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writersdrug · 14 days

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I NEED waitress!reader accidentally letting it slip that she’s got a date after her shift and so when bartender!simon overhears, he suddenly has a list of things she needs to do after work, causing her get to stay late ))): missing her date ))):

ANGST TIME

He's been watching you like a hawk for the past two hours - and rightfully so. You've been rushing through your tasks, rolling more than enough silverware, keeping your tables happy and stocked - you somehow managed to convince Soap to mop front of house for you. He doesn't like it. Why are you trying to get away?

"Got a date tonight." You tell him, skimming through your receipts as you sit at the bar and calculate your tips. You're not off the clock yet - you still have thirty minutes left. But the restaurant's empty, and all your tasks are done. Your makeup is a little nicer today, softer and less "morning after a deftones concert".

Simon's thankful for the mask, or else his frown would be impossible to miss. Is he dumb? Haven't you been flirting with him all week? Was this another one of your games, pretending to act innocent and coy, messing with him, then announcing you're going out with someone else?!

He feels his shoulders tensing as he watches you tap away at your phone's calculator. He shouldn't be so bothered by this - some things just need to be let go. But he can't. He wants to keep you in his back pocket, or in an empty whiskey bottle on his liquor shelf - not the one behind the bar, but the personal collection in his room on the third floor.

"That's nice," he grumbles, slicing through a lime. "Jus' make sure you finish your chores 'fore you head out."

"Already did!" You chirp at him with a smile. "Just need to do my tips, and I'll be done."

"Did ya clean the ice bins?" He asks.

You furrow your brow. "Huh?"

He jerks his head to the whiteboard on the wine fridge - sure enough, your name is scribbled in, right next to "drain and wash/sanitize ice bins + buckets", along with today's date.

You look back at Simon, your expression now crestfallen. Your date is in an hour, and you still have twenty minutes on your shift. "Don't you usually do it?"

Truthfully, he does. He could do it today, in fact. But his brain is acting on thoughts before he has the chance to consider the consequences. "Can't today, luv. Preppin' for a bigger crowd tomorrow."

Your shoulders slump. "How long does it take?"

"Well, you got to turn 'em off - one by one, I can't have two empty ice bins durin' a shift - then ya dump the ice, wait for 'em to warm up, then ya go in there with soap n' a rag, rinse 'em out, then-"

"God, can this please wait until tomorrow? I'll come in early and do it, I promise."

He looks at you sternly, and you suddenly feel ashamed for asking. "Wot, so I can pay you overtime?"

"Simon, please - if you do them, I'll give you half my tips for today."

"Now y' dumpin' your work on me?"

"I've got a date!"

"I've got my own shit too!"

You snap your mouth shut. He's never been this stern with you, but you know it's well deserved. It's your chore, after all. You'd been wrong to assume he would do it himself, despite that being the usual. You quickly hop out of the barstool and make your way behind the bar, unplugging the first icebin.

Simon watches as you scurry around, running to and from the ice bin into the kitchen, filling up bucket after bucket of ice and dumping it into the sink in the back. You pace as the machine warms up, glancing at your phone every few minutes, then touching the inside of the ice maker to check the temperature. After a few minutes, you're scrubbing the machine as fast as you can with a soapy rag and a bucket of sanitizer eater next to you.

Twenty minutes have gone by. You're supposed to be on your way to your date, but you're biting your lip, staring angrily at the ice machine as it cools down again. You need to wait for it to be cold before you refill it with ice, and only then can you start on the other machine.

You make another attempt towards Simon. "If I just do one tonight and do the other in the morning-"

"No." Simon snaps, his eyes angry as he drops a container of sliced fruit onto the bar. "This is part of havin' a job."

You look away from him, tears stinging your eyes now. You're so frustrated you want to snap back at him - but he's right, isn't he? Maybe you could ask him if you could just call Max and let him know you'll be running late - but the thought of asking Simon for anything right now (other than more chores) makes you queasy.

Simon doesn't know where the anger came from, but it's still simmering. He watches as you continue to run back and forth, filling up the old ice bin, unplugging the second one, dumping the ice in the back... he's refilling the bloody Mary mix and restocking the bitters. Simple things. He's got nothing to do after this besides go up to his flat and sit in front of the telly, or maybe chat with Soap before he heads home. Why didn't he just do it? Because you had a date, and that was a problem for him. Why? Now you're upset, and it's that knowledge that makes him finally feel the shame that he'd been swallowing down.

You finish dumping the last bucket of ice into the second machine. It's forty minutes after your shift ended. You still have to get to the restaurant you and Max were meeting at, which is a twenty minute walk. You were supposed to be there ten minutes early - now you're going to be an hour late. Frustration mingles with anxiety and burns in the forefront of your mind. But you can't be mad. You should've done your job.

Simon doesn't say anything when you run to the back, your phone pressed to your ear and tears in your eyes. You barely manage a wave to Soap as you grab your bag and jacket and flounder back into the restaraunt. You don't look at Simon.

"I'm leaving now, I'm so sorry- I had to finish up at work and it too longer than I-" you slowed to a walk, then a stop, standing in the middle of the floor. Simon was frozen, watching your shoulders shake.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had-... it's not an excuse, I promise I'm-... listen, we can go for a walk or something, right? Or go get fast food, someplace still open, just you and me, and we can try again another-"

His eyes burn in his skull as he watches you stand there for a few more seconds, staring at your phone as the call disappears from the screen. He wants to say something - but what can he say? He's already fucked you over. And he doesn't feel any better than when he first discovered your little date. He feels worse.

You stuff your phone in your back pocket, unable to hide the single, choked sob that escapes your throat. You shoulder your bag and stomp your way out of the restaurant, door clanging behind you. Your bike is still in the alley out back, and your unfinished tips are still on the bartop. He wouldn't be surprised if you never come back to collect them.

Soap emerges from the kitchen breaking Simon from his thoughts and wiping his hands on a rag. "Real feckin' kind of ye, Ghost. Never seen such a right cunt." He glares at Simon, before slapping the rag on the table and heading back into the kitchen. His shift was over, too.

Simon has three more hours left to deal with himself before the bar closes.

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jeonginsleftcheek · 13 days

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A relaxing evening

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers

word count: 3.2k

warnings: soft dom lix, big dick lix, sensual massage, clit play, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, one light spank, not proofread (lmk if i missed something)

a/n: after spending a month writing a literal 70k+ book for hyunjin i hit a bit of a writer's block and who better to get me out of it than my very own muse, lee felix😏

~ Masterlist

To say you've had a horrible day was an understatement.

You've had the worst day that actually stretched and turned into the worst week.

Your boss was on your neck constantly, there was so much work to do which made you stay at the company working overtime and coming home late.

To make matters worse, everyone was angry and annoyed, so the conflict at work grew into a displeasing feeling that had you desperate for any kind of relief, even just a free afternoon to nap.

Felix, your roommate and friend, noticed how you came home later than usually and more drained day after day, the dark circles under your eyes getting progressively darker as the week came to an end.

Finally, Friday came around and you were barely standing on your feet when you walked into the apartment.

Felix is sitting on the couch, probably playing some games before sleep as you shuck off your shoes.

"Hi, sugar plum."- he snickers when he hears you groaning behind him, his head falling backwards to catch a glimpse of you.

"Please, don't start. I'm not in the mood."- you say tiredly.

Usually you throw disgustingly cute nicknames back and forth at each other but your brain was short-circuiting so bad that even thinking of a nickname for your friend was hard.

Felix exhales, pouting as he gets up and makes his way to you, helping you take off your blazer.

"I'll heat up some dinner."- he says and you nod, not even bothering to answer because the last ounce of strength you have is focused on standing upright.

You follow him to the kitchen to drink some water, and Felix looks at your tired frame, feeling sad that you're so down, instead of being your usual self, the one that jokes around and yaps away with him until the early morning.

"Why don't you sit down?"- he guides you to the chair and you sit wordlessly.

"My whole body hurts."- is what you say after a few moments of silence, as Felix waits for the dinner to warm up, his eyes trained outside the window.

"And my mind too."- you add as he looks at you and you notice the sympathetic smile he gives you.

"Well..."- Felix starts as he takes the food out on a plate. "I could prepare you a nice warm bath."

"You would do that?"- you ask, in your tired state you feel emotional and tears prick at your eyes.

"Of course I would."- he smiles, the sweet expression on his face as he brings you dinner makes you feel a little bit healed already.

"You're an angel, Lixie."- you smile as he squeezes your shoulder.

"I don't know about that."- he chuckles shyly, his freckled cheeks becoming rosy instantly.

You shake your head with a fond smile as he makes his way to the bathroom while you finally have a normal warm meal after the lunch you ate at work.

Hunger takes you over and you finish eating quickly, just in time for Felix to come back.

"Oh, you're done already?"- he asks.

"Don't judge me."- you say and he chuckles.

"No, I'm not judging, just wondering if you're still hungry. I could make you something else?"

"No, no don't worry, Lix. I'm ready for that relaxing bath."- you smile and he nods, biting on his lip.

"Um, can I suggest something?"- he asks as you stand up and you tilt your head at him.

"What is it?"- you ask curiously.

"You know I have some knowledge about massaging. I could help you relieve your stress with a full body massage." - Felix says and your eyes widen. "I mean if you're comfortable with it. You don't have to... ugh forget it."- he seems embarassed suddenly and you chuckle.

"A free full body massage? Sign me up."- you smirk.

"Who said it was free?"- he smirks back at you.

"Oh, so you're gonna charge me for your services, hm?"- you joke and he laughs.

"No, of course not. I'm just joking."- he says. "Go enjoy the bath I prepared, before it gets cold."- he adds and you make your way to the bathroom.

As soon as you walk in, you gasp, Felix has really made an effort.

He put your favorite bath bomb with bubbles into the water, lit your favorite scented candle and even adjusted the lighting to be less attacking on your tired eyes.

You strip in no time, throwing all your clothes inside the hamper and getting into the bath as quickly as you could.

The water is still warm and it feels wonderful to submerge your weary body into the relaxing feeling.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back on a towel as you feel the relaxation slowly taking you over, traveling through your limbs and making you feel weightless.

The warm and cozy atmosphere that Felix created have you almost falling asleep in the bath as your body slips a little and you sit up with a start, your eyes snapping open.

"Y/n? You okay?"- you hear Felix on the other side of the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out soon."

"Okay, I prepared everything for the massage."- he says and you giggle to yourself.

You don't feel too nervous being practically naked in front of Felix as you have known him for a long time and since you've been roommates you have seen each other naked on accident a few times.

He even gave you a few shoulder and back massages when you were in pain from sitting at your desk for too long but he never suggested a full body one.

Curious about it and ready to relax completely, you shower and dry off quickly, putting a bathrobe on and leaving to your room.

"Lix?"- you peek inside and see that he has fluffed up your bed, lit another scented candle and a few normal ones just to add to the atmosphere, and prepared some massage oils.

"Damn, you went all out."- you chuckle.

"I wanna make you feel better."- he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter a little as you make your way towards the bed.

The two of you stand awkwardly for a few moments before both of you chuckle.

"I should undress, right?"- you smile and Felix nods quickly before turning his back to you and covering his eyes for a good measure.

"Tell me when you're ready to start."- his voice is muffled behind his palms and you giggle as you take the robe off.

You lay down on your stomach, pulling a towel that Felix prepared over your backside and private parts, getting comfy on the soft bed.

"I'm ready."- you say when you find a nice position, your forehead pressed against the end of the pillow so you can breathe, your arms on either sides of you, aligning with your body.

Felix bites on his lip as his eyes roam on your body shamelessly.

"Lix?"- you say and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yes, let me grab some lavender oil. It's good for relaxing."- he announces and you mutter, ready to just enjoy having his skilful hands on you.

Felix kneels next to you, as you feel the bed dip and hear him opening the little bottle of oil.

Some light music is playing in the background and you exhale a hundred worries as soon as his fingers press on your shoulders.

"Mm Lixie."- you moan instantly, making his gut stir but he shakes it off, wanting to focus only on your well-being.

His thumbs circle your flesh slowly, going up to the sides of your neck and down the top of your shoulders before pressing back to the original spot, circling it and taking off the stiffness you feel from spending long hours at your desk.

Little moans of relaxation keep coming out of your mouth and Felix's sweatpants get tighter, as your body visibly relaxes.

Working his way down your back, he keeps adding oil and finding the most painful spots skilfully and relieving you of your pain, as if it was his actual career.

"God, Lixie, you're so good."- you whimper, smushing your face into the pillow for a moment.

"I know."- Felix smirks, making you chuckle.

And he does know. He knows exactly which pressure points are located where so when his fingers press into your lower back, just a bit above your ass, you feel a wave wash over you.

"Oh."- you exclaim a little but Felix never acknowledges it, smirking behind you as he gently massages your lower back.

You start feeling a bit hot, aroused even as he continues his ministrations, fingertips barely dipping to the swell of your ass.

Your breathing is slow and deep, your body completely relaxed as you left yourself in Felix's precious hands.

Felix shuffles a little, you hear more oil being opened before you feel his hands on your foot.

"Good?"- he checks in on you and you whimper as he presses and continues bringing you relaxing touches.

"Perfect."- you half-whisper, your mind floaty, all the stress from the week forgotten, no thoughts, just Felix.

Felix, with his soft hands and deep voice, his pretty smile and adorable freckles.

Wait.

Why are you thinking of him like that?

You don't know why, and you don't care as his hands slide above your ankle, he presses four fingers on your skin as if he's measuring something on the inner side before he finds a pressure point and starts working on it.

As soon as his finger finds that spot, you shiver, feeling yourself getting aroused the more he keeps circling that spot.

You would feel embarassed but you're so relaxed that you couldn't care less, your body melting even further into the bed, your arms coming up on either sides of your head as you gently fist the sheets beneath you.

Felix smirks, massaging the point harder, making your arousal drip between your folds, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He notices your slight squirming and that lets him know he's got you right where he wanted you.

He lets go for now, hands sliding up to massage your tired muscles.

At this point, you're aroused, wishing he would touch you where you need him the most and you want to press your legs together but you don't want him to notice that.

Felix already knows, after all, his touches were purposeful and he has wanted you for so long, wanted to be the one to make you feel good.

"Lix."- his nickname almost sounds like a whimper as he runs his hands on the back of your thighs.

"You okay?"- he asks, his fingertips dipping between your legs, touching your inner thighs as he gently starts massaging the flesh.

This is the last straw, your slick is now gushing out and you start feeling embarassed, wondering if he can see it or smell it.

"I-I'm fine."- you whimper as he keeps massaging your thighs.

"You sure?"- he asks, hands sliding up, close to your core and you lean into his touch as you grip the sheets.

"N-no."- you whimper.

"What's wrong?"- Felix smirks, fingertips brushing your asscheeks.

"I- um... I'm horny."- you turn your head sideways to look at him and he hovers over you.

"I know. You're kinda obvious."- he says and you whine.

"You did this on purpose."- you say as he runs his hands on your lower back and waist, making you shiver constantly as you feel ten times more sensitive than usually.

"Would you hate me if I did?"- he bites on his lip, his eyes big and pleading.

"No."- you whisper.

"You want me to continue?"- he asks and you nod.

"Please."

"How about a special massage?"- his voice is low as he slowly removes the towel. "Do I have your permission, angel?"

"Yeah."- you say, legs spreading slightly as you lift up your middle just a bit so he can touch you properly.

Felix groans at you presenting your wetness to him, your forehead buried in the pillow again as you anticipate his touches.

His hands are on your ass, as he gropes and massages them before his fingertips dip between your legs, sliding through your wet folds.

"L-Lixie."- you whimper as he touches you teasingly, fingers gently rubbing around your pussy and towards your other hole, down to your inner thighs again.

You push back into him and he gently grabs your hip.

"Don't move, my honey bee."- he says and you snort.

"Alright, pumpkin pie."- you retort.

"Let me do all the work, you just relax."- he says, fingers sliding through your dripping folds repeatedly, making you clench around nothing constantly, before he finally presses into your clit.

"Mm."- you moan when he starts sliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clit, swollen with arousal and coated in your slick.

You moan quietly as Felix keeps massaging your sensitive clit slowly, up and down, left and right and then circling it and gently pinching it, occasionally dipping his fingertips into your cunt to gather more of your arousal.

You've never had anyone touch you this gently, it was usually a guy just flicking your clit fast when you're about to cum and while that does feel nice, this was a different kind of nice.

You felt tortured in a good way, like Felix was constantly dangling your orgasm in front of your eyes but never letting you get to it.

So much arousal kept gushing out of your pussy that for a moment you thought you were cumming as he kept pressing his fingers into your clit, playing your body expertly, like he's done this many times before.

"Lix- I wanna cum."- you whimper.

"I know love, but be patient. Just a bit more, I promise it's gonna feel amazing."- he coos at you, fingers working your nub faster and with more pressure.

You push back into him again and he grabs your hip as he starts flicking your swollen clit fast.

"Lixie, ah!"- you whine loudly, your slick coating his hand.

"I need you inside me!"- you add, holding onto the sheets.

"Mhm, later. I know you can cum just from this."- he says, as you keep jolting and whining.

You can't believe it's happening but your orgasm hits you like a wave, as you spill onto his hand, moaning loudly as he keeps massaging your sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck!"- you whimper when he slides his fingers to your folds.

"Interested in a deeper massage?"- his voice is low and dark as he leans down to your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Mm, please Lixie."- you moan.

He slowly pushes two of his fingers into your sopping cunt, taking him in greedily as you were so relaxed and ready to receive.

Felix adjusts his position between your legs and it doesn't take him long to find your gummy spot.

"Lix!"- you groan when he starts gently fucking into it.

"Feels good?"- he asks, his lips brushing your ear as he scissors you open.

"Heavenly."- you moan out as he fucks you slowly, effectively massaging your walls, making your pussy clench on his fingers constantly, begging for more.

"Just relax."- he says as you keep pushing back on his hand, slowly fucking yourself on his fingers.

"I said relax."- he chuckles, lightly smacking your ass.

You gasp, calming down immediately, surprised by his commanding tone and actions.

You never thought your shy Felix would be handling you like this as you present yourself to him, to use you freely as he wants.

But all he actually wants is to bring you pleasure like you've never felt before, making sure to ruin every man for you so you only belong to him.

Eventually he speeds up, his fingers perfectly hitting your sweet spot and driving you insane, as you drip around him, the wet sounds are so loud that it makes you feel even more aroused.

Felix leans down and unexpectedly starts kissing and gently biting the flesh on your ass as he holds your hip and ruts his fingers fast into you.

"Ah, ah, Lix- Lixie, ah! Felix!"- you moan desperately as you tremble, squirting a fountain as he keeps on fucking into you, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can, teeth sinking into your flesh as you squirm under him.

"Oh..."- you're speechles when he pulls out, you can't feel your legs and your ears are ringing.

"You with me, angel?"- Felix hovers above you as he caresses your head gently.

"That was the best orgasm ever."- you exhale.

"Told you I wanna make you feel better."- he smirks, hearing you praise him boosts his ego and makes his cock twitch and throb painfully inside his tight boxers.

"Is there more?"- you chuckle making him laugh and he gently turns you to lay on your back.

"If you want, I can offer more special massages."- he smirks as his eyes roam all over your body, his hands squeezing your thighs and massaging them gently.

You look down to see his dick straining in his pants.

He follows your eyes and looks down too, just as you hook your fingers in his pants.

"I want your cock, Lixie."- you say as you slowly slide his pants down.

"You do?"- he looks a bit surprised and you giggle.

"Mhm."- you say as you finally free him.

"Oh."- you gasp. "You're a grower."- you add with a smirk.

"Oh shut up."- he looks embarassed suddenly and you start giggling again.

"Come here and kiss me first."- you say and his eyes soften as he leans down to kiss you sloppily, your tongues crashing against each other, his heavy cock pressed against you.

"So pretty."- you bit on his lip as your hands wrap around his length.

"What, my cock?"- he chuckles.

"Mhm. Want it so bad."- you whimper, and Felix groans lowly.

"You can have it, angel. Anything you need."- he says as he slowly pushes inside you.

"Mm. More."- your legs wrap around him, making him hit deeper as he keeps pushing his length inside you until he fills you up to the brim.

"Feeling relaxed?"- he asks, his hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear and gently touch your face.

"Mhm, I have no thoughts at all."- you give him a smile and he chuckles quietly.

"Then, let's keep it that way."- he says as he slowly starts sliding his cock against your walls.

Felix keeps working hard to make you satisified and relaxed, to get you into a state of pure bliss, even if it means putting his own pleasure at the back shelf as he makes you cum on his cock over and over again.

He fucks you until you're shaking and crying, gripping at his biceps and clawing at his back, whimpering how sensitive you are, your pussy sloppy and shaped to fit his cock, which is when he finally lets go, cumming inside you hard, filling you up with his hot cum.

And when you fall asleep in his arms, a small blissful smile on your face, Felix knows he has accomplished his mission.

And he will do it again in a heartbeat, anything to make you feel better.

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hisunflower · 12 days

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early for you, late for others | lee haechan.

Genre: Fluff. | Word Count: 0.5k. | No warnings.

Author’s Note: I suddenly started writing the most random thing and here we are— my brain’s telling me something!!! No time is wasted? Time is precious with the ones you love? Anyway, enjoy!! I love soft Haechan <3

Thinking about Haechan whispering to you that you have to get up for work, but he doesn’t yell or give off the slightest vibe of annoyance from your alarm blaring.

He knows how tired you’ve been from working all week. It’s completely understandable, you’re not the only one.

“Baby…” he says lowly. Your boyfriend is back from the bathroom where he had freshened up for the morning.

You heard everything, but it was comforting knowing he’s there. The toilet flushing, the shower running, the occasional dropping of a product on the floor by accident, his electrical toothbrush and the sound of his house shoes sweeping across the floorboards when he came back to bed.

The mattress sinks in beside you as he sits. He reaches for your phone and turns off the alarm. You only have one set ‘cause you know you can trust that he’ll wake you if you’re ever close to oversleeping.

He smells like coconut. That’s your shampoo.

The two of you usually slept in on weekends, but you’ve both been working overtime due to your work schedules.

“Hyuck, how do you do it?” You groan, peaking at him through half lidded eyes. You slept late, staying up watching your favorite show. It was worth it, yet now you’re as tired as you were when you arrived home from work yesterday.

He’s wide awake. Still in his pajamas after his shower, but wide awake. He doesn’t have to be at work as early as you.

He leans down, lifting his legs onto the bed and scooting his body next to yours, until he’s resting on your pillow with one arm. “What was that baby?”

You turn your head to him. Hair a mess. “How do you get up everyday, get ready and just not procrastinate?”

“Me? Not procrastinate? I think everyone procrastinates—it’s just a matter of how they do it. I’m late to work all of the time, but it’s just ‘cause I’m handling more important things here. He’s smiling. (Fyi: He usually just hangs around as you get ready for work. Sometimes even making you lunches or rambling about the most random things. It’s always a surprise with him, but you love it and miss it when you don’t have it). It just looks like procrastination...especially by the time I get to my job.”

He places his free arm over your waist and gently feels along your soft skin as he speaks. “I get up everyday because you give me the strength to. Everyday isn’t perfect, it can be hard, but I get ready first so I can come back to see my beautiful girlfriend in her most authentic form.”

Haechan looks at you and doesn’t hesitant to physically adore you. His hand comes up to move your frizzy hair out of your face, which is extra volumized this morning, making him laugh. He softly squishes your puffy blushed cheeks together, pressing a kiss to your lips over and over again until you’re giggling into his smooches.

“I love you Hyuck.” You’re fully conscious.

“I love you more y/n.” He’s fully in love.

You reach to kiss him again, “I love you most.”

“Impossible...” He returns, caressing your cheek with his thumb and tracing the curved smile of your bottom lip.

You have no clue just how quickly he sprints through those doors from work to come home to you, the person on the other side of the door to his heart.

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sugar-plum-writer · 2 months

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No One Else <3

Tags: Creampie; rough sex; cum-play; size kink; over-stimulation; public sex; whored out; spanking; unprotected sex; manhandling; MDNI (18+!); smut; NSFW + NSFW; Public Sex; humiliation; degradation kink; porn with little plot; fem!reader

A/n: Finally I am back from Hiatus~ my college exams over woo-hoo! enjoy this fic~ feel free to send asks and your ideas for other fics~

Synopsis: What happens when your boss- The Gojo Satrou your boss the CEO sees you fucking the manager instead of him? How could you? aren't secretaries of CEO's meant to seduce the CEO's?

Word count: 2.2k

Gojo

Moans escaped your lips as you sat on your manager's lap; you've always been the pretty obedient secretary everyone loved- hell you were always looked up to by the people around you at work. The perfect "secretary" of CEO Gojo Satoru of the multi-billion dollar company "The Gojo Corporation" just their logo the italic fancy "G" was enough for everyone to bow their heads in respect.

Your boss being the most sought after bachelor- tall, handsome, rich, future head of the Gojo Corporation who could manipulate the global market with a lift of his finger. You liked him who would not? though you never confessed as well- why would he ever look your way when top models, actresses, etc where always around him?

"Who knew you were such a natural huh? CEO Gojo must sure love having his way with you", kissing your neck and whispering in a deep voice- his eyes darkened as he smirked biting your neck and leaving hickeys

"Ah- ", your eyes glossy as you grinded on his bulge trying to earn even a little bit of stimulation- "B- Boss Satoru… hah…he never fucked me till now", you blurted out as you panted

You were fucking your manager- scandalous? yes; if anyone saw you right now? Hell, Gojo will chew you out alive and even fire you for breaking the rules. The only reason you were even taking this risk was because the manager was hot and your brain just had lost it today from stress

As you looked into his eyes as you kissed him- the olive green eyes nearly hypnotized you, he could never beat your boss Gojo's hotness but hey? who can blame you for getting the second-hottest guy to fuck you? especially with how frustrated with work you are these days.

Non-stop meetings, travel from one country to another, prepare your boss Gojo's documents, schedule, deal with his affairs and what not

Gotta Blow off some steam cause working overtime for money is not enough to fulfill your needs

"Is that so? hm-", chuckling darkly he grabbed you by the jaw "Well- a secretary as good as you deserve to be fucked we-"

Before the next words could be uttered the door suddenly opened- making your jaw drop in horror. It was your boss- Gojo Satoru the CEO

His Italian leather shoes shined as usual- was it the new Armani shirt he was wearing? your eyes looked him up and down nervously as you got off your manager's lap. Sharp black suit, his white hair swept back making him look even bossier than before- and the cold look in his azure eyes- made you gulp

You are fucked today, aren't you?

"Oh, sir! This-" your manager tries to speak, his hands shaking as got up from the chair, "Fired"

Without batting his eyes he just walked towards you, hands in his pockets- sharp- intimidating- completely different from how he normally was

The look he was giving you made you shudder- your legs nearly going weak

"Boss- this! I can explain-" Coming to your senses you scrambled to explain

"How annoying", he grabbed you by the jaw tilting your head as he gazed at the hickies your manager had left even more pissed, "Is my secretary this much of a whore? Should have added that to your resume tsk"

"S-Sir!- please- I really"

"Really what? my dear secretary?", his grip tightening on your wrist as he dragged you with him outside. The whole office floor was looking at you two awe-struck about what the hell was going on

Why is the secretary's neck covered in hickies today?

How did the Miss perfect secretary get on Mr. Gojo's bad side?

"Do you wanna be fucked that badly?", with a whisper he chomped down on your neck- teeth grazing your neck- over the hickies the manager had left- blood coating his lips as he looked into your eyes- so possessively it was scary

"G-Gojo- ah! it hurt-", wincing you tried to push him away making him only pin you against the wall biting harder- as if ingraining into your bones on who you belonged to

"Gojo- Sir-!" gasping you cling to him as tears trickled down your eyes, "E-Everyone is- hah look-!" Before any words could be uttered, he kissed you hard with his tongue biting your lips and making you breathless

"Hah so?"

"Taking the risk of getting fired for him is fine? fucking me the man who owns the place is embarrassing? huh", pulling back- a string of saliva connected you both; he brought his knee up and grinded against your cunt. The expensive suit probably worth more than your months of salary combined covered in your slick.

"Ah-" you gasped as the sudden wave of pleasure hit you- "Gojo!" eyes wide you dug your nails into his back- your poor cunt was ruthlessly being abused by him right now

"Please- Merc-y! ah-", you squirmed pathetically but he just got even harsher

"Shall we show them all, how much of a whore you are? hm? The oh-so-perfect secretary is a hidden slut?", he whispered darkly sending goosebumps down your spine

It was pathetic how even in such a situation your cunt just kept getting wetter- your slick covered his pants as his knee continued to grind against your pussy. All sloppily and puffy asking for mercy as it dripped in front of the whole office.

"I-I am not a Slu-! ah!" you moaned again as you squirmed, "Then what are you getting even wetter for huh?", smirking he leaned in, "You wanna cum so bad? Shall I make you cum my dear secretary?"

"W-What? G-Gojo please…'tis too m-mu-" Before another word could be said his grinding got even harsher, "Ah- ahh-" gasping you arch your back cumming all over his pants- juices all gushing out dripping all over the pristine floor

"hah- ah..." you panted your brain hazily- hell your legs were still shaking from the intense orgasm- "Gojo…Sir..", you gazed up at him with your glassy eyes

"Fuck…" he whispered under his breath

"Guess I really should have fucked you before huh?", removing his tie he dropped it on the floor while simultaneously he removed his coat- god- he wanted to fuck you till he owned you- the way you were looking at him was better than all imaginations he conjured up while he jerked off thinking of you

"Y-Your heard everything? i-inside?", hearing his words made your eyes widen- goosebumps spreading across your skin after all how long was he standing? how did he know? so many questions swirled your already hazy brain

"I did", with a smirk he spoke, his voice strained by how much he was holding himself back from his ramming his dick into you

"A good secretary deserves to be fucked well right?", with a dark animalistic gaze he leaned in as he whispered- his deep voice enough to make you lose your mind; god have mercy

You don't know why but the way he said it made the walls of your cunt clench tight oozing with desire- You might at this point give in to being fucked in front of the whole office

"Mr.Gojo should have had his way long ago huh? How much of a natural you are", he continued to whisper as his hands went to your clitoris stroking it and making you moan even harder as you held onto him

"Ah-", your brain already felt hazy from the previous intense orgasm, "'toru- please..please..I wanna cum! Please!", the pleasure again was making your brain numb- the whispers, his hand on your clit, stroking it- teasing you while you gasped and moaned in front of the whole office

"I don't think so- after all which good secretary goes and fucks her manager instead of her boss huh?", he smacked your cunt- making it even more puffy as pre-cum dripped out of you

"N-No…Ah! I mean-", whining your grip on him tightened even more- tears spilled out- the pleasure was too good, and at this point, you did not care he was fucking you in front of the whole office

"You keep forgetting whose paycheck you are on dear- what about him even made you think he could give it to you better huh?", pissed he pinched your clitoris making you mewl and cum instantly

It was too much- he was too mean- the pleasure was too much- you were nothing but a mess right now- cum dripping all over, tear-stained face- voice cracked from all the moaning- you wanted to save your poor cunt from more abuse- but it felt so good

He looked so hot hell just when you thought he could not get hotter he just did

The carnal gaze, his icy cold blue eyes looking into yours, tie and coat on the floor, shirt unbuttoned, his hair slight bit messy- while he made you cum again and again- his deep voice- you were melting under him all the while the employees just stood stunned

"If you had seduced me like a good secretary does- you would not be like this you know?", smirking he sat down on the couch kept in the center of the office floor; all the eyes still on you two, "It's time you really show the skills you got darling"

Mind hypnotized by the sheer desire you were feeling right now- you literally crawled to him- legs shaking from the previous orgasms as you looked up at him- embarrassed, shameful, literally you felt so humiliated right now you could die but hey? even god won't blame you right? he was so- hypnotic it's like he just knew how to have his way

"Y-Yes Sir...", pushing your hair aside he brought your face close to his dick, "I don't think I need to tell you want to do?"

"No sir...", hazily you started sucking on his dick dragging your tongue from the base to the tip- he was so big; you knew he was big but this big? the veins on his dick pulsing as his hand gripped the back of your head

"Fuck..", he tossed his head back, "-should have done this long back"

You kept sucking, pre-cum dribbling down your chin as you kept going- tongue swirling around the tip

"Shit- Fuck-" , without a warning he rammed his dick deep into your mouth- deep throating you as he buried your face into his crotch

"G-Gojo- ah!", chocking on his dick tears trickled down your eyes from pleasure. His cum dripped out of your mouth, your face covered in cum as you gazed up at him. Next thing you knew he pulled you onto his lap and rammed his dick into your pouty sloppy and pathetic cunt- he was too big- your poor hole had to work overtime to adjust to his length with how big he was

"'toru..", you looked at him in the eyes with the last bit of rationality gone. You really had lost it today- how will you ever face the office from here on out? secretary letting her boss fuck her in the middle of the office floor and even sucking his dick for him? That too the CEO Gojo Satoru of the "Gojo Corporation" quite the headline for the morning news- the list goes on as you imagined the headlines

"Dragged from fucking manager to boss!"

"What's the relationship between Mr. Gojo and his secretary?"

"Did Mr. Gojo pay her? How much money was involved?"

"Secret revealed! learn to suck Dick from Mr. Gojo's secretary! Exclusive interview from sugar daddy website editor!"

...

Smirking he started stroking your clit again rubbing your clitoris- fingers moving in circles teasing you so much you could hit him- too bad your whole body was shaking right now. The smirk that always made your heart flutter, was making your heart flutter even now; though you tried to bury the feelings it never worked and certainly not right now

"You really are quite the piece of work~ huh dear secretary?", he whispered as he continued to jerk you off while his dick kept ramming into you, "'toru! ah! 'tis too much...I can't!...I really can't!", digging your nails onto his back you continued to moan

"You can, you are a good secretary of mine aren't you? be a good girl and cum", increasing his pace he stretched your folds making you curl your toes from pleasure and intensity your vision went white for a minute you though you could see the gates of heaven

"I-'m cumming!...ah! 'toru!" burying your face of the crook of his neck you came again at this point you had no idea how many times you came- all you knew was just pleasure in your hazy mind as you knocked yourself out exhausted

Little did you know Gojo in the mean time you were asleep on his lap- continued to make the employees work unbothered of everything that happened as he carried you in his arms- all security footage and everything was over-ridden and edited- you were all his after all- and only he get's to have his way like this with you

As for your Manager may lord have mercy on him, how dare he think he could lay his hands on you?

"Just say the word and it's yours after all- there is nothing I Gojo Satoru cannot do all you gotta do you open your mouth darling~"

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incarnadin3 · 1 month

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How Obey Me Brothers realized they were in love with MC: Part One, Lucifer

A/N: This idea was in my brain for a while so I decided why not write it? Also, am I the only one who writes well in their head but struggles to write it on paper??? Like wtf should I yap on here.

Lucifer: The Mighty Firstborn

Since Lucifer was the first born, all the major responsibilities were naturally given to him. From paying bills, and managing Mammon's spending, to ensuring the House of Lamentation was running properly, it was quite a lot for the Avatar of Pride.

But his pride refused to let him show weakness, instead working himself overtime to stay on top of things, which often led to him burning himself out, like today.

Mammon had somehow managed to steal Lord Diavolo's card and spent a hefty amount on gambling. While the Prince seemed unfazed, perhaps even a bit amused by the ordeal, Lucifer had been livid.

After lecturing and tying him up to the ceiling as usual, he had been working through a stack of papers, ranging from letters from angry witches demanding their money back from Mammon, to debts that had to be payed because of his greedy brother.

As the moon rose higher in the sky, the stack of papers did not seem to lower, towering over him, waiting to be reviewed.

Even though it didn't outwardly appear that Lucifer loved his brothers, at heart, he really truly did.

Which was currently the reason why he had Mammon's homework in front of him, one of the many he had forgotten to do in his haste to go gambling.

Lucifer sighed, scribbling in the answers, wrinkling his nose ever so slightly at the messy handwriting. Mammon wasn't one to have good handwriting, and if Lucifer wanted to pretend that Mammon was the one who wrote in th answers, he had to copy his handwriting.

As soon as he wrote the last few words, his pen instantly slipped from his fingers, and his head dropped forward onto his desk, and he was knocked out cold.

The next day, as he discreetly slid the homework papers into Mammon's bag before the teacher began to collect them, he realized that in his haste to do Mammon's homework, he had forgotten to do his. Him, Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, the Mighty Firstborn, the one who never missed a single assignment, was about to get berated for not doing his homework.

He tensed up as the Teacher approached, nodding approvingly as she took Mammon's homework, then held out her hand expectantly at Lucifer, wait for him to hand in his homework.

"𝘐…𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬…."

"𝘌𝘹-𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦?"the teacher stammered, staring at him as if he head sprouted two heads.

He merely sighed, his head dropping as he heard Mammon snicker in the background. Suddenly he heard another voice intervene.

"Teacher! Lucifer did do his homework! I accidentally took it thinking it was mine!"

Lucifer just stared in surprise, confusion, and shock as you gave an embarrassed smile, holding out the homework, his name written across the top. He watched as the teacher glared and lectured you on not stealing other's homework and passing it off as their own, even if it was by mistake.

As the class continued, he could barely focus, as he noticed you place a comforting hand on his thigh, occasionally squeezing it in comfort as they continued their lesson. As he finally began writing his notes in for the class, a small note suddenly got slipped into his hands.

We all appreciate your efforts, especially your brothers. You are truly amazing for doing what you did. We love you -MC

Lucifer couldn't help but blush slightly, a few tears at the corners of his eyes, as he reread each kind word.

He looked sideways at MC, who was ever so focused on their notes, thoughtfully chewing their bottom lip as the worked. It was at this moment that he realized that he truly loved you, and would be willing to kill for them.

After Lilith's death, it was as if no one wanted to appreciate his efforts. True, his sin made it harder to express himself, but his brothers refused to even try to understand him or appreciate why he did what he did. But today, seeing you go out of your way to appreciate him, made him realize that maybe, just maybe, there was some happiness in store for him.

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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Where They Are Sensitive 18+

Warning: contains smut (obvi), talks of thigh grinding, cunnilingus, hickeys, nipple sucking (lmao)

A/N: @muzanswaifu got my brain working overtime after the Giyu Drabble she wrote. So here are my personal takes on the Hashira and where they are most sensitive

Tomioka Giyu: his thighs, his neck, his lower back

When it comes to Giyu’s thighs, he didn’t realize how sensitive they were until you sat on his lap

Mid-make out session, literally only the second time y’all had ever done something like this, you climb onto his lap and suddenly that man is a goner

Your weight on his thighs as reduced Giyu to a whining mess, his hands roaming your body with more fervor, his kisses turning rougher, the whole nine yards.

If you grind on his thigh? He’s making just as much noise as you are. The steady rhythm of your cunt gliding back and forth on his tensed thigh has his eyes rolling back.

Giyu’s neck is ticklish, which in turn makes it very sensitive. You discovered this during the same Make out session towards the beginning of your relationship

Your lips on Giyu’s neck is his absolute kryptonite. That man is putty in your hands the second your tongue glides along the column of his neck.

Giyu’s lower back is a place he never knew was sensitive until he met you. Thanks to your hands, he realized.

You were giving him a back massage because he had gotten hurt on a mission. As your hands crept lower, the heat on his face rose. So did the noises he made.

Now, even the slightest of touches along the small of his back has him tensing, your giggles only making it worse.

Kocho Shinobu: her hips, her stomach

The moment your hands rest on her hips, she’s clenching her jaw in hopes of not making any noises

They are just a tad ticklish, when your hands massage the flesh it doesn’t help her case

She enjoys the feeling of course, especially when you’re going down on her. Nothing makes her feel as helpless / at your mercy than your hands on her hips, holding her still.

Hold her hips while you kiss her, she’ll melt into your touch, holding you tighter in fear of you letting go.

Shinobu’s stomach is ticklish, even the slightest of touches will have laughter spilling out of her

You found this out unintentionally, your lips gliding from her neck to her chest, down to her stomach with the intentions of going lower

All it took was a couple of pecks and she was laughing softly, nearly breathless. Which surprised you a lot considering the mood of the situation.

You use it against her a few minutes later, face buried between her legs while your hands trial across the plain of her stomach.

This earns you a mixture of noises, breathless laughs and moans. Tears glimmering in her eyes from the intensity of the sensations you’re bringing her

Rengoku Kyojuro: his chest/nipples, his jaw, his earlobes

The feeling of your hands resting on his chest is enough to send Kyojuro spiraling. Now take things further and lick or suck on his chest? It’s a miracle if he doesn’t cum.

He didn’t know how sensitive his chest was until you began leaving hickeys on it. The gentle sucking sensation sending shrills of arousal straight through him.

When you licked his nipple for the first time, his face turned the deepest shade of red you had ever seen. A nearly guttural moan tumbling from his lips as you suck.

Kyojuro’s jaw was another surprising revelation. Your teeth gently scraping the skin, goosebumps trailing through his body as you moved towards his ear.

You know that space, right where your jaw ends, that little space between the bone and your earlobe? Nip at that, suck on it, it does something to him (this one is super specific so I hope it makes sense lol)

Sucking along his jaw will have him melting under your touch, soft moans escaping him while his hands hold your hips as tightly as possible

Biting his ear lobe was just to tease him, but the gentle, almost ticklish pressure, sent Kyojuro into a fit of breathless giggles and moans

He’s embarrassed about this, because you know it’s an easy target. If he gives you a hug, you’re going to bite his earlobe. If you cuddle at night? You’re going to nibble his earlobe. It’s become a game at this point

Combine all three of these sensitive areas and you’ll have him whimpering for you.

Uzui Tengen: his thighs, the back of his neck, his chest

When it comes to his thighs, it’s more about gentle touches. Truth be told, Tengen is sensitive all over but only when the touches are gentle.

Being gentle with Tengen will melt his heart, turn his brain to mush, he’ll be putty in your hands, whining softly.

Sitting on his lap, running your fingers along his thighs, you’ll notice him turning red, that confidence he always has it melting away and he’s getting shy.

You discovered the back of his neck was sensitive when you were doing his hair one morning.

The feeling of your fingers threading through his hair, just barely scrapping the back of his neck. The moan that slipped past his lips was enough to silence all of you.

Naturally that means you have to tease him, kissing the back of his neck and biting it until he couldn’t help but gasp out a “stop”. Not because he wanted to go stop, rather, he was embarrassed

When it comes to Tengen’s chest, it’s no surprise that he’s very reactive to your hands on him

Especially if you’re straddling his waist, dainty hands trailing along his pecks and smiling as a blush creeps down his neck

Luckily, he has you, makio, suma and hinatsuru. You can easily stimulate all of his “weak points” at once

Kanroji Mitsuri: her hips, her breasts, her inner thighs

Now I know what you’re thinking, some of her most sensitive areas are usually exposed when she’s wearing her uniform. Lemme explain.

When it comes to Mitsuri’s hips, she’s very particular about what makes them sensitive. Gently putting your hand on her hip won’t really earn a reaction.

However, squeezing her hips, massaging them, holding them tight while you kiss her or do other things? She’s whining and melting into your every movement.

For Mitsuri’s breasts, it’s the same kind of idea. I mean she doesn’t wear any wraps or bras, just puts on her uniform and prays. Despite the sensitive skin being exposed, her uniform top is tight enough that they don’t move.

Now, when you touch them, lick them, suck on them, she’s a whining, squealing mess.

She’s almost embarrassed of how sensitive they are, her face warm and eye lids heavy while she watches you lavish them in bites and kisses

The only part of her thighs that are super sensitive are her inner thighs. Even the lightest of touches will have her instinctively trying to close them

Leaving hickeys on her inner thighs will drive her insane, the process and the result are almost too much for her to look at never mind endure

She’s also very ticklish, so don’t be shocked if touching her anywhere has her turning a shade of pink

Iguro Obanai: his chest, his dick, his neck

Obanai is a man of …modesty… for lack of better words.

He’s not used to being touched never mind being touched in particular places with further intent. So it’s not all that shocking that something like your hands on his chest has noises coming out of him that he’s never made.

Your hands on his chest will have his brain doing cartwheels. He’s not use to such an intimate touch and the moment your fingers ghost his nips he’s losing it

Now I know what you’re thinking “May, his dick?” Yes, his dick. Hear me out, please.

Obanai isn’t one to masturbate, he’s not one to really to think about pleasuring himself. So the first time you touch him, he’s gasping for air, praying he doesn’t instantly cum.

He gains a tolerance of course, but those first few times he’s absolutely at your mercy. Making noises he can’t stand because he finds them embarrassing

Now, his neck being sensitive came as a shock because Kaburamaru usually sits there.

The thing is, he’s grown a tolerance for Kaburamaru. But your tongue feels a lot different than a snake slithering around his neck and shoulders

The thing with Obanai is the fact that he’ll grow a tolerance for all of his more sensitive areas. But that doesn’t mean he won’t get the chills and melt into you when you touch him.

Shinazugawa Sanemi: his abdomen, his tip, his thighs

Lord, it’s me again. He’s so confident in the fact that he isn’t sensitive nor is he ticklish and there is nothing you can do to convince him otherwise…

Until your hands are on his hips, kissing your way down to groin and suddenly he can’t stop the blush covering his face. Not only that but he can’t stop the noises.

Your teeth scraping along his abdomen, tongue sliding along his v-line, he’s closing his eyes so you can’t see the fact that they are rolling backward.

It also doesn't help that the sight of you licking and sucking along his abdomen and hip bone looks so utterly lewd

When it comes to the tip of his cock, there is no controlling the noises he makes. The moment your lips wrap around him, he’s an absolute goner for you.

You don’t even have to worry about the rest of his dick, you could sit there and lavish the head and he’d be content, probably spilling into your mouth or on your face within seconds

When it comes to his thighs, Sanemi can’t contain his noises as your nails scrap across the plains of his skin.

If you ever want to work him up in public, just rest your hand on his inner thigh and go no futher.

Combine these three things together and you just may bring Sanemi to his knees. I'm serious. He'll go weak in the knees.

Himejima Gyomei: his neck, his shoulders, his hips

This man is covered in muscle so you’d think it would be pretty hard to find some weak points on him

However, despite his height and build, I can assure you that Gyomei is a simple man with simple desires

Your lips on his neck make him, of all people, feel small. At your mercy even, willing to do whatever you desire.

He finds it a bit scandalous if you leave marks on him, but he secretly enjoys it. He also likes that you tell him you’ve left a mark behind because he can’t see it lol

Massaging his shoulders will earn you many pretty noises

Honestly, this man will start to purr if you massage body just right. But his shoulders will really get him going.

His hips are something sacred to be fully honest, he’ll turn a shade of red when he feels you touch him there

Your small hands on his waist, sinking to his hips, is almost amusing to him. But that doesn’t stop the shrill of arousal that shoots down his spine when your grip tightens

A special bonus is just sitting on his lap while kissing his neck or massaging his shoulders. The added pressure drives him a bit wild.

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winterrrnight · 3 months

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your best friend rafe holding you because you needed it <3 a bsf!rafe cameron x gn!reader blurb <3 extremely self indulgent cause my touch starvation has been acting up because of my period I think 🥰 <3 part two to this <3 cw: talks of bottling up emotions, venting, reader breaks down in rafe’s arms, reader is hyper independent, super comforting, lower case is intentional <3

rafe always knew that you had a knack to start putting others before yourself. with the way you made sure everyone else around you was doing okay, but simultaneously forgetting to check in with yourself the same way was becoming a habit for you, and when rafe found about it, he was determined to help you break that habit.

he also knew you weren’t the best at voicing what you needed, let it be just a helping hand for a simple task. he knew you preferred to do everything on your own; but he wanted to change that. he wanted you to ask for help when you needed it, he wanted you to talk about what’s been bothering you instead of attempting to solve it on your own, and he wanted to be that person for you.

he wanted you to trust him irrevocably, just the way he could always trust you.

everytime he ever saw you all alone, he could see you were deep in thought. even from a far distance he could see the gears working overtime in your brain, and all he ever wanted was to provide you a safe space where you can spill out every single thought in your head and begin feeling better. he knew he had begun cracking the hard shell of your mind that protected all your thoughts, but that was the bare minimum. he still hadn’t learnt what he wished he could.

you both were at a party, but you were quick to make your way out of the large, tight crowds without anyone noticing (but rafe did) to the garden of the huge party mansion, where you sat all alone, in that familiar way of your knees hugged to your chest as you just… thought.

“hey,” rafe said softly as he sat down next to you on the lush grass. he had followed you out the moment he saw you left.

usually, you were one to respond with a quick smile and sweet words, because that’s how you were: you had mastered hiding your true feelings behind a facade.

but right now, no words came out. you were silent, your gaze fixed on your knees, and rafe could feel the tension radiating from you.

“drink?” he asked gently, gesturing the red cup in his hand towards you. you just shook your head, mumbled a soft ‘no, thank you’, and let yourself drift in your thoughts.

a silence fell over you two as you heard the thumping bass and the blurry music from inside the party, the indistinct chatter of people inside floating outside to the garden.

you suddenly let out a loud huff, burying your face in your hands. it looked as if you were overwhelmed, completely tired out, and you had way too much on your mind.

he saw you slowly lift your head up from your hands, a shuddering breath escaping you as you rubbed your palms on your thighs, looking around everywhere but at him. he caught a glint in your eye as one of the lights in the garden reflected in your eye; a glint of tears.

“hey hey,” he said softly, keeping the cup in his hand on the side and wrapping his arms firmly around you. he felt you tense at the sudden contact, but you were quick to relax. he figured you were on the edge of breaking down, and the moment he took you in his arms, you tipped off the edge, and the tears began to flow down.

your hands fisted his shirt tightly, as if he’s the only thing keeping you grounded in this overwhelming, confusing moment. your head felt like a mesh of thoughts, not knowing what they all entailed or meant, but what you did know was that it hurt.

rafe tightened his hold around you and let you bury your face in his chest, allowing you to let out as much as you felt like. he didn’t know how many days, weeks, months, years of stress you were carrying with yourself at that moment, things that bothered you immensely but you just kept on burying them in your overfilled heart. he felt his heart shatter at the sight of you breaking down, but he also knew he wanted to get to the bottom of this, and to help you.

“shh… you’re okay, I’m here, I’m here for you,” he whispered softly in your ear, rubbing his hands up and down his back to soothe you.

he felt you tighten your hold on him and squeeze closer to him, your quiet sobs muffled by his chest.

what he didn’t know was how much you craved to hear the words he just told you.

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castiwls · 4 months

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who's afraid of little old me? -s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'I want to snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.'

Requested;@nix-rose

Notes;so sorry this took so long exams are kicking my ass

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Laughter rang out through the air as children ran happily around the small playground. It wasn’t often you got much free time in the towns you visited so when the occasion arose you were quick to snap up the chance.

“I miss being this carefree.” You leaned forward leaning on your knees. Sam looked at you from the corner of his eyes an unreadable look on his face. “What do you mean?” He asked taking a sip from the cup in his hand.

“I mean…I miss being a kid you know. Your biggest issue being who gets which swing or what snack your gonna have before your dinner.” You shrugged. “Simple things.” As your gaze fell back onto the small playground Sam continued to watch you.

He sat for a moment, mulling over his thoughts. He sometimes forgot that you’d both been raised very differently. While his childhood had been anything but carefree you’d seemingly spent your formative years like most children and part of him envied you for that.

He envied how normal you were. The fact that you could look at a playground and be hit with a sense of nostalgia he could only imagine in his wildest dreams. Sam let out a quiet hum before sitting back on the bench.

You were both quiet for a moment before you turned your head to face him. You watched his expression for a moment, noticing the slight longing in his eyes. Sucking in a breath you spoke. “Your childhood wasn’t like this.” You sent him a bashful smile before placing your cup down beside you.

Sam shook his head wrapping an arm around you. “It’s alright.” He shrugged before turning his attention back to the playground.

It had surprised you at first when Sam and told you the details of his childhood. You’d honestly been slightly horrified when you’d first found out. The thought of growing up in that type of life had sent a feeling of nausea running through you.

It seemed a miracle that Sam had turned out the way he did.

Though you knew that was only partly true.

“You’ve never been to a park?” You asked suddenly. “Surely either Dean or Bobby would have taken you.”

Sam thought for a moment before shaking his head. “Nope. Not even once.” His gaze hardened for a moment. “I wasn’t the type of child who went to a park.” He said simply before standing from the bench. “We should probably head back.” He offered you his hand.

Standing from the bench you took his hand and followed him from the park. You both walked in peaceful silence, slowly taking in the small town.

As you walked Sam could feel his brain working overtime as he thought through his whole childhood. Or lack of childhood.

Situations like this made him feel cheated. Made him feel angry that he’d never been a normal child and that he’d spent his childhood dealing with things most children only saw in nightmares.

He’d always felt on the outside of society and things like this only cemented that in his mind. He couldn’t even talk to you about basic childhood experiences because he’d never had them and that thought left anger bubbling in his stomach.

“Sam.” Your voice broke through his thoughts. Pausing in the street you turned to fully face him. “I can feel you getting tense.” You frowned slightly concerned at the look in his eyes. “I know what you're thinking and you need to stop alright? I know it sucks and I'm sorry if I could change your childhood I would.”

You squeezed his hand. “You're not the outsider you make yourself out to be.” You smiled up at him. He watched you for a moment, letting your words settle in his mind. He let out a sigh running his free hand through his hair.

“I know. I know.” Sam frowned before shaking his head. He knew deep down you were right, that the small voice in his head wasn’t his voice of reason. You were.

Taking a breath he smiled pressing a kiss to your head. “Thank you.”

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noire999 · 8 months

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Cuddle with me?

•°. *࿐ nanami x reader •°. *࿐

•°. *࿐ cw. non-curse AU, 18+, MDNI, cockwarming, praise kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex

I will post toji's ver. soon!

Toji's!

"kentooo" you call out to him pouting while he's still working at his desk. It's late at night now and he is still working. Despite what he says that he dislikes working overtime, he can't help but do it since he's the CEO of the company.

"yes, my love?" he asks you while he's typing something on his laptop. You lightly lean on his desk on his side which makes him turn to you looking at him pouting. "you said you would cuddle with me..." Ah. He must've forgotten about that. It's already late and it's been more than two hours since he's sat in his home office.

It hasn't been 15 minutes already and yet he can feel you squirming on his lap so much. "stop squirming." He says this as he wraps his arm around your waist. " 'm sorry, Kento, 'jus want you so bad." You look up at him with those doe eyes that he finds it hard to resist. You give him pepper kisses all over his face as you continue to grind on his clothed cock.

"Fuck, baby. I'm not getting any work done at this rate."

"Please daddy? Please pleaseee?"

"How about I just cockwarm you daddy??" He doesn't have to think about it since you were going to do it anyways no matter what he says. His baby girl always gets what she wants.

"Alright, but you better behave so I can finish this quickly." He kisses you deeply feeling his warm tongue on yours as you unzip his pants, rubbing your pussy on his hard-on, he takes it you didn't wear any panties and already assuming you would do this to him.

"Kentooo~" You moan his name as you slide his cock into your warm pussy. You take your time to fully adjust to his size until it reaches the hilt. He can feel you pulsating on his big cock, wanting to move but you dare not to. You want to be a good girl for him, you want him to praise you. "fuck...so good baby...just like that." He pecks your cheeks, as you struggle not to move right now.

You don't know how many minutes have passed already. Your brain is mushy as you lay your head back at his shoulder from the feeling of cockwarming him. You just feel yourself cumming if he fucks you right now. He saves the last document annnd he's done. He shuts down his laptop and puts all his materials to the side.

He immediately places you on the table, and fucks your needy pussy. He lets out a groan and feels you tighten around him. He fucks you hard from behind as you feel his breath against your ear. "Such a good girl for daddy. Letting him cockwarm your pretty pussy for him to fuck you hard." You whine. You feel him pull your hair and you pulsate on his cock. He feels this and decides to tease you. "You like that baby? You like it when I get a little rough on you? Is that it, baby girl?"

Your eyes are rolled back into your head. He fucking you like he's releasing all the stress he had for the whole day. And you cannot form any words right now. Only the 'yes...daddy...', 'fuckkk!' and your moans fill up the room. "Baby girl, decided to cockwarm daddy to release his stress, huh?" He says this as he gives your ass a slap. He feels clenching on his cock as you nod dumbly. "Shit. Baby girl, you're so good to me. Gonna cum inside you now, okay?"

"please please please!!! I want daddy's cum!! Wanna feel daddy's cum inside me!"

oh so now you can suddenly talk. begging for his cum. begging for him to fill you up. You arch your back and he can feel you cumming already on his cock, milking him. "F-fuck!" Not a second later, he cums deeply inside you so you won't waste a drop of his cum. He stays like that for a while just how you always like it. And both of you sit on his office chair with you on his lap. You feel yourself calming down and him caressing your lower belly.

"Kento?" You look at him with those same doe eyes he fell in love with.

"Yes darling?"

"I love you so much, Kento." You smile at him and kisses his lips.

"I love you too, my dear." ♡

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #fanfic #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you

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callmemickey · 1 year

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Pepsi cola gmfo!!!!!😮‍💨😭🫨 my brain is fried i love pleasure dom!simon SO much im gonna manifest this man into my life😫 that being said, I for one would love to see what happened that one time reader tried to sneak up on him and got a firsthand demonstration on what would’ve happened to her if she had been an intruder 👀🍿

oh my god girl noooo 😭 no i couldn’t POSSIBLY wri-

A dreaded late night at work was suddenly flipped into a whirlwind of excitement: no overtime! Your boss said it could wait until the next week, and you could realistically schedule in the work next Wednesday, so you brimmed with happiness. You would gladly stress and fret at work next week just to savor today.

You pulled into your driveway, a burst of energy coursing through you as you were bubbling to see your fiancé. You have frequently been coming home exhausted and much later in the evening, so coming home at the proper time? It was one of the most thrilling moments of your adult life, but coming home on time to your fiancé? Electrifying.

With an urge to surprise him, you kept your eye on the front door as you turned off your car, slinking like a weasel to the porch. You licked your bottom lip before biting it to keep back your giggles. Pulling your keys from your purse, you slowly but firmly slid the key into the door, gingerly twisting it. You exhaled, steadying yourself. Hand on the handle, you turned cautiously, anxiety shooting through your hands.

You opened the door, peeking inside before tiptoeing in, gently shutting and locking behind you. To minimize sound, you were able to slide off your work shoes. You looked down the dark hallway, noting that Simon didn’t hear you, or, at least, he wasn’t standing there waiting. You were tentative, however, with the way you hesitantly moved down the hall, gliding with your pantyhose on.

Peeking, eyes just past the doorway to the living room, you spied on Simon. He sat on the couch on the far end, his back to you with something nonsensical on the television. You narrowed your eyes as you quietly shuffled your feet to the couch, your arms creeping up while your heart pounded incredibly loud in your ears. You were just upon him, feeling as if you just trumped him in stealth - and it almost caused you to laugh.

Your hands, so gentle and featherlight, went to his shoulders. You wanted to quickly then wrap your arms around his chest, as a cute little surprise! But what you failed to realize, which you continue to do, is that your fiancé, a Lieutenant with some crazy special operations unit, couldn’t be surprised.

It was probably because he heard your car in the driveway, the front door unlocking, opening, closing, and relocking, and your feet shuffling on the floor with your breath staggering from excitement and giggles.

Faster than a snake striking its prey, Simon’s hand grasped at your arm, his other hand swooping behind to grab at your back, and with a strong, inhuman pull, flipped you over the couch and onto your back. A yell left your mouth as you flew through the air and landed with a huff. Pinning your hands to your sides, Simon spun around on the couch to straddle you.

“You’re lucky I knew that was you. Wanna know what’d I do if you were a thieving little mouse?” His tone, something you rarely heard, was a threat, but it was still oozing lust.

You were breathless for a moment, his hardened cock tenting his sweatpants, facing you proudly. You looked at it momentarily, jaw slacking and mouth salivating before blinking your gaze back up to him, half-lidded. “Yes,” you sighed eagerly, your heat spreading through your cunt, a wetness rubbing against your panties.

He smirked, lowering the band of his sweatpants and underwear, his gorgeous, thick cock springing free. Your breath stopped for a second, watching the tip bob up and down in your face before standing erect with a slight droop from the heaviness. Oh, fuck, you were so excited to be home.

Simon began rubbing his cock, pre cum beading at the head. He was horny for a while, thinking about you coming home, but reaching peak arousal when he realized you were trying to stealthily surprise him. Cute. So cute that he wanted to fuck that smirk right off of your face.

You squeezed and rocked your hips, rubbing your thighs as you tried to find some semblance of pleasure as Simon was in his. He wouldn’t give. You looked up at him. “Really?” You asked in a sad voice, feeling teased.

“Aww, hah, you think a naughty little thing like you gets to cum?” A rhetorical question. Your mouth went dry and you blinked at him, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Simon shifted up your chest, his groin just about to press your face, his heat emanating onto you. You moaned softly, excitedly, a smile filled with anticipation on your face. His hand still on his cock, he lightly tapped your cheek with his firm erection. You giggled, closing your eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“Open.” His tone was curt, demanding.

You obeyed. “Yes, sir.” Your voice rang, hiding a smirk while his hand tensed briefly at your response. Your jaw hung down, tongue out, your hot mouth beckoning him to enter.

His tip pressed onto your tongue and into your mouth, and you immediately began to bob your head onto his cock. Simon sighed, his hand moving to your hair, pulling it out of the way. You gagged, tears biting at your eyes.

“You don’t have to go that hard, baby,” he reassured in a soft voice.

You popped your mouth off of his cock. “But I thought I was a bad girl?” You asked with a pout.

He smirked, falling back into his role. “Yeah - and a fuckin’ slutty little thief, too.” He added, pushing his cock into your mouth, allowing the gags and tears.

Simon struggled with staying in character it seemed, too high strung to want to continue if there was a semblance of him hurting you. What he was going to learn was that his dominance made you painfully horny, a pool laying in your panties.

He popped his cock from your mouth, sighing at seeing you swollen red lips, saliva dripping and drooling from your mouth, mascara smeared. Your eyes were half-lidded, visibly glazed as you looked at him with neediness.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He sighed before sliding back down your body, your hands freeing.

Simon grabbed your blouse and ripped it, buttons flying across the living room as a shrill gasp involuntarily came from you from the shock. You glared at him. “Simon, that was hundreds-“

“I’ll buy you another one.” His tone was rushed as his hands snaked behind your back and undid your bra, pulling everything off from the top of your body. The man was desperate.

His hands groped deeply at your breasts, squeezing your nipples firmly, and you yelped at the movement. Simon got off of you briefly, and before you could react, he flipped you over on the couch so you were lying on your stomach. He straddled your thighs, pushing up your skirt to reveal your ass.

He angled your hips up, and, startling you, ripped your pantyhose in half to reveal your black thong. You moaned at his aggression, his hands pulling your panties down and spreading your ass. He inhaled as you whimpered, your cunt, glistening and wet, felt the cool air hit, causing a shiver to ripple up your back.

Simon’s fingers rubbed in between your folds, momentarily circling your clit before submerging them inside your needy hole. You cried out as he gave a few experimental thrusts. “You this fuckin’ wet, huh?” He chuckled, “Needy little slut.”

He pulled his fingers out, another cry leaving you as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. You whined, wiggling your hips against him, trying to usher him to plunge into you. A harsh slap stung your ass, causing you to yelp. “Simon!” You gasped, looking back at him.

His normally warm brown eyes seemed almost pitch black with desire, face serious. He squeezed your ass almost painfully, causing you to whimper. Before you could open your mouth again, he pushed his cock in, sheathing completely in one thrust.

A cry left you as he pulled back, and began fucking you with a fierce speed, your cunt barely stretched and ready. You let out a series of sharp moans, his cock angled and hitting that spot inside your pussy just right. “O-o-oh my g-god,” you gasped, beginning to lose your breath as the pleasure was building incredibly fast.

“You’re so cute- ah, thinkin’ you can sneak up on me. Like I didn’t hear you the moment you pulled in.” His hips snapped against your ass, your eyes rolling back as his cock drilled so hard into you, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“S-Si-Si-Simon-,” you squeaked with every thrust, struggling to say his name in one breath, the pleasure drowning you and pulling you down into dark depths.

He slammed into you with such drive and force that you couldn’t seem to even let out a moan, as well as barely breathe. It was teetering so dangerously close where you would be begging him to finish. Your body was flushed, covered with a film of a sweat, and your hair stuck to your face and neck.

You felt your orgasm heating up so heavy that when it started to approach, it was rushing in like a bullet train. Your nails dug at the fabric of the couch as you buried your face in.

“Oh, no, no,” Simon growled, his hand gripping into your hair and pulling your face up and to the side to make you look at him, “you’re gonna look at me while I make you cum.” He demanded, your eyes half-lidded. You barely processed what he said, because your cunt constricted and the raging impact of your orgasm stalled the breath in your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, “c’mon, baby.”

You fought the need for your eyes to roll back, straining to keep your gaze on him as you felt like your soul was imploding. “F-fuck, Simon!” You finally cried out, your moans pouring from you.

“Thaaat’s it, hah, that’s a good fuckin’ girl.” His voice was a harsh purr in your ear as he continued to fuck you through your insanity.

Simon briefly pulled out of you, a groan of disappointment ripped from you at the sudden absence of being filled. He flipped you over onto your back, your legs resting on his thighs and hands finding their way to his back.

Simon’s cock sunk into you, pushing through your still clamped walls, causing you to cry out, nails beginning to dig into the flesh on his back. He let out a very rare moan, hips slapping loudly against yours. “Ah, I wanna see your pretty face when I cum, Y/N.”

He moved your hair away from your face, watching you pant sharply as he put his thumb in your mouth. He pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, his index finger hooked and holding your chin. Simon held your mouth open, your gasps and moans falling out of you.

His hips began to lose a rhythm and his cock was hitting you harder. His hand fell from your mouth to grip the couch tightly, as if holding on. You cried out at his out of sync pace, nails pulling across his back at how overwhelmingly relentless he was, and you were close to tapping out. “Hah, ah, f-fuck, Y/N.” His voice was strained, struggling, just before he let out a harsh groan.

Simon’s hips crashed into yours once more, his cock pressed tightly against your cervix. You felt his cum pushing and filling you, causing you to shiver and let out a small whimper. He panted heavily above you, his cock still twitching inside your hole, making sure every last drop was nestled deep in your cunt.

And there he kneeled above you, dominant, protective. Simon loosened his grip from the couch, pushing hair away from your face. Half of his face was illuminated from the television, and he took a moment to watch you, flushed, sweaty, hot. He smiled softly, leaning in and giving you a deep kiss as he slid his softening cock out. You sighed into the kiss as he pulled away, his cum immediately beginning to bead out of your hole. He popped his sweatpants and underwear band up back over his hips. He leaned on his heel, his hands resting on the tops of your thighs.

“So all I learned tonight is to just break in.” You stated, causing him to chuckle, a hand rubbing your leg lightly. “Alternatively,” you started, letting the thought simmer aloud, “you could break in.”

He smirked and cocked his head. “And what’re you gonna do to stop me, love?”

“Nothing.”

#Simon can’t roleplay #cod mw2 #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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davenporttf · 1 year

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MLB Secrets: Alex

I'm going to let you in on two secrets I've been holding close my entire life: I'm gay, and I have a superpower. One of those is not that big of a deal except in a sports environment, and the other makes me sounds like I'm crazy. I don't know how to describe it, but I noticed growing up I was able to manipulate others to be a different version of themselves. All it took was wishing for it to happen in my mind and it would become their reality.

Now, I'm the first baseman for the local AAA team, the Blue Pirates. I've never used my superpower to get ahead in sports. That would be crossing a line. But I have been feeling pretty sexually repressed these days, and I think I'm overdue for some fun.

Today was a long day for the team. We lost the game in a landslide, and everyone was feeling like crap. The whole team left the locker room except for my buddy, Dylan, and I. Dylan is our center outfielder and we hang occasionally. I haven't told anyone on my team that I'm gay, and consequently I don't date really for fear of being seen. Today I could use a mood booster though.

Dylan was talking to me about his recent fishing trip when I started to wish for him to be a horny power bottom. He stopped talking suddenly as if his brain was recalculating. When he snapped out of it, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes.

"You thinking what I'm thinking big boy?" I said with a smirk.

"I'm thinking you need to pitch me your best game, sexy" he said as he turned around and brushed his ass against my throbbing 8 inch cock. I wrapped my bat against his chest and pushed him into me as I brought my lips to his.

Fuck, he tasted so good. His stubble brushed against mine and I could feel him move his ass up and down around my cock. I could spend all day teasing him but the thought of being caught was becoming too much.

"Let's take this back to my place." I suggested. His face was telling me he wanted me to fuck him here and now, but he quickly threw on his shirt and grabbed his bag. "I'll drive sexy" he said smiling.

We made our way to his truck and I jumped in to the passenger side. It was a 10 minute drive to my place from the fields but I couldn't wait to get the party started. I looked at him and wished for him to be flooded with overactive balls and a large cock. He squirmed in pleasure as his balls dropped and his legs spread out to allow them room. I then ducked down to unbutton his baseball pants and let his now 9 inch cock out. It was go time! I took his giant cock into my mouth as he tried to maintain control of the road.

I sucked and twirled my head around his head and tasted the salty precum from his dick. His balls were working overtime and he had a constant flow of pre coming out. I bobbed up and down and sucked with the energy of a DL gay in need of a dick. Dylan moaned as he felt himself getting close. I went for the finisher and took his whole cock into my throat. "OH FUCKKKK" he screamed as his jizz erupted into my throat. I felt his cock pulsate as shot after shot of what had to be the biggest load I've ever taken shot into my mouth. I brought my head up as Dylan regained control of the truck smiling at me. "Fuck, bro. We need to get to your house quick."

We pulled into my driveway and rushed inside. Dylan walked into my room and plopped onto my bed. "Let's see what you got"

He smelled rank from the game and I took no time to dive into worshiping his body. I pressed his socks against my face and licked his feet from heel to toes. I could taste all the hours of sweat from the game we just played. I gripped the bottom of his stirrup socks with my teeth, and snapped them back against his sole. The snap made him wiggle in pleasure and anticipation. "Stop teasing me, big boy!"

I crawled forward to start kissing his inner thighs. I looked at him and met his eyes. "You have an extremely sensitive hole and cheeks." I thought, and watched as he squirmed side to side.

"Fuck, dude. I need you inside me!" Dylan said breathlessly. I unbuckled and brought his pants down to his ankles. Flipping him over, I pulled him up on all fours.

"Anything for the team" I said as I pushed my throbbing cock into his hungry hole. Dylan bursted out in a loud moan, "Oooooh Fuckk!" He was precumming in his jock as I thrusted into him. My thighs clapping against his sensitive ass was heaven for me but ecstasy for Dylan. His hole gripped on my cock bringing me to the edge. I grabbed his hips and did one last deep thrust into him. I exploded into his ass, breeding him like the bottom bitch his life had become. He could resume his normal life tomorrow, but tonight he was my boytoy.

#gay tf #mental change #straight to gay #gay jock #socks #jock #sock worship

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kpop---scenarios · 2 months

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Monster (7)

Pairing: Chan x Reader x Felix

Warning: Swearing, Some Violence

Word Count: 1.2k

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@maisyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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“Mia!” You yell out, storming into your father's house. You stomp down the hallway, pushing each door open on your way down as you search for your so-called sister. “Where the fuck are you!?” You scream, stomping further down the hallway until you're stopped by your father, walking out of his office.

“What's all this shouting about, Y/N?” He asks, crossing his arms.

“Where's Mia?” You ask, ignoring his question.

“I won't answer your question, until you answer mine.” He says, giving you his stern look.

“She's up to something and I want to know what the hell it is.” You shout. “Did you know she's working with Seojoon? Huh? Who's a fucking cop!” You shout louder, making other men turn their heads to look at you and your father. He angrily grabs your arm, yanking you into his office, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Keep your fucking voice down.” He snaps, pushing you into the chair across from his office.

“How am I supposed to keep calm? She's going to ruin you!” You yell.

“Until you know what the fuck your talking about, shut the hell up!” He yells back.

“You know.” You whisper. “Are you also working with the cops?” You ask. “Chan showed me a picture of you and Seojoon talking…” You trial off. Realization suddenly hits you. “Oh my god, you're working with him too aren't you?” You ask.

“Y/N.” He sighs.

“You're working with the cops too. Oh my god.” You breathe.

“Were you also behind Seojoon coming to threaten me?” You ask, standing up, pushing the chair back.

“What? He showed up?” Your father asks.

“Right after Mia was in my apartment telling me to back off.” You say. “He showed up and was threatening me.”

“No. That wasn't me. But you really need to stop meddling, Y/N. You don't know what you're getting yourself involved in with Seojoon.” He sighs.

“No I don't because you don't tell me anything. It's always you and your precious Mia. So I'm finding a lot of things out on my own. With Chan's help.” You spit. “Was Seojoon with me just because of you? How long has this shit been going on?” You scoff.

“You really want to know information?” Your father asks. “You wanna be let in?”

“Yeah, I fucking do.”

“I hired Seojoon to date you, to watch over you to make sure you weren't meddling to find information. Waste of fucking money, he did a shit fucking job.” He spits.

“Wow. None of it was real.” You laugh. If you didn't laugh you'd cry and you weren't about to break down in front of your dad.

“He's married, Y/N, of course it wasn't real.” He scoffs.

“Fuck you. Fuck him. Fuck Mia. This wedding isn't happening.” You yell. “There's no way I'm going to let Felix marry into this family that's full of snakes.”

“You don't have a choice. This wedding will go forward with or without you.” He says. “It has too.”

“What are you planning?” You ask.

“I can't tell you.” He breathes. “It's confidential.”

“I can't believe you're two timing the organization and feeding information to the cops…” you trail off looking down while your brain is now working overtime. “Unless.” You breathe. “You're a cop…”

“Y/N. Don't say anything else.” He warns you.

“You're a fucking cop. Mia's a cop. Oh my god, you're going to take down the Lee's aren't you?”

“What did I just say!?” He yells. “Fuck sakes, Y/N. You don't fucking listen!”

“I don't hear you denying it!” You scream. “Everything is a fucking lie!”

“Let me explain!” He yells. “It's complicated and not what you think!”

You rush towards the door to his office, ripping it open. “HE'S A FUCKING COP.” You scream, hoping someone, anyone would hear you. You didn't care if he was your father or not. He was a fucking liar and a rat and everyone needed to know. “Chan.” You gasp. You needed to go and tell him what your family was planning to do. You couldn't let him and Felix get caught up in this shit even more.

Your dad rushes towards you, rage burning in his eyes. You run towards the front door, your arm stretched out for the door knob. You're almost there, just a little more… your father reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you back. He pushes you to the floor. You scramble to get back onto your feet, now trying to run towards the back door. You needed to get out. Now. You run through the kitchen, seeing Wonho and Shownu standing around near the back door.

“Let me out.” You beg, rattling the doorknob.

“Grab her.” your father huffs, pointing to you. Shownu and Wonho glance at each other, both of them taking one of your arms. “Take her down to the basement and chain her up.” He finishes. They both pull you towards the basement door. You try to fight them, you drag your feet, trying to stop them, you plead and beg for them to let you go.

“I won't tell him it was you guys. Please. You don't understand. He's a cop. He's going to turn everyone in after he takes down the Lee's.” You say. They both look at each other but don't respond to you. You didn't know if that was true or not, but who knows what he would do. They both carry you down the stairs, bringing you to the open part of the basement, one where you had seen many men hanging from the chains on the ceiling.

“Please. Please don't!” You cry.

“I warned you, Y/N. You're so fucking stubborn. You just can't leave things alone.” Your father sighs. “Chain her up.” He tells Wonho and Shownu. They both nod to acknowledge your father, each of them locking your wrists into the chains hanging from above.

“Mia will be coming down soon. Maybe she'll be able to talk some sense into you.” He says, glancing over to the tray of tools lying nearby. He heads back upstairs, leaving you with the two that had been with you for years. They both looked heartbroken to be doing this to you, and you knew they didn't want to. They were employed by your father, it wasn't their choice. Shownu mumbles a small apology before heading back up the stairs, leaving just you and Wonho in the basement.

“I'm so sorry, Y/N.” He breathes.

“I know.” You sniffle. “I need you to do something for me. I need you to let Chan know that my father has me down here. Please.” You beg.

“I-I don't know…” He pauses. “Your dad will kill me if he finds out.”

“He won't find out. Please. You need to let him know!”

“Wonho, move it!” Shownu yells from upstairs. Wonho moves towards the stairs, as you yell, continuing to beg him.

“Please! Let Chan know! Wonho please tell me you will!” You scream until he's out of sight and you're left alone in the dark.

You must have dozed off or passed out - something because when you come to, Mia stands in front of you, smiling. “Daddy wanted me to teach you a few lessons.” She giggles. “So I brought some secret help.” She whispers. “Shh, don't tell him.” She laughs, holding his finger to her mouth. You look over, seeing Seojoon walking out from the darkness, his own set of tools in his hands.

“It's time you learn a lesson.”

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LOVE IS A COWBOY - Matthew Tkachuk

"It makes your heart feel like wild horses in your chest, Trying to catch, it's like tryna tame a wild, wild west, And when I'm with him, it's like ropin' the wind, Love is a cowboy, mm-mm"

***

this is a part 2!

part 1

*** summary: unresolved feelings & cowboy boots are always a heady mix.

pairing: matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: alcohol

notes:

guys... i miss home. i miss stampede.

also this is so cute yayyyyyy

a lotta time skipping

not very proof read

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Your head pounds like a goddamn jackhammer, and the first thing that registers is how dry your mouth is, like you’ve been chewing on cotton all night. You let out a long, pitiful groan, the kind of sound that says, I’m dying, this is it, goodbye world, and roll over, half hoping that some new position might magically relieve the hellfire that is your skull. As you shift, your face presses into something warm, and for a split second, your hungover brain can’t comprehend what it is. A pillow? No, pillows aren’t warm. A blanket? No, not heavy enough.

And then the scent hits you—familiar, warm, and distinctly Matthew.

Wait, Matthew?

You blink rapidly, wincing as the sunlight assaults your sensitive eyes. Slowly, you manage to pry your lids open, and that’s when you see it. Him. Oh. My. God. Matthew is lying next to you, half under the covers, his chest bare, his tan skin on full display. You feel like you’ve just been hit with a sledgehammer, and suddenly, the hangover is the least of your problems.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your brain working overtime to process this very unfortunate reality. Your best friend—your shirtless best friend—is in bed with you, and there’s absolutely no explanation in your brain for how this happened. Did you… did you sleep together? No. No way. You’d remember that, right? Even drunk, you’d remember something that monumental. Wouldn’t you?

Oh my god, what if you don’t?

Your heart races as you slowly, slowly peel back the corner of the blanket, terrified of what else you might find. Is he… oh god, is he naked too? No, he’s wearing boxers, thank the heavens, but that still doesn’t explain why the hell you woke up in the same bed as your best friend who you apparently love. Love. The word echoes in your mind, and a fresh wave of mortification rolls through you.

The scream that was building up finally breaks free, a full-throated shriek that would wake the dead. Matthew bolts upright at the sound, eyes wide and hair sticking up in every possible direction. “Jesus Christ!” he yells, flailing for a second before he seems to realize where he is. His gaze locks onto you, and you’re staring back, both of you frozen like deer in headlights.

“What the hell happened last night?!” you manage to squeak out, your voice an octave higher than usual. You’re clutching the blanket to your chest like a lifeline, your eyes darting around the room, trying to piece together the puzzle that is your memory, but all you’re getting are blurry fragments. You remember being drunk, very drunk, and you remember Matthew… brushing your hair? Oh god. Did you confess your feelings to him? No, no, you wouldn’t have. But you did, a nasty little voice whispers in the back of your mind. You totally did.

Matthew blinks at you, still groggy, rubbing a hand over his face. “Why are you screaming?” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep. Then his eyes widen as if he’s only now realizing the predicament. “Wait, why are you screaming?”

“Because you’re in my bed!” you exclaim, your heart still racing a mile a minute. “And you’re half naked!”

“I’m always half naked when I sleep,” he says, as if that’s somehow supposed to make you feel better, “Okay, and, you wouldn't let me leave, drama queen. You practically latched onto me like a koala when I tried to go sleep on the couch. Then you begged me to stay and kept mumbling about how cold you were, so I took my shirt off. That's it. No big scandal."

Your brain short circuits for a second, but you force yourself to focus. “Did we…?” You gesture between the two of you, your cheeks flushing as you say it. “Did we… you know?”

Matthew’s face scrunches in confusion, and then, as if a lightbulb goes off in his head, his expression softens. “No,” he says, and you can hear the amusement creeping into his voice. “We did not sleep together.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, but your relief is short-lived because there’s still the matter of how he ended up in your bed. “Then what are you doing here?!” you demand, your voice still high-pitched and panicked.

He stretches, his arm going behind his head as he leans back, completely unbothered by your hysteria. “You were drunk off your ass last night. Like I said, I put you to bed, but you wouldn’t let me leave.”

“I… I wouldn’t let you leave?” you echo, horrified. “Why?”

Matthew’s lips twitch like he’s trying not to laugh. “Once again, you were being clingy. Kept telling me not to go, that you ‘needed’ me,” he explains, clearly finding this whole situation more amusing than alarming.

Your mortification deepens, a deep flush spreading from your cheeks down to your neck. “Oh my god,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry.”

He chuckles softly, the sound warm and familiar, and when you peek out between your fingers, he’s giving you that stupidly fond look that always makes your stomach flip. “It’s fine,” he says, his voice gentle. “Honestly, you were kind of cute.”

“Cute?” you repeat, incredulous. “I was a drunken mess.”

“You were,” he agrees with a grin. “But in a cute way. You kept complimenting me. Like, a lot.”

You groan again, the memory of last night slowly starting to trickle back. Compliments? Oh god, the compliments. You vaguely remember calling him the best friend in the world, telling him how much you loved him. And now, looking at him, you’re not sure if you’re going to die from the hangover or the embarrassment.

“Matthew, please tell me I didn’t say anything too stupid.”

His smile widens. “Well…”

“Matthew!”

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, you didn’t say anything too incriminating. Just that you love me, which, I mean, I already knew. You were very emphatic about it, though.”

You stare at him, mouth hanging open, trying to decide if it would be appropriate to scream again. Why? Why, of all the things you could have drunkenly confessed, did it have to be that? Your face burns, mortification settling into every bone in your body. “Why would you let me say that?!”

He shrugs, the casual, easy gesture infuriating in the face of your emotional collapse. “You were drunk. I wasn’t going to argue with you.”

You want to die. Right there. In the bed. Just sink into the mattress and never resurface. “I’m never drinking again,” you mutter, pulling the blanket over your head like it might protect you from the overwhelming embarrassment.

Matthew’s laugh is muffled through the covers. “Yeah, sure. You say that every time.”

You peek out from under the blanket, glaring at him. “This time, I mean it.”

His grin softens into something warmer, gentler. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know.” He pauses, looking almost thoughtful. “I love you, too.”

You freeze, your heart doing a weird little flutter in your chest. Wait, what?

Before you can ask him to elaborate, Matthew stretches his arms over his head and rolls out of bed, clearly done with the conversation. “C’mon, we’ve got Stampede today. Better get moving.”

You blink at him, still reeling. “Wait—what?”

“Stampede? You know, that thing we planned to go to today?” he says, giving you an exaggerated eyebrow raise. “The one with cowboy hats and booze, and where you promised not to make me ride the mechanical bull?”

“Right, Stampede,” you mumble, your mind still stuck on his earlier words. He loves you. He loves you.

Matthew crosses the room, tossing you a sweater from your closet and heads toward the door. “I’ll make breakfast. Get your hungover ass out of bed.”

As he disappears into the hallway, you flop back against the pillows, your head still spinning. Stampede or not, you can’t help but replay his words over and over in your mind. I love you, too.

Well, Stampede just got a whole lot more complicated.

***

You don’t know how you managed it, but somehow, you survived breakfast, a shower, and getting dressed without spontaneously combusting from mortification. Your brain is still stuck on those three words—I love you too—even as you pull on your denim shorts and cowboy boots, trying to mentally prepare for the chaos that is Stampede. It’s like your brain has been hijacked by a looped recording of Matthew’s voice, playing those words over and over again, each time more confusing than the last.

Does he mean it the same way you do? Or is he just saying it in that best-friend, casual way he’s always so damn good at? You’ve been mentally dissecting every possible meaning behind I love you like you’re preparing for a thesis defense, but no amount of overthinking is giving you the clarity you need. You’re trapped in this emotional limbo, your stomach doing weird flips that have absolutely nothing to do with your hangover.

Matthew, of course, is acting like everything’s completely normal. He’s been whistling around the apartment all morning, flipping pancakes and offering you Advil like you didn’t confess your deepest, most well-guarded feelings to him less than twelve hours ago. How can he be so fine? How is he just…okay with everything, while your world feels like it’s on the verge of collapse?

You groan inwardly as you apply some lip gloss, your fingers slightly shaky. You told yourself last night was no big deal, that maybe it was just a slip of the tongue, but deep down you know that’s not true. You meant it. And now you’ve got to spend the entire day at Stampede, of all places, with Matthew, the human embodiment of emotional confusion. Great. Just great.

By the time you step outside, the sun is high in the sky, blazing down with the kind of intensity that makes you wish you’d worn a hat. Matthew’s already waiting for you by your car, a stupid cowboy hat perched on his head, sunglasses shielding his eyes. He looks ridiculously handsome, of course—like some rugged movie star with his rolled-up sleeves and casual lean against the truck. God, you’re doomed.

“Finally,” he says, grinning as you approach. “I thought I was gonna have to come drag you out.”

You roll your eyes, trying to act normal, like your heart isn’t hammering in your chest. “It takes time to look this good, Tkachuk.”

He chuckles, pushing himself off the truck and walking over to you, his arm swinging casually around your shoulders as if nothing in the world has changed. But for you, everything has. His touch feels different now, heavier, like every brush of his hand against your skin is laced with some unspoken truth. You try not to stiffen under the weight of his arm, but your body betrays you, tensing ever so slightly.

He doesn’t seem to notice—thank god—and before you know it, you’re on your way to the Stampede grounds, Matthew’s stupid country music blaring through the speakers like he’s preparing for a rodeo. You stare out the window, half listening to him ramble about the day’s events, but mostly just lost in your own thoughts.

Why did I have to say it? Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut? You want to rewind time, take back everything you said, because now things are…weird. Or maybe they’re not weird and you’re just overthinking it, which honestly feels worse. Either way, your stomach is tied in knots, and the closer you get to Stampede, the more you want to jump out of the moving car and run far, far away.

When you finally arrive, the sheer chaos of Stampede hits you like a freight train. The smell of deep-fried everything fills the air, and the sound of carnival games, country music, and people shouting is almost overwhelming. It’s hot, sticky, and there are cowboy hats as far as the eye can see. Matthew’s grinning like a kid in a candy store, clearly in his element, while you feel like you’ve stepped into some alternate universe where the world is just a little too…country for your taste.

You try to focus on the here and now, on the throngs of people milling about, on the mechanical bull you’ve already sworn you won’t ride, on the funnel cakes you know Matthew’s going to make you eat. Anything to distract yourself from the fact that you’re still obsessing over what he said earlier. I love you, too. The words are a thorn in your side, poking at you every time you try to relax and enjoy the day.

“Where to first?” Matthew asks, his voice loud enough to be heard over the crowd. He’s got that familiar gleam in his eye, the one that says he’s ready to drag you through every corner of this place.

You force a smile, trying to match his energy. “Anywhere that doesn’t involve me on a mechanical bull.”

He gives you a mock pout, nudging you with his elbow. “Aw, c’mon. It’d be fun.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” you retort. “I’d probably break my neck.”

Matthew laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulders again, and this time you can’t help the way your body stiffens. You hate that it feels different now, that your stupid feelings are ruining what’s supposed to be a carefree day. He doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe he does, but he’s pretending he doesn’t—because his smile is as wide as ever as he pulls you toward the midway.

The next hour or so is a blur of games and rides, Matthew goading you into competing with him at literally everything. He wins a giant stuffed animal at one of the booths—some obnoxious thing that he insists you carry around because, direct quote, “You look cute with it.” You roll your eyes, but secretly, you kind of love it. It feels like the old days, before your feelings got all tangled up, when things were simple and easy between you.

But even with all the distractions, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’re hyper-aware of Matthew’s every move, of the way his hand lingers on your lower back when you’re walking, of the way he glances at you from time to time, like he’s checking to see if you’re okay. It’s like there’s this invisible line between the two of you now, and you’re terrified of crossing it, of saying or doing something that will change things forever.

Matthew’s definitely planted a seed you can’t get rid of.

Brady and Taryn's arrival is the perfect distraction. You’re instantly pulled into their infectious energy, chatting, laughing, and playing more games than your competitive side can handle. Brady’s got an arm around Matthew, teasing him about his cowboy hat, while Taryn’s dragging you toward the food stalls, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“You’ve gotta try these,” Taryn says, pointing at some deep-fried monstrosity that looks like a heart attack waiting to happen.

You stare at the fried blob in her hand, unsure if you’re brave enough to try it. “That… doesn’t even look like food, Taryn.”

She grins, nudging you with her elbow. “That’s what makes it so good. Trust me.”

You raise an eyebrow, but take a cautious bite. To your surprise, it’s actually pretty tasty—if you ignore the fact that it’s probably clogging every artery you have. Matthew appears next to you just as you’re finishing the bite, grinning like he’s caught you doing something embarrassing.

“Wow,” he says, crossing his arms. “Didn’t think I’d see the day you’d eat deep-fried butter.”

You glare at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “It’s not butter. I think.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” He winks, and your stomach flips. Damn him and his stupid charm.

The rest of the day blurs into one long, chaotic mess of laughter, competition, and more fried food than you care to admit. You lose count of how many games Matthew drags you into, or how many times you roll your eyes at Brady’s jokes, but by the time the sun starts dipping low on the horizon, you’re exhausted. Your feet hurt, your stomach’s uncomfortably full, and the heat of the day has drained the last bit of your energy.

But through it all, there’s Matthew. His laughter, his arm slung casually around your shoulders, the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. It’s maddening, really—how everything feels both perfectly normal and completely different at the same time.

Eventually, you all end up sitting in the grass, surrounded by a sea of cowboy hats and half-empty beer cans. Brady’s telling some story that’s got Taryn in stitches, and Matthew’s lounging beside you, his leg casually brushing against yours. You try not to overthink the contact, but of course, your brain immediately jumps to all the wrong conclusions. Does this mean something? Is he doing this on purpose? Why does everything have to feel so complicated?

“Y’alright?” Matthew’s voice breaks through your thoughts, and you realize he’s watching you, a curious expression on his face.

“Yeah,” you lie, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”

He nods, accepting your answer, but there’s something in his gaze that tells you he’s not entirely convinced. Before you can spiral into another pit of overthinking, Brady’s voice cuts through the moment.

“We should head out,” Brady says, glancing at his watch. “It’s getting late.”

You glance at the sky, noticing for the first time how dark it’s gotten. The festival is still going strong, but you’re grateful for the excuse to leave. Spending the day at Stampede has been fun, sure, but the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been on is starting to take its toll. And besides, there’s the looming fact that Matthew’s flight back to Florida is in just a few hours.

By the time you all make your way back to the parking lot, the exhaustion has well and truly set in. You bid a quick goodbye to Brady and Taryn, who are heading off in their own direction, leaving just you and Matthew standing by your car.

The ride back to Matthew's hotel is quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavy and loaded, like there’s too much left unsaid between you. You’re both so exhausted that words would probably come out garbled anyway, but still, you can’t shake the sense that there’s something looming just beneath the surface. The hum of the car’s engine is the only sound, along with the occasional shuffle as Matthew adjusts himself in the seat next to you, his cowboy hat now tossed carelessly into the back.

You’re replaying the day in your mind, a hazy montage of laughter, sweat, and Matthew’s stupidly perfect smile, all set against the chaos of Stampede. Somehow, despite your mental spirals, you managed to survive. You even had fun. But now, with the sun barely beginning to rise, you’re bone-deep tired, both physically and emotionally, and you know the hardest part is yet to come.

When you finally pull up to the hotel, the parking lot is eerily empty. It’s barely four a.m., and whatever light there is casts long shadows across the pavement, painting everything in soft pinks and oranges, and for a brief moment, you think about how beautiful it all is. Then you remember that you’re here to drop Matthew off, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

“I’ll just grab my stuff,” he mumbles, his voice gravelly with exhaustion as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

You nod, watching as he steps out of the car, his movements slower than usual, his shoulders slumped with the weight of the day. He disappears into the hotel, leaving you alone in the silence of the car, and you immediately sink into your thoughts. This is it. You’re about to say goodbye, and you have no idea when—or if—you’ll see him again. Sure, he promised to keep in touch, but now everything feels up in the air, like the ground beneath your feet isn’t as solid as it was before.

You lean your head back against the seat, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to gather yourself. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve said goodbye to him—he flies back and forth between Calgary and Florida all the time—but something about this feels different. He kissed your cheek last night when you said you loved him. I love you too. The words echo in your mind again, as if mocking you, reminding you that nothing has been resolved.

Before you can spiral any further, Matthew is sliding back into the passenger seat, a duffel bag thrown carelessly over his shoulder. His movements are slow and tired, but he still manages to flash you a half-smile as he buckles up again.

“Airport time,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, starting the car again and pulling out of the hotel lot. The drive to the airport feels like a blur, the city barely waking up as dawn breaks through a little more. There’s still a quiet tension between you, though, the kind that presses against your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Matthew hums along to the music playing softly through the radio, his voice low and tired, and for a brief moment, you wonder if this is how things will always be between you—comfortable, but with this undercurrent of something unspoken.

The airport is only a short drive away, and before you know it, you’re pulling up to the drop-off zone. Your heart sinks as the realization hits you: this is it. You’re about to say goodbye, and you have no idea what’s going to happen next. You park the car, turning off the engine, and for a few moments, neither of you moves. The silence stretches on, thick and heavy, and you feel like you’re on the edge of some invisible cliff, teetering dangerously close to falling.

“Well,” Matthew says, breaking the silence as he grabs his bag. “I guess I’ll see you… whenever.”

You force a smile, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah. Whenever.”

You both step out of the car, the early morning air cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the truck. You stand awkwardly by the side of the vehicle, feeling like there should be more to say but not knowing what it is. Matthew slings his bag over his shoulder, looking at you with that same easy smile that you’ve known for years, but now it feels different. You feel different.

He steps toward you, arms outstretched, and for a moment, you think this is going to be one of those quick, awkward hugs that leaves you even more confused than before. But as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, the world seems to slow down. You breathe him in—sweat, cologne, and a hint of that lingering Stampede smell—and your heart aches with how much you don’t want to let go.

His embrace is tight, warm, and for a second, you let yourself relax into it, even though it feels like goodbye. When he pulls away, you half expect him to just wave and walk off, leaving you standing in the early morning light with a whole heap of unresolved emotions. But instead, he pauses, his hand lingering on your arm, his eyes searching yours for something you can’t quite name.

And then, before you can process what’s happening, Matthew leans down and kisses you. His lips press against yours, soft but insistent, like he’s trying to say everything that neither of you has had the courage to say aloud. It’s not some quick, casual peck—it’s the kind of kiss that makes your heart stutter and your knees go weak, the kind that tells you this, whatever this is, is far from over.

You barely have time to register the warmth of his lips, the way his hand cups the back of your neck, before a loud honk breaks through the moment. Someone behind you is getting impatient, and Matthew pulls away, a grin spreading across his face as he glances toward the source of the noise. “Fuck off, I’m trying to say goodbye to my girl!” he yells.

You blink, breathless, your lips still tingling from Matthew’s kiss. Did that just happen? Your brain feels sluggish, like it's struggling to catch up with what just occurred. For a moment, you just stand there, dumbfounded, staring at him. His grin widens, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and you realize he’s waiting for you to say something—anything—but your brain is still buffering.

The driver behind you lays on the horn again, longer this time, clearly impatient with your impromptu airport romance. Matthew flips them the bird without breaking eye contact with you, and you can't help but burst into laughter, the tension of the moment unraveling like a tightly wound thread. It feels like a release—like everything that had been unsaid all morning just floated away on a cloud of giddy exhaustion.

"Your girl, huh?" you manage to tease, raising an eyebrow, but your voice is softer than you intended. There's a question lingering beneath your words, one you're too scared to ask directly. Is this real? Are we real?

Matthew’s smirk falters for a second, just a split second, before he catches himself. “Yeah,” he says, softer now, as if he’s testing the words on his tongue. “My girl.”

The words hang in the air between you, and for a moment, you think you might actually melt into a puddle right there in the drop-off lane. How did you get here? One minute, you’re friends attending Stampede, navigating muddy fields and fried food, and the next... this. Your heart swells, a tangled mix of joy, confusion, and hope all battling for dominance.

“I’ll call you when I land,” he says, his voice more serious now as he grabs his duffel from the ground. “Promise.”

Your heart gives an involuntary little flutter at the sincerity in his tone. He’s not just saying it to make you feel better—he means it. Matthew might be many things, but he’s never been the type to break a promise. You try not to make a big deal out of it, but you know this is a turning point. Something is changing between you, and for once, it’s not terrifying. It’s exciting.

You nod, feeling the flutter of nervous excitement in your chest. "Good. I’ll hold you to that."

For a moment, you both just stand there, the early morning light painting the world in soft golds and pinks, making the whole scene feel dreamlike. It’s that in-between time where everything is quiet, like the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. And in that silence, you feel it—how much you’re going to miss him, how much you already do.

"Hey," he says softly, his hand brushing against yours. "Don’t overthink it, okay? We’ll figure it out."

You blink up at him, caught off guard by how easily he seems to read your mind. He always does that—sees right through the layers of sarcasm and banter to the heart of what you’re feeling.

"I’m not overthinking," you lie, and he snorts, clearly not buying it.

"Sure you’re not," he says, and before you can respond, he’s pulling you into one last hug. This time, it’s softer, more like a promise than a goodbye. His chin rests on top of your head, and for a moment, you let yourself melt into him, memorizing the feeling of his arms around you.

"I’ll miss you," you mumble into his chest, barely loud enough for him to hear. But he does.

"I’ll miss you too," he replies, his voice equally quiet, like the words are just for you and no one else.

Eventually, you both pull away, and this time, you know it’s really goodbye. He gives you one last smile, that easy, stupidly charming grin that’s been driving you crazy all day, and then he’s walking toward the terminal. You watch him go, your heart feeling heavier with each step he takes away from you.

Just before he disappears through the doors, he turns around, waving with a goofy, exaggerated flourish that makes you laugh despite yourself.

"Bye, crazy girl!" he shouts, loud enough that a few people glance over in confusion, and you can’t help but shake your head.

"Go catch your flight!" you yell back, still laughing as you wave him off.

When you finally get back into the car, you sit for a moment in stunned silence. Did he just call you his girl? Did you just kiss him goodbye like it was the most natural thing in the world? You giggle to yourself, slapping the steering wheel like a giddy teenager. Yeah, you did.

As you pull away from the curb, heading back into the city, you can’t stop the smile spreading across your face. The morning sun is rising higher now, casting everything in a golden glow that feels almost surreal, like the universe is giving you a thumbs-up for finally getting your shit together.

Your phone buzzes with a text, and you glance down at the screen.

Matthew: Told you I'd call.

You roll your eyes, but your heart does that stupid little skip again. Maybe this isn’t as complicated as you thought. Maybe, just maybe, things are actually going to be okay.

Sure, there’s still a lot to figure out, but for now, you’ve got a promise. A promise to call, a promise to figure it out, and the memory of that kiss still buzzing on your lips.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you believe it.

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