#i saw this the other day but didn’t have a chance to answer till just now

[spectacular-supernova]

I know it doesn’t help with voice-based anxieties, but for what it’s worth I’m always happy seeing you on my dash cause you’re funny and make/reblog good posts

It did help a lot actually… thank you so much for reaching out ❤️

[pedgito]

just saw an asks where you are talking about mean eddie mocking you and it did something to me lmao. could you elaborate on that with a little blurb. maybe ur riding eddie and it just feels so good that your legs give up on u and he is being mean and sarcastic about it till he takes the lead

author’s note: i couldn’t remember what i said about that so just enjoy really playful/mean eddie, this would’ve been longer but i’ve been struggling a bit lately, still i hope you enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni) mean!eddie & mean!reader (but it’s all playful, slight dom!eddie (if you squint), protected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 1.8k

Eddie was an antagonizer in its purest form, never malicious but always with an endgame in mind. It would start as subtle teasing, off-handed comments that would have you retorting back in such a manner that Eddie couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d get you back for it later.

He’d crowd behind you at your locker, hand clasped over yours where it’s gripping the metal and whisper against your ear, “Keep wearing stuff like that and I’m not gonna be able to handle myself.”

You could wear anything and Eddie would have the same response, but that was beside the point. His free hand slips into the open hole of your ripped jeans against your upper thigh and squeezes, forcing a surprised laugh out of you, muffling it with your hand as you ducked your head into your locker, elbowing him gently with your other arm.

It was an everyday occurrence now and you’ve learned the only way to shut him up is to react, even if you’d regret it later.

“What? So you can fuck me in the bathroom again?” You tease lightly, “A whole three minutes? I know you can do better.”

Eddie shrugs, “Can you blame me?”

His attraction toward you was never-ending and intense, something you’ve never experienced before him. Eddie was the kind of suffocating love you always wanted, soaking up every moment of it.

“Part of me thinks you like the idea of getting caught,” You smirk half heartedly, “kinda fucked up if you ask me.”

“You’re one to talk.” Eddie replies, ignoring your obvious jab.

You laugh softly, leaning forward until your lips are barely touching, eyes glaring into Eddie’s, “Is that what you want?”

Eddie makes a small noise of confusion, still playing into your act.

“You wanna fuck me, right here?” Eddie wouldn’t dare, he’s not that asinine, but he enjoys the back and forth, the deep fire in your eyes as you speak to him. Your hand tugs at the hem of his shirt, hand resting just above the belt of his jeans, twisting the shirt in your hands slightly before pulling him toward you abruptly, pressing a bruising kiss against his lips.

“Too bad,” You answer for him, “I need to focus on this English test,” Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes—you were perfectly fine, up to aces with all of your work and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you wouldn’t pass, “and Principal Higgins is watching us—so you should probably get to class.”

Eddie chances a glance to his left, realizing just how right you were. He looks back quickly, familiar smirk on your face as you pull away, reaching behind you to close your locker.

“Stay out of trouble?” You ask, tone soft and warm toward him.

“No promises,” He replies wearily, scratching at the side of his jaw, mindful of the eyes still watching you both, “everyone’s out to get me, remember?”

“You’ll stay out of trouble,” You assure him again, eyeing him briefly, eyes dragging from head to toe, “right?”

And he can see it in the look you give him, the salacious grin on your face. There would be consequences—or metaphorical consequences, not that he didn’t have a way to counter them, but he nods.

“Mhmm,” He agrees, nodding slightly. “Promise.”

But, promises didn’t always hold up and we’re bound to break at some point.

And it’s no surprise when you find Eddie in after school detention with an even more shameful look on his face than earlier in the day, dragging his feet up to you in a leisurely manner as he wraps his arms over your shoulder, slung around you loosely.

“You never listen to me,” You complain with amusement, letting him press a light kiss into your hair, the smirk evident in his face even if you couldn’t see him. “Do you?”

Eddie thinks for a moment, briefly, “No.”

So, by later that night, it’s almost a constant back and forth, neither of you daring to break until Eddie gets his hands around your thighs, pulling you tight against him, burying himself even deeper.

“What was that?” He asks, a patronizing lilt in his voice, breath coming out in pants. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I can’t—“ You breath out, shoving his hands away weakly, “no more, Eddie, please.”

He’d already managed to make you come twice, quickly working his way into a third, his hips moving gingerly as he listened to you, though he was obviously enjoying your torture, his eyes lighting up at the feeling of your muscles twitching involuntarily under his touch, too weak to even raise yourself up onto your knees.

“Fuck—you really got a fuckin’ mouth on you when you like to think you’re in charge,” Eddie laughs slightly, “baby, that’s never the case.”

And even if that was true, you don’t really mind.

“Eddie,” You plead, hands shoved against his chest in an effort to push away slightly, “come on.”

“Do you really wanna stop?” Eddie teases, fingers slipping into the dip where your hips meet your pelvis and rocking your hips slowly, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as your mouth drops open, a broken gasp leaving your lips.

Your eyes are barely open, riddled with exhaustion and hanging on by a thread.

“Didn’t think so.” He comments off handedly, “Look at me.”

You shake your head petulantly, lids falling shut as you breathe deeply, savoring the deep penetrating feeling of Eddie inside of you, hitting the spot that made your entire body ache, skin feeling white hot.

Eddie slaps your thigh lightly, a gentle warning.

“Hey,” Eddie chides, “you can handle it, right?”

It’s the same tone you used on him early, only countered toward you. He knew exactly how to get under your skin.

“Shut up.” You pout, blunt nails digging into his chest.

Eddie grunts softly, tutting his tongue against his teeth.

“S’not as sweet when you’re on the receiving end, is it?”

Eddie drives his point even further with a sharp thrust of his hips, hands squeezing impossibly tight against your skin.

Your mouth falls open further, which Eddie mimics in a way that drives you mad, face contorting into a mix of frustration and yearning, begging him to give it up—whatever act he was playing or devious plan he had in the back of his mind.

But, Eddie was stubborn.

“I know you wanna say it,” Eddie tells you, “Say it—say my name, sweetheart.”

You sigh heavily, head tipping back, “Fuck—Eddie,” Eddie makes a quiet noise of approval, “Eddie—“

“See how perfect you sound when all you can think about is me,” Eddie seethes, grunting as the rate of thrusts grew faster, forcing you to fall forward, hands digging into the soft fabric of the pillow, “so drunk on my dick you can’t think of anything else.”

“I’ve got plenty of thoughts in my head.” You retort.

Eddie huffs a laugh, daring you to challenge him.

His hands grip your own, clasped between his warm palms, his hips suddenly unmoving.

“Do it yourself then,” He instructs, “yeah?”

But, your body was entirely too weak, hips aching from the stretch and muscles screaming protest—you just wanted to rest, have Eddie wrap his body around you and lull you to sleep, but instead you were here, reaping the consequences of getting under Eddie’s skin all day.

Your movements are slow, without any real rhythm, just a desperate grind of your hips, seeking the friction.

And it’s frustrating, face again furrowing in annoyance as you rocked your hips jerkily, eventually giving up, slight frown on your face.

“Say you’re sorry,” Eddie says, “for teasing me, making fun of me—“

“God, you’re unbelievable—“

Eddie makes a pointed face, eyebrow quirking in amusement.

The smug bastard. He didn’t care for an apology, he just wanted the satisfaction of seeing your crumble under his will.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” You say in exasperation, “but Eddie, I can’t—I really can’t take anymore—“

Eddie nods, pulling you down toward his chest and flipping you in one slow, fluid motion, bodies never disconnecting.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” He smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hurried kiss, hips moving quickly against you, his fingers finding your clit almost instantly and it’s all too overwhelming, body pliant to his touch but aching for release, “you still with me?”

You nod slightly, forcing your head deeper against the pillow, eyes shut in exhaustion as Eddie pressed himself against you, mouthing at random parts of your skin, delicate touches to remind you he was still there, his hand still an igniting pressure against your cunt, fingers working quickly over your swollen clit.

“Hey, eyes,” He nudges softly, squeezing at your thigh, “look at me, babe.”

You peek at him slightly, laughing at his righteous grin.

“Just one more,” He promises, his early words seeping back into your thoughts, “that’s it.”

And when it hits you, you don’t even have the energy to make a sound, mouth falling open as you grip at Eddie’s shoulder, bound to leave bruises from the tightness of it. He makes sure to carry you through until it’s all over, snapping his hips a few more times until it’s over for himself, having held out for longer than he’s used to—it’s guttural, the groan that escapes him, hands fisting in to the pillow beside your head to avoid squeezing you too hard.

“So, about those three minutes—“ You start lightly, attempting to wean Eddie back into consciousness.

“Had to prove a point,” Eddie explains through staggered huffs, “how’d I do?”

“Do I really need to answer that?” You ask profoundly, hair matted to your face from the sweat, chests touching with every breath you took.

“Just checking,” He chuckles, pressing a messy, closed mouth kiss over the tip of your nose, “gotta piss me off more often, sweetheart—this is pretty fun.”

“Fuck you.” You reply playfully, kicking him off weakly until he’s falling to his back on the mattress, “I can’t even feel my legs.”

Eddie disposes of the condom discreetly while you slowly slip your underwear back on, crawling back up the bed lazilyy until he’s flat on his stomach, hands reaching for the tender flesh of your thigh.

“Let me take care of you then,” Eddie smiles slightly, those his words are laced with dangerous undertone—it’s all teasing, but it earns a familiar look of warning his way, “I meant like, a massage or something. You know, not everything I say is dirty minded—“

You offer a pointed glance his way, seeing right through his bullshit.

“Okay, most of it is—but come on, let me.”

You sigh quietly, nodding in response.

His touches are just as gentle, if not more.

It’s a reminder of how well Eddie balanced all of it, the hard intensity of his exterior alongside the delicate personality woven on the inside—it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before, but it was everything you needed.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

[eimids]

Game day shenanigans

Lionesses x reader

Part 3 of the mini series about lionesses

(Let’s just imagine that Leah is playing again)

warnings: Vomiting, blood, angry Lucy

The game had went relatively well till the half time. It was aggressive and the Italians were really throwing some tackles in. It was all good though because you were on the lead. You’d already scored 3 goals while they had only one. It was you, Lessi and McCabe who had scored.

The Italians were especially rough on you. Sliding tackles every time they could. Lucy did not appreciate that at all. You were skilled and got good chances but they were ruined by the opponent. Most of the tackles were on the thin line of legal and illegal. Still usually they were ruled as legal. It pained you to be so much on the ground with the opponents getting away with it.

During half time Lucy suggested that you should be subbed off because they were clearly targeting you. Like you had an X in your back.

“I’m not going to be subbed just because they tackle me. I can handle it Lucia!” You said a little annoyed. Just like she had not trusted your skills.

“I think y/n can handle it for now. If they keep getting more reckless with the tackles, you will be subbed off” Sarina said as the last decision.

You took a sip from your water bottle as you tried to calm yourself. You went to Lauren James to get away from people (Lucy) who annoyed you.

You chatted for a while before your skipper Leah gave you a pep talk before going to the second half. You walked back to the pitch through the tunnel and warmed up a bit. When the whistle was blown you quickly got the ball to you. Running with it as you got closer to the penalty box. When you got inside of it, you were quickly tackled. Someone sliding straight towards your legs which had you tumbling to the ground. Your head got collided with someones boot.

First thing you saw was blood on the hand. The next was Lucy coming running towards you and the two opponents who caused this. She was yelling at them. Next came Leah with the big hand chestures. They had some pushing and pulling before the referee intervened. Giving a yellow card to the woman who tackled you.

“Fuck off” You heard Lucy yell.

Lucy still wasn’t happy about it and kept mouthing the referee and opponents which got her a yellow card. Leah kept talking to the referee, more calmly than the older woman.

You on the other hand had been surrounded by your teammates. They were motioning for a medic to get over to check you out. You felt dizzy and Georgia was hovering over you to shee if you were okay. You didn’t really know what happened, all you knew is that you were bleeding and in pain.

You could walk off the pitch by yourself which led to the crowd to applause for you. When you got to the medical room you could feel something turning in your stomach and quickly your that days food was on the bin next to you. You knew after vomiting that it was a concussion. The medical staff gave you some pain meds and sent a message to Sarina that you wouldn’t be able to continue.

The medical staff started to clean the cut on your forehead and then stitched it up.

“It’s going to leave you a little scar but nothing major. But you do have a pretty bad concussion which means that someone is going to have to look after you for couple of days. We’ll give the person some advice when you know who’s looking after you” The woman said to you after stitching you up and examining you.

After that you were allowed to leave the medical room to the changing room to get some more clothes off so you could watch the rest of the game.

To your surprise, Lucy was sitting in the changing room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked her confused.

“That stupid referee gave me a red card” She said sounding angry. You just started at her angrily.

“Lucia what did you do” You asked sternly.

“Well the woman who tackled you kept laughing about it so I just showed her hoe to tackle properly” She answered casually with a smirk on her face.

“Well I believe if you got carded it wasn’t exactly a legal tackle?”

“I was clean but the referee has something against us” She answered rolling her eyes.

“God your so stupid” you said while sitting next to her.

“I wasn’t going to let them hurting you just slide. I had to do something” She said defensively.

“Yeah but getting a red card isn’t the way. You are like Katie McCard” You joked.

Later on you would see the video of Lucy tackling the girl. It was not clean tackel, you knew it and she knew it. But for that you invited yourself to her house so she (and Kiera) would have to look after you.

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[yelena-bellova]

Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Meet the Greyhounds

Plot: On the first day of season training, the Greyhounds welcome the newest member of AFC Richmond and Y/n gets a crash course in Ted Lasso’s unconventional coaching methods.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: language, use of f!reader (16+)

A/N: Here we are again, now with the Greyhounds entering the story…👀

As always, let me know if you’d like to be tagged, though I’m still only tagging 16+. Enjoy!!

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Contrary to the whirlwind of her hiring, Y/n’s first week at AFC Richmond was nothing but calm waters.

The first few days had been spent mostly in meetings with Higgins, learning the basic operations of parts of the club she’d be involved in. She bounced back to the KJPR offices every few days for a meeting with Keeley. Already, there was a rhythm developing to her days.

Y/n took the weekend to set up her office, driving over a few boxes of books, wall hangings and office supplies to Nelson Road Stadium. Season training started on Monday and Y/n knew it was her last chance to get settled before the work truly started.

On Sunday evening, she stayed late organizing her desk the way she liked. When she was finally done, taking a final satisfactory look at the space, she collected her coat and locked up for the night. She was on her way out when she noticed up the stairwell, there were still lights on.

Thinking only her and the night cleaning crew were still around, Y/n shuffled up the steps. The closer she got, the better she could make out the light was coming from Rebecca’s office. Not only that, she could hear mumbled curses.

Y/n rapped her knuckles twice against her boss’s door, poking her head in just enough to show who it was.

“Oh,” Rebecca breathed, sat behind her desk, “Come in.”

Y/n took a cautious step through the doorway, giving a little wave, “I saw the light and didn’t know who was still here.”

“Well, I shouldn’t be here,” Rebecca replied, trying to put on a smile for Y/n, “Not till tomorrow anyway.”

Nodding, Y/n shifted her coat in her arms.

“You’re here awfully late as well,” Rebecca changed the subject.

“Oh,” Y/n answered, “Finally took the time to unpack everything. Figured it was a good idea before tomorrow.”

“Good,” Rebecca replied.

It went without saying that there was something wrong. Rebecca had no reason to be there.

“Is everything…” Y/n shifted in her spot a little. She was skirting one of the professional lines she valued. “Alright?”

The moment the question hit the air, Rebecca’s facade cracked. The edges of her smile drooped ever so slightly and whatever faux cheeriness had been masking her eyes faded.

“Do you read many tabloids, Y/n?” Rebecca asked.

“Not actively, but,” Y/n answered, her eyes darting between the floor, the lamp, anywhere other than directly at Rebecca until absolutely necessary, “I see things.”

Rebecca knew, without asking, what headlines she was referring to.

“My ex-husband recently purchased West Ham United,” the woman began to explain, “He poached one of our coaches from last season and…” Rebecca shook her head from the ridiculousness of it all, “There was just a headline that…”

Y/n waited for her boss to find the words, knowing they probably wouldn’t come. Nor did they need to.

Rebecca inhaled, “I suppose I shouldn’t let it get to me but…”

“Hey,” Y/n held up a hand, “There’s no judgement here.”

Rebecca gave a genuine smile, thankful for the understanding. “Well, we both need to get home and get some rest,” she said as she rose from her desk.

“We do,” Y/n was thankful the subject was shifting from personal matters, “Goodnight, Ms. Welton.”

“Oh, please don’t tell me you’re going to call me that the entire season,” Rebecca sighed, half-laughing at the formality, “Rebecca.”

It shouldn’t have mattered, but Y/n felt most comfortable with her barriers in place. However, going up against Rebecca was a fight she knew she’d lose.

“Alright,” Y/n conceded, the only time she planned on doing so, “Goodnight, Rebecca.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Rebecca said in return.

That night, once she returned home and settled in bed with a cup of tea, Y/n did research on the enemy. Rupert Mannion, Rebecca’s ex-husband, had indeed purchased West Ham United at the end of last season. He’d gone one step further and hired Richmond’s old coach, Nathan Shelley. There was much speculation as to why the former kitman had left and why he’d chosen specifically to work for Rebecca’s ex. Several tabloids had framed the upcoming season as a battleground not only for the Greyhounds and Hammers, but the ex-spouses as well.

Y/n shut her laptop and rubbed at her eyes. She could uphold all the professional boundaries she liked, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t become a part of a deeply personal fight.

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Come Monday morning, the parking lot at Nelson Road was packed.

Season training had begun.

Y/n had gotten in early, having stopped by Keeley’s office to pick some papers up, and had yet to cross paths with any of the Greyhounds or coaches. She wasn’t trying to avoid meeting them, but she also wasn’t actively seeking out the opportunity. There was safety in the isolation of her office with the only intruder being Higgins every once in a while.

It was around 10 when the first knock at the door came.

Y/n looked up from her desk to see Sam Obisanya standing in her doorway.

“Ms. Y/l/n?”

“Yes,” Y/n answered with a small smile.

“Ah,” Sam took one step inside the office, “I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself. Sam-“

“Obisanya,” Y/n finished for him, rising from her desk to come and shake his hand, “I may not be a football fanatic, but I know your work.”

Sam laughed humbly, Y/n didn’t think there was such a thing until then.

“You’re very kind,” Sam let go of her hand, “I heard you were hired over our break and I wanted to be one of the first to say ‘welcome.’”

“That’s very kind of you, Mr. Obisanya,” Y/n replied, feeling genuinely touched.

“Please,” he smiled, “Call me Sam.”

“Sam,” Y/n nodded, she was 0 for 2…

“Are you finding everything okay?” Sam asked.

Y/n glanced at the space around them, “Everything I need so far, yes.”

“Ah, good,” Sam grinned, “Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. It’s a lot to get used to.”

“Well, I’ll agree with you there,” Y/n chuckled, “But really, Sam, thank you. I genuinely look forward to getting to see you play this season.”

“Ah,” Sam’s hand briefly touched his chest, “Thank you. I hope you have a wonderful day.”

“You as well,” Y/n replied as the midfielder headed back through her office door. Her Youtube observations had been correct; Sam Obisanya was as genuine off the pitch as he was on it.

A few moments after settling back at her desk, a second knock came.

“Hola, Ms. Y/n!”

Dani Rojas.

“Hi,” Y/n greeted, a little surprised, “You must be Mr. Rojas.”

“Dani, please,” the player grinned, “I wanted to come and officially welcome you to Richmond.”

Y/n rose from her desk and crossed the room once again. “That’s very kind of you, D- oh!”

Dani had pulled her in for a hug and had practically lifted her off the ground. In any other case, Y/n would have slingshotted them both into the HR office, but she could tell his intentions were 100% pure.

“I hope you will be very happy working here with us,” Dani said, finally releasing Y/n from his arms, “It is like one big family.”

Y/n chuckled awkwardly, trying to hide her dismay at the thought from someone who was the human embodiment of joy.

“I’m sure I’ll be quite content,” she replied politely, “And I look forward to seeing you play, Dani.”

“Oh, thank you,” Dani said, his grin hadn’t dropped half an inch since he’d arrived, “I look forward to getting to work with you.”

“You too, Dani,” Y/n nodded, “I hope you have a great day.”

“You as well,” Dani wished cheerily before exiting Y/n’s office.

Y/n stayed in the middle of the room a moment longer, trying to process the interaction. She was half sure that within the next thirty seconds, another Greyhound would come through her door.

She wasn’t wrong.

Five minutes after Dani, Colin Hughes and team captain Isaac Mcadoo showed up. While their greetings were less personal than Sam’s and they let Y/n stay on the ground, unlike Dani, they took their time to welcome her. Two minutes after them, Thierry Zoreaux swung by. Just as he was leaving, Jan Maas took his place. In and out, the Richmond players seemed to form a never ending stream of well wishes.

As Will, the team’s kitman, was on his way out from his introduction, Y/n decided answers were worth seeking.

“Can I ask,” she tapped her pen against her desk, “How did you guys even know I was here?”

“Oh, Coach Lasso told us,” Will answered plainly, “He wanted us each to stop by and introduce ourselves. See if you needed anything, officially welcome you to Richmond.”

Y/n nodded, it all made sense now.

“Got it,” she politely smiled, “Well, thank you, Will. I definitely feel welcomed.

With a polite farewell, Will left Y/n on her own once more. She felt like locking the door just to ensure she could actually get some work done. She was pleased to know that the team she worked for wasn’t comprised of inconsiderate pricks, but their kindness had been more than overwhelming.

“Alright, Ted Lasso,” she mumbled to the empty room, “Message received.”

Itwas an hour later, after five more stop-bys by various Greyhounds, that Y/n escaped her office. She headed to the cafe to grab a tea before her morning meeting with Rebecca and Higgins. She made it in and out without any more ambushes, and headed on her way to Rebecca’s office.

Just as her eye caught on one of the placards on the hallway wall, a door swung open at Y/n’s side. She froze as the emerging body nearly bumped into hers.

“Whoa,” the culprit said as they too stopped in their tracks.

Y/n awkwardly laughed as she held her tea in the air, trying to prevent a mess.

“Sorry, that was on me,” the man apologized as the door swung back into place.

“No, no,” Y/n exhaled, “It’s on me for not paying attention.”

The man breathed out a laugh as Y/n brought her arm back into her side.

“And nothing’s on anyone so,” Y/n gestured to her tea, “Could’ve been worse.”

Finally looking up at the man in front of her, Y/n recognized him instantly.

“You’re Jamie Tartt.”

Jamie pursed his lips and pointed a finger at Y/n, “And you’re the new girl? Keeley’s new hire?”

Y/n didn’t love the sound of her position being explained so casually. “Miss Jones hired me to do some work for Richmond, yes. Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Ah,” Jamie nodded, attempting not to laugh at the formality, “Coach wanted us all to come by and introduce ourselves.”

“Well, you saved yourself a trip,” Y/n replied, somewhere between a polite and genuine smile.

Jamie chuckled, his hands awkwardly clasped in front of him. “Well, good to put a face to the name.”

Y/n nodded a little, “Same to you.”

“Right, well,” Jamie bent at the knees and flashed Y/n a smile, “See you ‘round, I guess.”

“See you around,” Y/n returned.

Without another word, Jamie and Y/n walked off down opposite ends of the hallway.

As she climbed the stairs up to Rebecca’s office, Y/n made a note that the Jamie Tartt she’d (quite literally) run into was, indeed, far different than the ill reputation he’d built for himself. He seemed perfectly pleasant, a little blunt, but polite nonetheless. It didn’t seem like the Greyhounds didn’t have any bad eggs.

Switching back to work mode, Y/n knocked on Rebecca’s semi-open door.

“Ah, come in, Y/n,” Rebecca quickly greeted.

Y/n walked in and saw that Higgins and Ted were already standing across from Rebecca’s desk.

“Hey, it’s the newest Greyhound,” Ted said cheerily.

“So sorry I’m late,” Y/n apologized, setting her purse and tea down on the coffee table. She was happy to bypass Ted’s greeting with nothing more than a polite smile.

“Oh, no it’s fine,” Rebecca waved her concern off before turning back to the matter at hand, “As I was saying, everyone alive has picked Richmond to finish in 20th place this season.”

Y/n came to stand between Higgins and Ted.

“Except for the The Daily Mirror,” Higgins interjected, “Which has us finishing ‘twentyelf.’ An adorable but devastating typo.”

Ted hummed, “Okay. Well, you know what? I predict all their predictions ain’t gonna come true. So it looks like we got ourselves a prediction Mexican standoff,” Ted turned to Y/n and Higgins, “Or as they call them in Mexico, a prediction standoff.”

Y/n wondered if the man had an off button.

“Well, the worst part is they’ve picked Rupert to finish in the top four,” Rebecca said with a heavy sigh.

“Rupert’s gonna play this year?” Ted asked in all seriousness.

“What?” Rebecca replied, “No.”

“You’re referring to West Ham United,” Y/n spoke up, trying to move the conversation along, “Correct?”

“Precisely,” Rebecca said, “Everyone thinks he’s better than us.”

“They,” Ted corrected his boss, “Everyone thinks they are better than us.”

Rebecca nodded a little too fast to be considered normal, “Yes, that’s what I said. They. So, what’s the plan? How are we going to beat him?”

Once again, Ted caught the error that Y/n knew was no error at all. “Them.”

“Exactly,” Rebecca replied.

“Oh, boy,” Ted said lowly.

“You know, this might be a good time for us to update our roster,” Higgins spoke up, “Put some more firepower in the team.”

Rebecca pointed towards Higgins, “That is an great idea, Leslie.”

“I agree,” Y/n threw in her support, thankful the conversation was moving back towards work, “Plenty of opportunity to make a big fuss over it, get people excited, pack the stands a little more.”

“Let’s put some feelers out, shall we?” Rebecca continued, glancing over to her manager, “Ted?”

“Well, I know Roy and Coach Beard are workin’ on some new tactics,” he answered, “And, you know, the fellas we already got are gelling real nice. I think we’re gonna do just fine this season.”

If Y/n could have measured the indignity on Rebecca’s face, she couldn’t have.

“Ted, this team doing ‘just fine’ is a far cry from you telling me we’re going to win the whole fucking thing.”

Y/n’s eyebrows raised just as Higgins exclaimed, “Whoa!”

“Did I really say that?” Ted asked, just as shocked.

“Yes, you did,” Rebecca’s voice raised an octave as she pointed towards her couch, “Over there after the Man City loss. Just before you blasted half a liter of Pellegrino in my face.”

The memory finally rang Ted’s bell, “Oh, right.”

“Wait, what happened?” Higgins confusedly asked.

Y/n nearly raised her pen to ask questions but decided against it.

“That,” Rebecca pointed towards Ted, “Is the Ted Lasso I want coaching my team this season. The one who’s willing to fight. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ted nodded, “You watch, from now on, I’ll be floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee. Except I won’t die immediately after using my stinger. I plan to float and sting for the entirety of the whole season.”

“Excellent,” Rebecca’s expression finally shifted and she looked to Y/n, “I apologize if we’ve thrown you into the deep end of our problems.”

Y/n held up a hand to signal there were no issues, but she was a little confused as to what the purpose of the meeting had been.

“I have a very important lunch meeting with one Miss Keeley Jones,” Rebecca continued as she collected her purse and came out from around her desk, “For some much needed girl talk.”

“Hey, tell her we said howdy and…” Ted wished before looking to Higgins.

“Yo,” Higgins added in a deep voice.

Rebecca looked to Y/n last.

“Tell her I’ll be in tomorrow,” Y/n added, still holding onto her binder.

“Okay,” Rebecca left out the door, off to the KJPR offices.

Y/n sighed as Ted and Higgins began to converse over the later’s out of character greeting.

“Hey, Y/n,” Ted tapped her on the arm, “You settling in alright?”

“Yes,” Y/n nodded, adjusting the waist of her skirt, “Very excited to get started.”

“Well, don’t be afraid to stop by if you need anything,” Ted smiled, missing the slight edge to Y/n’s words, “Or if you just wanna chat. Roy and Beard’d love to meet you.”

Y/n gave one more cordial nod before crossing the room to retrieve her belongings. “I’m sure we’ll cross paths at some point,” she replied, desperate to escape, “But I really do have a few things that need to get done. I’ll see you both later.”

With a trail of goodbyes from Ted and Higgins, Y/n vacated the office as quickly as she could without being too obvious. Not only did she feel it was a waste of a meeting to simply discuss the team’s standings, but no work had really been accomplished. She did, however, learn a great deal more about Rebecca’s mindset for the season than she’d set out to know.

When she returned to her office, Y/n shut the door and locked it. No more interruptions, no more distractions, she could do what she was here to do…her job. If the only way she could do that was by literally shutting Richmond out, so be it.

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Much later in the day, Y/n took her second scheduled leave back up to Rebecca’s office. There was a West Ham press conference being held and Rebecca had requested her presence for the viewing. Something about PR strategies, but Y/n suspected she was partially valued as another essential piece in the takedown of Rupert Mannion.

She arrived just as Higgins was coming to stand behind Rebecca’s desk with her.

“Has it started?” Y/n asked as she crossed the room.

“Just about to,” Rebecca breathed, steel in her voice already.

“Are you sure you want to watch this?” Higgins made a point of asking.

“No, I don’t want to, Leslie,” Rebecca replied, as she loaded the stream link, “But it’s part of my job. I need to be ready to comment if Rupert were to say something snide about me or the team.”

Y/n came to stand on the other side of Rebecca, “I agree. Preparation isn’t always fun, but necessary.”

Rebecca blindly gestured to Y/n as she clicked away on her screen, she only looked up to glance out her window. “Where are they, by the way? Shouldn’t they be training now?”

Y/n peeked out the glass, she hadn’t noticed that the team was completely absent from the pitch. Odd for the first proper day of training.

“Oh,” Y/n said, coming to stand a little closer as the laptop screen changed, “It’s loading.”

Rebecca scooted her chair closer as the feed went live and a West Ham United backdrop became visible. Striding in from off camera came Rupert Mannion, calm, collected and charming.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the press, welcome,” he announced, “Lovely to see you all, and thank you for selecting our humble little football club to do so well this season.”

As the press let out chuckles, Rebecca reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small pink box. Y/n watched as her boss pulled it open and angrily shoved a bite of a thick biscuit in her mouth.

“Twat,” Rebecca mumbled through a half-full mouth.

“The person you are here to see,” Rupert continued in a grandiose tone, “The Wonder Kid himself, our new manager, Nathan Shelley.”

Rebecca’s ex extended a hand towards his right and seconds later, Nathan and him exchanged places in the center of the room.

“Thank you,” Nathan smiled once he was seated, “Very nice to be here. I’m pretty sure I said ‘wunderkind.’”

Silence from the press.

“This is the same Nathan Shelley who was the kitman here,” Y/n said, half-asking, “Became assistant coach and then stole over to West Ham?”

“Yes,” Higgins answered as Rebecca was chewing, “Rather a hasty and heated exit.”

Y/n hummed in reply, nothing about the man struck her as particularly hasty or heated. The tabloids had painted a much different picture of the man. As Nathan stuttered over his answers, Y/n sensed nothing but a rather awkward humility.

She was proven terribly wrong over the next two minutes.

Nathan’s answers came quicker and were delivered with more confidence. At some point, they became biting. The sudden character shift felt like a reverse of Jamie Tartt’s, from the little Y/n had observed of both.

“Coach Shelley, regarding your old team, AFC Richmond,” one of the reporters began, “Any idea why everyone is expecting them to finish 20th this season?”

Y/n shifted in place as they awaited Nathan’s answer. Something about the smile that pulled at his cheeks just before he spoke unsettled her.

“Probably because there’s no 21st.”

If there was tension in the room before, it had just intensified tenfold.

“Meow,” Higgins commented.

Y/n turned to her co-worker, “Hasty and heated, you said?”

Before they could hear the next question, the Twitter alert on Y/n’s phone sounded from her jacket pocket. She’d set up alerts for the club, each Greyhound and the coaches. Pulling out her phone, the keyword ‘AFC Richmond’ was the first one she saw.

Her eyes widened, “Oh, no.”

Higgins tugged out his phone half a second later.

“What is it?” Rebecca asked.

Y/n and Higgins looked to one another, Higgins braving it and showing Rebecca his phone. Displayed on both their screens was a picture of the Greyhounds, led by Ted Lasso, climbing down a manhole into a sewer.

A PR nightmare.

Y/n distractedly looked up at Rebecca’s computer screen, still scrolling the tag. Someone had asked Nathan a question regarding the photo.

“Yeah, well, it makes sense,” Nathan answered, “They probably have to train in a sewer because their coach is so shitty.”

The press both gasped and laughed, each reporter’s eyes lighting up at the headline possibilities.

Rebecca slammed her laptop shut, fuming.

“Oh, boy,” Higgins broke the silence.

“Coach Lasso needs to address this,” Y/n spoke up, going into strategy mode, “Immediately. This is being turned into memes as we speak.”

Rebecca took a deep breath, pressing her hands together and to her lips in an effort to retain calm. “I will be speaking to him the second they are back,” she answered, before looking up to Y/n, “Come up with some potential response for the press conference.”

“Absolutely,” Y/n nodded, already out from behind Rebecca’s desk, “It’s best if the players don’t say anything either. Don’t give Coach Shelley any more ammunition.”

The day had officially turned and while Y/n had prayed for actual work to do, she hadn’t wanted it like this. Was this the gig? Digging Ted Lasso out of whatever absurd headlines his actions created? Combatting bitter ex-coaches?

Come 2:15, fifteen minutes before Ted’s press conference was scheduled to begin, Y/n gathered the notes she’d made and headed downstairs. She waited outside the press room until Ted came out of his office.

“Coach Lasso,” Y/n called, coming to walk alongside him, “The press are all ready for you but I think it’s important to address the matter of the picture trending on social media. The best strategy is not to stay on it too long, but don’t laugh it off. I wrote down a few responses that might be of use.”

By the time she’d finished, they were stood outside the press room once more.

“I appreciate it, Y/n,” Ted thanked her, “But I think I’m gonna Buffalo Wild this one.”

“You’re gonna-“ Y/n began to question the sentence before connecting her dots, biting down on her lip, “Wing it?”

“Exactly, Tom Clancy,” Ted smiled easily before heading in through the side door and leaving Y/n in the hallway.

With no one else around, Y/n took the opportunity to take a deep breath, throw her head back in frustration and scrunch up her face. Things were about to go from bad to worse.

After collecting herself, she rounded the corner of the hall and entered the press room through the back door. Rebecca was already waiting at the rear of the room.

“Did he take the suggestions?” Rebecca whispered as Ted began to speak.

Y/n inhaled deeply, “He did not.”

Side by side, the two women tried to contain their emotions and project confidence towards whatever was about to be said.

Though his ability lay in questionable standing, Y/n was surprised at how well Ted handled himself. The reporters and him had a rapport that Y/n shouldn’t have been shocked by. For all the comical flaws he possessed, Ted Lasso was likable. It wasn’t many coaches who would compliment a reporter on her new choice of hair color before she asked her question.

“Coach, how are you feeling about the unanimous opinion that Richmond will be relegated at the end of the season?”

“Yeah, that’s true, isn’t it?” Ted replied, “Expectations for us are as low as a rattlesnake’s belly button, huh?”

A few chuckles and smiles from the press.

“But, hey, we got 38 chances to prove all them folks wrong though, right?” Ted continued, “Yeah. And my hopes are as high as a giraffe’s top hat. Next question. And if it’s ‘why is a giraffe wearing a top hat?’ Don’t ask me, man. Go ask a giraffe.”

Y/n felt like she was regaining the ability to breathe as the midwestern wit was accepted. Ted chose his next interrogator, Marcus Adeybo, who was clearly known but in a new position judging by the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ of the press room.

“Do you have any response to comments made earlier today by your former assistant coach, Nathan Shelley?” Marcus asked.

Y/n tightened her hold on her notebook, Rebecca pursed her lips. They waited with bated breath as Ted thought over his next words with great care.

“Uh, yes, I do. Yeah,” Ted began, pausing with a small smile before continuing, “I thought it was hilarious.”

Through her peripherals, Y/n could see Rebecca was less than pleased. She was thrown herself, but decided to wait for Ted’s full answer before reacting in full.

“I mean, he came and got us, didn’t he? No doubt about that,” Ted laughed, “Hey, but that’s Nate the Great for you, you know? He’s the same way on the pitch. He’ll find the tiniest weakness in a team and just wanna attack that, you know? I mean, he’s a junkyard dog, man. And smart. They’re real lucky to have him over there at West Ham. I wish him the best of luck.”

For all her schooling and experience, Y/n found herself watching Ted in pleasant surprise as he pulled out a strategy she never would have thought of.

“I guess I am a little surprised that’s all he could come up with,” Ted kept going, shrugging slightly, “Especially against me. You know, not one joke about me being a dumb American? Come on, man. It’s sittin’ there. I mean, I’m so dumb…”

Ted’s grin hung open as he waited for a reply to a joke that clearly only served on one continent.

“Y’all are supposed to say ‘how dumb are you?’” Ted helped them out. One reporter raised their hand, “Gary?”

“Why?”

“I-I mean, it’s just classic joke structure,” Ted answered, “Give it a shot. I mean, I’m so dumb…” he nodded towards another reporter, “Lloyd?”

“How dumb are you?”

“Okay, well,” Ted raised his voice loud enough for the room to hear, “I’m so dumb, that the first time I heard y’all talkin’ about Yorkshire pudding, I thought it was a fancy word y’all had for dog poop.”

A few laughs came quietly.

“I mean, I’m so dumb,” Ted continued, waiting for the next line. A slightly confused chorus of questioning his intellect followed.

“Yeah, okay, well, whenever I text someone over here about money, I still spell pounds L-B-S.”

Y/n allowed herself to smile, realizing that there had been no point in giving Ted any suggestions. He was far better on his own.

“Look, man, I’m not a great coach,” Ted shrugged, “Probably ain’t. You know, I’ve been doing this sport now for three years, and I still get a chuckle every time someone talks about a handball violation.”

Shaking her head as it happened, Rebecca nudged Y/n with her elbow and held up her phone. There was a text from Keeley.

Way to let Ted be Ted!

Quickly, Y/n pulled out her own phone and opened up Twitter. Sure enough, there were tweets pouring in under Ted’s name, filled with nothing but praise and ‘LOLs.’

“Yeah, and not one crack about my appearance?” Ted continued, “About this mustache? I look like Ned Flanders is doing cosplay as Ned Flanders.”

Finally, the whole press room was laughing. Even Rebecca had found her smile once again, reserved as it may be for the unconventional approach.

“When I talk it sounds like Dr. Phil hasn’t gone through puberty yet.”

Y/n covered her mouth as she snorted.

“Yeah, I’m more corny than Kevin Costner’s outfield,” Ted waited for the joke to land, with no such reward, “Oh, I lost you on that one. Yeah. Field of Dreams? No?” Ted glanced to the back of the room and spotted Y/n who gave him a slight nod, signaling she understood it. “I guess y’all don’t really like baseball over here, so why would you like movies about it?”

Ted briefly bent down to check his phone, giving Y/n and Rebecca the chance to glance at one another. Rebecca sighed and Y/n shrugged with one hand, the wheels were entirely off and there was no point in trying to reattach them.

“Well, hey, how ‘bout this one?” Ted went on with a new strength, it seemed, “Regarding my panic attacks, I’ve had more psychotic episodes than Twin Peaks.”

The room filled with laughter again, including Ted’s.

“I mean, I’m so crazy…”

This time, both Rebecca and Y/n joined the reporters in asking just how crazy Ted Lasso was.

“There we go,” Ted said approvingly before continuing another round of self-depreciation.

As Y/n watched the room, and Twitter, sing Ted’s praises and reject Nathan Shelley, she made a mental note. No more notes on speaking to the press. Ted was aiming to kill with kindness, and she wasn’t planning to stand in his way.

Names and press conferences, the only things she planned to bend on.

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By the end of the day, Ted was trending heavily and by association, so were the Greyhounds. The manhole picture had been thoroughly memed and it would take a week or two for the image to get lost in the Twitter-verse. Regardless of how good Ted was with the press, Y/n suspected there’d be several more sewer-type messes to clean up.

The sun was just setting as Y/n headed out to the parking lot. A few stray players had stayed late and were trailing out, most of whom she’d already met.

As Y/n searched through her bag for her keys, she heard a familiar voice wishing a teammate a good night. Jamie Tartt.

Y/n glanced up as the striker walked towards the car parked two spaces apart from hers.

“So tell me,” she called across the lot, “Do you guys save the sewer visits for special occasions or am I going to have to get used to doing this kind of damage control daily?”

Jamie chuckled, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “Uh, yeah, that was a new one.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/n’s smile was barely perceptible.

“Coach was tryin’ to teach us a lesson,” Jamie explained, standing at the boot of his car, “See, everyone’s got us finishin’ dead last, but we’re supposed to let that shit flow,” Jamie made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “Like the canals in the sewers.”

Y/n’s tongue poked her cheek as she tried to understand the teaching moment.

“I know it sounds bizarre,” Jamie admitted, most of Ted’s methods sounded insane outside the Greyhound’s locker room, “But he had a point.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/n replied, before grabbing her keys, “Well, whether the shit was literal or metaphorical, you guys just made my job a hell of a lot more interesting.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to fuckin’ go down there,” Jamie’s voice jumped an octave.

The two shared a laugh before moving to unlock each of their cars.

“I’ll see ya,” Jamie said with a smile.

“See ya,” Y/n replied, sliding into the driver’s seat.

Once she shut the door, she let her head hit the headrest. The day had felt like one big preview of how the season would go, and if it continued that way, Y/n was in for much more than she’d bargained for…

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Heartfirst Taglist: @lalla-04p @optimisticsandwichgladiator @makingmunson94 @taytaylala12 @storysimp @sokkigarden @lightninginab0ttle @poohkie90 @alipap3 @verra-nerevarine @shineforever19 @spaceagechimera @burnafter-reading @qardasngan @cyberpvnk-enthusiast @sogoodtoheritsvicious @buckybarnex

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Eddie Munson

Gentle With Me by @swingsuckerswing (18+)

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Meet the Munson’s by @mypoisonedvine (18+)

Series Summary: wayne munson, eddie munson, the soon-to-be mrs. munson, and you, who wants no part of any of this. one big happy family, right?

Love Bites by @luveline (18+)

Summary: eddie munson is super weird. he holds your hand too tight, he has a fascination with your neck, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. good thing you’re super weird, too.

Cherry Game by @chainsawmunson (18+)

Summary: eddie teaches you how to roll a blunt… among other things.

The Freak Pirate and the Slut Princess by @mypoisonedvine (18+)

Summary: Halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be… maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. Maybe more than ‘just friends’. (aka, reader has a reputation, Eddie is a virgin, filth ensues)

The “Yes” Policy by @pinkrelish (18+) (ongoing)

Series Summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be.. but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.

This Is How It Starts by @chainsawmunson (18+)

Summary: you’re an aspiring writer who gets a chance to interview the frontman of corroded coffin. he’s not shy about taking an interest in you.

Dark Light by @chainsawmunson (18+)

Summary: corroded coffin’s in town, so you pay a visit to your favorite frontman.

Anon Request by @usedtobecooler (18+)

[virgin!Eddie whos best friends with the reader. It's the night before his 20th birthday and he admits to the reader he's embarrassed he's going to be a virgin in his twenties (🎶he's an adult virgin🎶) and she's like... maybe I could help with that?]

Only Lonely by @shamevillain

Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

You’re Just Like An Angel, Your Skin Makes Me Cry by @chainsawmunson (18+)

Summary: you’ve been with eddie for a few months now. and though he’s been wanting to dick you down since the first date, he knows he’s gotta wait till you’re ready. and god damn, he’s not expecting what happens when you finally are.

Anon Request by @bowerquinn (18+)

[hi! would u ever be comfortable writing about eddie's uncut cock? if not, it's totally fine. hope ur having a great day! <3]

The Pearl Rosary by @rosemaremembrance (18+)

Summary: Eddie's not religious, but he'll listen to you praying all day.

Thou Shall Not Fall by @rosemaremembrance (18+)

Summary: Eddie has always liked you. That's never going to change, not even with a few biological upgrades.

Anon Request by @bowerquinn (18+)

[the reader is flirting with a guy over text, she decides to go to the restroom and take some nudes but instead of sending them to the guy shes talking to she sends them to her best friend Eddie Munson who is sitting across from her. Eventual smut.]

Dance Macabre by @chainsawmunson (18+)

[vampire!eddie]

Safe by @mypoisonedvine (18+)

Summary: eddie's a little surprised when you ask him to come over to platonically stay the night, but he's happy to try to make you feel better however he can.

Steve Harrington

Request by @hellfirehoe

[“Breathe through your nose.” & facefucking w steve]

Nine Facts, One Lie by @stevebabey

Summary: It didn’t matter that your best friend Robin claims he’s changed, you do not like Steve Harrington. He used to be egotistical, a player, an asshole — and you’re not in any hurry to believe he’s changed his ways.

Park It by @djokeeries (18+)

Summary: a drive-in showing of alien allows for an opportunity that neither steve or the reader are willing to pass by.

Somebody to You by @sanguineterrain

Summary: You've never been kissed. Steve changes that.

Put Away My Pride by @wtfsteveharrington (18+)

Summary: roommate steve finds you flustered and on the hunt for batteries and wants to help take care of your bad mood. 

Anon Request by @luveline (18+)

[Could u do something with either Eddie or Steve (whoever u think works best) where they are best friends and reader asks him to give her a hickey cause she wants to know what it feels like??]

Anon Request by @mypoisonedvine (18+)

["i’m just getting comfy" with Steve Harrington?]

Stone Cold Sober by @rosemaremembrance (18+)

Summary: “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.”

Hard-Pressed by @fettuccin-e (18+)

Summary: virgin!reader with big dick steve

[snowdrop-ivy]

Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 2

Summary: Mikey left the restaurant to Carmen, Natalie, and you.

Trope: Second chances

T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.

Word count: 2654

YOU just finished editing the photos you’re about to send to your wedding planner when you saw Natalie calling you. You’re back in Chicago for a break and to plan the wedding since your fiance’s mom thought a year engaged and no plans is bullshit. So that’s what you’ve been doing for the past 2 weeks. 

“Hey, Sug,” You smiled, answering the phone. “How you’ve been?”

“Hey, baby doll!” She shrieked. They’re not going to die down the nickname you had since 4 because you thought that dressing up as a doll everyday till you were 7 was a good idea. “Not much. How are you? I miss you!”

“I miss you too, Sug!” You giggled and crossed your legs. “Not much going on. I just finished sending designs for the chairs I wanted and heading off to my dad for Jeremy’s birthday party. Are you coming?”

You heard Nat sighed on the other end. “No, I have to check with my accountant because I put in my house as mortgage for the restaurant and now that they’re behind bills, my house is fucked.”

“Oh,” You gulped as you knew that Carm was managing it and you’ve been trying to stay away with everything that reminds you of him but apparently, growing up together does not do that. “Do you need help with it?”

“No!” She exclaimed. “I just wanted to talk to you. And maybe, if you’re free, we can hang out. I really miss you.”

You bowed and lightly smiled. “I know! It’s been so long. But, I’m free tomorrow. Is that good with you?”

You heard Nat squeal as you planned your day-out tomorrow. You both exchanged stories on what’s going on until it was time for you to go to your dad’s house. It’s your little brother’s birthday. You love that kid even though you don’t have the same mom. Your mom died a few months after you were born. It was always you and your dad till your step mom showed up. She’s okay, you like her. But you’ve never been close to her. She’s one of those people you like but do not hate. It’s somewhere between that. 

“Hey, baby doll!” Your dad yelled across the crowd he was talking to. You beamed up a smile as you walked to your dad with his open arms. “I miss you so much.”

You hugged your dad and kissed him. “We saw each other last week, Dad.”

Jim laughed as he hugged you again. “What? I can’t miss you everyday?”

You laughed and shook your head. You hugged all the people you knew and went inside to look for the birthday boy. You looked around the house you grew up in. All the pictures since you were little hang around the house. You smiled at those memories. All the good and bad ended you up as a Nurse. You never thought you'd be a nurse since you’re scared of needles when you were young from the stories you heard from your dad about crackheads and whatnots. You searched around the house to find your brother but you can’t see him anywhere. You smiled to the guests you passed by till you got to the kitchen.

“Baby doll!” Richie roared then tackled you in a squeezing hug. “Where you’ve been?”

You screeched as he lifted you. “Rich, put me down!”

Rich looked in disbelief as he eyed you. The last time you saw him was a week before Mikey’s death. “You look so fucking different.”

“That’s because I am,” You laughed. You smiled at him before hugging each other. You did miss him. And you felt guilty that you didn’t show up or call him when he’s been through his shits. “Sorry for not calling,” You genuinely smiled before kissing him on the cheek.

“Nah, you’re good,” Rich dismissed his hand. “Enough about that! How are you?”

You opened your mouth to answer but you heard a very familiar voice calling Rich. “Cousin, how’s the hotdogs coming?”

You gulped when you saw him. That bastard. Carmen Fucking Berzatto walking to the kitchen. He stopped on his tracks when he saw you. He has a tray of lettuce in his hands. You saw his jaw clenched and walked to the counter to put down the tray.

“No, Carm, look who’s here?” Richie said all fucking excited and pointed at you like he doesn’t know where you are. “It’s baby doll!”

Rich was about to say something before you smelled the burning hotdogs and he came running to it. You bit your lip when he left the two of you alone. You felt your hands shaking as you put your purse and gift down. Carm sighed before leaning on the counter and looking at you. Both of you don't know what to say or where to start.

He cleared his throat making you look at him. “Hey.”

You felt your throat close up when he called. You eyed him intently. His shriveled hair, the noticeable bags under his eyes, and his stained white shirt that fitted him like a glove. “Hey, Carmen.”

Carm twitched his mouth and clenched his jaw when he heard you say his name. That’s the first time you called him by his name. You always called him bear or B or anything else other than his government name.

“How you’ve been?” You both asked after a long silence. You also both pointed at each other to answer. “No, you go ahead,” He suggested.

You cleared your throat. After years of not talking, not a call, text, letter, or email, that’s what he asked. You had this urge to scream at his face and tell him how you spent the nights in the bathroom as you were too drunk just to forget his fucking face for a second. You wanted to tell him how you almost failed nursing school since you had no will to live or even a tiniest motivation to get up in the morning. You wanted to tell him how you were prescribed sleeping pills from all the sleepless nights you had. You wanted to tell him how broken your heart and body was when he left. “I’m good,” But no, you just timidly answered. You’re unsure if he knows you’re engaged or not since you haven’t talked to him for how many years. You don’t know if your dad, Sug, or Rich mentioned it to him. “You?”

He looked at the floor. His arms crossed and nodded. That’s not how you usually answered. You always answer with a funny story that happened to you. “Good as well,” He slowly nodded and glanced at you. He noticed everything that changed about you. How your hair has been a bit darker, the new tattoo on your arm, and how you wore your lipstick darker than you used to. It was colored salmon before that’s why whenever he sees one, it reminds you of him. He can’t think of one thing that he can’t associate you with.

You nodded, acknowledging his answer. You were hoping for more but what can you expect him to say? You both sat in silence till he offered you a beer. He placed it on the counter and you reached for it. He saw the ring on your finger as you drank the beer.

Carm froze when he saw that. His heart dropped. He felt cold all of a sudden then sweaty. He wrapped his arm around him as he slowly nodded. Trying to acknowledge what is going on. His mind was going to a different place. He couldn’t wrap his head on the thought that you’ll be walking on a different man to the altar. Not that he could do anything about it. I mean, what can he do? Tell you to stop the wedding? He can’t do that. That’s fucked up. Not after everything he’s put you through.

“Getting hitched, huh?” He questioned then took a sip. 

You saw that he noticed the ring. You wrapped both of your hands on the cold bottle since you can’t feel anything. You just went numb. And it’s not a good numb. It feels different. 

You shrugged. “Yup,” you murmured. “Gonna be a Mrs. soon,”

“Huh.” That’s all he could say. He bit his lips looking for words or questions to prolong the conversation. “You excited?”

You blew out your cheeks. “Yeah,” You answered and looked at him. His face went blank. You can see him tensing his shoulders.

Carm pursed his lips and looked around. “Best wishes, then,” He whispered and raised his beer at you.

You timidly smiled and slightly raised your beer back. You looked at the window so as to not look at him anymore. His face brought back so many emotions and memories that you locked up in a chain somewhere deep in your mind. You never thought going back to Chicago meant you’ll see him again. You buried him in your head and soul. You heard him excuse himself to go check on Richie. When he left, you buried your face in your hand trying to prevent her tears welling up. You took a deep sigh and left the beer on the counter to look for your dad. You saw him in the backyard smoking. 

You stood beside him and snatched his cigarette. “You didn’t tell me he was here.”

He kicked the pebbles scattered around him and put his hands on his pocket. “If I did, you wouldn’t come.”

You sighed. “Dad.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He sighed defeatedly. “It’s just that I’m sure you’re not gonna go if you knew and it’s your brother’s birthday. You can’t miss that. Not when he loves you more than anyone in the world.”

You took a deep breath and huffed a smoke. Your brother does love you more than anyone. And you love that kid. And your dad’s right, if you knew he’s coming, you’re not going to go. 

“And besides,” Your dad shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve been avoiding everything that has to do with him since forever. And if you’re really past that… you shouldn’t be afraid anymore.”

You scratched your brow and glanced at them making hotdogs under a tent. What your dad said is applicable if you’re past it. But you’re not. You didn’t even go through it. You skipped it. Your answer was halted when you saw your brother running towards you. You threw the cigar and hugged him. Jeremy took you away from your dad and introduced you to all his friends. He showed you all the gifts he got. Jer took your mind off Carm and you were thankful for him. How sweet and caring he is. How he made you happy by just being him. You laughed when he saw that you have a gift. The party went on to be a blast. Kids had fun. Food was great. It was a great day. You didn’t see Carm much that day other than the few glances and the conversation you had. Jeremy was bummed that you’re gonna go home but you promised him a fun day when you’re free.

Carm and Rich are cleaning up the place after the party. He was wiping the tables when Jimmy walked in and made a cup of coffee. He couldn’t help but look at the picture of him with his dad. 

“When is that from?” He asked and pointed at the picture sitting on the counter. It was a black and white photo. Jimmy had his arm around his dad and they’re both smiling.

“Repeat party. Grant Park, ‘92,” He answered and took a sip before standing next to him. “You ever miss him?”

He shook his head. “Didn’t really know him well enough to miss him.”

“Sounds like Y/N,” Jimmy mentioned. He placed down his cup and turned to Carm. “You get a chance to talk to her?”

Carm shrugged. “Yeah, we had a beer but she didn’t finish it. Still on the counter.”

Jimmy pursed his lips. “How’d you feel?”

He stopped and raised his brows. “What are you? A therapist?” He joked. Unc turned his head to know he’s serious. Carm straightened his face before continuing to clean the table. “Good, I guess.”

“Really?” He wondered. He didn’t seem satisfied with his answer. “After all these years?”

“Yeah, I mean, we didn’t have much to talk about but she did mention her engagement.”

Jim pressed his lips and tapped him on the shoulder before leaving. “Hey, Carm,” he called him.

Carm turned around to look at him. “Whenever I imagine giving away my daughter, I always thought it’d be to you.”

He nodded and watched him leave him. He took a deep breath. He also had the idea you’re gonna end up together. You both were a step away from being married. Hell, Carm even gave you a very beautiful engagement ring that made you feel magical. But that was all in the past now. He still wonders if you still have the ring. It wouldn’t hurt him if he knew you threw it away or burned it along with the other things you had that belonged to him. Carm shook his head and head on to bid goodbyes to Unc’s wife and Jer. Rich and Carm had to drive Pete home since he was knocked out from the punch infused with Xanax. Carm took the chance to talk to Natalie. 

“So, how’s the party?” Nat asked as he gave him water and sat down across from him in their living room. 

“Good,” He nodded. “Good yeah, Richie spilled a Xanax in the cooler but Unc didn’t kill us.”

“That’s crazy,” She said with disgust. Nat propped her legs on the couch. “You saw baby doll?”

Carm bit his lip and nodded.

“You guys talked?”

He nodded. Unsure what to answer. He propped his arms on his legs as it bounced. 

“How was she?”

“Why didn’t you tell me she was engaged?” 

Nat’s mouth went open then lightly shrugged. “I didn’t think you'd want to know that.”

 Carm bitterly laughed before shaking his head. “Yeah, right.”

“How’d you know?”

“Saw it on her finger,” He answered, remembering what it looks like on you. “Different from what I got her.”

“Does it still hurt?” Nat asked gently. Her eyes was soft and full of worry.

Carm stared at the picture of you with him, Nat, and Mike that was taken on Christmas a year after you got together. He smiled lightly as he saw his arms around your waist and you were kissing him on the cheek. He had the biggest smile on it. And you all looked so happy beside the christmas tree. “Yeah, and I think it always will.”

“Do you still love her?”

He bit his lip, soaking in her question. And the answer is he does. You have, will always have, his heart in your hands. You were gentle while he cared, but when he stopped caring, it broke you. And nothing will ever be the same. You gave him everything, and he won’t give it back. And now, you chose someone else, even though you have every piece of him. He hopes time will heal you both. Maybe not completely, but he hopes it will only hurt on the bad days. And he’s only have a few of those.

“Carm…” Natalie softly called him after a while when he didn’t answer.. “Are you okay?”

He repeatedly nodded before standing up. “Gotta go,” he bid before heading out to his car. He banged his hand on the wheel repeatedly trying not to scream. He’s not okay. How can he be? Seeing you after 5 years and seeing that you’re engaged. And how nobody gave him a fucking heads up about it. They told all the stories you shared with them but not the one where you got a fucking fiancé.

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[theholypeanut]

Otoya Eita x Forced Proximity

Peanut’s Wheel of Fortune Event

Cw: Otoya is a cw on its own, slight nsfw themes but no actual smut so 16+(voyeurism), suggestive, Otoya is taller than the reader, Yukimiya having a girl crush, gn!reader, 1,5 k words

Plot: You didn’t expect to get stuck in a closet with Otoya, and having to listen your friend getting handsy with his crush…

Event Masterlist

Otoya has been annoying you for a date since you started college. 

You had a couple of classes together, and even if you did not click with him right away, you and Yukimiya (one of his closest high school friends he went to college with) vibed very well. Unfortunately in your second year, you and Kenyu had fewer classes together, and instead you had to spend almost every day with Otoya Eita. And even worse he took it as a sign from god that he has a chance with you.

At first, you were absolutely not interested in any interactions with him, as he constantly tried to use the most obnoxious pickup lines on you. As time went on and you were forced into the same places together, you found out that he could actually be quite funny too. Even better, he was an amazing gossip buddy - you could always count on him to have the spiciest pieces of information on campus, and you tried not to be any worse. After a while, you could say that you kind of considered him a friend, just a very… flirty one. 

Because you ended up in a similar group of friends, you were also going to parties together. 

For the past months with Eita you’ve been trying to get Kenyu together with this girl from his English literature classes, that he would never admit that he had a crush on. To be honest he never asked you for help, even more, he even told you specifically to „stay away and not try to stir anything” but both you and Otoya were not the type to listen to his suggestions. Like, what could be wrong? If he couldn’t get together with her till now, maybe he just needs a little help? What are friends for?

And you really tried to be the best wingmen he could think of. “Accidentally” asking him to go to places she was in, always ordering coffee from the cafe she worked at, especially during her shifts, invite her on their matches… nothing worked. Yukimiya was just so dense.

This time again, nothing went as planned. It was a Friday night and you went to this huge party thrown in a building looking like a villa. The vibe seemed good, and most importantly: The Crush was also there. But something just felt off.

First of all, Yukimiya for the first time ever was drinking. At the beginning seeing him with a red plastic cup made you and Eita send each other knowing glances. It was very suspicious, especially since Kenyu always joked that he is a „sober friend” who takes care of everyone. He was, in fact, a mom friend at his finest. 

You started to look around if maybe the Pretty Literature Girl is somewhere around, and she was indeed talking to some basketball jock in the corner of the room. You could almost hear her giggling from across the room. Otoya was fast to keep up and after exchanging some secret hand gestures, he came over to Kenyu. 

„You know, for me, it feels like tonight is the night” he said and patted his friend. „You should talk to her, as you are already a little tipsy”

„I'm not tipsy” Kenyu said defensively and looked in the direction of his crush. „I don’t think there's a point.” You fast step up to the conversation, and put an arm around your tall friend. 

„Look you will never know if you won't try! Maybe she just tries to make you jealous?”

In an answer, Yukimiya only sighed and drank all of the remaining alcohol in his cup in one sip. Seeing him so gloomy made you wonder if maybe this is the type of drunk he is going to be. You felt a hand on your arm and after looking around, you saw Otoya suggesting you to go upstairs to retrieve. It was very loud in the dancing area, so without trying to yell over the music, you left your sad friend and left with a white-haired up the stairs. 

It was a big house, and you had no idea who it belonged to (Maybe Reo, the rich kid?) but the upper area was full of doors. It was still quite loud in the corridor, so Otoya opened the door to, what looked like, one of the bedrooms. You followed him there and closed the door. 

„I don't think our plan will work today” you said and sighed. „Yukimiya looks like he will start crying and talking about his childhood traumas any moment, I’m actually kind of scared of what will happen if he keeps drinking”

„Yeah, it’s really not looking good for him” Otoya nodded. „I'm pretty sure he is also more drunk than us, which is an entirely different kind of issue. I don’t think I ever saw him drinking.”

You were about to answer, when you heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door. Was it…. Kenyu’s crush? You looked at Otoya in panic, and without thinking he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the spacious closet in the room. 

Well, it looked spacious from the outside, when the two of you fit inside, you could feel Otoya’s entire body hugging your back. 

„Move!” You whispered to him, feeling a weird tingling in your stomach from the sudden closeness. He leaned closer to your ear and his breath was tickling your neck. 

„I can’t. Just wait, maybe they won’t…” and then you heard the door to the bedroom open and close. 

„I thought you’ll never talk to me tonight” you two heard the girl. 

„Well you looked really busy with that guy…” you couldn’t believe when you recognised familiar voice. 

„Mmmm, Kenyu, are you jealous?” She purred teasingly, in a way that even you blushed. 

„Maybe” you heard your friend teasing her back. You didn’t have to see anything to know the tension between this two was very high. The girl giggled, and you could hear a sound of a kiss. Your body tensed up. 

„You know I’m yours” she said so quietly you could barely hear. You felt Otoya’s hand touching your waist and you tried to turn your head to him without making any sound. „Are they…” you whispered as quietly as you could when the sound going from outside of the closet answered your question: there was a heavy making-out session going on right outside the closet door. 

You thought you could not get more uncomfortable until you heard the girl moaning your friend’s name. What made the situation even worse is that not only you were stuck to listen to your friend getting all steamy with his crush, but you also could feel Otoya’s getting more and more aroused, as you assumed feeling a sudden pressure around your ass. 

„I’m sorry” you heard him whimper in your ear, which sent a shiver down your spine. You heard another loud moan and Yukimiya’s groans, as you assume he was kissing her neck. Well, you couldn’t really be mad at Eita right now. You turned to look at him to say something, but as your faces were so close to each other you could feel his nose brushing your cheek, you heard a sudden noise of an opening door. 

„Oooh fuck!” You heard some male voice from outside. „Sorry, I was looking for a bathroom…” 

The sudden noise made you jump and for a split second, you could feel Otoya’s lips on yours, before you turned back to face the door. From the sound of it you felt like Yukimiya and his situationship decided to stop after the sudden entrance. The door closed again and you heard Kenyu clearing his throat. 

„How about we get out of here?” He suggested. „I will just text my friends I’m too drunk and that I ordered the taxi home…” The girl giggled. 

„I don't know why you won't just tell them that we are dating” she answered. You heard Yukimiya sigh and with your imagination you knew he was massaging his temples with annoyance. „They are just so noisy and dramatic… I will tell them, one day” 

After that, the only sound going out of the room was the door opening and closing. You waited a couple of seconds, to be sure they wouldn't be coming back, and then you opened the door and walked out of the closet. 

There was an awkward silence between you two, as you felt too embarrassed to address what would have happened if both you and Yukimiya hadn’t been interrupted. 

Otoya cleared his throat. 

„I cannot believe he was keeping it a secret saying we are annoying” You smirked with relief after this comment. 

„I cannot believe Yukimiya almost hooked up with someone at a party… without closing the door.”

The atmosphere felt a little less tense. 

„I think we should leave this room before someone will think that we are here for…” you didn’t end the sentence, a little embarrassed. You saw Eita blushing before he looked away.

„Yeah right. Wouldn’t want to be cockblocked like that…” As you put your hand on the doorknob, you felt Otoya standing right behind you, as he put his forearm on the door right above your head. 

„We would at least close the door on a lock, right?” He said right to your ear.

You stood there for a second, feeling your heart speeding up to a dangerous pace. Your face felt hot when you turned the lock on the door. 

„…Right”

Bonus

[holydayaria]

I. I kept thinking about how u answered my ask about Phinks @lliminall and I ended up writing this. I didn’t mean for it to be so long 💔😕 me just got a wee bit inspired . he makes me feel insane // fem reader

Phinks is so gruff and intimidating on his own that he unintentionally coerces you into a relationship. Every other sentence out of his mouth sounds like a threat, whether it’s to you or the people around you. He’s not exactly smooth either, his awkwardness shows itself in intense staring from across the room and total silence. It’s very unnerving to say the least. When he is being more talkative and flirting with you, it’s not any less scary.

It’s hard to tell how Phinks is feeling based off of his expression, which is almost always defaults as grim and scowling. Sometimes he’ll turn to you, with a slightly more pleasant expression on his face, and tell you that you look pretty or that you smell nice. When he puts an arm around you and pulls you closer, with more force than he realizes. You can feel the muscles of his arms beneath his tracksuit and how he put on way too much cologne before he came to see you. He’s practically blind to any discomfort you feel, unless you directly tell him then he won’t pick up on any hints you give.

You hadn’t even realized he considered himself your boyfriend till he casually mentioned your one month anniversary, Phinks decided asking you to be his girlfriend wasn’t necessarily, everyone that saw you on the street together assumed you two were a couple with how close he would stand next to you and how his hand was always settled on your hip. It only escalated with time, he had no qualms with getting handsy in public if he felt like people were staring at you. The whole world needed to know you were his girlfriend, though he did tone it down when you told him to; but only because you asked so sweetly.

He’s so intense, in general but especially when it comes to you. Eager to present you with gifts, flowers and other generic romantic items. Setting up dates with you whenever he feels like it, often not taking your schedule into consideration. Granted, he knows your work schedule and knows all of the times you’ll be free, but sometimes you’d rather just stay at home by yourself instead of go out, especially with him. The first time you voice this to Phinks, he takes it to mean that you want to stay at home with him. If you hadn’t known him for so long you might have missed how he sounded a bit excited at the chance to finally go into your home, and you didn’t have it in you to tell him no.

The more time you spent with him the more you found him… tolerable. Pleasant, even. He was funny, not intentionally, just the way he talks when he’s mad over something petty. Phinks was surprisingly attentive when you did voice your needs, more than you’d expect him to be. He… didn’t respond as well when you asked for some space in this relationship, taking it as you meaning you wanted to break up. He was willing to forgive that misstep, though sometimes you still get the feeling he’s bothered by it. Slightly paranoid you’ll try to leave him. He tries not to bring it up, worried you’ll get the idea to break up with him again. He just removes any negative influences, nosey acquaintances and pushy neighbors who are unjustifiably worried about you. Sure, Phinks looks like he’s one bad day away from killing everyone on your block, but it’s not his fault he has a resting bitch face.

Phinks is somewhat aware, in the back of his mind that he could always shove you in the right direction, but you’re already so compliant he doesn’t see the need to. You’re a great girlfriend, you never argue with him or ask him why his job requires him to leave for weeks on end. Sure, it wouldn’t kill you to be a bit more enthusiastic when he does come home, but he tries not to push it. You’re already so sweet to him, he’s willing to let these small things go.

Phinks considers himself a pretty good boyfriend too, above average in his opinion. He’s gone out of his way to see that if any man made advances on you, it’d be the last thing they’d do. He waited till you chose to invite him over to your home and bring the topic up yourself instead of pushing you to letting him go over, even though he’d been inside numerous times before. All when either you were asleep or working, and even then it’s not like he did anything. Just looked around, got a better feel for the type of person you were, reaffirming in his mind how you were just perfect for him. He even held back on stealing something out of your house.

…Though, your home is a bit cramped. Even for just one person, it’s a bit small, and far too easy to break into. He’s been meaning to talk to you about moving you into his place, it’s way more spacious and he’ll even let you decorate it however you want. Feng shui and all that shit. Aren’t you two at that stage of dating yet anyway? It’s been five, almost six months, that’s a good time to move in together, no? He’ll be sure to bring it up to you on your next date.

[hwajin]

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 — !# : lyb

genre: fluff, smut, slow burn/ mutual pining

pairing: nerd!felix x popular!fem!reader

wc: 7.5k

warnings: unprotected sex/ piv/ cumming inside, otherwise the smut is hella soft <3

note: in case you want to skip forward to the smut part OR want to read only till then: smut follows under the third ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── !!

He’d always see her pass by his locker in the hallway, when he happened to look up from his phone for a mere second, as the little screen happened to occupy the majority of his time in school. Felix had one mutual class with her, where she sat right before him, whispers and giggles always heard from where she was seated. He knew the approximate hour in which she’d make her way to her next class after lunch break, chatting with friends and throwing her head back whenever she laughed. He also knew that on Tuesdays, her day ended after the 8th hour, and he sometimes saw her catching the bus just on time, besides running towards it every week anew because she just couldn’t seem to stop the conversations she was part of. It wasn’t like he was obsessed with her, though it might sound like it from an outside point of view. But she was endearing, and oh so lovely, with the way she moved and carried herself, so how could he possibly not find interest in her?

His friends have told him that she’s out of his league, that she’d never go for a homebody who’s most interesting weekly activity is going out for some junk food with classmates, before his ears would be covered with his headset again, eyes fixed on whatever new game he’s installed onto his PC at home. And he knew – obviously he knew – that he didn’t even stand a chance. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder otherwise, whenever she turned around in class, facing him, looking him straight in the eyes before asking for notes or a pencil or anything else that would be of use for her. She’d shoot him a smile, one that looked so genuine and heartfelt that he couldn’t help but wonder, that maybe he did stand a chance, after all.

“Hey, Felix, right?”

Her voice caused his head to snap up, gaze laced with confusion as they’re eyes locked in a quite awkward manner. She knew his name?

“Uh- yeah.. do you need anything?”

Did he sound cold, rude maybe? He most likely did, figuring how socializing wasn’t one of his strengths – especially when it came to her. He felt his face heat up in something he’d call embarrassment, or maybe he was simply flustered, nervous. Arisu heard her let out a chuckle, not one that came off as condescending, but rather amused with a hint of curiosity, he thought. Curiosity in him, maybe? Was that possible? Or maybe he was getting ahead of himself again.

“No, I don’t need anything. Just wanted to chat a bit.”

Chat a bit. About what, he thought. He could barely hold a conversation that consisted of mere small talk, and he doubted that the two shared any common interests. And God, was he awkward, with the way he only stared at her, nothing but a hum leaving his lips, followed by the corners of his mouth grimacing into something that hopefully looked like an acceptable smile, though he wasn’t too sure. And there it was, another one of her chuckles, and again, it was everything but to make fun of him. It was sweet, sounded through the room like the chirping of birds and he knew his ears were of a bright red by now.

“I just noticed I don’t really know you besides you sitting behind me all year already, thought it’d be nice to get to know each other, no?”

Yes, it would be nice to get to know each other. But how did she possibly want the same thing? Yet her eyes sparked at Felix while she waited for his answer, or anything, really, a reaction to her words. Was she as nervous as him, maybe? Or did she simply sense what he was onto, did she know that he had a crush on her – if that what the right word for the turmoil of feelings and thoughts he had?

He’d sometimes catch himself zoning off in the middle of class, not looking anywhere in particular, yet having his gaze most often than not fixed on the back of her head. Again, not in a way anyone would get creeped out, she simply happened to sit right in his viewpoint. And in times like this he couldn’t help but notice her love for detail. How it seemed like every and each of her strands of hair was laid down to perfection, the bounce of them keeping Felix in awe. How there would be hair pins and ties and accessories adorning her, never unmatched with the rest of her outfit. Outfits that looked like she planned them purposefully, but not as if she was trying too hard, in a way they looked nothing but fitted on her. Today, he couldn’t help but notice her choice of clothes, too, subtle colors grazing her skin so softly it damn near knocked his breath out.

And then there was him, an old shirt and pants thrown over his body, not even bothered enough to get his hair done in any way. He was only going to classes after all, not seeing the need to dress up – but maybe he should learn from her. After all, he wanted to stand a chance somehow.

“Uh.. yeah, no, it’d be nice to know each other. Like- to get to know each other, I mean, yeah.”

Felix heard giggles and laughter from different parts of the classroom, friends and couples, some merely talking, others visibly flirting with each other. And it all looked so easy for them, so why did he seem to be the only one who couldn’t get a grip of himself?

But then again, she didn’t seem to mind at all. She cocked her head at him and gave him a tooth flashing smile, and he thought he’ll never see anything prettier.

It took Felix a while into the conversation to warm up around her, and he was surprised how easy it was to talk, all of a sudden, about not particular interesting things either, and yet he saw the reason, knew why he would laugh out loud and get past his initial hesitation – she was insanely charismatic, was able to carry a conversation where he long would have let it die, would have buried his head into his phone again, scrolling away aimlessly without paying much attention to his surroundings. She didn’t let that happen, though, always a new question at the tip of her tongue, ones even that Arisu never expected her to ask, to show interest in any way. She wanted to hear about his hobbies, egging him on to tell her about the recent games he’s been playing, stuff he’s been watching, music he’s been into. He though – on multiple points during the convo – that she must have been bored already, but that moment never occurred, surprisingly. It wasn’t until the professor interrupted whatever topic any student was rambling on about that she eventually took her eyes off his, not without giving him a last smile before concentrating on the lesson up front, as though there never was any conversation between the two.

And while he expected to leave the room all by himself as per usual, making his way home after long hours he simply couldn’t wait to get done with, she was there again, her steps matching his, though hers were laced with more graze and elegance, almost.

“Are you catching the same bus as me?”, her voice sounded through Felix’s ears, causing his eyes to head her direction, locking eyes with her what felt like the millionth time this morning. That was more eye contact than he’s ever shared with you before, and he wasn’t sure himself how his nerves haven’t been the end of him yet, how he was still – if only barely – holding up.

“Uh, yeah. I guess I am.”

If Felix were on her place, he thought, he’d long get the feeling that he didn’t have any interest in her whatsoever. Why did his responses happen to be so short, sounding so lifeless? He had no problems showing his emotions – laughter, cracking jokes and teasing, getting angry – with his friends, yet with her he’s felt like a robot, as if someone turned off his bodily functions with just a click. So, he forced himself to a smile, to hopefully save yet another painfully awkward try to converse, he again couldn’t tell if the smile looked rather frightening, though. Yet the corners of her lips danced upwards, and Felix thought that he must have done something right, that perhaps he was warming up to her, when she’s still not given up on him.

And maybe Felix was right. In regard to warming up to her, and whenever he thought that she might maybe, just maybe, like him back, if only half as much as he did. Because the way home was nothing but enjoyable, the normally stuffy and uncomfortably crowded bus ride bearable for Felix this time around, when he got to talk and joke around with her for the time being, when they’ve exchanged looks he thought might mean something more, and when they stood talking in front of her doorstep for that much longer. The conversation never seemed to quiet down, always something new she was curious about, always something more Felix wanted to know about her. Before, after a while and suddenly, he asked the question which answer might nest in his brain now forever from the very moment she’s told him, from the very moment the subject of your chatting turned more serious that it was before.

“I guess I just grew sick of my friends.”, she said when Felix asked her sudden change in behavior to him.

“They feel so superficial, it just gets on my nerves lately. And you’ve always given me good vibes, to be honest, I’ve always thought of maybe talking to you more.”

The smile she gave him convinced Felix that she must be honest, that she meant the words she said, that her interest in him wasn’t based on pity or some joke she and her friends thought of. Because that’s what Felix friends would say, surely, when he’d tell them about today, when he’d open up about all the things they’ve talked about and how nice she was to him. How she didn’t accept his shyness and kept on talking until he was finally comfortable, how both of them shared laughs and giggles together when talking about silly things – his friends wouldn’t believe him.

So, when Felix started to make his own way home, not after exchanging last looks before he waited for her figure to disappear behind the door to her house, he knew he simply wouldn’t tell his friends about today, about how well you’ve hit it off, how he thought he might actually stand a chance, maybe. And he knew how stupid it was, that he wasn’t 16 anymore, but up until he found himself inside the safety of his own four walls, he couldn’t possibly stop the damned grin that was glued to his face, couldn’t get the smile to disappear, even after getting ready for bed and laying down in the dark, ready for sleep to overcome his body. But her face danced before his eyes, the way she’d laugh at him when he’s told an embarrassing story, how she’d get so passionate, suddenly, about certain subjects you touched upon, or how her face distorted into one of anger when you’ve chatted about uni and homework and professors and other students. But her last words, the ones she’s told him before saying goodbye, when she admitted of having wanted to talk to him for a while – Felix wouldn’t be able to explain the feeling in words even at gunpoint. And it almost scared him, how excited he was to finally fall into deep slumber, how he wanted to wake up to a next day for the one and only purpose to hopefully spending it with you again, to be talking and chatting with you again, about anything and nothing.

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It's taken Felix and her a week, a week of waiting for each other to catch busses, a week of chatting whenever passing by in hallways, a week of exchanging smiles and laughter, before they’d call each other a friend. For Felix, there was no doubt anymore, if she wasn’t crushing on him, she surely was interested enough to keep the boy as a friend, and he loved that simple idea so much that it was hard to believe that he’d possibly react decently, in case she ever revealed to like him after all. And there was a mix of feelings about that, for Felix, because while he all but wanted to get his hopes up for nothing, he couldn’t look past your antics, your behavior in certain moments. Moments that he sometimes wished held on for longer than they did, moments that gave him that bit of hope he feared to get caught up in. It was moments of subtle touching, or eye contact that felt too intense, too deep, for it to be purely platonic. Or moments when she’d ask questions he shied away to answer, questions that seemed almost too personal to be talked about in places like busses. Questions about his past relationships, about his type – his experience. And in moments like those – how could Felix possibly not read more into it, not get caught up in a tad of bitter hope?

He was nothing but adorable. She’d never expected to have found interest in the boy as he wasn’t the usual type she was aiming for – after they’ve first talked she noticed barely anything common, and yet, surprisingly, it didn’t throw her off. Whenever she’s wasted her time on dates that ended up wanting to solely get into her pants, she’d often tell her friends to call her mid dinner, to make up and excuse, to get her out of whatever meaningless conversation she was dying to trying to save. On those dates, meet ups, one-night stands, she couldn’t bear hearing strangers talk about something she herself didn’t necessarily enjoy. Not that she considered herself a closed off person, there was always a possibly common ground in her opinion, always to option to learn about one significant others interests and likes. Yet she simply never saw the worth in it, never felt to make that step and get involved.

Before she’s got to know Felix, that is. He was oh so different, in every way imaginable, from her, her friends, her usual and typical dating circle. He was a homebody, seemingly loving his game controllers more than most things, and she envied the few friends Felix had, which was something she wasn’t particularly used to but wished herself to have. She’s had childhood friends, similar to how Felix told her about his own ones, yet she long isn’t contact with any of them anymore. Her group of friends change every other class, no consistency of people in her life whatsoever, different to him, who’s kindergarten friendships were still going strong after years and years on end. Oh, how she envied him for it. But no matter the differences between the two; there wasn’t a blink of a moment where she felt possibly bored. He was interesting, in his own, different way, and she loved hearing about his persona, who he is, what he does. She wanted to know, simply for the sake of knowing, of getting closer, of bonding. It was unusual for her, and she wondered if Felix maybe felt the same, or if he ended up bored whenever talking to her. That’s how she felt, more often than not, and yet, she thought, it wasn’t like he’d distance himself from here – which meant there must be some interest after all.

And he was nice. She was surprised about how genuine the boy was, in his words and stories he told, in the way he smiled at her. Yes, he surely was awkward, clumsy even, but in a way, she thought, it’d only make him more endearing, more… loveable. And no, she wouldn’t go as far as mentioning love that early on, yet she knew she liked him, more than she’d like a casual friend, more even than the occasional crush she’d have. She truly found interest in him, wanted to get closer to him – on more levels than one. It didn’t need much brainpower for her to notice he must reciprocate those feelings, figuring he must have locked his eyes on her as well. That’s what she knew, hoped at last. She surely – by now – knew Felix well enough, though, to not raise expectations. Even if he liked her, she doubted he’d make any move, not even subtle. She wasn’t one to carry her heart on her sleeve, and she knew herself that confessing without being sure of one’s other feelings was nothing but hell on earth – so she didn’t blame him. Instead, she’d sit in class, talking and chatting with Felix, trying to get behind his interests, preferences, be it in food or activities or simple hobbies he had. Her intentions nothing more than to find a perfect place to hang out together, one that was far off from uni and people she knew, one that he’d hopefully like – to maybe, hopefully, be able to call it something like a first date.  

“Hey, you have plans this weekend?”

The question wasn’t necessarily out of the norm, Felix thought, yet his mind seemed to stumble over with thoughts when the words left her lips, while the two made their way to class. He’s never met her outside of school, and her being the one to propose it first, to throw that idea out, just like that, as if Felix wouldn’t go crazy at the shear thought of it had his head feeling dizzy by any means. Was she aware of the effect she had on him? Or was that possibility so far off, the fact that he could even like her, because she purely saw him as a good friend after all? Or maybe it was both, maybe she knew very well what went on in his head at all times when he thought of her, but proceeded to pay no mind to it, because he was simply a classmate, nothing more to her. Felix oh so badly wanted to shove those thoughts to the back of his brain whenever they invaded him, yet he couldn’t possibly, not with how much more he grew to like her in the last couple of days, weeks now, almost, they’ve spent nearly every day together.

“Uh, no, I’m free this weekend. No plans. …why?”

He was unsure, insecure in the question he’s asked, almost as if scared. And maybe he was. Would meeting her outside of school turn him yet more awkward, would make him seem weird, more nervous? If she was to invite him over to her house – though, let’s be honest, she wouldn’t possibly do that – he’d surely everything but stay calm.

“Oh, I just thought we could meet up? Like, not in school for a change, I’m sick of seeing you only here.”, and she gave him a smile, one that Felix could only return with confused blinking. For him, seeing her in school felt secure, somewhat safe; in case the conversation went dry there was something to come back to, mutual classes, homework, professors. But Felix knew what she meant nonetheless, and he’d not turn down something that could possibly bring him closer to her.

“You said you liked the cinema, right? We could check out what movies they’re playing lately. If you… want to, that is.”, and another smile, though this time around it didn’t seem as confident, as collected as it usually did. And Felix was sure he heard her stumble over her words, hesitate, even if slightly – he sensed nervousness in her tone. Sure, emotional intelligence wasn’t his strength, and knowing what other people felt and thought was nothing but a myth to him at all times, even with friends and family, but he knew her enough by now that simply overlooking that feeling he had wasn’t quite possible. Or maybe he simply wanted to believe it, and hallucinated things that weren’t there.

“Uh, yeah…! Yeah, I do like movies, we could... yeah, we could go see one. On the weekend. If you want to.”

It was true, he liked movies. Loved them actually, especially when it came to watching them in the cinema. And while Felix remembered of telling her that fact, he was surprised that she didn’t forget. She still knew, proof that she listened, whenever he talked about things he thought didn’t sound exciting enough. And yet she knew, still, didn’t forget such a simple and vain detail about him. God, she’d drive him crazy, and she didn’t even do much, didn’t even know of it.

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The rest of the week – her and Felix made plans to meet up on Monday – felt excruciatingly long, like it’d last on for decades. Felix would wake up every day anew, wishing for it to be Saturday already, wishing to finally go and sit in that cinema with her, watch that movie with her, chat and laugh about it afterwards, maybe in a café, if she’d be up for it. And every day anew he felt like the sun simply didn’t want to set, didn’t want to end another day of waiting. Until Saturday came around, and Felix excitement suddenly left him right that day. Though, that wasn’t entirely true. Of course, he didn’t change his mind, quite surely still wanted to get to see her, to bond with her outside of the everyday, usual school talk. But it was hard for him to simply turn off his nerves, to look past the anxiety he’s felt simply thinking about sitting next to you for about two hours. Wouldn’t it be awkward? On the other hand, he’d sit behind you in class for hours as well, this really wasn’t any different. Or was it? After all, as he’d already noticed, uni was a secure place; he’d always have something to lead the conversation onto in moments of danger. But a cinema, filled with strangers, a movie playing while he sat with her in the dark – there wouldn’t be much talking in the first place, but it was the time before and after the movie that Felix feared. Which was mindless because you were friends after all. Only that he wanted to be more than that, and looking past this simple feeling wasn’t as easy as he’d like it to be.

So yes, when Felix saw her making her way towards him, with excited steps, her frame coming closer to the entrance Felix was waiting at, he knew his ears turned red that moment already. And for a good reason, too. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, better even than he was used to in school. She clearly took time to make herself look the way she did, surely made an effort on her appearance, but as ever so often, she pulled it off with a naturality that fascinated him in every way possible. And though Felix thought he too made an effort in looking nice, for once, which was so different to his character in the first place – seeing her took all that away. Looking at her now made him realize that the button up he decided to wear wasn’t ironed, had creases in it. Or that his skin probably looked too dry, as it often did, and he’s forgotten to do anything about it for tonight. Or that his lack of accessories surely made him look boring, that he’d could have thrown on a necklace at least, seeing how much jewellery was adorning her body. He felt so utterly stupid, so unprepared for something he’s had on his mind for days, and his only wish was to disappear right there and then, on the spot, before she could step any closer.

But he didn’t, obviously. He stood there while she walked up to him, hands in his pockets, swaying back and forth on his feet, looking frightened surely. Waiting for her to come closer, to smell the lack of perfume on him – he’s taken a shower beforehand, he wasn’t that careless, but he surely didn’t think of having to smell particularly nice – before she’d look him up and down with eyes of judgement. But she went in for a hug instead, after speaking a quick ‘hi’, and Felix didn’t see an ounce of discern in her face, a smile and warm eyes meeting his.

“I’m sorry, did you wait long? I have a habit of running late.”

The chuckle she left out made Felix heart flutter in the subtlest way possibly, and it was contagious, making him let out a fist of giggled laughter as well.

“No, I didn’t, I just reached too, don’t worry.”

There was a silence none of them seemed to be able to fill. Maybe the different scenery – the couples around them kissing and chatting, the nightly view of the city, the movie Felix was about to watch with her – maybe it ended up marking your moods with a certain shyness after all, flustered you. Though, he thought, with him it was clear. Of course he’d be a mess, of course he wouldn’t quite know how to keep the conversation going in case it died out – how could he, he barely managed this very thing in school. But; why was she quiet? Why did she, once again, similar to when she asked Felix out to the movies, show hints of nervousness? The way she stepped from one foot to the other, seemed to fiddle with her outfit, looking everywhere but him. Was she, perhaps, as out of it as him? Was that possible?

“You- you look really nice, by the way--“

An ice breaker. One that sounded embarrassing, but Felix managed to get it past his lips, managed to speak out his mind, for the first time not waiting for her to take the initiative. And it paid off; her face changed into one of pleasured surprise, her bright, tooth showing smile appearing against the softness of her features, and if Felix wasn’t already deep into the fascination of her, he surely was now.

She smiled, cocked her head at him. She looked like she was about to head towards the cinema without a comment, heels on the run already, before her mouth opened after all to return something

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.”

And she looked mischievous, head still to the side as he held a glance in her eyes Arisu has never seen before. Yet it locked him in, in a way everything about her locked her in, at all times. Yet it made him feel different, another sort of nervous he was normally used from feeling around her. But before he could figure it out, could get behind what it was that rushed through his body, her eyes weren’t on him altogether anymore, pointed towards the cinema, urging him to get going, to finally go and see the movie, and just like that he’s lost her gaze, lost that feeling that overpowered him only mere seconds ago.  

The movie was going fine. Felix would have been worried if not, after all his only job was to sit there and concentrate on the pictures and voices that played before him on the screen. He couldn’t though. Her presence right beside him took all his attention away, off the movie, and he hated it. Because what if she wanted to talk about it later on, what if she’d ask questions about it he wouldn’t be able to answer? She’d think he’s an idiot, would lose interest in meeting him outside of school, and they’d stay classmates. Though, that was likely all in his head after all. It somewhat killed Felix to not be able to talk to her, ironically, as scared as he was of screwing up chit chatting with her. And he couldn’t explain the reason if someone asked him, wasn’t quite sure what exactly made him this giddy in his seat, in the darkness of the room. He felt tense, for whatever reason, his body stiff without an explanation.

Until suddenly, his arm fell into a shudder. It was laying on the armrest Felix shared with her, the one that separated their seats. And he could feel her sudden touch on him, could feel her warm hand creeping up against his skin. Every inch she’s touched ignited into hot goosebumps, and Felix sat up in his seat even before their fingers soon intertwined when they reached each other. He didn’t back off, wouldn’t dare to, but it felt wrong, off, to not react; so he glanced at her. From the side, looked her face up and down – and she wasn’t giving into him. Her eyes were fixated on the movie, though Felix saw her nose painted red, even in the darkness of the room. He saw the film of sweat on her forehead, one that could only mean she was as nervous as him. After all – she was trying to hold hands, wasn’t she? It’d fit, the movie reached a part that Felix would call romantic. But he couldn’t possibly find an explanation for her antics; except, that he maybe was right after all, that his friends have been teasing him only to end up in the wrong – maybe she did like him, did want to get closer to him, in more ways than just a friendly one, one that was typical for classmates.

He looked at her, she knew. She felt his eyes on her face, knew he wanted to ask what this was, if she was alright, if she needed something. And yet, she thought, there wasn’t a moment he backed off. He’s had that chance, she’s made her way to lock her fingers with his longer ones slowly, excruciatingly so, and he not once as much as flinched, even. So, she must have been right in her predictions, must have observed him correctly. But God, what came into her? She wasn’t known to lose her cool, really, has never been one to shy off from anything or anyone. So why was it all so different with him, why did her brain keep short circuiting?

She wanted to give him a look, too. Wanted to see what sort of emotion laid there in his eyes, if fear and nervousness overplayed a sort of excitement she so badly wanted to see. They couldn’t really talk, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked him, as straight forward as possible, to not make things more secretive and embarrassing as they were in situations like those; when it came to the very first moves with crushes, the first days of a new relationship, the first everything with a new person. But, both her and Felix were supposed to stay quiet – so she gave his hand a squeeze, followed by her head turning into his direction, finally enough courage in her to follow through. His side profile was nothing but breath taking, and she saw his nose painted in red, even in the darkness of the room. And how adorable it was, she couldn’t help the smile that crept up on her. It was him, this time, who’s eyes simply wouldn’t find hers, though she was much braver in her actions, much more determined to not make this painfully weird the moment the movie was over, the moment they’d walk out that cinema, regretting to not have talked about whatever the hand holding thing was. So it took her another squeeze before Felix finally, after what felt like ages of simply and only hand holding, locked his eyes with hers. And for a second, as cheesy as they both know it was, time seemed to have stopped for just a singular moment, hearts skipping just a singular before going back to normal, though fastened now.

Both, Felix and her, would later on blame it on the mood of the cinema, of how the music rang in their ears, how the colors on screen made their faces appear in a light so pretty they’ve forgotten about the movie altogether, without paying much attention to it in the first place. None of them would say they fell for each other in that moment, maybe, but then again, none of them would be able to explain what lead them to lean in, similarly, at the same time, and oh so slowly both thought they’re lips would never meet. And though it took a while, though their nerves got the best of them and set them in a trance that nothing but slowed the process, their mouths connected, eventually, in a kiss Felix has never felt like this before. No, it wasn’t movie like, necessarily. Felix was surely clumsy in his movements, definitely revealed his lack of experience, but none of them paid mind. They’d only separate from each other to catch their breath, chests heaving in a chaos of nerves, while both were too shy to keep eye contact yet wanted nothing but see the other, see how they reacted to this moment, to what happened, to the first kiss they shared.

And against the noise of the movie that was rolling its never-ending story, it felt like, Felix could make out her voice, her breath hitting his skin in hot waves while she talked.

“You- you wanna get out of here?”

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Clothes were scattered on the floor, the wooden tiles hidden beneath shorts and skirts and panties. And there were sounds echoing, off the walls, one that would hopefully not wake any neighbours. And no, Felix has never, ever, done anything like this. He’d never even imagine hooking up with a girl right after kissing her for the first time, let alone when he was the one being a flushed and stuttering mess beside her, nervous to even look at her. So, what were the odds that he – sober, he might add – went for it, followed her through her apartment door, one that she rented by herself, and didn’t pull back when she kissed him, down his jaw and neck, when her hands started roaming across his body? When the first clothes fell, Felix nearly backed out. He was oh so nervous, scared to screw things up, scared to ruin it with his lack of experience. Sure, he’s had girlfriends, but only so much to say he definitely wasn’t confident in his skills. But she really didn’t seem to mind; not when she sighed softly against his lips, when his fingers danced on her skin, somewhat unsurely but with so much want that he made up for it. And definitely not with how her hips, slowly, so slowly he barely felt it, rolled against his, with the position they found themselves in, on the edge of the bed, Felix caught defeated as she nothing but straddled him, kept him in place. And he liked it, enjoyed how she didn’t mind leading whatever this would develop into.

“This okay?”

She was out of breath, clearly, and her eyes told him that she wanted this as much as him, though he found it hard to believe; after all his kisses were sloppy, breath hitching too often for his liking, and he sweated an unnormal amount. But her hands stayed at the metal of his belt, waiting for him to say the word, impatient to get both fully naked. It would be embarrassing when she’d slip the pants off him, he thought; seeing her in nothing but her underwear, matched in black which grazed her body so perfectly, caused Felix to nearly moan out at simply that – the little control he had left over his body surely disappeared at that sight. But he nodded nevertheless, sighed a small ‘yes’, in which he got a hum from her in return and his pants were gone in mere seconds. To his very own surprise he wasn’t scared, barely even nervous. The look she gave him and his body, the glance that played in her eyes when she caught the tent in his boxers, was nothing but addicting to the man, and he wanted her to look at him like this for all times coming.

Neck kisses. Another thing Felix couldn’t claim to having experienced, could never relate to when his friends desperately tried to cover hickeys, be it in school or because of parents, Felix simply never had to. Thinking about it now, his only game in the past years was never really intimate, there was never a lot of kissing or making out, as it was the case with her. he figured it was the lack of attraction and emotion to previous girls, and feeling the full thing right now – how her lips danced across the softness of his skin, skin so untouched and pure almost, that she couldn’t possibly not wanting to ruin the man. And how her hips never stopped grinding against his, subtly, though more urgent now that his pants were off, more impatient, he felt. And though Felix never thought he was the vocal kind in bed, he surely was whining and sighing away enough for him to grow embarrassed right this moment. Yes, feeling the full thing right now, with her, melting weak already without having came to the best part yet would always mark Felix in one way or another, this moment bound to be buried in his mind forever.

She was fully on top of him now. She was straddling him before already, yes, but this felt different. It felt overwhelming, as though someone cut off Felix airways, right in the middle, he thought. It was hard for him to breathe, hard for him to keep his eyes anywhere but her. She was topless now, completely, and Felix felt nothing but bad for staring – yet he couldn’t help it. Especially not when she looked like she wanted him to stare. She’s laid him down before she’s attacked his neck with more kisses, kisses that already went places which made Felix eyes roll back, places he never even imagined to feel as good as they did when in contact with fiery breath. And it all intensified when she took off his boxers, her panties, leaving them bare to the bone. Then she’s sat up, fully, looking down at him, arms reaching behind her to unclasp the restrains of her chest, and she’s looked at him so smugly, so knowingly that it took him all his willpower to not buck his hips up accidently from the sheer lust he felt. Was it embarrassing, how much he wanted her, how painfully hard he was beneath her?

She’s unclasped her bra eventually, letting it fall to the side of the bed almost comedically, just like you see it in movies, and while she giggled at her attempt to lighten the mood, Felix was nothing but a goner. And she realized, both the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at her like a premature teenage boy and the way his body tensed up, his dick twitching in his pants. And god was it adorable, how he couldn’t tear his eyes off, how his pupils widened when she – experimentally – let her hands wander around her own body, enjoying every bit of attention she was getting from him. She passed the mould of her chest, let her fingers dance around the shapes of her ribs and waist until she caressed hips and thighs, finally coming to the point where their bodies were connected. Not fully yet, not in the way they both wanted it so desperately. But it was too early for that, she wanted to make the boy struggle just slightly longer, make him a bit more of a mess than he was anyway already. So, her fingers crept up, ever so slowly, between her inner thighs, playfully squeezing and groping the flesh before her fingertips came in contact with her heat. And she watched as Felix inspected her every movement, how his face turned to one of pleasure without her touching him whatsoever. She kept going further, a bit, let her body move back, propping herself on Felix leg, to give him just that much of a better view. And her fingers deepened, disappeared inside her entirely, before she let out a sound so beautiful Felix never thought was possible. She was so addicting, so endearing in every way that he swore he’d be able to cum right on the spot, untouched. He kept watching her prop herself on top of him for what felt like hours, beautiful torture getting Felix impatient, his hands a mind of their own now as they started touching up on her. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, even, his hands only sort of grabbing at her body, squeezing her every curve, but she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, didn’t tell him off even when his hands snuck up her sides, soon caressing her breasts in a clumsy way that she’d almost chuckle out loud. But the feeling was too nice, his warm hands, ones that were bigger than her own and felt so different against her chest than she was used to it from herself, got her mind clouded, so much so that she couldn’t seem to care about the noises that slipped past her tongue, sounding so in sync with his own ones. She could only imagine how loud he be the moment he’d feel her around him, and a smirk danced around her lips at the simple thought of it.

Until she decided that it was enough, until her wetness started to slowly smear the insides of her thighs and his abdomen, until he’s felt so unbearably hard beneath her that her sympathy got the best of her.

“You ready.”, moaning the words, and Felix’d almost overhear them, so focused he was on her fingers plumping in and out of her, the lewd noises her pussy made making his chest tighten up. He looked up at her, and gave her a nod, maybe too quick, to enthusiastic, but he couldn’t get himself to care; he wanted her, in every sense of the word, in every way possible. So when she propped herself up a bit, hovering above him to allow him to slip inside – he felt like he’s entered heaven, the feeling so warm around him, so tight and deep he found himself lost. And it was embarrassing, surely, as so much about him tonight. After all he knew what it felt like to fuck someone, wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling, so the extent to which his eyes rolled back and his back arched and his whimpers grew louder was everything but put together, his figure a pathetic mess, only worsening when her hips started moving, grinding against him like she did before, with the only difference now that he’s felt her as close as never before, felt her everywhere around him. And it felt so good, so unbelievably that he both had the urge to just finally cum, especially after all the teasing and touching she’s played off for him, yet he simply and solely never wanted this feeling to end, ever. She varied between the movements of her hips, seeing how Felix reacted to certain things, where he liked to be touched, how he liked to be kissed. She had him figured out quickly so that when she lightly started bouncing against him with her hands steadied on his chest, she relished in the desperate moans and pleads he didn’t try to hide. And she loved how his hands were so constantly on her, without a break, how he somehow didn’t forget to caress her too, her skin, her boobs she noticed he had a thing for, even grazing at her clit with unsure fingers; yet he knew, and tried. And that attentiveness he showed, that subtle care and understanding was enough for her to soon join in on his sounds, sounds so lewd the neighbours surely knew now, and she felt herself so much closer to the edge, so much closer to where she wanted to end up all the way she first kissed him, seemingly hours back. And he wasn’t too far back, either, admittedly, it became a struggle for him already to hold off his orgasm, not wanting to ruin the night too early. So, when she whispered a quiet ‘I’m close’, eyes shut, her sweaty hands on his sweatier chest, bouncing always continuing; he almost let go, almost gave up and let the wave of pleasure wash him over. But he didn’t waited out this much longer, felt his dick twitching inside of her this much more desperate before suddenly her walls clenched around furiously and different than before, and he couldn’t possibly control himself, nor keep his composure. He felt himself relax, felt himself cum inside her while her eyes fell to the back of her head, thrusting one last time against him, riding out their highs until both whined out in overstimulation. Later on, both would keep that night as a fond memory, scenes of cuddles and showers and second and third and fourth rounds playing in their head, smiling and giggling when thinking back about that day.

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[onyourhyuck]

LOWLIFE. | L.DH | PART 3

— Prologue: “Fine…I’ll give you another chance…” He warns dangerously as you were already crossing his lines to the point you’ve pissed him off beyond measures. Just about when you were about to make it up to him he smirks at you. “Get on your knees,” he says. “You’re going to clean my shoes.” He chuckles watching your face and adds. “With your mouth.”

— Summary: Where your childhood enemy found your diary one day where you wrote all your dirty thoughts about Lee fucking Haechan.

— Genre: Probably the most filthiest thing I ever wrote. SMUT SMUT SMUT. Slight Dub-con. Everything’s consensual here but uh Haechan’s the biggest red fucking flag. Manipulative Haechan. Y/n is so obsessed. Shoe humping. Inappropriate use of mention shoe. Being called ‘Pet’ or ‘Toy’ multiple times. Dark dark smut. Slight angst(?) but mostly very filthy talk. Haechan is fucking terrible and mean to Y/n. Choking (light). Pet play(?). Cum play. Lots lots overstimulation here. Hair grabbing. Face slapping (very light here.) unprotected sex. Throat fucking (shoe receiving…)

— Notes: Part 3 ( I’m going to write an apology for traumatising my readers )

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You know you fucked up.

You weren’t expecting things to go south for you today but as per usual life was seemingly always going against you and your will to have a calm and peaceful day, you were planning to actually relax and do something with your life today. You went on a party event with your friend. Technically your friend invited you as a plus one and the word ‘invite’ is used lightly here. It was more like she kidnapped you and forced your to trend the event. It was a birthday party so people were celebrating and what not.

But then at the party your phone was going off and you were so invested and busy in the party with other people that you didn’t realise your screen flashing bright. You picked it up and soon realise In bold letters that you had not only one miss call — but about ten calls from a specific number Lee Donghyuck.

And not only miss calls he sent you spamming texts about asking where you are and why is your phone turned off? He literally had so many questions and it’s not like he cares about where you are. It’s not like those messages your significant other would text you, worrying about you when you’re outside not answering their messages oh god no it’s nothing like that.

Donghyuck was bored thats why he was texting you and calling you like a freaking mad man. He was bored and you know when he’s bored? He takes pleasures in doing those entertaining activities with you which is fucking you till you’re brain dead.

You told him today you can’t make it, in which he reacts poorly by asking you why not. And you tell him you’re at a party which only angers him more now that he now knows you chose a party event over him. He thought that your obsession that you have over him would make you quick on your knees running back to him whenever he calls you like you’re some puppy he has.

He really thought that you’d drop everything down for him. To come see him whenever he demands you to. But he was left with sheer disappointment and anger with you in his body especially on his raging heart now that you clearly made the decision to stay with your friend’s birthday party.

“I’m going to make you regret it y/n.” He said to himself as he sat in the room already planning on how to handle and deal with you later and the things that pop in his head, it could leave someone scarred for years to the point a therapy wouldn’t be helpful. He will make you regret it.

You were left with an unsettling feeling in your stomach actually. You saw him not responding to you because the last thing he said to you was wait till I see you again, and you didn’t reply to him because you were afraid of what’s to come. But even if your heart was feeling heavy with fear your lower body had to disagree quickly.

You were actually, intrigued to know what he was going to do.

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re fucking terrified. You know very well that when he meets you, you’re going to be a stuttering and scared ball full of anxiety and wrecking havoc that will come undone when he does whatever cruel thing he wishes to do and you’re aware by now the years you dealt with him bullying you; that when he makes his mind up on something. He does it without a question.

When you left the party to go home, you were met with a very angry silhouette running backwards and forwards in front of your house. He must’ve been ringing your door bell, banging on your door or something for the past half and hour, he still hasn’t left however. He was determined to see you for all the wrong reasons too. When you arrive out of your car you approach immediately after.

You swear the minute he spares you a glance you could just see how annoyed he is with you. The audacity of you making him come out of his house, to even see you is enough to make his blood boil. He isn’t one to chase after people, but here he is trying to meet up with you. Even though he wouldn’t do that with anyone else. If it’s you he just finds his body chasing after you and he solemnly hates you for it.

“Donghyuck?” You call out as the boy turning his back around to have a look at you. You wore a very pretty dress actually — it was quite revealing. He didn’t think it was a proper party but it seems like it was the case.

He rolls his tongue against the gripping wall of his cheeks. A habit he does when he’s annoyed. “You sure have some nerve to say my name right now.” He comes forward grabbing your wrist dragging you forward to make you look him in the eyes. You could tell he’s enraged. Angry a lot now more than usual. You somehow crossed his good patience. “After making me wait here. You stood me up.”

Donghyuck’s poor fragile ego couldn’t take that from you. Especially from someone as overally fucked up as you.

You bite your bottom lip watching the furious eyes looking at you like you’re about to regret for making him feel like this, like he was stood up and now he’s humiliated.

“I didn’t stood you up. I only said I can’t make it today.” You groan slightly trying to make sense of the situation that you’re in. But what did you expect? Lee Donghyuck, your now bully and childhood ex best friend to be tolerant and care of your situation?

His eyes widen, did you just talk back to him? He felt like he heard your first words now and somehow he can’t shake the feeling of you being like this to him. “Did you just — back chat to me?” He gasps letting out annoyed deep breaths. This was nothing like you. “Y/n I think you’re forgetting your fucking place here. I have your stupid diary. You wouldn’t want me to expose it to the world would you?”

“I am not your stupid boyfriend,” He would tighten the grip on your wrist he has pulling you forward with each word and syllables he says. “That you can speak back to,” Like he was making an emphasis point that you are walking on very very thin ice that could break any minute if you say and do the wrong thing right now. “Understand?”

You grew quiet watching him play you like this like you’re doing something so terrible that could be a crime. He’s treating you as if you were a child and somehow you didn’t like this. But you grew to realise he’s very much upset and somehow you feel awful for having to deal with him like this.

“Then what are we?” You suddenly say following your own heart instead of your logical head that would tell you to shut up and just obey him so he could leave you alone. But now you’re wondering. What are we? You and Donghyuck have a serious complex relationship.

You’re not lovers and you’re not friends. You used to be very good friends to the point you guys would be inseparable but somehow when he reached a certain age he left you behind and joined another set group of friends that leaves him abandoning you.

Ever since then he’s been picking on your relatively small self esteem. And somehow you grew romantic feelings for him the older he got and the more he starts to bully you. Or maybe you’ve always liked him since you were little and now your feelings only got more intense when you came to terms with them.

When you said those words ‘What are we?’ It only made Donghyuck grow quiet and he somehow grew angrier. He pushed you back a little as he lets out an annoyed laugh that you even asked him this question as if you weren’t allowed to question your relationship status with him. He never once thought of you in a romantic way. He never once saw you as a friend before. Heck, he didn’t even see you as anything else but an obsessed girl who has lustful intentions for him and it was just that.

So why was he so defensive when you asked him this?

“Why are you asking Hm? Did you perhaps mistake our time together as us getting closer?” Donghyuck follows your body moving backwards. The further he approached you so menacingly you feel yourself slipping away from reality. He has this dangerous look in his eyes.

His voice was so cold like the Antarctic Ocean beneath couldn’t compare to how cold and distant he spoke to you. “Did you really think you had a chance to be with me, Y/n? Oh sweet silly Y/n.” He mockingly said in such high pitches it makes your heart skip a beat when his hands found a way to wrap round you and push you against your door flatly with a slam.

“No… I just…”

You pause as you feel a bead sweating down your temple as he was trying to hear what you are going to say but you couldn’t bring yourself to say any words except stuttering singular words that did not form a proper conversational sentence in response, you slowly unlock the door and Donghyuck didn’t waste a time to come inside closing the door shut behind him but his gaze was on you. You could tell he was still very much furious and he wasn’t done with you. He wasn’t done with you at all. You’re bracing yourself for the next moment because now he is reaching for you wrist pinning you around when you were about to go away from his sight. You pushed on the wall dropping your purse and your heels were off your feet but just about barely he let you do anything else.

Donghyuck deeply warns. “You’ve crossed over to my bad side.”

You murmur anxiously. You can’t help but think that you don’t want to be on his bad side. It wasn’t even your intention to do that. “How do I… get on your good side?”

With your shaky eyes watching him by asking a genuine question the hand he’s grabbing your wrist with tightens by the increasing time and so has your heart. Your heart was skipping so hard against you that you could feel it bruising your rib cage by pressing it on your chest. And you knew your heart was racing so badly for the reason being Donghyuck’s eyes were watching you so closely.

Donghyuck’s eyes roll over, sighing.

He decided to be lenient on you since you’re asking so nicely how to get on his good side he wonders what things you would be able to do to make it back on the ‘nicer kinder’ side of him. He wonders. All sorts of taboo stuff you could do.

“Fine…I’ll give you another chance…” He warns dangerously as you were already crossing his lines to the point you’ve pissed him off beyond measures. Just about when you were about to make it up to him he smirks at you. “Get on your knees,” he says. “You’re going to clean my shoes.” He chuckles watching your face and adds. “With your mouth.”

Those words leave his beautiful and sweet pleasing mouth and you were felt into a dilemma between your own consciousness and your self desire to please Donghyuck and you never had this problem before. You somehow couldn’t help but fall for his deep hypnotising and intense stare tells you how serious he was — he was gravely serious with you. And somehow this was a punishment for you at the same time you feel your stomach twisting with arousal for this humiliation he’s place down on you. He saw you going on your knees in that pretty slim fitting dress of yours hugging at every curve your body has. Donghyuck took the time taking in your beautiful presence. You were indeed beautiful tonight.

Somehow it just irks him more knowing you dressed up this pretty for a stupid party, but you couldn’t dress up like this to meet him?

Your face comes closer to his shoe hesitantly moving. Your face moved back and forth as if you were at a tug of war between yourself. You couldn’t make a decision if you should do it or not do it. Donghyuck grew tired of your double game and he pressed his foot closer on your lips.

The shoe was thick and black. Leather. It was shiny and you could just see the way his beautiful long legs were stretching to your face he was starting to become impatient.

“Go on,” He urges you darkly. “Suck on it like you suck on my cock you whore.”

And you did it.

As much as it was embarrassing to put away the mental image of your mouth sucking on the tip of his shoe letting all your wet saliva and drool coating it you occasionally glance up seeing Donghyuck’s expression darken as if he was enjoying this so much you could tell he has an evil intent behind those black eyes of his watching you so intensely suck on the leather shoe. And like that he wraps behind his hands on your hair rounding it in a ponytail so he could watch how clearly your tongue pushes on the surface of the leather tip. Your tongue smoothens the surface and you found yourself moaning around his shoe shape when Donghyuck’s eyebrows tighten putting his foot down on your throat.

The humiliation you feel is so real it shakes you up making you nervous knowing you’re here sucking on your bully’s shoe just so you could get on his good side and he knew this was a punishment for you but he also knows how much you love him being this way which is why, he feels like it’s okay to do this, to see you break down and to see you becoming his little puppet for his all desires. The diary was enough proof he found out to know how fucked you are. And you don’t dare deny it either. Instead you continue to lick his shoe clean not leaving a spot on it that’s not been done and fixed by your reddish tongue. He swore he could see you imagining this on his precious cock that you so worship and crave.

He’s going to have his fun with you now,

“That’s it.” Donghyuck says with long singing trail on his voice. He saw a shiver sent down your back and goosebumps reappear on your skin as you hear him speak to you.

He loves the effect his words have on you. “You’d do anything to get back on my good side won’t you? Because you love how mean I can be to you.” He answered for you. He knows you all too well.

He has you figured out from the moment he read your secret diary. All the filth you dream to do with him. To him. Him to do to you. Everything.

You choke between the leather shoe folds and he suddenly pulls back on your hair that he created a ponytail round his fist. He saw the dirt and the drool going down your chin making you look ten times more pathetic as well as your half eye lidded open on your face shows how much you were enjoying this a lot more than you anticipated, licking and sucking on his shoe. Cleaning it up until there was nothing else.

He gravely denies anything he feels for you, but when he sees you like this he cannot deny it any longer than you are looking desirable. To hurt. To corrupt.

You’re nothing but his toy. His pet to please him. His toy when he wants something to play with.

“Take a look at yourself,” he growls. “Dirty girl. You claim to be so innocent but you’re so wrong for that.” Donghyuck drops your head leaving your long locks along and then staring at you.

You close your mouth into a thin line as he reprimanded you. All the time.

“Be a good pet now and fuck on yourself, on the drool on my shoe.” He demands.

You didn’t even hesitate anymore because you’re just so broken now and in the submission he put you in you have no choice left to deny him and his requests. No matter how morally wrong it is. He wants you to fuck his shoe and you did exactly that when your thighs spread open. Your slim short and fitting dress made this look ten times more appealing to Donghyuck knowing you wore panties underneath. The wetness on the shoe that came from your mouth was warm and when it contacts on your clothed clit it creates a warm moan coming out your lips and Donghyuck stands still watching you jump up and down on his leg.

You’re humping him dry but even so you grew so far wet between your panties quickly and you know this by now. Donghyuck has the special effect on making you wet beyond anything else you’ve experienced he just does anything attractive to your eyes. The way you’re moaning out shamelessly losing your own moral authority. You just didn’t care about anything else but pleasing Donghyuck. To make him forgive you for not choosing him over that stupid party because you know — deep inside he is still upset over that decision you made. He should be your first choice. First priority. First to be on your mind. That’s how it should be to Donghyuck. “You’re nothing but a bitch in heat.” He claims.

You wish you could say no that’s not right. It’s not correct. It’s not the truth.

But you found yourself liking the way he degrades you. And you feel ashamed that you do, because the more he disrespects you the more you find yourself getting turned on.

Your moans were a response he loves seeing and he doesn’t need words he just needs you moaning senselessly until your voice breaks and you lose it all. Maybe that will teach you on not speaking back to him, he thought. He should just make you lose your voice and have you scream his name all night until you start getting the whole point across here that he isn’t a second option.

He’s the only choice you have.

“It feels… so good…!” Your hands rug the fingertips on his jeans that he is wearing. They tightly embrace all his long legs he has and you swear he might be ninety percent legs and the rest would be everything else. You always loved that however, his body proportions were admirable and heavenly to gaze upon from the lower angle you could just see the perfect perching harden bulge in his jeans and your hands squeezing the thighs because of how much pleasure was doing to your body simply dry humping the shoe between your thighs and legs. You love the more he purposely touches the leather tip on your clip and stomps on it you found yourself moaning more.

‘You’re such a masochist’ ,Donghyuck thought.

“May I come..?” You breathlessly ask him as you feel your heart race quicken because of how close you were to becoming undone right there and then. You didn’t want to even ask but you knew you had to. Donghyuck was the one in control and it shows how well you’re starting to get it in your small air brain that he is in control.

He looks at you thinking if he should let you. But then he mockingly tells you, “Go on then. It’s the only thing you’re good at.” He said it so cruelly. The only thing you’re good at?

He saw you as a cum bucket nothing else.

You feel your voice squeak as you let out a wave of orgasm rush thought your body and you were simply creaming your panties so much it would leak out of your panties and get on his leather shoes. It made a mess. Even your flooring was now leaking with your orgasm bodily liquid you produced. He swore he grew harder in his pants knowing you were such a mess now and he hasn’t even fucked you. It’s been you doing the fucking job.

You really are down bad for him and you let him know by acting like this.

He wasn’t done with you. Donghyuck wasn’t done with showing you what happens when you treat him like the way you did today and he’s about to show you why you should not do so exactly. In the future he won’t be as nice as he’s being to you now. If by any chance in the future you would do this again he will do a lot of things without question to you and you won’t be left without much choice. He could really lose it and he’s holding you accountable for it. Right now you feel your face grabbed between his hand and squeezing it he grabs you by your neck later pushing you on the stairs. He spreads your legs and he starts to play his fingers in and out of the remaining cum in your cream pussy.

He darkly taunts. “Look at you enjoying this.” He can’t help but think you love pissing him off with the way your body was reacting. “I bet you wanted to upset me on purpose didn’t you?” He said watching you and you bite your lip shaking your head.

“N-no…” you reply to him quietly. You were so timid right now and the way you can’t believe your body was betraying you like this.

He scoffs not believing you at all. “Don’t lie to me Y/n. It will only get worse for you from here on if you do.”

You murmur. “I did not.”

Donghyuck saw you answer back and he raised an eyebrow finding this awfully amusing. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are now.

“Look at me.”

He brings his hand forward softly slapping your cheek to make you look at him as he saw you were avoiding to meeting his eyes when he tried to speak to you. The slaps he gave on your cheek were both small and weak but they did leave a stinging sensation on your cheek which surprised you. Somehow you let out an unanticipated moan as he slaps you and it shocks you to know you moaned at it. You really are a masochist.

Donghyuck darkly grins watching you moan as he slapped your face and he hums tauntingly once more. He was so condescending you weren’t sure if he was joking or if he was serious.

You finally look up at him.

“You really are the worst of the worst Y/n. You say I’m the biggest Lowlife.” He trails laughing now as he unbuckled his lower clothing letting the jeans fall to the ankles. He’s about to fuck you on your stairs whether you like it or not is up to your discretion. But it looks like there won’t be a bed today for you or for him. Donghyuck wants to take you right here and now.

The stairs were an absolute disaster to do this activity as you were simply struggling to stay still and up enough to angle your body correctly in the position however Donghyuck shown no care for this other than fucking you completely out. He continues to speak as he pauses when his cock slowly aligned to your pussy that’s letting out the remaining bodily liquid you wet his shoes over with. “But I think you are the biggest lowlife here between me and you.”

To him you were even worse than he is because you’re enjoying this. You’re not stopping him. You’ve not told him to stop and even if you didn’t he would know when to do so. But you never once, asked and questioned the things he does to you. It’s like you are the hidden Lowlife who hides that they actually are. Ironically you’ve been saying Donghyuck is one. When it might be you all alone.

“But don’t you worry,” He says babying you in such a fake and sweet tone that makes your brain melt away. “Your secrets safe with me. Just like your stupid diary will be forever with me.”

You close your eyes at the forging pleasure he is causing your lower body to take in and become his literal usable flashlight. You were a toy that he would use and use and never get tired of because you’re the most unpredictable person he ever met. He’s never expected you to grow into such an innocent face but become such a lustful soul he could ever gaze upon on meeting paths with.

Donghyuck can’t deny that you out of all people he’s glad it’s you that he found the diary from. Because he wouldn’t have been enjoying his time breaking you every single time you and him do this. He blames you for getting him so addicted to hurting you like this and even so, you still have those romantic feelings for him.

It’s starting to rub off on him too.

Ramming into your pussy he didn’t leave a moment where his pace shows a time of stopping or slowing he was just so rough and straightforward with you perhaps because he’s trying to make this seem as a punishable offence from what you’ve done. He hasn’t forgotten what you’re here for. But then again you find yourself losing control and eventually you’re melting under him with the heat growing on your face and your voice was raising up with each octave you have. He made sure to have you screaming his name before he will fill you up.

Or maybe he won’t fill you up today.

Donghyuck’s dark eyes glisten with lust for you and he saw your expressions with the way your eyebrows furrow together and press together and the way your face rests on his nape as he keeps thrusting inside you with his thick cock stretching you wide enough you couldn’t get even on the ground of the stairs. You were sliding off them occasionally and you tried your best to remain seated still for him as you didn’t want your owner to hold you accountable for disobeying him. The least thing you want is to upset Donghyuck again.

And somehow you found yourself viewing him as your owner the more you do this with him.

He groans when he’s super close and he sees you holding right onto him. Donghyuck must’ve lost his mind a little a while ago because when he saw you pressing your forehead on his shoulder spewing out your tears he couldn’t help but press harder finding your tears to be arousing.

He’s getting turned on by your cries now, and somehow Donghyuck felt an overwhelming sense of urgency to finish and check on you. This wasn’t like him to be able to finish quickly just so he could check if you’re okay. But then again you were starting to rub on him with your ridiculous feelings.

He pulls out before he released and then quickly wanks his heavenly cock in front of you to stain your black fitting dress with his white remains. You pull back resting there panting as your eyes were streaming tears down your cheek.

And you could see a soften gaze as he watches you silently. At first you found it awkward when he’s watching you with a softer and slightly kinder expression than before. Usually he didn’t spare you a second glance and he would focus on changing and then he dips away from you the moment he orgasms. But now he isn’t showing signs of leaving and he watches your tears dribbling down your face and on your thighs and dress.

There was something so different about Donghyuck now as he asks you quietly but very firmly showing he was serious.

He stares at you as he spoke. “Do you still love a Lowlife like me?”

And your heart skips a beat as he was questioning your feelings for him.

“Yes.” You faintly reply.

He looks away from you still in disbelief but now his heart was racing away from your answer. How can you still like him? He’s only been so insufferable to you for years now and you’re here still with your feelings remaining the same.

No matter what he does, you’re going to love him.

He scoffs out with conducing laugh. “You’re nothing but entertainment for me you do know that? The only reason I’m keeping you around is for your body.”

You stare at him raising your eyebrows. Even if that may be true you can’t help but think he was feeling something for you few minutes ago. You swear you saw his eyes change and soften when watching you earlier.

Donghyuck saw your silence and he stands up pulling up his jeans and buckling back the belt on. “I don’t expect you to care.” He states. “Because you’re only a whore who would do anything to open their legs for me.”

“But please,” He throughly states as he walks to the door opening it for himself now so he could leave in a matter of time. When he turns to you he looks back at you with more coldness than you could imagine. “If you cross over to my bad side again, I can’t say I warned you.”

“I won’t be as lenient with you as I was today.” He told you and you feel your brain shiver from just imagining what he could do to you. “I’ll show you how much of a Lowlife I can be if you do double cross me again.”

And it’s a promise he will keep.

Leaving you nothing but alone on your stairs alone, fucked out and stained with his load on your pretty dress as he slams the door shut. His words leaving a cold mark on your heart.

‘How much longer can I love a lowlife like him?’ You thought to yourself.

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STARGAZING-> L.HSG

->bff!Heeseung x gn!reader ->wc- 819 >FLUFF,little bit angst

Prompt -> “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

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a/n- This is requests,so yep yep,i kinda wanna rewrite the ends or continue this story but idk

Taglist- @dimplewonie , @heetoldme

Heeseung, your dearest and closest friend. He’s been a big part of your life, since you’ve known him from the beginning of high school till now.

But still after all these years spent together did you expect him to fall in love with you? Of course not.

He has seen you at your lowest and highest points in life. For example, when your first love broke your heart and you cried on his shoulder for days. Or when you won competitions that you thought you could never win in the first place. Heeseung has always been there for you and you’ve always been there for him. Best friends through thick and thin.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest side profile?" you said while looking at him from the side. You weren't lying when you said that. He really had a really nice and defined face, which made everyone fall for him even more.

You both decided to stargaze in the middle of the night at a random park that you found. You both were sitting on a very uncomfortable bench with some distance between you both, but the night was too beautiful for some bench to ruin it. Apparently tonight is a star shower, which is why Heeseung begged for you to come and watch it with him. It's better to do it in company than all alone in your room. Even better if you’re doing it with the person who made you a better version of yourself.

"Oh so my side profile is pretty? You're like the most beautiful thing here, prettier than every star i’ve looked at today, " Heeseung smiled at you while leaning his back on the bench. His statement caught you off guard. You stared at with furrowed brows. Was he flirting with you?

"This sounds a lot like you're flirting with me," you said nervously while looking back at the sky. You weren't even flustered, it was more like a confusion.

"I have been trying to do that for three years now," he said, which made you look at him in fast motion. Three years? He’s never been the flirty type with you. He’s never even showed any interest in you. So what was he talking about now?

"What are you talking about?" you said your thoughts aloud and looked up confused at him. You only saw him as a best friend and nothing more. At least that is what you thought now. I'm not talking about times in the past when he made you flustered with all his actions and words. But you’ve always put those feelings far away in a fear of making him uncomfortable.

"Y/N, I know we’ve been best friends for more than four years now and we made that stupid friendship pact where we can't date or fall for each other, but laws are made to be broken. So I say, let's give us a chance,” Heeseung said as his eyes finally left yours. He fully remembers the day you both made the agreement. It was at your one-year friendship anniversary and you both made it in fear of losing your great friendship, but still to him you’ve always been more than just a best friend.

He was now nervously shaking his leg, hoping that he didn’t just break your long-built friendship over the bold comment he just made. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. But you just nervously chuckled, not giving him an answer and looking up at the sky. Your head was flooded with so many thoughts, making you more flustered than ever.

You knew what your heart wanted but you were still scared. Maybe it's time to give it a chance? But if you say yes and it doesn't work, there is no turning back.

You knew you made Heesung wait too long for your answer, but he wasn’t showing any kind of complaints. Just looking up in the sky and giving you your own space thinking about your decision.

Just then a star fell down from the sky and you knew it was a sign. A smile formed on your face and you turned your head towards Heeseung whose eyes were closed now, enjoying the chilly air blowing in his face.

"So I think I will give us a chance, but let’s try it for fourteen days. If we aren't working out then it’s not for us and we stay friends. Deal?" you said and smiled at him. Heeseung's eyes flew open at your answer. He turned his head toward you and opened his mouth. "Fourteen days, huh? So we can call today our first day, because i think this is a perfect evening for a beginning of something new" he said and giggles left your lips. Deep down you knew you both would work out and the next two weeks were going to be a rollercoaster

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"I'm Glad I Did"

Draco Malfoy x Reader

WordCount: 4k

You and Draco have been married 19 years now, but the start of your relationship did have a bit of downs but eventually you life started to look up as the years went on and you both couldn't be happier.

You and draco have been married  for 19 years now, it was rough in the beginning of your relationship, especially being in different houses. Him being in slytherin and you being in hufflepuff. You were a pureblood that was from overseas and moved to hogwarts in your 5th years that was when you first met.

Quick flash back 

 You were walking down the hall rushing to the library, you woke up a bit later than usual and were running late to meet a friend to help with their homework. As you were running you bumped into someone

Boy: watch where you going

 He then got up, as he was getting up you followed him with your eyes till they met him, you stared at them for a long time admiring them till you snapped out of it.

Y/N: oh my goddess i am so so sorry i wasn’t watching were i was going and i didnt mean to run into you

You saying all this while trying to pick up tha books you had ended up you then look up at him again this time he was the one staring at you causing you to panic

Y/N: oh my gosh is there something on my face

You rubbing your face trying to get whatever you thought may be stuck to it, then looking back at him 

He then started to blush realising he had been caught staring at you 

Boy: n-no i was just looking to see if you needed help

That made you stop panicking, you saw his robes after you bumped, you knew they were green which surprised you even more he would wanna help you

Y/N: you wanna help me?

Boy: Y-yeah it was also my fault i was really looking either 

He then knelt in front of you to help pick up you books, you couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in your chest when he help you

You then saw him look up at you causing you to look down and continue picking up your books. Once all your books were picked up you got up and so did he then handing you books back to you.

Y/N: thank you for the help

Boy: no worries it was the least i could do

 He was about to walk away before you stopped him 

Y/N: HEY, could i get you name you never told me 

Boy: you don't know who I am 

He said in a confused tone as if i was suppose to know it 

Y/N: sorry i'm new here so i don’t know everyone in my year yet,

He then made a face in relation as if the pisces just started to fit together 

Boy: no wonder i didn't recognise you, you new duh?

He started to laugh at himself but you decided to stop him since he still hadn’t answer your previous questions 

Y/N: you still haven’t told me your name stranger  

You giggle at him 

Boy: oh right, My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy

Y/N: well thank  you Draco Malfoy for your help 

You then put out you free hand to give him a hand shake

Y/N: My name is Y/N L/N nice to meet you 

End flashback 

That was the first time you had met him and you both admitted it was both the best days of your life and the most life changing. Over the years you got to know each other more and more and since you were pure blood it was easy to talk to him. Most of the Syltherin didn’t mind you coming around but some did give you looks such as Pansy Parkinsons. You really hated her. She always had something to say to you, even though you were nothing but nice to her.

Your mother always taught you to never let anything get to you and if someone was bullying you to always kill them with kindness. But that never alway ways worked. One particle day really got you and you didn't leave you room the whole day not even for classes which worried draco

Flash back 

Draco Pov 

Apparently Draco had been looking for you and came all the way to the hufflepuff common room to try and look for you. Even waiting for a hufflepuff near the entrance to get to you since he wasn’t friends with anyone from your house besides you. He  stoped a hufflepuff girl and ask about you

Draco: Hey, by any chance do you know Y/N L/N 

Girl: Yeah ofc everyone knows her, why?

Draco: i just haven't seen her all day and im getting worried 

The girl then made a nervous face, saying that she knew where you were 

Draco: w-what happen to her you clearly know

Girl:... she been in her room all day we don’t know what's wrong she won’t talk to anyone from any year and the whole house is worried about her 

Draco then made a worried expression what could have happened to you to make you stay in your room all day 

Draco: can you please let me in i need to see her and see if she's okay 

The girl thought for a moment then decided to let draco in, probably knowing you two were friends. No one would stop talking about the slytherin prince always hanging out with the sweet hufflepuff princess

The girl knocked on the barrel as the password and let draco in, she then let draco up into the girls dormitory and led him to Y/N rooms

Y/N pov

You were laying face down on the bed eye still full of tears, you havent been able to stop crying all day. Usually you didn’t let anything bother you this much but this one particular thing really got you and you were doubting yourself more then ever 

As you were crying you hear a know at the door, thinking it was another hufflepuff house mate being worried you tried to shoo them away 

Y/N: please go away i said i was fin 

The knocking stopped but a voice you recognised surprised you 

Draco: Hey, it me i've been worried about you all day can i please come in to see you 

You contemplated not letting him in but in the end you decided there was no point fighting it. Anyone could have unlocked your room but everyone was too considerate to try but draco with all the worry you could hear in his voice you knew he’d come in either way 

So you got out of bed, made your way to the door, unlocked it then headed back to laying facing away from the door . Draco immediately entered the room and looked around to find you laying in your bed. He made his way towards you and decided to sit down in your bed

Draco: what's got you all down in the dumps love

You always had a weakness for the nickname he gave you 

Y/N: nothing you should be worrying about, you can go now 

You still won’t look in his direction trying to hide the tears flowing from your eyes, at this point draco was more worried than ever so he decided to get in your personal space. He grabbed you shoulder softly and encouraged you to face him.

And you didn't really didn’t have it in you to fight him off so you turned to face him. ONce he saw the tear in your eye his heart broke and he leaned down towards you and gave you a hug and you gave him a hug back and ended up crying even more.

Draco: What happened to love?

Y/N: you’ll think it’s stupid 

You said still crying 

Draco: nothing you ever say will be stupid to me 

You stayed silent for a bit and draco waited patiently for you to tell him 

Y/N: someone came up to me yesterday asking why someone like you would want to hang around me. I tried to defend myself by saying we're friends but then she said no that can’t be it's probably because I'm your pet since I seem to follow you around. 

You decided to sit up and sit next to him but you couldn't look him in the eye, scared that maybe you were just a pet to him. There was always a saying that every slytherin had their pet hufflepuff and maybe you weren't friends. Maybe you were just a dumb pet.

Draco then gently held you chin and pulled it to face your face so that you now facing him,  the expression he was showing wasn’t one of malice but one of someone who was really worried and cared for you 

Draco: Who said this?

Y/N: I dont wanna tell you

Draco: please tell me love who said this to you 

You paused for a moment contemplating in the end you told him 

Y/N: it was your friend Pansey 

Draco got up from where he was sitting and started to pace angrily, you thought he was mad at you so you decided to apologise for telling him, that made him stop pacing and kneeled in front of you

Draco: I'm not mad at you love i could never be mad at you. I'm mad that my own friend called you my pet, you are not my pet. You're not my pet, you my dearest friend.

It made you happy to hear you weren't some pet to him but you were also sad that he only saw you as a friend since if you had to tell the truth you were madly in love with him ever since you first bumped into him. You looked draco in the eye and noticed he was getting a bit nervous and this worried you 

Y/N: draco are you okay you look nervous, did io do something 

Draco immediately looked back at you 

Draco:no no you didn’t…i just don’t know if i should tell you something 

You gave out a sigh of relief that you didn’t do anything wrong but you were still worried for draco 

Y/N: draco you know you can tell me anything, you worried ill get mad, sad or uncomfortable you'll never make me feel that way so please whatever you gt too tell me get it off your chest

Even though you were worried what he had to say to you, what you said was true you'd always be there for draco no matter what especially how he had been here for you today 

Draco took a deep breathe then spoke 

Draco: y/n l/n i've been in love with you ever since i first laid eyes on you and i would like for you to be my girlfriend. But if you don't feel the same i will gladly stand by your side as your friend  

That left you speechless for a moment then pure joy and happiness just flowed through you body that you flung yourself to draco giving him the most bone crushing hug. You then pulled away and gave him a passionate kiss you've always wished for. You pulled away making eye contact with draco giving him the biggest smile you've ever given. Even bigger when he had given you a puffskein for your birthday 

Draco: i'll take that as a yes then

Y/N: 100 times yes i'll be your girlfriend and also i've loved you since that day too draco i really have 

You both just sat on the floor looking at each other happily until draco broke the silence 

Draco: come on let's head to dinner i think it just started and i dont think you've eaten all day 

You couldn’t say anything just out of pure happiness so you nodded, he took your hand lead you out of your room towards the great hall and the whole way there you never let go of his hand and he never made an attempt to stop either. Once you got to the great hall you were about to let go of his hand and head towards the hufflepuff table but before he could he spoke

Draco: Would you wanna come and sit with me?

Even though you've known draco for a year now you've never sat with him feeling you weren’t welcomed by his friend’s so this surprised you 

Y/N: Are you sure? 

Draco: of course i'm sure, now come on let's get you something to eat

He led yo9u towards the slytherin table which caused most people in the great hall to start looking your way and to whisper to each other especially the slytherin’s. Once you sat down draco started to make your plate which you thought was so sweet since he remembered your favourite food. Once he made you plate he gave it to you so you decided to start eating you noticed he wasn’t so you decided to give him some of your food 

Getting some of your favourite food you decided to feed him, and he gladly accepted which made you smile. But the moment was ruined by someone slamming their hand on the table which got yours and draco’s attention 

Pansey: What the hell is she doing here?

She looked at draco then turned to you to speak 

Pansey: And what are you doing feeding my dracy huh? 

You didn't wanna start a fight so you stayed slightly. You were still upset about what she said so you didn't really wanna look at her. Draco seeing that you were getting upset again decided to stand up for you 

Draco: pansey what is wrong with you speaking to her like that 

Pansey: b-but dra-

Draco: no buts pansy your not allowed to treat her like that, especially now that she’s my girlfriend

Hearing this your turned back to look at draco, you thought you'd have to keep the relationship a secret since draco was always a prideful person but guess you were wrong

Pansey: t-thats a lie why would you be with her a not me a pureblood whos in slytherin 

Draco: because pansy she's a sweet,kind, caring person who is considerate for everyone even slytherin’s. And your a cruel and bitter obsessive person who doesn’t understand i will never be with you

At that last sentence pansey started to cry and ran out of the great  hall, everyone in the room was left speechless even you but draco wasn’t done

Draco: THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY GIRLFRIEND OR YOUR NEXT 

After that he sat back down next to you and all you could do was stare at him, after that day you knew he truly loved you 

As the years went on things never got easy especially during the war draco had to be with his parents and you understood that and never got mad at him for it. Even after the war was over people still looked at him as a death eater but you never did and you always told him.

Once the war was over draco found you and asked you to marry him and you said yes. The time apart you spent when he was on the other side broke you and made you realise you couldn't live without him 

Married life was amazing. Instead of moving into malfoy manor draco got a cottage in france where you could live in peace, far from people who may still have malice for draco or death eaters who may want revenge.  Draco's mother was always supportive of the marriage seeing that you did some good for him but his father never approved of you even though you were pure blood he just saw you as a lowly hufflepuff.

But with Draco's constant love and reassurance it never got to you again and you both lived happily.  Draco became a position master and opened a shop in hogsmeade to sell potions to people who are in need and people are always referred to him when they need a potion. As for you you opened a herbologiest and botanist opening a store where you would grow and sell plants. Which worked really well with your husband's store, you were always his go to supplier.

After 8 years of working and marriage you both finally decided to have a child since you were both feeling ready and more than financially stable. 9 months later scorpius malfoy was born he had his father's hair for sure but he had your eyes draco said.

Having scorpius kept you busy meaning you had to hire people for your store which sadden you a little bit since you wouldn't be working as often but you didn't mind if it mean more time with your son. As soon as scorpius was able to walk draco bought him his first broom which you were mad about but you later got over seeing how happy scorpius was.

5 years later you found out you were pregnant again which excited scorpius so much seeing as he always wanted a sibling mainly a little brother but you had to tell him that it might be a sister.

Scorpius: what do you mean he might be a girl, i want a brother not a sister 

Y/N: i know you do sweetie but i can’t control if we have a boy or a girl so you have ot wait a see 

After hearing we couldn't do anything about the gender he sat in his room sulking for a bit until he heard his father come home. Immediately he forgot all about it.

As the month went by, Scorpius was more open to the idea of a sister but he still wanted a brother. But you a draco didn’t mind as long as the baby was healthy

9 months later a baby girl named  Astra Malfoy was born, she also had a malfoy hair which you were not surprised about the gene was just too strong not to come through. As soon as you got the okay to go home you immediately wanted to introduce her to scorpius.

Y/N: Hey, darling do you mind getting scorp so we can introduce him to Astra 

Draco: of course love 

He gave you a kiss on the forehead before heading upstair to grab scorp, you immediately heard little footsteps running from upstair to the stairs then they stopped right in front of you 

Y/N: hey there sweetie ready to meet your baby sister 

Scorpius: It's a girl?

Y/N: yeah she is i hope that's okay

You immediately lowered yourself so that scorpius could see Astra and the moment he say her you knew he didn’t mind at all. 

19 years after the war

Today scorpius  was heading to hogwarts and to say he was excited was an understatement 

Scorpius: come on mom were gonna be late 

He said as he was pulling you hand trying to make you move quicker

Y/N: we can't go through the wall just yet scorp we have to wait for your father, you know he wants to go through with you 

As you both were waiting for Draco and Astra scorps excitement turned into worry 

Scorpius: hey mom, do you think ill make any friends 

As little sad scorpius thought he wouldn’t make any friends, you knelt down to his height to look him in the eyes as you talk

Y/N: of course you’ll make friends scorp, you the most funny, amazing and fun kid to be around who wouldn’t want to be your friend

At hearing you words he started to smile more but his smile grew even wider when he looked behind you 

Draco: what happening here

He said as he put Astra down, even though she was 6 years old she's still a daddy's girl 

Y/N: i was just telling our amazing son here that he doesn’t need to worry about not making friends cause he’s so amazing 

Draco then looked at scorpius and knelt down to his height 

Draco: your mother is right you know any kid would be lucky to be your friend 

Scorpius smiled again then gave draco a big hug

Draco: well be better be going through that wall now before we miss your train son 

And just like that they got ready with the trolly, scorpius looked scared to go through but draco encouraged him and told him they would do it together and just like that they disappears throught the wall.

Astra looked at the wall amazed 

Astra: where did they go mummy 

Y/N: they went to platform and 9 ¾  and we should be going too 

Astra looked worried too but you told her she would be find and that you'd hold her hand as you went through 

Y/N: let's get a running start okay 

Astra: okay 

So you both decided to run through the wall and once through the nostalgia and wonder hit you once again. Seeing the train once again was magical and it made you nearly tear up 

Astra: wow this is amazing mummy, did you get to ride the train too 

Y/N: yes i did and so did your father, but let's go find them so we can say bye to your brother 

As you were trying to find your husband and son you saw so many familiar faces even though you weren't friends with all of them a lot of them remembered you which was heartwarming to think you made such an impact in their life that they’d remember you. 

Walking through the crowds of students and parents saying goodbye you finally found them 

Y/N: getting on the train before saying goodbye to your dear mother 

Scorpius started to laugh at you silliness 

Scorpius: i would never dream of it mum 

He then walled up to you giving you a big bone crushing hug and you returned it with a kiss on the head 

Scorpius: i already said bye to dad and told him i'll miss him. But i'm gonna really miss you too mum 

Y/N: and i'm gonna miss you so much too sweetie we both will, just promise me not to get into too much trouble 

Scorpius gave you a mischievous grin telling you that he probably wasn’t going to keep the promise long 

Scoprius: of course mum i will 

After giving him one last hug and draco giving him one too, Astra decided it was her turn to say bye as well

Astra: im going to miss you 

Scrpous: and ill miss you too 

Astra started to cry which broke your and draco’s hearts, but scorpius being a good brother that he is comforted her 

Scorpius: dont worry Astra i promise to write you every week and ill also be coming back for the holidays so don't cry so much okay 

Wiping her tears away she say’s

Astra: do you promise 

Scorpius: I promise 

After saying goodbye the train's whistle started to sound indicating it was time to get bored, you watched as Scorpius got on the train and found a sit waving to you as the train left. After all the struggles you and draco had you finally had your happily ever after with two beautiful kids 

Draco picked up Astra and held your hand indicating to head home 

Y/N: do you think he’ll be okay 

You say looking at draco

Draco: i think he’ll do heart, he has his mothers kindness and patience as well as his father amazing good looks

At that comment you started to laugh, your daughter was a it confused as to why you were laughing but she smiled at the comment 

Astra: why are you laughing mummy, daddy is very handsome

Y/N: i know sweetie, he is but let's not say it to much or else daddy might get a bigger forehead

Draco gave out a fake offended gasp as if saying you really did hurt his feelings but you knew he was being dramatic 

Draco: hey you chose to say yes when i asked you to marry me 

Y/N: and i'm glad i did 

At that you gave him a kiss on the lips which caused Astra to giggle

Astra: you two love each other very much 

Draco: yes we do my little star we do 

Y/N: and we love you and your brother too

The End

[armywriter]

Needy

Pairing: BTSmember!reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut

Warning: desperate reader, cocky Jungkook, dirty talk, dumbification, reader gets called whore and doll, fingering, p in v, doggy position, oral (fem. receiving), creampie, squirting

Living as a celebrity isn’t as nice as everyone thinks. You have paparazzi following you everywhere in public, that’s why I prefer just staying inside in the dorm of my group BTS. The boys and I were close friends and loved doing things together but also letting each one having their own space. We all got back from practice late tonight, at around 11 pm. Ever since this morning, I just couldn’t help but feel intensely horny. You don’t really get any chances to get laid when you can’t get out to meet other people.

Most of my members already took a shower by now and went to bed, but I tried to keep my thoughts busy by scrolling through my phone for a while now. I sat on the sofa in the living room, occasionally squeezing my legs together like I’ve been the whole day trying to get some friction. Checking the time to find out it was already 2 am by now, I figured I would just go to sleep and it would be gone by tomorrow. I was wrong. I couldn’t even make it till tomorrow because the hornyness kept me up all night long. I squirmed around in my bed, turning around for the ninth time in a row. I was feeling so hot that I only wore an oversized shirt from Jungkook by now, which I stole while doing the laundry. Jungkook… how would he be in bed? Definitely a dom… and how would his long fingers feel ? I felt my pussy clenching around nothing as my thoughts wouldn’t stop. How could I imagine something like this about my bestfriend?

Another ten minutes had passed, as I couldn’t hold on anymore and not a single thought could stay clear. I stood up from my bed, opened the door of my room and went down the corridor to Jungkook’s room. I knocked lightly on his door and entered his room shortly after. The moonlight peeked through his window onto his bed. I knew that Jungkook didn’t sleep with his shirt on, but I’ve never actually saw it. It was breathtaking and I swear I was shaking from my needs by now. “Hey Jungkook, I just had a bad nightmare could we maybe cuddle together?”, I lied to him just to get some warmth. “Sure, hop in”, he answered as he held up his blanket so I could get under it with him. I slipped into his bed and cuddled into his stomach as we laid in spoon position.

We both stood still for a moment, I eventually closed my eyes in hope to fall asleep soon. Suddenly, Jungkook started to slowly stoke my upper thigh, going all the way up to my bare ass. He kept on drawing circles on my butt and I was everything but asleep. I let a slight moan slip out of my mouth, as his hand went up to my boobs and around my hard nipples. “Oh I know you like that. Is that what you need baby?”, Jungkook whispered in my ear. “All that squeezing your legs together, are you really that desperate?”, he said. If I wouldn’t be that horny, I would be embarrassed about what was happening right now. But all I could answer with were some quiet moans. “Jungkook… please”, I managed to let out. “Please what? Want me to fuck you really good? Needy whore”, he said in his low voice.

Not far after, his hand moved down to my ass again. He smacked it for a bit, but then started to caress my inner thighs. My skin was burning by now, I felt the need to explode. I muttered out some gibberish, a mix about “please” “need you” and “jungkook”. When his fingers finally met my throbbing clit, I let out a low moan. Jungkook behind me was laughing about how desperate I really was to react to such a small touch. “Oh doll, I’ll destroy you tonight”, Jungkook laughed low. His movements were slow until now, but everything suddenly happened so fast. The next moment I knew was two of his thick and long fingers pumping in and out of my pussy at a high speed while his other hand drew harsh circles on my clit. I was going dumb by now, eyes rolling back at the feeling of pure overstimulation. I let out almost pornographic moans as jungkook laughed at my fucked out state, finding it cute. “Jungkook… close”, I screamed out. He stopped everything he did and moved away from me. I was left confused as he ripped the orgasm from me. I looked at him with a confused expression, still out of breath.

He smiled and laughed at me: “Oh no, did my doll not get her orgasm, hm ? I told you I am going to destroy you tonight. Get on all fours now”. I obeyed immediately arching my back. Jungkook got rid of my and his clothes as I whined for him. He lined up his dick with my hole as he slipped in in one smooth movement, my dripping wetness making it easy. He immediately went into full speed, hitting every spot just perfectly. Spit came out of my mouth as I couldn’t keep myself together. Jungkook started to circle my clit again and I came in less that three seconds, but he didn’t stop there. I kept on creaming his dick as I felt another orgasm building up quickly. It felt different and much more intense. “Is my whore going to squirt for me? Come on coat my dick really good”, jungkook moaned out. It hit me like a truck, my juices getting everywhere. I could only see stars and all noises around me seemed to be silent. It took jungkook just a few more pounds bevor he pulled out of me.

He turned me around and I laid flat on my back. I didn’t even see him going down on me again. This time, he slurped all of my juices from my pussy. The feeling hurt a bit because of the overstimulation, but once he was satisfied he stopped. “You taste so fucking well doll, get a taste”, Jungkook said while letting me taste myself on his tongue through a kiss. He took a few strands out of my face and asked: “Is my baby now satisfied? Did so fucking good”. I couldn’t get out a single word, being too fucked out. “You won’t believe how many times I’ve imaged you just like this, so freaking pretty my doll.” Finally I could sleep tight next to the person I loved.

[rhodesrider]

Soon To Be

Y/Ns POV || Cody’s POV (A prequel to My girl)

Warning: Cussing, mentions of abuse, mentions of obsession and cheating, fluff, savior complex and obsession complex

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Y/Ns POV

He always saved me.

When I was at my lowest, messing around with a a man that was dangerously obsessed and never wanted me to leave, he was there I know he was. But the day I found out that the dude I was dating was cheating on me I was so happy. I felt so trapped and feeling like I was being strangled by his wild obsession with me was a lot but I saw it. A girl in his lap, naked, while he was happy enjoying her. I stood there in the door frame sick at the sight and tears falling not because of sadness but joy. She saw me in the doorway finally and screamed, and he saw me next, looking as if he saw a ghost. He pushed the girl off but I never broke contact with him. He begged and pleaded for me to forgive him trying to push the girl out for me to have some satisfaction but no. This was my chance. Freedom. And all I did was speed dialed a number.

More begging and more pleading as I just sat down and not said a word. The girl getting her belongings still in the house and my now ex screaming at her saying you ruined everything, saying I’m upset and she needs to leave. I was fine. I was done with tears. I just sat there waiting. He was begging me kissing me on my cheek holding my hand, her fragrance all over him. Agitated as I was I moved his hand away and still waited. My phone lit up and he snatched it out my hand before I could even check it. That’s fine, so I just got up soon hearing him angry at me saying I was cheating too and who is this man texting me. I said not one word and I heard a car pull up. I stood but he pushed me back down wanting answers, I said nothing. I’ve wanted out of this horrid relationship for so long and I have my way out and there’s nothing he can do.

Literally nothing.

I heard knocks on the door. I waited to long and now he’s at the door, big mistake. I tried to do this peacefully. This plan wasn’t gonna start till text month but I see I had to hurry it up. The ex told me to stay on the couch and I saw him get a weapon from under the couch, this isn’t what I wanted. I wanted a peaceful leave out. But soon as he opened the door, he dropped his gun and backed away in fear.

“Come on princess.”

I heard a calm voice, I felt safe again. I knew it was him. Guns were pointed at my ex as I walked out the door to the car waiting for him. But before I passed this knight in shining armor, he kissed me on my forehead whispering “I won’t be long.” I blushed and nodded and I went forward to the car as I heard the door close to my old life, my jail door closed, and my freedom began.

This is how I escaped my abusive life and met Cody. He saved me but what he would tell you is that I saved him.

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Cody’s POV

She saved me.

She was someone I needed for a very long time. Woman I’ve slept with left and right were what i needed. Some were kind but mostly wanted my money and overstepped their boundaries. Others were mean to my staff sneaky around me to where I felt like I couldn’t trust them. So soon I just focused on my work.

One day I was at a cafe, a random one, didn’t know the universe put me there for a reason. I look across and I see her. Her eyes puffy, seems she’s been crying, she’s looking at her phone and playing in her hair like she’s just nervous. I see a few more tears run down her face and her wiping her nose with her napkin. And all I did was sat at her table next and she stopped crying. Maybe to ask why did a random stranger sit with her. But I looked at her features, her eyes, her hands, I looked at every feature on her before I could speak. But soon I saw her grab her things and try to move. I stop her.

We talk. I flirt, but she seems numb. And I ask what she’s so sad about. She shook her head not wanting to speak on it. She was done with her ice coffee and soon she had a look at terrified her some. I wanted to turn around at what she was looking at but I just focused on her. Calming her some with words, touching her hand. Her phone went off and she looked down having another tear fall. The message I can see,

“Whore. I see I’m not good enough. I’ll try harder. Kisses.”

I asked her about it and she said nothing. A stalker, an abusive boyfriend maybe? I wanted to know more about her. She got up and I simply gave her one of my personal cards. “If you need me call me.” I smile at her. She blushed some and her crying stopped and she nodded taking the card. And walked away. She’s beautiful even when she’s walking away.

Days later, I could not even take my mind off her. My work was my love and now I couldn’t get over her. Y/N.

I need to know what was going on thou, and soon. I don’t want her hurt or anything. The next day I went to the same cafe. But this time, I saw her with a man. She didn’t seemed thrilled, she seemed drained. The dude was smiling talking a lot, when she would look at something else he would reach his hand out and make her look at him again. I haven’t met the man yet but I already don’t favor him. She seemed so alert and putting on that fake smile wasn’t helping at all. Poor babygirl.

I just got up and walked the other way not to cause a scene or any issues with the man she’s with. But something tells me she needs me. Couldn’t follow them by car, he would notice. Can’t put a AirTag anywhere, he would detect it. So why not a gadget of my own? I look in my car as I had eyes on theirs and took out a small chip. I pass by putting it under their car and making sure it’s secure. God i seem like the crazy one doing all of this but I wanna do something. Anything. Just to help her.

Found out where she lived and stayed a few blocks back so no one sees me. At night I took it upon myself to just watch to see if anything goes down. And surprise I see him walk out late and go to his car leaving out somewhere. She wasn’t in the car so she’s still at home. Probably a good time to check her phone without him just over her, and like that I got a text.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say hi to you at the cafe, he was there and he was upset you were speaking to me. So now he shows up on my lunch break.”

Insecure ass bitch. Scared I might take her away from him. Trust me I want to but only if she wants me too.

“It’s ok. If you still have my card get rid of it so he doesn’t start nothing finding it. Save my number under a speed dial of 5. And I’ll wait for your call. Delete these messages, I would hate to kill him if he touches you wrong.”

I was given a single heart for a ok and I smiled. But soon another text.

“You’re the drug lord. I remember you now. Your last name. I mean it’s not an issue it’s just why talk to me? Im pretty sure there’s other women that has caught your attention. But why me?”

“I’ll let you think on that. Goodnight princess.”

And with that, no other text. I get on to my house and go a different way following the tracker, seeing he was at another woman’s home. And yet she’s the whore? I wanna play with his mind. And that’s what I’ll do. I get a piece of paper and pen and started the small note. I glance around making sure there were no cameras? And I cover my face just in case. Putting the note on the front of his car so he doesn’t miss it and walking away driving off. I know he knows my last name so let’s play a game.

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Days later, same thing is going on. He’s still here at her lunch time, would get aggravated if she doesn’t come out on time here and there and piss me off with the whispering. Her eyes getting wide from the obvious threat and her just sitting down and having to deal with his company. It sickens me. So I would just sit there and smile knowing I have a plan.

That went in motion that night finally. Hearing her call me, and me being on the way. Texting her back that I’m outside and I’m ready to take her home. He fucked up. Finally. I wanted my princess home and that’s what I got. After that I made sure she was comfortable. Never in want or need, we took it slow and as much time as she needed but I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. And I’m happy she’s under my protection and care now. As for the dickhead, well, I made sure that he wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Not for my princess at all.

[lazulirus]

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• There are so many worlds, so many people, it’s impossible to not change your focus from time to time. It’s logical, it make sense - it still upsets the vision holders. Especially when your new favorites are so irritatingly similar to them.

• Pairing: Ei/Childe/Ayato/Itto/Zhongli/Diluc x reader (gender neutral) • Genre: SAGAU, Angst • Word Count: 3.8k • Warnings: Smallest mentions of blood (Childe) • Note: Ei vs Shiranui (Onmyoji), Childe vs Ciel (Elsword), Ayato Kamisato vs Azul Ashengrotto (Twisted Wonderland), Arataki Itto vs Mammon (Obey Me!), Zhongli vs Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger), Diluc vs ??? (???)

Ei loved eternality, after all, she was made to protect it and by that protect all Inazuma and her fragile heart itself. 

"Well, isn't that unusual? Not touching your sweets at all." Yae coos, walking into the Shogun's private rooms as if it was her own. Ei doesn't answer, choosing to stay silent as she sits on the grand balcony overseeing the ocean as neverending as pain in her heart, as silent as her chambers. She missed you dearly, even as much as her long-dead companions. 

Helping you was a new responsibility, but somehow so sweeter - better than the best chocolate and pastries. Ei was made for battle, and those fever dream-like adventures with you were just what she needed to find peace of mind. Closing her eyes to suddenly feel your warmth despite the coldness of the Dragonspine that you make her go to. Unleashing her power so freely and seeing wonders, meeting people she didn't have a chance before; closed off in Inazuma and her own mind.

Maybe that was why now she could feel the overwhelming coldness so strongly; your warmth was gone for days now. 

Your soft words of praise became a routine, your warmth as you sent her towards enemies a new eternality - now you were gone. 

Ei hated changes. 

"Don't pout like a child," Miko shook her head as she loomed over her archon, "you know how hard I worked to get those sweets from Liyue? You whined about them for so long!" 

"...They're bitter." Ei mumbles. Nothing was sweet, even creations of the best bakers, masters from overseas. Yae tsks, but knows she has no right to bash Ei more, after all, kitsune was to blame as well. 

It was a mistake to show Ei why you were away. In a single instance, when Yae was summoned to help you, she, to simplify, used her sly fox magic to learn what was stealing your attention so much. To her surprise, it was another world, one the kitsune would fit way more - a place where yokai thrive, and where Shiranui stole your love. 

Elegant like a butterfly, deadly like fire - Shiranui was the perfect combination to make any person swoon. 

Yae couldn't help herself but turn Shiranui's story into another bestseller - the greatest songstress for whom Rijin Pavilion was both a reason to live and a cage, finally set free by sacrificing herself to protect her lover; in return becoming yokai, free like her beloved butterflies. People weep over the sour-sweet ending, parents swearing to name their daughters Ri, so they grew into such wonderful women like the book's protagonist. 

Even Ei enjoyed the book till Miko revealed how she got inspiration. 

The greatest master of Electro for whom Inazuma was both a reason to live and a cage… never set free since she never craved freedom and sacrificed others for the sake of herself and her cage. 

Was that why you abandoned her? For that copy of her, but way more refined and kind; for sure, you would also prefer the elegance of Makoto over Ei's mastery over weapons. No wonder Ei didn't deserve your love, it was too pure for her hands tainted with the blood of both her foes and comrades. It made sense, it was just another consequence of her actions, and yet, yet… 

Miko watches silently as water droplets disturb the calm surface of the tea; the sky was cloudless.

At first, it was endearing. Your new coy side was adorable, almost like a play of prey and hunter. Childe hummed happily when he saw you shower other vision users in artefacts and weapons, using them for commissions instead of him - you wanted to become better friends with them? How cute, but he was sure you would scramble back to him when more challenging monsters come after you. 

Monsters of the Enkanomiya, creatures of the Abyss or many domains - those kids, lil adventures, alchemists and artists knew nothing of the true battle, you had to use his power for it, and Childe would gladly provide! 

A day, two. A week, two. 

Childe grinds his teeth, with every passing day, hour, minute he felt even more frustrated. Were you summoning different vision users? Maybe that Kamisato? Or Yelan? He remembers your comments on how similar they were to him when it came to combat… But it was none of them, and the man was unsure if to be happy or sad. 

If you had chosen someone else, he would just fight his way for your attention but… You simply weren't here. When visiting Mondstadt he overheard a girl in fantasy-themed clothes bragging about how many commissions she did in Liyue, and in the mentioned place, Yun Jin was dreamily describing the places she saw while helping you. But Zhongli shook his head when asked if he had left Liyue Harbor in recent times, a letter from Inazuma also verified that the Kamisato siblings didn't mention any new expeditions. 

You didn't choose other vision users over him, you simply stopped coming for more than commissions with the kids, and with enough ears dropping on your chosen pupils, Childe learnt: you did choose someone else but in a different world. 

Yun Jin writes him into her play - a beautiful man with fair skin, who shares his soul with a demoness. 

Wasn't his fall into the Abyss similar? 

Who loves to cook and bake, and despite being equal with the demon lord, he still acts as her butler. 

Wasn't his love for household chores the same? 

Ciel - a man that also loved his family, especially his younger sister, more than anything. 

Chopsticks snap in his hand. Were you playing with him? Did you want him to get jealous, was that the goal of that over-the-top coy play? He felt like a cat that lost its owner - now bored, with no new toys to play with, with no praise to hear for hunting down the mice. The training was still thrilling, missions still enjoyable, but there always was something missing, and burning jealousy never left his chest, slowly consuming him whole and scorching everyone around him. 

Traveller scolds him for going too hard during sparrings, Zhongli comments how easily annoyed he was recently; conversations between them are no longer enjoyable. Even Xinyan was hurt when after so long of not seeing each other, Childe dismissed her with a scowl. 

You closed Childe in routine, like a wild animal thrown into an empty room with nothing to bite, scratch, hunt. As if that wasn't enough, you did it for the sake of a new plaything, exchanged him for a puny imitation - Childe was never as disgusted with his bow skills as when he heard that your new love chose a ranged weapon as well. Was that why you threw him away? Was he not good enough for you? 

Zhongli starts to be concerned, Qiqi writes in her notes to get more bandages and ointments for corns, scrapes and burns. But for Childe, it didn't matter if even his fingers bleed for the bowstring and muscle shook too much in the morning for him to even eat. For you, he was ready to ruin himself, just to become your weapon again.

He loves your pranks; Ayato always fills his surrounding with intriguing and fun people for a reason, but don’t you think it’s going too far? 

He could understand growing tired of something, Ayato wasn't a stranger to pushing his hobbies aside when they got too monotonous, but he never threw them away. That's why it had to be a prank; you wouldn't throw him away, right? It couldn't be anything else when in your new, favourite world, your new object of affection looked so similar to him.

The vision of the man came to him suddenly, unexpectedly during a dream. Ayato never dreamt of anything of your world, his sleep was always peaceful and dreamless, sometimes adorned with memories of your voice. But that time, the picture was so vivid that he couldn't believe his own imagination created it from scraps of your conversations - maybe Celestia or even you wanted to punish him for crimes unknown to him. 

It was like looking into a distorted mirror, a painting of him that got splashed with water - the man named Azul Ashengrotto was too similar for it to be a coincidence. 

Silver hair, but shorted and wavy. Blue eyes, but of a deeper hue and covered with glasses. Classy, tasteful clothes, but greyer and different fashion. But from the beauty mark under his lips to the magic of water bestowed upon him, even the scheming and charming personality - dear, you couldn't make your taste more obvious. The only problem was that your attention was on that copy, not him, and it made Ayato scowl. It was rare, so rare Ayaka worried something fatal had happened when she found him in such a state, but he simply waved her off. How could he even explain it to her? The helplessness of listening to you ramble about the man, of seeing your bored gaze as you do commission as the last thing of the day, hearing you say "I don't wanna even do it" breaks his heart little by little. 

Dealing with politics became boring, visiting Itto seem like a nuisance, and playing chess with Thoma only made him irritated - how could he enjoy it, knowing that your new love adored board games? It all became repetitive, monotonous; he craved the thrill of exploration, your words of praise, sweet pleas during wishes and sweat on his back from fighting - from puny hilichurls to monsters of the Abyss. Anything done with you was better than being like a bird in a cage; the memory of Chasm and Mondstadt fading with every day without you. 

Ayaka silently sets tea on the table as her older brother spent another sleepless night, her worries of him getting sick from staying outside, in a thin kimono during the night, so close to the ocean's cold breeze, fell on dead ears. He doesn't need words to dismiss her as she sadly retreats to the building - his fingers cannot feel the warmth of the tea. Even its rich taste became mundane, the sakura aftertaste made him frown. It couldn't compare to your cooking, even to simple fried eggs which memory felt heavenly on his tongue. 

Ayato gave you so much - his time, his help, his heart. Could you grant him one wish and return to him to save him from this withering boringness?

The Great Arataki "I totally don't need others' praise" Itto was in desperate need of your praise. Sure, he was pretty much self-motivated, not a procrastinator, thank you very much! Especially when Kuki looms over him. 

But recently, even Kuki couldn't force him into some things, and Itto wasn't keen on starting anything - preferring to just whine. Inazuma was getting boring! 

With you by his side, sending him to the craziest places of Teyvat, not a day was dull, and returning to Inazuma was like coming back to bed after a day of hard work! His gang could never understand it. For them, he just closed his eyes for a few minutes, but for Kuki and him, it was days of adventures. 

Itto loved to brag about it, show off that you chose the great Arataki Itto to help you with most crazy missions - He always knew before Inazuma's news what happened on the other side of the world. Of course he knew, he was there! 

Now, he felt… useless. You didn't summon him for weeks, and at first, he thought that you just picked someone else for adventures! Nah, nah, that would be totally fine! He heard how epic those elemental reactions are, you can't play with geo all the time; though, he gotta say, it's the best element. 

But with enough pestering, Sara admits the Shogun wasn't summoned either, and during one beetle fight, Ayato merely shrugs, saying that you probably choose a different world. 

Ayato knew something, and seeing enough of Itto's puppy eyes and even hearing respectful requests from Kuki to put the boss' mind at ease, the young lord tells the truth: you didn't probably choose a different world, you did precisely that. For sure, without a doubt. 

Ayato himself only met you once during those long weeks, and during it, he was sure you were rambling about Itto. 

A rather carefree, a bit dumb man, but with a heart of gold, that always gets into trouble even when he tries to do a good thing.

Itto beams in pride at that description, in the happiness of such praise, even ignoring the "dumb" part. But the longer he listened, the smile on his face grew smaller and smaller, till it disappeared completely. That man described, for sure, it wasn’t Itto. Otherwise, you would come back already… Ayato’s gleam of worry makes Itto quickly return to his upbeat attitude, everything was fine, and he was happy to hear you were okay! 

The two part ways, and Itto stays in the fields, the unusual melancholy falling over him. 

That Mammon - he sounded like a really great guy! Funny and caring about people he loved, and always trying to help them! Itto loved such good guys, that Mammon would be a great addition to the Arataki gang. For sure he wasn't as strong as Itto, but it would be awesome to meet a demon; it was almost like oni! 

But maybe, there was a bigger difference… maybe demons were cooler? If Mammon also wasn't the type to get a stable job, who did whatever he wanted and didn't go along with the law then… Did itto get too annoying? He wasn't dumb, he knew some people got tired of how loud he was, and okay, he was a bit hot-headed but… Ayato said Mammon was rather hot-headed and loud too!

Itto sits on some random rock, the fields never seem so empty, even a big, pretty onikabuto doesn't catch his eye, walking right in front of him; Itto’s face was twisted by thinking. The oni just couldn't understand. He didn't know what he did wrong to push you away, into the arms of some other dude that seemed so similar to him and yet… and yet you choose him over Itto. 

Was Itto not cool enough? Not strong enough? Kuki one said he was brash… was that too annoying for you?

Without you, the poor oni wasn't sure if he was as awesome as he always thought.

Despite living for so long, seeing countless places thrive and collapse, people being loved and then never mentioned, Zhongli never considered the option of him becoming forgotten. 

His image as Rex Lapis was history, but lived and will live in the hearts of countless people - some of them even believing their beloved deity was still alive. Even if he forsakes the Zhongli persona, he still would be remembered as the refined gentleman with the knowledge that outshined scholars. The feeling blooming in his chest, like poisonous vines around his heart, was new and very unwelcome - he never had to fear you'll forget him. 

You didn't come one day, then another and another, it quickly changed into weeks, and even others vision users stopped mentioning you. 

He didn't miss the places you brought him to - most of them were familiar to him others, even if new, couldn't compare to things he had seen. What he missed was your awe - how you took pictures of the landscapes, and he couldn't stop smiling when you picked him to pose. How you would stay in places to just babble about how beautiful they were, how much care had been put into them. 

Now, those memories were more sour than sweet when you were no longer here. 

The longing for your presence guides him to places you adored so much; Zhongli never expected to see himself in Angel's Share. He didn't mean to drink away his sorrows, only drink in the atmosphere, remember how you praised the warmth of the place. 

The drink wasn't flawed, although Zhongli was sure the taste was muted. Certainly, a man next to him thought differently, his face flushed by alcohol, as he whined to the red-headed bartender; with every word, Zhongli became more interested. 

Saying how he got bored of doing commissions and wanted more action, but you only were interested in rewards and rambling about that man. 

You, he was talking about you; Zhongli's heart skipped a beat. 

The bartender answers that it was an honour to help you - his calm demeanour was like ice to the annoyed mumbling of a blushy blue-haired man. 

The drunk man doesn't buy it, continuing his rambling. How annoying it was to keep listening about that rich man, who you just can't wait to get a message from. 

A refined gentleman loved for his knowledge and fine taste - Jumin Han. 

Zhongli keeps his eyes on the liquid in the cup, his amber eyes looking back at him. Have you found another? A man just as cherished as him, as elegant as him, as calm and as well not understanding ordinary people's customs - one because of his godhood, other from living in richness. 

His grip on the glass grows tighter; what did this man possess that he didn't? Why did you enjoy his company more? His questions were quickly answered as the drunk man starts to mock you. 

Jumin turns out to be cute, a gap moe; the drunk man explains to the confused bartender it meant a person who does something contradictory to what their personality or looks dictate and others finding it cute. Cute, did you like cute men? Was he not cute? 

He chuckles to himself. Of course he wasn't. He was a warrior god - winner of Archon War, the Morax - God of Contracts, Zhongli - knowledgeable in history, arts and culture, but not in how to be cute. He was just that - refined, but cold in his elegance, knowledgeable, but unreachable in the way he presented himself. There wasn't anything not fitting in his personality, everything was perfectly fitted - he was a gem without a flaw. Remembering way too late that the irregularly shaped pearls were the ones cherished when the perfect pearls were forgotten with thousands of identical ones. 

If he finds hobbies that won't fit him, becomes imperfect to fit your definition of perfection - becomes even closer to the copy of him you fell for - would you reconsider seeing him again?

Recently, finding the motivation to finish his responsibilities was hard for Diluc. From protecting Mondstadt at night to dealing with winery and contracts during the day, even working at Angel's Share during some evenings - it all becomes draining, suddenly hitting him with withering exhaustion. 

He sighs with frustration, the wet rag hitting the counter Diluc had no more patience to clean. The moon was high in the sky, he should get ready for a patrol around the city, but his body just refused. It was heavy, and Diluc had to stop himself from sitting down, knowing that if he did, he just wouldn't get up. 

Clean. Change clothes. Close. Go on a patrol. Go back. Change clothes. Go back home. Sleep. Go to work. 

His goals were simple, easy to follow, and yet it seemed like an unachievable mountain - all because he lost motivation. He lost you. 

Diluc missed your voice, how you looked in awe at his swordsmanship, praising how hard he worked, rambling to someone about how you couldn't wait to see him in new attire. In a life where he had to be self-motivated, and never expect help nor praise from others, hearing you shower him with such sincere kindness was a blessing. Better than morning sun after a cold night, than a cold glass of water after working in the scorching sun. 

Now he was in endless freezing nights and burning days, with no one to help him. 

Oppositely, there was someone who wanted to make it even worse.

Kaeya barges into the tavern, and Diluc was too tired to point out the obvious; not even a soul in the building, even the biggest drunkards knows when to go home. Although Kaeya swears he wasn't drunk, he was as sober as every grumpy Diluc and brought great news. 

You. News about you. Were you safe? Were you okay? Did something happen in that far-away world? What if you didn't have anyone here to protect you? 

Diluc hoped that finally, after that blood-freezing night, the dawn would be warm like a lover's embrace—

All those questions were hidden behind the ever-calm face, although Kaeya seemed to be able to see through it; snickering over how finally Diluc became soft for someone. It pained his heart to know that person so dear to him fell for someone like you. 

You just got bored of Diluc. 

Those words echo in the tavern and Diluc's mind, not fully processing it or not wanting to. He opens his mouth to protest, but Kaeya beats him, telling him how Mona was able to see what stole your attention. 

A different world, with a grumpy protagonist who goes around the country to save people, always battling between smaller and greater evil. 

A man who wields a sword, can use fire magic, and has a complicated relationship with his adopted family - Kaeya smirks at the last thing, and Diluc scowls. 

At first, he was sure that Kaeya was just pulling his leg, no way you would find someone so similar to him and… just leave him behind. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense… Maybe you got tired of seeing his way with Claymore, maybe the battles he could offer you got too annoying, too tedious; the memory of your disappointment with the low "numbers" he did burning him more than the first time he used his vision. 

Geralt - even Kaeya starts to ramble about him, praising how the man was able to use crossbows, magic or rather sigils, various types of weapons and even creates his own potions and weapon oils. A jack of all trades.

Diluc couldn't do those things, all he had was a claymore and a pyro vision that never resembled a vitalising sun like Amber's or Bennett's, but killing flames - never saving anyone, always pushing everyone away. 

Kaeya laughs, asking if brother dear would share a drink with him, as a celebration - after all, Diluc finally could be at peace, knowing you just found another world to enjoy! His smile trembles, then fade when he sees Diluc's lowered head, hands gripping the counter till his knuckles get white. 

He was too weak to protect anyone dear to him and too weak to keep you by his side. 

—instead, the day was as scorching as any other.

[anabdaniels]

Cowboytober Day 12- Blowjob

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.8k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Semi-public sex (most precisely on Jack's office), hair pulling, SoftDom!Jack (nothing new under the light of the sun), cum swallowing.

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A/N: I've wrote a good part of this listening to "That's what I like" by Bruno Mars, so it can be a good soundtrack during the reading. For geographical purposes, I've considered the Statesman's office being in the place where is the MetLife Building, once it's the building they used in the movie.

Part two: Cowboytober Day 18

Jack hated to be in New York. He was aware that it was necessary and inevitable in his position as Statesman’s CEO, but if he had the chance to schedule the meeting in Louisville or do it remotely, he would. Everything was a better option than NYC, but, at least, since you two got married he could take you with him, forgetting about all of his problems when he remembered that at the end of the day, he would have you in his arms. And you didn’t disapprove of that. Even with Jack spending all his day on Statesman, you could go anywhere you wanted while having his credit card as your company or you could just relax all day on that 1394 square feet condo on the Rose Hill Building, which conveniently was just a twenty-minute walk away from Statesman; it wasn’t for no reason, Jack refused to spent hours on the traffic just to attend a meeting, if he couldn’t escape from New York, at least he would have the best of it.

When you got out of the bath, you checked the clock and noticed that it wouldn’t be long until Jack was back home. Once you were dressed, you decided to go meet him, you used to do this a lot, sometimes meeting him halfway or getting out of Statesman. After leaving the building, you followed through Park Avenue, walking the most calmly it was possible at that hour in Manhattan.

Safe to say that you find pretty odd the fact that you were already entering the Statesman building and hadn’t seen Jack yet; there was no chance that you two could have mismatched on the way, he never walked home through Madison Ave exactly because he knew you never used that street to go to meet him. When you spoke with the sympathetic lady in the reception, she confirmed that Jack was still in his office.

After a reasonable time on the elevator, you were finally on the 39th floor. You walked calmly through the corridor, greeting a few people you knew on your way, till you finally stopped in front of the right door, unable to hold back a smile while looking at the golden nameplate with the writing “Jack Daniels Chief Executive Officer”. You knocked on the door, opening it after hearing his warm voice on the other side telling you to get in, and at the moment you entered his office, you already knew that he wasn’t on a very pleasant day; a crease between his eyebrows, his tie loosened, his Stetson lying on top of the desk, and his hair slightly ruffled due to the number of times Jack had passed his hand on it.

You closed the door and calmly approached his desk, waiting silently for him to move his attention off his paperwork. When he looked up, he was expecting to see someone from the marketing team bringing something for him to give the final approval, or his secretary bringing another problem for him to solve, but when Jack saw you, his first reaction was to smile widely, already forgetting all the stress he had been through.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, sugar.” His smile was still pretty noticeable.

“Well, I was planning to meet you halfway home, to be honest.” You answered with a soft tone, smiling a bit. Jack frowned slightly and checked his watch, just then realizing the hours.

“I didn’t see the time passing.” He leaned back on his chair and looked at you “But c’mere.” He said while tapping his thigh. You promptly walked around his desk and sat sideways on his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“Let me guess, my cowboy is having a hard day.” You said while starting to softly massage his shoulders, making him let out a heavy sigh while leaning forward to rest his face against your breasts.

“You ain’t kidding, I don’t remember the last time I had such an awful day.” Jack passed his arms around your waist, keeping his face buried against you.

“Think about the good part, it’ll get a bit better when you get home.” Your hands remained on his shoulders.

“I don’t think there’s anything that could make this day better.” He answered softly and your mind immediately started to work.

“I’ll have to disagree with you on this.” Before he could question, your hand already was moving down his body, going straight to his fly, making him moan quietly at the very moment you groped him “Do you still think that your day can’t get better?”

“You’re starting to convince me that it can.” He answered while tightening his grip on your waist.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you that it can.” Right after finishing the sentence you moved to the floor, kneeling between his legs while looking into his eyes.

“Honey, there’s a lot of people in the office.” Jack sounded slightly worried but didn’t prevent you from undoing his belt and opening his zipper.

“I know that, but I assume that people knock on the CEO’s door before entering.” You said while moving your hand inside his jeans, taking his cock in your hand “Or are you afraid of your coworkers hearing you whimpering?” you teased while freeing his erection from his pants, observing his mischievous smirk.

“Well then, sugar.” Jack leaned back comfortably on his chair and held your chin “Letting aside teasing, let’s see what this pretty mouth of yours can do.” He let go of your chin and relaxed, waiting for your next move.

You smiled sideways and didn’t hesitate before moving forward, running your tongue all over his length before taking him into your mouth slowly, slightly sucking the tip of his cock, just to tease him.

“Fuck…” Jack couldn’t hold back a quiet moan while moving one hand straight to your hair, you sighed satisfied and slid your mouth on him, savoring every inch you could take, and it was enough to make Jack contort slightly on the chair. You kept your eyes on his face, enjoying the vision of his mouth slightly opened and his chest starting to move quickly up and down as you kept the constant pace.

One of your hands remained on the base of his cock while the other moved along his thigh, squeezing it softly, and, even though you were enjoying the eye contact, you couldn’t help but close your eyes, loving every single part of that; the way his grip was getting tighter on your hair, how he seemed to have forgotten that most of the workers were still on the office and would listen to him if his groans got louder, and for sure you couldn’t ignore how hard he was on your mouth.

Jack was struggling harder than he ever had in his life, not even the most complicated missions he had been involved on his time as an agent were so difficult as keep his moans under control while he had you so beautifully kneeled in front of him, sucking his cock as if it was the most tasteful thing you ever had on your mouth. It was becoming too much for him.

“Sugar?” he called quietly with his breath considerably irregular, making you look up at him “Can I guide you?” Jack could see the sparkling in your eyes at the very moment he asked the question and you didn’t flinch before nodding your affirmation without pulling him out of your mouth “That’s my naughty little lady.” He caressed your scalp then grabbed a handful of your hair, starting to push and pull your head at the precise pace he wanted, not too fast to end the fun too soon and not too slow because he couldn’t trust his capacity of being quiet if that lasted for too long.

You kept both of your hands on his thighs, letting him take the lead while you could feel your body reacting to all of that, especially your panties getting wet and your clit throbbing at every move of your head. It became more noticeable for you how close to the edge Jack was when his hand clenched on the armrest of his chair, making his knuckles white.

Calmly, Jack pulled your head back, till he was out of your mouth, looking carefully at you with a lascivious look, loving the view of your reddish lips with a shining string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. He smirked and pushed you slowly back, moaning louder as he felt the warmth of your mouth moving on him once more, finally starting to lose the remaining crumbs of his composure.

“Be a good girl and suck it, darling’.” If you were wet before, after that you were unquestionably soaked, and of course, you obeyed, sucking his cock with all the desire you had on your body at that moment, realizing how much you had messed up with him when his other hand moved to your head too, now making you move faster, and you couldn’t control your moans as you felt him going deeper on your mouth, not bothering about the couple of times you had gagged on him.

Feeling his body getting to its limits, Jack grabbed your hair even tighter, biting his lips to try to suppress a loud moan as he reached his orgasm, filling your mouth with his sperm as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair, leaning his head back for a moment while wiping a few drops of sweat from his forehead, then turning his attention back to you, cupping your cheek and caressing it. You parted your lips a bit more, so he could see his seed puddled on your tongue, Jack smirked and held your chin between his thumb and index finger, appreciating that incredible view for a moment before cupping your cheek again and caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Proceed as you want, sweetheart.” He said softly, aware that his high consumption of alcohol and red meat didn’t make his sperm so good flavored, barely did he know that you liked it anyway, but the message was probably well transmitted when you swallowed every drop of it with a smile on your face, resulting on him chuckling and shaking his head. “I can’t with you sometimes, honeybee. Now c’mere.” He pulled you up, kissing you slowly and caressing your back.

“Is your day improved enough for you to go home?” you asked softly against his lips.

“Our twenty-minute walk ‘till home will be very useful, ‘cause I have a lot of plans for you for the rest of the night.” He winked at you with a playful smile and kissed you once more.

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