning but you didn't care right now. Troy groans through gritted teeth as he felt himself getting real close as well. You grip the bed sheets as he kept going starting to bite you once more. You know it was his kink but little did you that he needed blood in order to survive since he'd get sick a lot. He hasn't told you that he really needed blood "Troy... Can I ask you something?" "What is it?" He slowed down a bit so you could talk. "Why do you tend to like drinking blood?" "To tell you the truth...it's not only a kink I'm in to...I actually need it in order to survive. You know... Since I get sick a lot. My immune system isn't that good and I'm not sure why. Maybe it was cause of that car I ate once." "Wait you seriously ate a car? How did you- never mind I'm not gonna ask." "Well sometimes ya gotta do what ya can do to survive." "Heh you're too cute sometimes Troy." Little did Troy know that the Siren DNA in him was tearing him apart from the inside and that he's dying. That's when you both hear Tyreen on his ECHO saying "Troy where the hell are you? You're supposed to be helping me set up for the stream later on today." He grabs it and sends her a message back saying "I'm a bit busy right now Ty, I'll be there soon don't worry." "Well whatever you're doing that's so important right now needs to be finished soon Troy." "Ugh Tyreen it's still a bit early anyway, I've got time."" Yeah yeah okay just don't bail out on me this time Troy." "Oh come on Ty since when have I ever bailed out on you? I was sick so it wasn't my fault those few times. " Listening to them go back and forth was actually really funny considering they're twins and would do it constantly. "Ugh whatever Troy just hurry up and finish pounding the crap out of your girlfriend." And then she hung up. You giggle after they were done talking. "Sorry about that, she gets impatient when it comes to setting up for our streams. Now where were we?"

#troy calypso #borderlands 3 #cov #Troy #bl3 #troy and tyreen

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exo-kpopper · 5 years

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Bullies

Pairing: Hui x Reader

Words: 2k+

Genre: Fluff, Bully, Friendship to relationship

-Please let me go! I told you I don't have any money for you! you said as the taller boys were trying to take your bag to see if there was any money in it.

-Liar. I know your mom gave you money for your lunch. Give it to us.

-No! I won't be able to eat otherwise...

-Aren't you fat enough? No need to put any more food in this... body, one of them said with a disgusted look on his face.

As the words hit you, tears started to fill your eyes and you tried to run away. You didn't want your bullies to see you cry or be weak.

-Please, let me go, you said with a shaky voice.

-Oh well, would you look at that? The little girl is about to cry, another one said with a mocking voice as he was laughing.

You tried to get away from their grip but the tallest of them grabbed your wrist and pushed you on a wall.

-I think you don't understand clearly here. I told you to give me your money, you fat ass.

Tears fell down on your cheek as you tried to hold back your sobs. It was always like that. I had been a week since you haven't eaten at school and you were clearly tired of it.

-Namjoo, please let me go! It's been a week since I haven't eaten anything at school! My mom is worried!

-I don't give a damn. Do you have it? he asked one of his friends who was holding your wallet, taking out all your money.

-Yep, we can go.

-Bye-bye, loser. Thanks again for the money.

As he left, you fell on the ground and started to cry abundantly. You were used to it after three years but it still hurt you a lot every time. You never did anything to get on their nerves but apparently, they chose you as a victim.

-You shouldn't let them do this to you, said a voice you couldn't recognize.

You lifted your head to see who talked to you and you saw Lee Hoetaek, a guy who was in your class. he was the silent type and he never answered when the teacher asked him questions. You didn't understand why he would talk to you.

-What do you want me to do more? I try my best to defend myself.

You stood up and after looking at him one last time, you left, not sure if he was there out of pity or only to help you. You didn't want people to pity you, you needed help and a friend for support. That was your only wish.

The weeks past and Hoetaek didn't talk to you again.

-I knew it, you told yourself. He was only there out of pity.

As you walked in the hallway, you didn't pay attention to who was in front of you and you hit them while walking.

-I'm sorry, you said.

But of course, it had to be one of your bullies so apologies wouldn't be enough.

-Who do you think you are, you fat ass!

People around started to laugh and you wanted to leave right now.

-I said I was sorry, you said as you tried to pass next to him but of course, he stopped you.

-Give me your money for your lunch. I'll need it.

-I don't have any. I made myself lunch.

-Well, give it to me, dumbie.

-No...

-No? Oh, shut up. You don't know who you're messing with. Give it to me. Now.

You didn't know what to do. You didn't want to give him your lunch but you wanted him to stop. You sighed and grabbed your backpack and was about to give him your lunch but a voice stopped you.

-Don't give it to him, (Y/N). I'm pretty sure she said no to you, Hangyeol.

-Mind your business, Lee. I don't need you to ruin my stuff.

-Then leave her alone.

-Who are you? Her boyfriend?

-What if I was?

-You're not, so mind your own business. You, give me your lunch.

-Hey! I think you didn't understand me here. Leave. Her. Alone.

-I think you don't know who you're messing with, Lil' boy.

Before you could think of anything to stop the fight, Hoetaek's fist had met Hangyeol's face, making him back off a little. You could see the surprise and the anger on Hangyeol's face and you were getting scared for Hoetaek.

-Hoetaek, we should leave now. This is getting dang...

You didn't have the time to finish your sentence that Hangyeol jumped on Hoetaek to punch him in the face. Namjoo arrived a few minutes later and screamed at Hangyeol to stop, just to know what was going on.

-He tried to defend the fat ass and punched me in the face. He's having what he deserved.

-What did you call her?! You fucking asshole!

You wanted them to stop. You didn't like fights at all and now they were two against Hoetaek. Hangyeol was still punching him until he was on the ground and Namjoo started to kick his ribs. You started to cry out loud and ran to go get a teacher. This had to stop now. You didn't want Hoetaek to get hurt.

-Sir! Sir, you have to come with me!

-What's going on?

-There's... There's a fight... Hoetaek... Hangyeol and Namjoo are on him... Please.

-Calm down, Miss (Y/L/N). Lead me to them.

You did so and after a few minutes of the teacher pulling Namjoo and Hangyeol away, Hoetaek could finally stand up. You took him to the infirmary and started to treat him. He was looking down, his eyebrows frowning a bit when you hurt him.

-Why?

-Why what? he said in a husky voice that made you shiver a bit.

-Why would you protect me? We're not even friends?

He looked at you with anger in his eyes.

-You don't deserve that, (Y/N). It's been so long and it still continues.

-So you defended me out of pity? Thank you but I don't need it. I'd rather suffer than being pitied.

You were about to leave but he grabbed your wrist and brought you into a hug.

-It wasn't out of pity...

You were completely frozen. Why would Lee Hoetaek take you in his arms?

-Let me protect you... They'll stop, I promise...

You slowly nodded and put your arms around him as you started to cry again. You probably looked like a baby but you didn't care. You felt so relieved that you could lean on someone for once in your life. You stayed like that a couple of minutes before the nurse came in and told you to leave since Hoetaek was treated. The older boy stayed with you but you didn't talk at all. You were pretty much the shy type and you didn't know what to talk about with him. After a few minutes, you arrived in class a couple of minutes before the bell rang and you sat next to each other. You took a deep breath and looked at him.

-Thank you, you got beaten because of me and you didn't deserve it.

He petted your hair and gave you a soft smile.

-Don't worry about it. I'll take it all until they stop.

You blushed a little under this attention and that made him laugh.

-I don't get why they hate you so much... You are so cute..., he said while putting away of your face a lock of hair.

You blushed even more and didn't answer to his compliment. You didn't think you were cute or even pretty. You thought you were a fat ass just like your bullies told you. However, it was the contrary as to Hoetaek. He thought you were beautiful and that you really needed to be protected. He just never found the courage before today to defend you.

***

It had been a few weeks since Hoetaek and you became friends. He was really nice to you and he always protected you from your bullies. You became really close to each other and you were really comfortable with him. Hoetaek was really the cuddly type and you loved the moments where you would just hug each other out of the blue. And as time passed, you realized you had developed a crush on him. It was pretty obvious to you that you were feeling more than friendship and you became even more cuddly with him, to his own pleasure. He liked having you close to him and knowing that you trusted him as much as he trusted you.

You were outside of school for the day since you didn't feel like going to class today and he went with you on your little trip to the city.

-Hey, (Y/N), wanna go grab something to eat? My stomach is literally screaming for food.

-Yup yup! Where do you want to go?

-What about this sweet pizzeria next to the mall?

Your smile faded a little when he mentioned that place.

-Ye... Yeah of course...

-Are you sure? We can go somewhere else.

-No, it's fine... It's just that Namjoo and his friends often go there to eat and I don't want to meet them.

He brought you in a hug after hearing you and kissed the top of your head, making you blush.

-Don't worry. I'm here no matter what.

You held him tighter against you and slightly nodded. You knew he was there and that he wouldn't leave. You trusted him for that. He backed off of the hug and took your hand in his.

-Let's go?

You nodded and followed him, noticing he didn't let go of your hand. You were blushing a lot but a huge smile took place on your face. God knows how much you felt happy at that moment. But of course, something had to go bad. As always.

-Well, well, well. Look who's here.

Just as you entered the small pizzeria, Hangyeol noticed you and decided he wanted to humiliate you once more. But Hoetaek didn't answer. He just went to a table and waited for a waiter or a waitress to go give you the menus. He totally ignored the boys not far from you and always did his best to catch your attention, which he did pretty well. Until you received a french fry full of ketchup right in the face. He gently whipped it away with a napkin and then stood up.

-Hoetaek, please don't.

But he didn't listen to you. He took the bottle of ketchup on your table and went to the boys' table. Once he was there, he opened the bottle and poured a lot on Hangyeol's head.

-That's for all the fucking times you humiliated her, you fucking bitch.

He then dropped the bottle on the table and went back to you. He took your hand and he brought you out of there.

-Hoetaek! Where are we going?

-Somewhere far from these assholes. I'm just so done with them!

-Hoetaek, let them be! I don't care what they do anymore. I just try to ignore them.

He turned around and looked at you angrily.

-And why do you do that? Why do you let them bother you all the time? I already told you. YOU DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THAT!

-I KNOW! Will you please calm down...? Hoetaek... I don't mind about them because you're here... I don't give a damn about them! Even if they hurt me, even if they scream at me, I don't care because I know that I'll see you around every time. I'm at best whenever you're with me and you're always with me. So let them be. I'm happy just being with you.

-But...

-Hoetaek, stop!

-No, I can't let...

And before he could finish his sentence, you gently pressed your lips on his, making him shut his mouth. You broke away from the kiss and smiled at him.

-I only need to know you're with me.

He slowly nodded and then pulled you into another hug, holding you tighter than he ever did.

-Did you really mean that kiss?

-Yes...

He separated himself from you and cupped your face with his hands.

-God, I like you so much! he said before bringing you into another kiss, making you feel a thousand butterflies in your stomach.

-I like you too, Hoetaek, even if you're stubborn as shit, you said with a wide smile on your face.

So what if people mocked you? So what if people bullied you? Hoetaek was here, and that's all that mattered...

#hui #lee hoetaek #hoetaek #pentagon hui #hui fluff #pentagon fluff #fluff #imagine #imagine fluff #friendship to relationship #pentagon imagine

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bxmbiiii · 6 years

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Detention (M)

(A/n: This is my first smut that I wrote a year ago, but I’m posting it now (crazy right?). This was requested by a associate of mine (I wrote it for her) so if you see it on her wattpad or tumblr, no I didn’t steal it. I did, however, polish, tweak, and clean up the smut part mostly because, when I looked at it before it was cringey as hell.)

Jimin's Pov

BRRING!

"Class is dismissed."

I huffed a breathe of relief that this godforsaken class was over.

'Finally get to leave this hell hole'

"Not you Mr. Park."

'Fuuuck'

"What could I have possibly done this time Mr. Min?" I asked rolling my eyes" and slumping in my seat.

Mr. Min arrogantly smiles, showing off a cute- 'What the hell is wrong with me? Cute? Hell no!'

Mr. Min Yoongi is my stupid, fucking annoying, Algebra teacher. This class happens to be the last of my day, which makes it the longest. 'Yay me!' If you couldn't detect the sarcasm already, no, I don't like him...

Okay maybe I do, but it's hard when your highschool teacher is hot as fuck, but tortures you every second they get. So what if I might fall asleep during his class, or forget to turn in homework most of the time? It doesn't mean he gets to pick on me about it, and call me out in front of the whole class does it? I just wish-

"MR. PARK!" a loud ass voice suddenly screeches at me. I jump in surprise and I'm met with Mr. Mins crotch in front of my face. I slowly look up into those dark brown sexy eyes, and I feel my face slowly start blushing profusely.

"Mr. Park have you been listening to anything I've been saying for the last five minutes?" He questions me, pink lips twisting into a devastatingly hot smirk.

".....no." I speak up meekly.

"I said 'If I catch you breaking anymore classroom rules this semester I will punish you.' Now go on home before your parents start worrying." He casually backs away from my desk, turning around, and heading towards his desk.

'I will punish you.' The words ring in my ears and I quickly feel myself get hard. My eyes were glued to his ass, hugged tightly in sleek black dress pants. l felt my dick harden in my pants a little more, as I hurriedly began putting my books together. I stood up when finished, and made my way to the classroom door.

My hand was on the door knob when, "Also Mr. Park?", I turned my head to the left quickly, facing Mr. Min. "Make sure to get a good nights sleep." He flashes me a quick gummy smile, which almost makes me cum in my pants, and I leave out the door quickly.

'Great, now I gotta jerk off when I get home, before starting on homework'

(Next Day)

'I'm in Mr. Mins class again, reviewing our unit for an upcoming test, when some bitch starts bothering me'

"Hey....Pssst!" The voice to my right tries to grab my attention.

"Hey, Jimin. Jiiimiiiiniiie~. Jim-" the voice gets cut of by, you guessed it me.

"What in the hell do you want?" I whispered, whipping my head sharply to the right to be met with Jungkooks (a young ass kid who's in my class for some damn reason) big ass eyes.

"May I borrow a pencil?" I rolled my eyes.

'Is this bitch serious?'

"No, now stop-"

"PARK JIMIN!" Mr. Min angrily cuts me off.

'Aww shit. Thanks-a-fucking-lot Jungkook'

"Do you have something to share with the class? I thought I had a discussion with you about this behavior yesterday." He says tilting his head to the right, staring into my soul.

"It-" I could hardly get a word out to defend myself, before being cut off again.

"Don't try to bring up petty excuses, as I clearly saw you distracting one of your fellow classmates. If you think that your all mightly and superior then-"

"You know what Mr. Min? FUCK YOU AND THIS CLASS! I wasn't interrupting shit, and you know that as much as I do. I don't understand why you constantly pick on me, but I do know I'm fucking sick of it." My breathe was labored, and face probably as red as a tomatoe after getting everything off my chest.

"You have afterschool detention Mr. Park." Mr. Min eyes me dangerously. He goes back to the white board going over the lesson.

'Fine with me' I roll my eyes and zone out waiting for class to end. The sooner the class ends, the sooner detention will too.

BRRING!

(Jimins Pov)

I slump in my seat as I eye everyone (especially Jungkooks dumbass) with envy packing up and leaving the classroom.

A good silent ten minutes go by, and I find myself starring at Mr. Min. I let my eyes trail over his god-like face. Nicely kept dark eyebrows,and a small slightly widened, round nose. His lips were small, but full and deliciously pink. His bottom lip was caught in underneath his teath. His skin was a smooth ivory, with a light tan, and he had an upside-down diamond shaped face, with jawline that could send me to heaven. His eyes.....were looking straight at me.

'Fuck, I got caught'

"Do you see something you like Mr. Park? Or should I say Jimin?" He asked me with an alluring tone.

"N-no. I just had something on my mind that's all."

(Yoongi's Pov)

'He thinks I can't tell....cute'

Jimin is a student of mine, a student I very much enjoy. Yes, I may pick on him in class, but seeing him get flustered after is arousing. I get hard sometimes just by the way he bites those plump lips of his. God that hair. It looks so soft, and I wouldn't mind pulling on it while I hit it from behind.

'A simple session wouldn't hurt, would it? But I'm his teacher, I would get in trouble if caught.’

*watches Jimin bite his lip out of anticipation*

'Fuck it, I'm catching that case.'

(Narrators Pov)

Yoongi stands up abruptly from his chair, making Jimin flinch slightly in fear. Jimin could see Yoongi’s eyes grow dark with lust, and felt his cock slowly become hard. Yoongi made his way to Jimin’s desk. Jimin faced downwards, unable to look Yoongi in the eyes without the erection in his jeans getting harder.

Yoongi shot out his right hand, cupping Jimin’s chin, and jerking his head up to meet his eyes. Jimin’s large innocent eyes, staring back in to his, made his own cock hard.

“Go lock the door.” Yoongi’s deep voice vibrated throughout the classroom, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine, directly to his cock. With the quickness, he shot up out of his seat, and headed towards the door.

‘Click’

As soon as the door was locked Jimin felt Yoongi’s presence behind him. He could feel Yoongi’s erection on his ass, and it excited him.

Yoongi lowered his head right beside Jimin’s ear and spoke huskily, “ You’re gonna obey every single command I give you. Got it?”

“Y-Yes.” Jimin replied shakily.

Yoongi snaked his hand around Jimin’s waist and roughly palmed his erection, “Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy~”, Jimin groaned, his head automatically rolling back onto Yoongi’s left shoulder.

He smirked, “Good boy. Turn around, on your knees, now.”

Jimin turned around, and quickly dropped to his knees. Now face to face with Yoongi’s erection. He looked up into Yoongi’s face, as if to ask permission to unbuckle his pants. Yoongi nodded his head, and Jimin immediately started to undo Yoongi’s belt. He successfully pulled down his pants, and was met with a mouth watering sight. Yoongi’s cock was large and hard. The tip was bright red, precum deliciously leaking from it. Jimin licked his lips in anticipation, he wanted to taste him.

“Fucking hell. Suck me off al- ooh fuck~” Before he could finish his sentence, Jimin’s tongue was already pressed against his tip, kitten licking.

“Don’t fucking tease.” Yoongi warned. His hand shot down towards Jimin’s head, gripping his fiery red hair, when Jimin took him completely in his mouth. Yoongi’s groans filled the spacious classroom, and Jimin bobbed his head to and from. Relaxing his throat, Jimin swallowed around Yoongi’s cock, earning a loud gutteral sound from Yoongi. Jimin breathed carefully through his nose, his face now red and doused in tears. Once again he swallowed around Yoongi’s cock.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled out, “I’m gonna fuck your face, and you’re going to take it, okay?” Jimin nodded and opened wide. Yoongi shoved himself into Jimin’s mouth once again, causing Jimin to gag slightly.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Yoongi groaned, causing Jimin to moan in return, sending vibrations throughout Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi then started fucking into Jimin’s mouth at a fast pace. Jimin held onto Yoongi’s thighs as he started thrusting at a fast pace. Jimin soon started to feel his own precum seep through his boxers as he looked up at Yoongi. Yoongi using him to get himself off turned him on. His mint green hair stuck to his sweaty forehead with his head thrown back, and his sharp jaw slacked open, as moans flowed from his mouth. He looked like a God, and Jimin wanted to please his God. So Jimin tighten his lips and sucked hard.

“FUCK! Fuck! Fuck~” Yoongi’s hips stilled as white hot ropes of cum coated Jimin’s throat. “Swallow it.” Yoongi commanded, and of course Jimin obeyed. He smirked when Jimin stuck his tongue out showing his obedience proudly.

“Get up.” Yoongi ordered. As Jimin stood to his feet, Yoongi gripped him by the collar of his shirt and their lips crashed together. Jimin moaned into the kiss as he felt Yoongi strip him of his clothes as their tongues fought for dominance simultaneously. Jimin disconnected their lips and began to suck bruises into the side of Yoongi’s neck, moans now loudly projected in his ear. Yoongi pulled Jimin off him, staring at him for a while, before dragging him towards his desk and sliding everything to the floor.

He layed Jimin on his stomache, “Do you remember the punishment Daddy promised you baby?”, Yoongi questioned into Jimin’s ear licking his earlobe, positioning his length at Jimin’s opening.

“Ye- Ohhhh fuck DADDY!” Yoongi roughly entered Jimin without warning. He tightly gripped his hips, fingerprints sure to leave marks behind, and began to thrust roughly into Jimin.

Snaking one hand around Jimin’s throat and squeezing the sides, Yoongi began to speak in time with his thrusts. “This *thrust* is *thrust* what *thrust* happens *thrust* when *thrust* you *thrust* disobey *thrust* Daddy *thrust*.” Yoongi’s unrelenting speed had Jimin screaming at the top of his lungs.

“I’m sorry Daddy, so fuc-...goo-..aah~” Jimin moaned out his apology, any words after it completely incoherent. He felt the knot in his lower stomache began to unwind.

“Fuck aah...Daddy I-I’m gonna cum~” Jimin warned Yoongi. Yoongi quickly removed his right hand from Jimin’s neck and brought it down towards his cock, gripping Jimin’s neglected length, and stroking it furiously to match his thrusts.

Jimin’s moans rose in pitch, “Cum for Daddy baby boy.”, Yoongi groaned into Jimin’s ear. With that the knot in Jimin’s stomache snapped.

“AHHH FUCK YOONGI! Daddyy~” Jimin screamed loudly cumming all over Yoongi’s hand and desk.

Jimin simultaneously clenched his ass, causing Yoongi to go over the edge too. “J-JIMIN! Aaah~” Yoongi hotly moaned, filling Jimin up with his seed. They stayed in the same position for a while to catch their breathes.

Yoongi then pulled out of Jimin, watching closely as his seed slowly seeped out of Jimin’s ass, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”, causing Jimin to blush hotly. They slowly began to get dressed, and the intense block of silence fell upon them as Yoongi picked up the mess he’d flung from his desk earlier.

Jimin couldn’t stand the silence, so he opened his mouth to speak, “So-”. Yoongi cuts him off with a quick peck to the lips, grabbing Jimin’s hand, “You, me, Saturday at the cafe ‘round the corner at 6pm. Don’t be late.” With that he gathered the rest of his things and left. Jimin stood there dumbfounded, clenching the hand Yoongi had grabbed, he noticed a piece of paper.

‘Call/text me. XXX-XXX-XXXX

~Love M.Y.’

#bts jimin #bts #bts suga #member x member #smut #bts smut #Send requests pls im bored #requested

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themightymewmew · 6 years

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This is my first attempt at writing and I really hope you guys can at least read it. I wanna dedicate it to my biatch who basically got me into the game and helped me @lckicdinscn ❤

Warnings: harassment and cussing I guess

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"Fuck!" You cussed at yourself for hitting your toe on the door and started jumping up and down while looking for your missing shoe. Where is it? It has to be somewh- Ha! There you are! You found it under your bed which was probably laying there because your dog had slept with it.

After getting your shoe back you felt another presence in your room. You felt like you were being watched. Like two eyes were glued to you and watched every single one of your moves. You turned around only to be greeted by your black haired dog standing in front of it, watching you and waiting excitingly for you to pet him.

"Darky I swear, if you sleep on my shoe ever again I will-" you pointed your shoe at him but you weren't able to finish your sentence. Darky had managed to take you down and was already all over you giving you kisses while swinging his tail happily.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry I didn't mean that, yes yes I love you too, yes you're such a good boy yes" you petted your dog and got used to his sudden show of affection. After your dog was done with you he went downstairs looking for his next victim. You got up and shook the dust off of you and looked at the clock.

"Shit I'm gonna miss the bus!" You said and immediately put on your shoe, grabbed your bag and ran downstairs. You went to the kitchen and got yourself a nice red apple and sprinted outside to catch the school bus which you thankfully didn't miss.

You hopped on in, plugged in your earphones and took your sit next to a kid you kinda had seen around but couldn't remember his name. You both greeted each other..ish. I mean nodding your head is not rude right? Right.. You took your phone out to check on your best friend who was probably vomiting all over her house at that moment.

The ride to school was okay. Given that the destination was the same as every day, Hell, how great could it be?

As soon as the bus stopped you got off of it and started walking peacefully towards your school gate while minding your own business.

"Hey baby whatcha doing?" You heard a cocky voice shouting from a distance and you knew that it was addressing to you. So you simply turned around to answer.

"Oh you know the usual. Walking away from your bullshit" you blankly said and continued walking indifferent to the inside of your school where you headed for your locker. You opened it and placed some of your textbooks in it but when you closed it, a not-much-of-a-surpise was expecting you.

"I asked you something" the guy insisted and came closer.

"And what do you want, Jason? A medallion for creating a sentence?" You scoffed but immediately regretted it cause now the guy was standing way too close to you and you had to smell his breath. Perfect. Just what I need at 8 am in the morning.

"You're feisty aren't ya? I like it" He said right before grabbing your ass and squeezing it. So you smirked did the same. Only it was much more of a slap. And not a sexy one. Oh, and it was on the face.

"Oops, I'm so sorry. Wrong cheek I guess" you said innocently and felt Jason coming even closer to you. How is his even possible?

"Listen here you stupid bitch. You think you can just walk around, do those things and talk to me like that? Oh you're gonna pay for this" Jason said and just when you were about to answer him, with your eyebrow raised, some guy decided to join you.

"Oh how is she gonna do that?" A voice was heard and both of you and Jason turned to face a boy who had just dramaticly gasped.

"Are you going to show her your...dick?! Oh my god that's such a punishment I must admit it she's going to vomit all over or even die laughing, you're such a geni-" but he couldn't finish his sentence cause Jason had already grabbed him by the shirt and out him in a corner.

"What do you want, Parker?" Jason hissed.

"Hey hey hey listen man. I'm just saying, stop trying to show off your dick, it doesn't get bigger each time you take it out" Parker said and Jason was ready to introduce him to his fist but instead he met the ground.

"Ah damnit if only I hadn't kicked you in the nuts. It would have been such a great meeting!" You frowned but felt someone grabbing your ear and then releasing it.

"Ow! Who the f-"

"Ahem!"

"M-miss Pierce h-hi.." You widened your eyes and lowered your head in the presence of your teacher standing right in front of you.

Fuck

"Principal's office. Now."

"But he started it!" You protested.

"I don't care who started it. You made a kid get on the ground, Y/N. As I said. Now" your teacher said and all three of you headed to the headmaster's office.

Fifteen minutes later and the principal came in.

"Now what do we have here? Jason Newman, great to see you, again. Y/N?" Your principal asked confused. "And Peter why on earth are you here? No, you know what, nevermind. I want to know what happened. Let's start with Jason. What do you have to say?" Your principal adjusted to his chair and placed his crossed fingers on his office.

"Mister Brown, Y/N slapped me!" Jason almost shouted like a little spoiled kid.

"You were asking for it!" You raised your eyebrows and pointed your finger at him.

"Y/N, tone it down. Let him speak" your principal tried to calm you down.

"Not when he's saying half the truth.." Peter mumbled and crossed his arms.

"What was that, Parker?" Mister Brown turned his head to face Peter.

"Y/N, was just defending herself. He basically grabbed her bottom and talked to her like she was nothing" Peter claimed and you noticed he was sitting clearly in a different position. His hands were not crossed anymore and he moved them around while explaining.

"I see. Y/N?" Your principal turned to you waiting for your answer.

"Are you really going to believe them, Sir?" Jason protested. That pile of shit.

"Why shouldn't I?" The principal narrowed his eyes at Jason not sure if he should expect a mature answer or a cheap excuse.

"Cause she's lying obviously!" Jason threw his hands in the air like what he said was just so self-explanatory.

"Oh, don't you dare speak, Newman! You know damn well what you said and did! You hit on me every single day, making me and countless other girls feel like objects and the one time that I actually do something about it, you come in here playing the victim because your cheek got a little red. Grow up and learn some fucking manners, will ya?" You found yourself standing in front of Jason and confronting him with your eyes widened and your fist tightened.

The principal was shocked by your reaction and so was everybody else in the room, even you.

"I was going to let this incident slide and just give Jason detention, but after this sudden show of tantrum, I'm afraid I will have to call your father" Mister Brown said while grabbing the acoustic of the telephone.

"But-"

"Not a word, Miss Stark. Now if you don't mind stepping outside for a few minutes. I'll have to make a call." And just like that you were outside the principals office waiting for your doom.

Wait a minute.. Miss Stark? And suddenly, Peter's eyes widened.

Part 2 here

#marvel #marvem fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel fanfic #peter parker #tony stark #y/n #imagine #marvel imagine #im trying to put as many hashtags as i can

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breitzbachbea · 3 years

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4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like), 6. What character do you have the most fun writing? 10. How would you describe your writing process? 16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?) -> I'm beging nosy and asking FOUR questions 👀😂

Oh Amber, PLEASE be nosy. I love answering questions about my writing or characters, even though I take 5000 years to answer.

Fun meta asks for writers

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Okay, I thought about this for a while and I think I have a few more I could also share (and I'd probably have a sizeable amount of scenes or sentences if I reread ALL I wrote). But this scene was the thing that came to mind first and stuck the most.

From Italian Affairs, Chapter 9 "Drained Chances", Scene 3:

“I know I have to make up for what a jerk I’ve been”, he said. “But I still wish I could just forget.” He looked back into the room and spotted the wine bottle on a sideboard. “Charlie, you’ve got to face this”, Harry said and Michele sighed: “Okay we’ve got to think sober about this situation. Well, you do, Charlie.” “Damn right”, he muttered before walking over to the sideboard, almost falling over when he came to a hold with his hands on its upper side: "I have to correct my mistakes tomorrow!" “That’s the spirit!”, Harry said and Michele smiled. “You most certainly have the right ideas even now, Charlie.” “I have fucked up but I am a grown man and like that I will take responsibility for my actions!” He had grabbed the bottle even before the other two could yell “No!” and they only watched in horror as he emptied it. Charlie held down a burp, put the bottle back on the table and smile confident: "I have to talk to him again and explain myself." “And there it goes down the drain, the last piece of his common sense”, Harry hissed. “Thanks for lending me your ear, guys”, Charlie said and took a wobbly step away from the sideboard. “I am going back to my room now, enjoy your night.” He walked towards the door: “Or maybe I could try to talk to Marco again – no, that’s a stupid idea.” “You just drank half a bottle of wine in one go, mate, you are not going anywhere”, Harry said and Michele sighed but Charlie waved his hand while he staggered towards the door. “Don’t let me cockblock you, Happy fucking.” And with that he tripped and fell to his knees. He frowned at the floor while Michele got up to help him. “You know, Michele”, Charlie said while the Sicilian pulled him on his legs. “On second thought it might have been six beer.”

'Don't let me cockblock you, happy fucking', followed immediately by Charlie tripping and nearly falling on his face is deadass THE funniest thing I have ever written. I love how hilarious the entire situation is, solely because Charlie is an impulsive son of a bitch who keeps making bad decisions. Whenever he seems on track, he just cannot shut his mouth, he just cannot control a whim for a moment too long and it bites him in the ass the very next second. I love him so much. Furthermore, the scene itself is a perfect blend of wit and slapstick. I've outdone myself here.

Also, fuck you, ao3 says I have 382 170 words uploaded right now and that is still far from all I've ever written. So you're getting another scene.

From Smudged Makeup & Cleaning Up:

“I hate myself,” she said in French. “I hate myself and I hate him, I hate both of them so much,” she sobbed as her breath hitched and tears began to run down her face again. “Don’t cry again, shhht, don’t do that,” Hugo whispered and began to rock from side to side. “It’s okay, it’s nothing to cry about.” “I wouldn’t have to see it if I had just opened my stupid mouth and had told him how I felt, if I had just told him these stupid three words I now wouldn’t have to see this.” Her voice was something between a whisper and a hiss.

There are at least two more little paragraphs I could have shared from that one-shot, so I decided to go with the most emotional part. I reread it last night and I still think it is a pretty damn good piece of writing. It's funny, interesting and it shows all of the characters (Timothea, Hugo, Arielle) and their relationships to one another marvellously. I'd sincerely reccommend it to everyone, although the (not as good for sure) A French Trio Of Bad Decisions may be required reading to understand who Arielle is talking about in the above excerpt. (Amber, since you already read that one though, you can just go and enjoy Smudged Makeup & Cleaning Up as your first taste of Thea before you delve into The Amulet for more <3)

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

That's a good question! I was going to go through Irish Problems and Italian Affairs again, tallying up who has how many POV Scenes, but gave up rather quickly; it's just very hard to determine with all the headhopping that happens in the beginning. Last time I checked it was Harry. The following list is by no means exhaustive and talks mainly about the characters as POV characters. I very much enjoy writing all of my children, whether they're the POV character or not in any given scene.

Charlie is definitely one of them, I feel very at home in his head and he's so much fun to write. His catastrophizing, his intense but jumpy emotions, his impulsivity and kindness, his dialogue and thoughts ... He is so much fun. I'd have to lie to say this gay adhd mess doesn't hold a special place in my heart.

Francesco is another good one, solely because I love being in his head. It's a nightmare in there at times, but that's what makes it fun. Let the sadism fight the catholic guilt, the lust for pleasure at all cost the need for kindness. He's a very vibrant character with an undeniable presence in each scene he is in and it's always fun to write interesting characters.

Lovino's also always a blast. His ranting, his annoyance, his fidgeting (oh, god, if someone asks me for a favourite scene again, I am sharing the one where he shuffled around too much during a car ride and ended up folded like a lawn chair in the footwell). The tumultous inside of his head, his doubts, his fears. I have nothing but love for him and I already miss him, despite not technically having finished Italian Affairs. The rewrite is still ahead of me and I am going to savour every single moment I get to write my favourite South Italian.

Last but not least a shoutout to Hugo. I think he is very interesting as well, with the masks he wears and the intensity that lies beneath them. He's both a sweet young man AND a fuckboy AND a little bitch. The only problem with Hugo is that I'm never 100% sure in his characterisation and have to consult Jonah, his creator, in those cases.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Messy as shit for being this organized - or Surprisingly organized for being messy as shit. I've developed this process over the past eight years and I'll probably keep tweaking screws as time goes on.

This is my process for my big, multi-chapter, novellength main series entries. Anything else usually gets done in a similiar fashion, just with some of the steps lacking. (I didn't vomitdraft for rarepairweek, for example, nor did I do the proofreading on paper because deadline.)

1. I make an outline. I used to call this "Scene Plan", because it is just that - a list of each scene, with a very short description that makes no sense to anyone but me. Seriously, YOU tell me what is going on here:

2. I collect all snippets that come to mind for a series in a document; if I already have an outline, I copy whatever scene they would belong to as a header. Those things happen all the time, it isn't a conscious effort.

3. I take those snippets, paste them into Quollwriter and then vomitdraft for a few days. Each day around 500 words, as fast as possible. Whatever comes to mind goes onto the page, rarely backtracking. It's not about it being presentable, it's about having something written that serves as skeleton for the scene. I research jack shit at this point and directly type (Look this shit up) into the text.

4. Once a scene/chapter is done, I copy it into word and read through it to take notes in a little notebook. I write down what to research, what I like in the draft, what I dislike and what I still ponder. I try to draw the first connections to give the chapter a coherent feeling. (Chapters for the main series consist of three scenes, so I take notes for a scene and edit it before I repeat the process for the next - I don't take comments for three scenes in a row.)

5. I begin to edit the scene with a goal of 200 words a day. I usually exceed it; during a very bad day I fall a little short of it. I try to write every day or every two days, unless something else requires my focus more (like a term paper). Oftentimes I start a writing session with tweaking what I did the day before, before I continue. I usually also do the research as it is called for at this stage - The Amulet was the only time I did research before I even begun to write. My usual timer is 30 Minutes, but I tend to write for a little longer if I am in the flow. Or I sit there for 4 hours to finish a scene because I am THAT much in the flow and I want the GODFORSAKEN THING DONE.

6. Once I finished editing the chapter or one-shot, I print it out and go through it with a red gel pen. I correct typos, formatting errors or formatting choices I don't agree with. I rewrite sentences that I think read clumsily and cross out words that repeat too much. I sometimes add things to moments that are lacking or I cross out sentences that now feel unnecessary. Once finished, I apply the corrections to my document.

7. If I have a beta-reader (like the lovely @swabianmapley for Herz Auf Beat), this is the point at which I send them the document and wait for their feedback & corrections.

8. I post the thing onto the black void that is The Internet, lie to myself that I don't care about feedback & yet still keep checking ao3 for new hits/kudos/bookmarks/comments and begin the same process for my next project a few days later.

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

Hmm. I don't know if it counts, but in the coffee one-shots for rarepairweek I tried to make peace with the 'holes' I left. To not explain everything, but let the reader draw their own conclusion. Aside from that ... Been trying to put more emotion into my writing. I felt so unsatisfied with the big Charco kiss at the end of Italian Affairs that I'm now making an effort into describing emotions and sensations more, especially internally and not simply physically.

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