#plugging again idc

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sweet celestia

[chiimeraangel]

love being in my fancy lil office with my $5 gamer mouse 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

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DOCUMENTS AND DESTINIES, part four

♯ battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader - 4/?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

summary: Continuation of Documents and Destinies — Your job is gone. Or is it? Bruce Wayne has another trick up his sleeve, which leads you two to meet once again. Late night meeting ends with another fight in the dark underground of Gotham City.

warnings: violence, swearing

info: english isn't my first language, i apologize in advance for all the mistakes (if there are any!)

a/n: a quick pause. i know it's been few months but here is another chapterrrr!!!! so sorrry for keeping u waiting lol enjOYYYY :DD

Weekends are the relaxing days of the week. Or that's what most of people say.

So, why were you perched on top of your kitchen counter, staring blankly at the paper full of words at seven o'clock in the morning? In front of you, on the dining table, were sprawled multiple folders, papers and other items. One of your knees is bend and your chin is put on top of it. The other one is hanging off the counter. Your eyes are hooded with dark colored circles underneath them. Tired from the previous night, which has ended pretty early for you. Considering your friends have left the lounge at nearly three in the morning, you're pretty much questioning if they're even awake at this hour.

The weather outside has changed much since yesterday. The soft breeze has turned into full day rain, with temperature going down. The singular coat turned into multiple layers and the heels into boots. Gotham's weather is definitely something else. Nothing predictable.

The fruit tea —which you have no idea you had in your kitchen cabinet— is sitting next to you with its steam going up, warming the space around you. The smell is probably the nicest thing amongst the dark space around you.

The words on the paper are blurry and you are no longer understanding the sentences written there. Your mind is stuck somewhere else. Far away.

The quietness of the apartment is interrupted with a sudden ringing of your phone.

Your head shots up as the sound rings out. You look around to spot the ringing phone, which is nowhere nearby. You jump off the counter and walk towards your bedroom, where it most likely is on top of your nightstand, still charging it's battery from the previous night. It's most likely been on hundred percent for past few hours but that doesn't matter to you. The phone itself is not something expensive, or rather modern. It's living on its last few years. Who knows if months or weeks. The screen is cracked, the storage is full. You don't even know what is keeping up the storage full. The camera quality is nothing good.

But it's yours. And it's usable.

The ringing stops as you enter the bedroom and a ping! sound comes through, meaning they now have send you a message. Another ping! sound comes through as you near the phone.

You finally get to the phone and plug it off the charger to pick it up.

'one missed call from ANGIE'

You read the missed call notification on your screen. Then swipe up to see the other two messages which were left.

'ANGIE - pls come to the coffee shop at 5th avenue !!!!! the one where they serve grass tasting matcha'

'ANGIE - ASAP !!!! idc if you're sleeping'

"Do you realize that it's not even eight yet?" You mutter as you slide into the booth in the coffee shop your friend called you to meet at.

"And do you realize that you no longer need to work?" He grins at you as you sit down opposite him. His hair is sticking to sides, his glasses perched on top of his nose.

That sentence sparks an interest and your eyes meets his blue ones.

"What?" You laugh out as you reach for the tea and croissant, that he's ordered for you before you arrived.

"Well, your prince charming, the one who's 'just a client', has bought our work building... And the whole company," he grins widens, his glasses sliding even lower on his nose.

"Bruce Wayne has bought our shit-ass company?" Your jaw drops as you process his words, "am I now fucking jobless?"

"Well, kind of? You don't have the job, but the man has given every single one of us double of our salary." He shrugs and takes his tea, and sips it.

Your hands come down against the table, your jaw dropping and eyes widening, "are you fucking joking?"

Few people from the nearby tables turn to you with nasty look on their faces, some of them shushing you. Angie looks at them at mouths them a little 'sorry!'

"What... What am I supposed to do now? Just sit at home and… watch some shitty show with my doubled salary in my bank account?" You whisper-shout at the man in front of you.

Angie smirks, clearly enjoying your spiraling reaction. “Well, you could always be watching that TV show with no money, but now you got twice your paycheck," he leans back into the booth chair, "But no, seriously, we all got personal emails this morning. Some of us are being reassigned. Others are being let go. And then there’s you, princess."

"What's up with me?" You roll your eyes.

Angie leans forward, lowering his voice. “You’ve been specifically asked to attend a meeting. With him.”

Your jaw drops at that.

Angie chuckles, "Doesn't it seem like maybe your little client has been paying more attention to you than you realized?”

You groan, covering your face with your hands.

"Yeah, because that’s exactly what I need in my life. A brooding, mysterious billionaire with a secret agenda. Sounds super cool.” You groan once again, staring at the friend. He's grinning, twirling the little cup of tea in his hand.

Before Angie can respond with another sneaky remark, your phone vibrates on the table. Both of you glance at the screen.

'Wayne Enterprises. Meeting Confirmation: 4 PM. Wayne Tower.'

You stop breathing and your heart skips a beat. It's all coming crashing onto you.

You lift your head back up and glance at the friend in front of you, who's now grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"Don't even—"

"Oh, girl!" He giggles like a stupid school girl.

You stand in your bedroom, staring at your wardrobe as the gravity of the situation sinks in. Meeting Bruce Wayne wasn’t something you had mentally prepared for when you rolled out of bed this morning.

"This is fucking ridiculous,” you mutter, flipping through hangers of blouses, blazers, skirts and different types of clothing you have there. You can't seem to pick one out.

You groan and pull out the sleek white button-down shirt. Then you bend down to pick out the trousers. Jeans are rather long and the ends of it are tearing, as you've stepped on it multiple times than you can count. You rather pick a high-waisted black trousers. Basic ones. But good ones. Few of accessories to add and the coat with boots, as the Gotham's weather is never predictable.

While you dress up, you're thinking of the times you've met Bruce. Twice. Once when he asked for the archive keys, the time when he drove you home, and when he returned them.

"Okay, alright," you give yourself a once-over in the mirror. Looking at yourself from all sides.

You quickly grab your bag and slide in a few essentials, which will be most likely needed in the meeting. Grabbing your coat and slipping on your boots, you're walking out of the apartment and going down the building.

You tightened your grip on your bag and step out of your apartment building, bracing yourself against the gust of wind that whipped through. The rain fell in a steady, relentless rhythm, bouncing off the concrete. You sigh and pop open your umbrella, its frame creaking against the force of the wind. Making your way to the subway station, a few blocks away, to get to the Wayne Tower.

By the time you reached the subway entrance, your boots were damp. You descended the stairs, the sounds of the city fading into the muffled roar of the subway below the city.

A distant rumble signaled the arrival of the train. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, watching as the train emerged from the dark tunnel in a blur of graffiti-streaked silver. The brakes screeched, and the doors hissed open.

The time went by quickly. You had a seat thankfully, so you didn't have to stand the whole ride.

The train slowed again, the automated voice announcing your stop. You straightened up, gripping the pole until the train came to a complete halt. The doors slid open, you jumped through the mass of people and went up the stairs, out of the subway station.

You adjusted your umbrella, taking a steadying breath as Wayne Tower came into view, its gleaming facade towering above the rest of the city like a fortress.

Each step toward the building felt heavier than the last.

"That's... it," you whispered to yourself as you eyes the towering building in front of you.

You walked up the stairs to the entrance door and the warmth of Wayne Tower’s lobby enveloped you immediately. A stark contrast to the damp chill outside

You push the silver button to ring the doorbell to be let inside.

The speaker crackled, then buzzed, before a voice broke through. An older voice.

"Hello. May I help you?" The older voice with an english accent spoke through.

"I—I’m heading to Wayne Tower for a meeting. To meet Mr. Wayne," you say to the man.

A brief pause comes. Then the voice is back, "Of course. We've been expecting you."

The ringbell buzzes and the doors in front of you automatically open, letting you in. You push through, murmuring a quiet “thank you” into the intercom.

The warmth of Wayne Tower’s lobby enveloped you immediately, a stark contrast to the damp chill outside. The scent of polished marble and subtle, expensive air freshener filled your senses, and for a moment, you simply stood there, taking it all in. It all felt so much different.

You shaked off your umbrella on a mat near the entrance, folded it, and tucked it under your arm.

"Good afternoon, miss," a voice comes from in front of you. You lift your head and you're met with much older man, his silver hair neatly combed.

He spoke your name, "I presume?” he asked, his British accent precise and dignified.

You nod with a small smile, "Yes, that’s me.”

He inclined his head in greeting, a small smile softening on his older face, "my name is Alfred Pennyworth. I’m Mr. Wayne’s butler. I'll personally escort you to his office, miss.”

"Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth,” you said as you walk towards him to stand by his side.

"Alfred, if you please,” he corrected kindly, gesturing toward the elevator. “Shall we?

You followed him toward the waiting elevator, its doors gleaming like polished chrome. He stepped inside first, holding a hand at the door as you entered. With a smooth motion, he pressed the button for a certain floor. Then the elevator began to ascend up.

"I hope the weather hasn’t made your journey too unpleasant?” He spoke, trying to make a small talk.

You let out a soft laugh at that, "It’s Gotham—it wouldn’t feel right if it wasn't raining, sir."

"Indeed," Alfred’s lips twitched into a little smile.

When the elevator finally came to a smooth stop, Alfred gestured for you to step out first. You thanked him and walked out, looking up at the marvelous hallways that you stood in.

You walked along the long hallways with Alfred by your side. As he reached certain doors, he paused and turned back to you, "this is it, miss."

"Thank you, Alfred,” you said, your voice quieter now.

He gave you a small nod and took his own steps to leave you alone to face this. You sigh as the man walks away and you look up at the dark wooden doors.

You raise your hand and knock. In a moment, a quiet 'come in!' comes through and you push the door open.

The office was massive yet somehow intimate. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the rain soaked skyline as the rain drops onto the window. The city sprawled out below like a sea. Bruce Wayne stood near the windows, his silhouette sharp against the gray rainy light outside.

At the sound of the doors opening, he turned. His piercing blue eyes found yours instantly, and a faint, unreadable smile tugged at his lips.

He spoke your name, his voice smooth and welcoming. “I’m glad you could make it."

“Mr. Wayne,” you said, offering a polite smile as you stepped inside. Closing the big heavy door behind you.

"Come, sit. Um- Can I get you something? Coffee, tea?” He gestured to the leather chair in front of his table and mumbled.

He wasn’t the boy, that everyone got him for. No grand gestures, no effortless charm that swept people off their feet the second they see him. No boyish smirks or remarks.

Instead, he seemed quieter, even hesitant, as if he wasn’t entirely sure how to navigate these interactions. As if this, this kind of meeting, wasn’t something he was entirely comfortable with.

"I'm- I'm not good at this. I don't usually do these... meetings," he said with a sigh.

"We've met before," you chuckle as you follow his lead, settling onto the leather chair as he sits on the edge of a matching chair on the other side of the wooden table.

"Under different circumstances," he says and rests his forearms on his knees, his fingers lacing together. His eyes running around the room, not on you. He was looking nearly nervous.

For another brief moment, the room was quiet. Apart for the steady patter of rain against the windows. Bruce seemed to be searching for the right words to start this conversation.

“I know this is… unusual," he began, his voice soft, almost apologetic. “Calling you here like this. Unexpectedly."

You softly smile at that.

"When I bou— acquired your company,” he began, quickly switching the words to more formal ones, his voice steady but soft, “I wasn't buying for money, for more growth. Those people, they know what they're doing. The power they hold, the company does."

You blinked at that. Caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity in his tone.

Caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity of his words.

"Carmine Falcone wanted to buy it first."

Your jaw nearly falls at that. Your eyebrows shot up. That name sent a chill down your spine.

"Falcone wanted to buy the company?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bruce nodded, "he saw an opportunity to use it for money. Acquiring a legitimate business would have given him a perfect front. Especially with one which has files about the whole entire city."

"So, you bought it,” you said, the pieces clicking together. “To stop him?"

"Yes..." Bruce admitted, his gaze wandering back to you finally, "but that’s not the only reason. When I looked into the company, I saw potential—not just in the business itself, but in the people. In you.”

"In me?"

A chuckle escaped him, something faint but genuine. His head tilted just enough to let a small, fleeting smile form, "your work stood out to me. The way you managed files, streamlined processes, and handled everything with precision—it wasn’t just good. It was exceptional actually. And when I realized what Falcone could do with those same systems…” He trailed off, sighing and shaking his head. “I knew I had to step in.”

It all felt surreal at this moment.

"So, now what?” you asked, your heart beating. “You saved the company. What do you want from me?"

Bruce’s lips curved into a faint smile, "I need someone I can trust and someone who knows the work, who understands the systems there. I want you to be my assistant—not just to help manage files and projects, but to make sure everything runs the way it’s supposed to, you know?"

You feel like you may faint at any moment now if he continues.

"You think... That I can do that?" you mutter, eyes leaving his, looking down at your feet.

"I know you can."

“I... I need to think about it,” you said after a few seconds.

Bruce nodded, his expression softening. “Of course, how much time you need. And… thank you.

He stood up and you did as well. Standing, he extended his hand. You hesitated only for a second before shaking it. His grip was firm but careful, lingering just long enough to convey something deeper than words. He walked you to the door, the two of you moving in silence, nearly awkwardly. As you stepped out into the hallway, you could feel the weight of his gaze lingering on you.

Then you both part your ways. His gaze stays on you as you leave. His eyes trailing on your figure as you walk down the hallway.

Deep in his chest, his heart is beating louder than before. And he deeply knows, he only wants to hear yes from you. You're perfect. There is no other discussion.

The cold wind blews in your face as you walk on the streets. The whistling of the wind sounds around as you make your way back onto the station.

The meeting was brief and quick. Your mind is unfocused unfortunately. You're thinking about all different alternatives of accepting this position. What if you say no? What are you going to lose? If you say yes, what are you going to achieve? Or even lose?

It needs to sit in your head for a while to see the right point. The right path.

Your steps sound as you step down the stairs down to the station, clicking your card against the panel to let you through.

You walk towards your stop, where you wait for the old train to come rush past to get you home. The cold breeze under the city in the tunells fly over the people. You hug yourself in your coat as you wait.

The sudden sound of the train hissing in the distance gets you out of the daydream you were stuck in. Daydream about the infamous so-called prince, Bruce Wayne.

The train halts to a stop and the doors screetch as they open. People in the train walks out and then you try to make your way inside through the leaving crowd.

The train is kind of empty by now. Just few people sitting in the dirty seats, some standing.

A group of teenagers stand furtner down the train. They all have painted faces; like skeletons, or clowns. You cannot place it. But they seem no better than any other wannabe gangsters in the city.

As your eyes flickers to them, one of them is already staring at you. A younger one, his face pained only on one half. He looks like the youngest of the group, he looks scared. The white and red smears contrast sharply against his skin, his eyes filled with something between hesitation and fear.

As you stare at each other for a brief moment, one of his buddies notice the eye contact. He nudges his buddies by shoulders and snickers. You quickly look away, gripping the strap of your bag tighter.

You're happy that the meeting with Mr. Wayne was sooner than the Halloween event in the city started. During the night of Halloween everyone is outside in the streets, in masks, celebrating. One of the few nights where you can come into a store, face covered in mask, and nobody would a bat an eye. Gotham’s streets become a blur of masks and costumes, a perfect cover for those with ill intentions.

That's why crimes go up dramatically during this certain day.

The automated voice annouces your stop, you get up and hold onto the pole until the train comes to total stop. The doors open and you're already walking out.

They're as well.

From your peripheral vision, you can see the group exists from the doors few seats down. You clutch at your bag as you walk away from the train.

You're walking faster than usually. The station there is empty. Only you and the group behind you. You quickly make your way towards the stairs to get out. The station is nearly empty, eerily quiet aside from the faint hum of flickering overhead lights

You're suddenly yanked backwards. They snatched you by the strap of your bag. Stumbling backwards, you face the group of men with painted faces.

Without second thought, you turn around and run.

The younger boy stays put, his buddies starts to run. You see a man by his side shake him and most likely yell at him.

You're running, cluthing your bag and umbrella. Your steps echoing as you run on the station platform's damp floor.

Then it comes, one of the man reaches you. And his hands come to contact with your back, pushing you forwards. Hard. You spin around, barely catching yourself before you fall. You fall down at the damp floor of the station. You were nearly at the exit. Your knee scratches against the floor and your head thumps against the ground. A pained hiss leaves you.

"Fucking bitch!" One of the men roars as he arrives next to the man, that pushed you. He has a scowl on his face as he drags the young boy by his hood.

He pushes him forward towards you by the hood. He looks down at you, his eyes wide open as he stares at you. His wide eyes filled with something that almost looks like regret.

"Show her, man!" one of the buddies says as they push the younger boy. You move yourself up to sit, crowded by the man, sitting on the damp floor against the wall. Nowhere to run.

In the quiet of the station, there is suddenly a loud noise. A thumping of boots. Steps.

The younger bot turns around, eyeing the dark tunnell where the sound comes from. Some of the other men also turns around towards the sound. Some of them asking each other questions about it.

The sound is terrifying.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the attack of the man.

One of the men steps up in front of the group. Unzipping his jacket and pulling up a long machete.

The sound is closer, the steps echoing even louder as it comes closer.

You wish you could stand up and run now. But some of the men are still turned towards you, keeping you seated.

You don't see the tunnel from where the noise is coming from. But you know the person mist have finally showed to the light. The men are suddenly chuckling and laughing at the person. The younger boy quickly turns his head to look down at you, scared, and then he turns back.

"The hell are you supposed to be?"

The man with machete raises his voice to call out to the approaching figure. The person doesn't answer. By the sound of his steps, he's closer than ever.

The man with machete steps forward and swings his arm. Trying to hit him with the weapon.

What a stupid move.

The man is now laying on the floor, beaten up in a matter of few seconds. The machete clatters to the ground, its owner now writhing in pain. Bloodied face. You see him laying on the floor through the group of men in front of you.

"I'm vengeance."

The person finally speaks. His voice hard, deep and husky. A man. He stands up back to his high. Towering the group of face painted men. Some of them muttering and cussing as the man stands before them. You hug yourself closer to the wall, cluthing your bag and umbrella. Taking a deep breath as you watch the group and the man.

Panic seizes the group of men. The group suddenly moves forwards, attacking the man. They're all fighting. Your eyes widen as the men you feared fall to the floor in blink of an eye. The younger boy quickly leaps to the side, away from the fight. His eyes apologetically flicker to yours. His eyes glistening, as he keeps his gaze on yours. You nearly feel bad for him.

The man in black fights all of them. Most of them already on the ground, shaking in pain or fear.

A gunshot rings out.

The bullet flickers off the armor, that the man is wearing. He quickly stalks towards the man with the gun. His arm reaching out, he grasps him by the neck. Smashing his whole body against the nearest pole, a sudden wave of electric shooting out of his hand or a weapon. You cannot tell from your position on the floor. The man yells in pain and then the electricity stops. The man pushes him off the pole and he slides down on the damp floor. A pained groan leaving him.

The pained men, who were laying on the floor then slowly, but steadily stand up. Every one of them on different side of the station platform. Thrown there like a doll. They all mutter something inbetween each other and then they nod to each other. Then they're off running out of the station, Their footsteps fade into the distance, the last of them disappearing into the night. The younger boy hesitates for a second, his gaze flickering between you and the figure clad in black.

You gulp as the men scrabble away, leaving you alone with the man in dark armor. You now finally notice the cape and the black pointed ears. The symbol of a bat in middle of hos chest and the amount of weaponry on his armor. The pointed bat-like ears perched on top of the black leather helmet mask. The cape blowing behind him.

"Please don't hurt me," you whisper quickly. The weight of his gaze pins you in place against the wall.

The man turns his whole body to you, his eyes flickering to yours. His shoulders rise as he takes a deep breath and then he steps forward. The boots making a weird sound on the damp floor, as he stops.

"I won't hurt you," he tells you, coming closer to your sitting form on the floor.

His hand raised towards you, "come on."

You look down at his outstretched hand and then back up at his face. You sigh and clasp your smaller hand onto his gloved up. He helps you stand up effortlessly.

You finally stand on your shaken knees, his bigger body towering above you. His head hung low as his eyes watch you.

"Thank... Thank you," you stutter out as you put your bag on your shoulder. Your eyes flicking to his. He's standing steadily in front of you. As he hears your answer, he nods.

"Go home," The rough deep voice sounds out again. His feet moving as he steps away from you without turning his back.

You breathe out a soft puff of breath and nod, "yeah, that's where I was headed."

You then take a step forward towards him, your eyes not leaving his. You have something on your mind. You open your mouth and then close it without saying what you wanted to say.

You walk past him. A sigh coming out of you as you make your way towards the stairs which lead you out of the station. As you're reaching the stairs, you turn your head to the side, to catch a quick glimpse of the man again. When your head is turned, and your eye sfell on the place, where he stood few moments ago, you don't see him anymore. The spot is empty, the station is quiet once again. As if he was never there. As if he left without a single trace in the world. By a blink of an eye. He's suddenly gone.

You're wondering how such a bigger person, fully dressed up in armor and cloak, strapped weapons for combat, can leave without a single trace or a single sound. Like a feather.

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

eeekk here is the fourth part i hope you liked it even if it was shorter !!! we're finally moving up with the actual movie yipp

thank you for reading :)))

give it some love if u liked it thank u <3

[neuron-decay]

You know how every time you try to plug in a USB it’s the wrong way, then the wrong way again, then finally the right way?

Yeah, that’s not happening with Mecha Angel Caleb. Idc what attachment he uses, that thing is going into my slot on the first try and it’s not coming out until I hear him whimper in C++.

[butchyeons]

sana is not g!p coded but i would love to hear ur hcs about g!p her !

my dear anon everyone in twice is g!p coded To Me. i will give all of them a dick idc. but as always my thoughts will be under the cut LMAO

cis men and minors dni

again not the biggest but def not the smallest

average, 6". and it’s on the skinnier side

it’s just really cute actually

like the first thing everyone said when they saw it was “cute”

clean shaven, very much just a personal thing for her. does not give a fuck abt anyone else though she’ll suck them off no matter what!!!

the head flushes pink and it’s very sensitive and twitchy but she can last a good amount of time

may be controversial… but she loves to give more than she likes to take

don’t get me wrong though she will absolutely take- it just depends on who/the vibe of what’s going on. like she loves taking from jeongyeon, nayeon, and jihyo but she loves giving to momo, mina, and tzuyu, if that makes sense LMAO

it can go either way with dubchaeng

something abt pressing down on whoever she’s fucking’s stomach and feeling herself in there… yeah she’s one of those

also a big fan of cumming in someone. and when she cums there’s a lot of it. and it’s so messy but that’s part of the fun

loves a nice ego boost while fucking; loves to be told how big she is and how good she fucks them. can be on the rougher side of things though she kinda goes brainless when she’s fucking

she’s a very big fan of butt plugs (this is sort of my universal truth about sana whether she’s g!p or not lmao)

also sends the most nudes out of everyone. she especially loves having a plug in while she’s hard for taking pictures of herself. favorite pose ever is her sitting back when she’s stroking herself while the plug is just barely in view

it drives the others crazy, genuinely. she’s a huge tease, probably the biggest tease out of the entire group

they know it’s gonna be a long day when they wake up to nudes from sana

personally i feel like she’d be cut LMAO. still very hot though!!!

the best at dick sucking out of everyone though. like 0 gag reflex- it’s long gone, she can take jeongmo down to the base and stay there for a full minute before pulling back up #talent

also prides herself on getting jihyo to cum in two minutes flat. her tongue is crazy, her throat is even crazier

she likes toys, uses them occasionally. just depends on the mood she’s in that day/night or whenever (lowkey anytime is jack off time for her)

loves jockstraps… loves taking pics in them…

big fan of getting her ass ate while wearing a jockstrap

also a flavored lube enthusiast… likes to make out with whoever was sucking her off afterwards just so she can taste it on their tongue (thank you to @tw230709 for this one specifically)

likes when the others swallow her loads, really loves when they show it to her before they do it

she absolutely adores getting deep throated, too

in general she wears briefs but much like nayeon she loves to wear cute panties just so she can see her bulge in them. and also as a treat for whoever’s taking them off. and she likes to wear the jockstraps too, she just finds them comfortable!!

but mostly she sleeps naked lmfao. naked or in a shirt with nothing else

alright that’s all for now. once again i love you sana and i love your dick. thank you for this ask!!

[kill4luvina]

"Mami, only me okay?"

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Gangster!Luffy x Plug!Reader

Summary : Luffy is a Loyal costumer and only smokes what you give him and during ya'll smoking sesh you just happen to get a little touchy.

Warning : SMUT, Luffy's hispanic idc, high & tired/sleepy sex, luffy calls reader "mami", not proofread, lazy writing but it kinda ate hear me out.

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"I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe—But I'm not a random guy, I'm different"

Luffy isn't the type of guy to really care where he's getting food as long as it's good, and he use to be like that with his weed too until he met you. Thru a friend of a friend, and ever since then he's been obsessed with you and your products. Always complimenting you whenever he'd come over to get pick up his order, sometimes spending extra time with you smoking & always making you die laughing.

"Hey Y/n" Luffy would smile standing at your door, it was bout 11:30 pm, and you had asked him if he wanted to smoke about 5 minutes ago and just happened to be already on his way. For the first time in the few months you've known luffy he calmly entered your house. "You okay?" You'd ask him and he'd nod his head yes sitting heading up to your room as you just followed behind him.

You'd watch luffy take off his red bape jacket off tossing it on your dresser leaving him in just a black T, sweat pants and his black and red jordan 4's. Now sitting on your bed he'd pull out his vape hitting it a few times pulling out his phone to open tiktok. Rolling your eyes because this nigga just walked up in here like he owned it. You pick of the blunt you had just rolled lighting it as you hit it once passing it to him before laying on your bed also watching tiktok.

The both of you kept the rotation going smootly, a silly thought going through your mind as you start laughing. Luffy, already so far gone starts laughing too. "Mami, I'm hungry.." He'd say after his laugher died down. "aight, lemme doordash something whatchu want?" you'd ask noticing his red braces as he smiled starting to list everything he wanted from the restaurant you deiced to order from. "Nigga you fat as shit.." You looked at the price of 135, and back at him as he pulled his shirt up showing up you a straight 6 pack.

"how tf--" You'd question shocked subconsciously reaching to touch his abs, as your hands slowly roll down until they reach his waistband make you pull away quickly when you realized. You quickly turn away continuing to finish up your order trying to pretend that never happened as luffy's eyes stayed on you. Poor boy got completely hard just from that thinking you were teasing him as he just ended up taking off his shirt. You'd look over noticing as your eyes wandering down the chest admiring the tattoo's he had holding yourself back from trying to feel up on him.

"Mami? touch me again.." He'd say noticing you hesitate to even look, giving you a goofy smile making you feel comfortable as you moved closed to him resting your hand on his chest. You'd bring your face close to his and he quickly kissed you catching you completely off guard. Eye's softening as you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss feeling as if you two were one. As if for a moment both your souls were connected, or maybe it was just the weed hitting you harder then you expected.

Feeling yourself becoming more emotionally venerable wanting to become apart of him, not even feeling close enough as he pulled you into his lap kissing you deeper. "Luffy!" You'd moan randomly feeling his fingers rub against your cunt through your pink skims shorts. "Yes mami?" he'd huff resting his head in the crook of your neck, eye low as if he was about to fall asleep. "Can we fuck?" He'd mumble bluntly as you were also not fully their nodding your head yes.

Not even waiting he was shifting his hips into you dry humping and whimpering into your neck, slowly just enjoying the small moment. For once you felt present in the moment as if there was no future or past and it was only now. Wanting to stay here forever with him, in this position knowing it wasn't just the weed speaking or acting. Luffy would finally slip your shorts off and panties off in on go before laying you down on the bed and eating you out, and god he ate you out I'm talking he gave you the sloppiest head ever and even with braces that you totally forgot existed.

Your head would fall back as your toes curled cumming all over his tongue and face, as he licked it all up bring his head up kissing your neck as you tried to catch your breath. "So pretty.." He'd whisper into your neck leaving hickeys as he position himself taking his sweet time to enter, tears welling up in your eyes as you felt yourself get stretched. "S-So, Big-" You'd moan holding onto him as he kissed your tears away.

Noticing that you were ready he's slowly start moving giving you long deep strokes giving you kisses on the cheek as he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you how pretty you are, and how much he loved you. Making you feel butterflies wanting to just stay like this forever with him as he started to pick up his pace. "l-love you too!" you'd moan feeling him hit your g-spot making you cream just at the way he looked down at you. Feeling him slow down, pulling about to finish on his own feeling your hands on him.

"So good for me" He'd say making you smile at him getting down on your knees starting to jerk him off with your tongue out, eye contact making him weak as he came as soon as you kissed his tip. "Love u so much, only want you okay?" Luffy would say come down giving you a kiss as you nodded. The door bell would ring, and in seconds luffy was dressed and down the stairs to get his food almost completely forgetting about you.

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(YALL GIVE ME IDEAS SO I CAN PRACTICE WRITING MOREE)

[saturnplaza]

A list of my thoughts ABT tcfsr deluxe (finished)

The jetset life remastered makes me so so so happy imo it's the best reworked song (I'm biased cause it's my favorite tcfsr song and it sounds SOOOOO good remixed) also honorable mention GIVE EM HELL KID OHHHHH I hated the intro redone when I first listened when it got leaked but now that I've given it a second chance oh she's beautiful

The bridge on to the end is so magestic IDEK its just beautiful

Yk what they do to guys like us in prison also is extra fire I love being able to here the back up vocals

Now! (Now) But I can't! (But I can't) Ahhhhahsjshsjskksjd

I'm not okay was good, not many notes on it, the guitars though

THE GHOST OF YOU the bridge holy fuck, it's all great BUT

Especially the bridge oh god it's so beautiful I feel with the cleaner vocals it gives this part more emotion

Now I have already talked about jetset but of course since I'm listening in order I must continue to talk about it

I fear there is no understanding any one could have about how much I love this song but

Let's talk about the first verse

Extra magestic

Chorus is a little clearer though I think it could honestly have stayed the exact same then there's the verses I do like how they where mixed magestic

And the pull the plug parts specifically the last one has always made me fucking ascend but remixed it just gets so so much better holy fuckkk

Interlude is interlude not much to say

SISSTEERR I'm not much a poet but a criminal and you never had a chanceeeee

Thank you for the venom is quite beautiful, I like the clearer guitars also

Also "paid me!", "made me!", "Save me!" Etc. Sounds beautiful with the extra shouting you can now here

Chorus is magestic as always, clearer guitars on it is very nice and I can hear the base line very well

Hang em high!! Cowboy song (that's my correlation) this is my third favorite remastered song

Gerards scream in the beginning

It sounds really really good all cleaned up and shit. Bass line is beautiful one I wanna learn. Also the fucking she won't stop me put it down ohhhhhhh

Hang em high my love

Oh baby don't stop bury me and fade to black

It's not a fashion statement it's a fucking death wish

Guitars in the intro are so much clearer also first verse

AHHH

The back up on WELL IT DIDDD

I do really like how this turned out remixed

I don't have to much to say about it

It's just really good

Now cemetery drive, best mixed idc not my favorite song by any means but it is really really good and the remaster honestly makes me like it more

I did love the original song but I feel it just sounds better for this song specifically

Like the intro just sounds better and overall this song is just meant to be cleaner in my opinion

It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun

But seriously it's beautiful

Well I miss you well I miss you so farrrrr and the collision of your kiss that made it so hardddd

And the best part is the bridge again, I love bridges in songs they're always my favorite part I swear but this one specifically

The "way down" she's so magestic

I never told you what I do for a living

Also so magestic I love being able to hear the bass on this so much cause ohhhh the bassline on this bitch

Also the clearer vocals on this is very nice. I don't have much to say but I also really really like this one

But the I tried I tried mmm the emotion hits harder in his voice when clearer

Honestly just the whole end of the song

Also I just realized I skipped Helena, it's good, idk sounds good redone but I prefer the original helena

[keikikait]

a slice of almond tofu [aged up!megumi x f!reader]

pairing: au!biker!megumi x barista!mechanicsdaughter!reader (both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 3k

summary: you're the head barista at your local cafe. you see people come and go regularly, customers and employees. recently, a spiky, dark-haired biker has been coming in every day, and you suspect he’s always there to see you.

warnings: slightly ooc megumi haha, my limited knowledge of motorcycles, smut [18+ ONLY!], dom!megumi, sub!reader, public sex? (it’s in an empty office), nickname use [baby, sweetheart, pretty girl], name calling [slut, fucktoy, whore], cunnilingus, porn with slight plot, mention of a blowjob, use of the words ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’, clit slapping (?), choking (slight), hair pulling (kind of?), mention of a breeding kink (sue me idc)

a note: this is my first fanfic on tumblr, please be understanding lol. i tried to write this as body type, skin tone, hair color, and hair texture neutral as possible. please let me know if there's something i should add or take away! also, sorry if there are any issues with tense, i flip-flopped between past & present for a while.

please reblog and comment, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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It was late at the cafe, the setting sun outside causing a wave of soft golden light that further added to the warm, comfy aesthetic.

Your back was turned to the front, wiping down one of the espresso machines to clean it. Your head spun around when you heard the low growl of a bike outside. 

He was here.

He came inside, pulling his helmet off as he shut the door. He smooths his dark hair with his hand and took a look at the menu on the wall briefly before approaching you behind the counter.

He clears his throat before speaking in a calm, quiet voice.

“A slice of almond tofu and a hot caramel latte, please.”

You smile, plugging it into the register before grabbing a ticket to write his order on. “For here?”

“Yes.”

“And soy milk, right?”

He blushes slightly. You remember him. “Yes, soy milk.”

You chuckle, capping the pen and setting the ticket on the espresso machine. He moved to sit down at his usual spot, a large dark brown leather couch in the corner of the cafe by the only outlet. It was directly across from the pick up counter, and you used this to your advantage, slowly stealing glances at him while he typed away on his laptop or read whatever book he had that day.

You got to work on his order, picking a large slice of the almond tofu before putting more of the frangipane and almond slices on top. You know he always wanted more almond on top, and even though it was an extra 50 cents, you never charged him. You made his latte, paying extra attention to the latte art. A heart would be too forward, you thought, so you did a fern.

You plate his order before sliding it onto the pickup counter. “It’s Megumi, right?”

He looks up from his laptop, his lips slightly parted. “Yeah, do I really come in here that much?” He stands up and collects his order before sitting back down.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind.”

He smiles before taking a bite of the almond tofu. “I like this cafe. It’s so comfortable and calming…plus the coffee and food are really good.”

He glances out the window briefly before turning back to you. He clarifies your name, and to your own surprise, he said it correctly.

You smile. “That's me,” You point to your nametag which had “HEAD BARISTA” carved into it under your name.

He glances at it and smiles at you. “How long have you been working here?”

You grab a rag from the sanitizer bucket and begin wiping down the counter. “About three years.��

He whistles, “That’s a long time.” He takes a sip of the latte. “I assume I’m one of your regulars.”

You smile. “Yeah, it’s hard to forget that bike.” You put the rag back into the sanitizer bucket.

He smirks, scratching his jaw. “Ah, so I’m memorable?”

You smile again. “Very. Also, you’re one of the only customers that gets the almond tofu. The matcha is the most popular.” You lean across the counter, propped up on your elbows.

“It’s one of my favorite things here. I love how simple yet sweet it is.” He looks out the window again before looking back at you. “Can I ask you for some advice?”

You’re taken aback, but you say yes anyway.

Megumi sighs, facing you completely. “So, I just moved here, and I’ve been having some issues with my bike, with the engine and the exhaust…my friend and I have been trying to repair it but nothing is working. Do you know of any auto shops around?” He reaches up and scratches the back of his head, and you had to force yourself to ignore how his bicep moved under his shirt.

You smile. You had this in the bag. “Actually, funnily enough, my dad is a mechanic,” You reach over to the napkin holder and pull a pen out of your apron pocket, scribbling down the address. “You can come by tomorrow, if you want.” You slide it across the counter.

His eyes light up. “R-Really? That's so sweet of you, umm…” He pauses. “How much would it cost? I haven’t gotten paid yet.”

You wave away his worries. “It’ll be on the house. My dad does free repairs for my friends.”

Megumi’s eyebrows raise. “Are you sure?” 

You nod, smiling again. “Come by around noon.”

He smiles down at the napkin before folding it up and putting it in his pocket. “Thank you so much…you seriously don’t understand how much it means to me.”

You step back from the counter. “Don’t worry about it.”

Megumi shoves the remaining tofu in his mouth before gulping down the rest of the drink, sliding the dishes to you. “Thank you so much. I’ll see you at noon tomorrow.”

You pick up the dishes, setting them aside to wash. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Megumi.”

You watch as he leaves, putting his helmet back on and climbing onto his bike. He drives off, into the sunset, and you can’t wait for tomorrow.

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It was a hot day in Tokyo.

You get up early, taking your time to thoroughly get ready. He had only ever seen you in your barista uniform, no makeup with your hair pulled back, and an ugly, bulky brown apron on. You want to impress him, you need to impress him.

You look in the mirror one last time, fixing your hair and tugging on your thin sundress. It’s one of your favorites, pretty short, just hitting the middle of your thigh, a soft lavender color, and fairly loose fitting. A slight breeze would cause it to float up, but if Megumi saw that you wouldn’t mind too much.

You head over to your dad’s workshop, pulling open the heavy gate and stepping inside. You had lied and said Megumi was a school friend to secure the free discount for him. You pace around, antsy, occasionally glancing at your phone. It was already 12:15, and worry that he wasn’t coming was eating you alive.

Megumi pulls up to the workshop on the edge of town, parking his bike in front of the garage door. He walks up and knocks, hoping you would answer and not your father.

You pull the door up, smiling. “Hey, Megumi!”

Megumi smiles, trying to not let his eyes wander over your body. “Hey, sorry I’m late…it nearly gave out on me on the ride over here.” He starts walking his motorcycle inside the garage.

“It’s okay,” You smile. “My dads in his office, I’ll go get him.”

You rush to your dad’s office, knocking on the door and peeking your head in. Megumi tries not to watch your ass move in your dress as you walked, but he can’t help himself. 

Your father exits his office, greeting Megumi with a smile. You stand behind your father and watch; watch the way Megumi’s eyes lit up when he was discussing his bike, how big his smile was when your father confirms, yes, the repairs would be free, and how his arms moved as he gestured.

You want him. Badly.

Your father squats down by the bike, examining the exhaust pipe. He unscrews the covers on the side to look at the engine, and whistles. 

He stands back up, looking at Megumi. “This might take a while. I gotta go across town to get some replacement parts.” Megumi’s eyes widen, and he fumbles for his wallet in his bag. He pulls it out and starts inquiring about the payment when your father shakes his head. “On the house, you’re a friend of my daughter. Don’t worry about it.”

Megumi gulps. “Are you sure, sir?” Your father nods before heading over to you and kissing you on the forehead. 

“I’ll leave right now. I’ll be back in maybe an hour or so.”

You both say your goodbyes and the garage door shut with a bang as your father leaves.

Now it’s just the two of you, alone.

You finally break the silence. “Do you want to sit in his office? It’s air conditioned.”

He smiles. “Yes, please. The heat is killing me.”

You chuckle before leading him into your father’s office, sitting down in his big office chair. Your thighs smush together when you sit down, and it make Megumi’s jaw tick. You grab the small hand fan your father kept on his desk and begin fanning yourself.

Megumi sits in the chair across the desk. “So, do you help out here, too? Or do you just work at the cafe?”

A droplet of sweat travels down your collarbone. “I help out here sometimes. Mostly I’m an errand girl.”

You keep fanning yourself, pulling the dress down your thighs. You’re already hot and sweaty, and being around Megumi definitely doesn’t help.

He crosses his legs, trying to hide the erection that was slowly forming. You look so adorable in your dress, and Megumi can’t help but imagine kissing your shoulders and chest as he slides the straps down-

No. He has to focus and hold out. At least for a little bit longer.

He leans his elbows on his knees, wiping his lip with his thumb. “That's nice of you, to help your father.”

You swallow hard, sitting up straight and squeezing your thighs together. He’s so effortlessly beautiful. “Yeah, I guess so. He fixes my car for free.”

You continue to fan yourself. It gets awkwardly quiet, the only sound being from the clock ticking on the wall above the door.

He looks at you, rubbing his thumb on his knee in a circular motion. “Do you think he’ll actually take an hour?”

You nod. “He gets distracted at the store, talking to his mechanic buddies. Honestly, he’ll probably take longer than that.”

Megumi grins. “Perfect. I want you all to myself for a while.”

You bite back a whine and squeeze your thighs together again, finally responding with “Mhm.”

He smirks. “You okay? A bit hot?”

You nod, sheepish. “Yeah…a bit.”

“Mhmm, I can tell. You keep squeezing your thighs together. It’s adorable.” Megumi says. 

You nearly faint. “It is?”

“It’s the cutest thing.” He stands up from the chair and walks around the desk, kneeling in front of you.

You let out a soft gasp, shutting the fan and setting it down on the desk.

He smirks, and reaches up to touch your thighs. “Is this okay?” You nod, sliding down further in the chair. He groans, spreading his hands over your thighs. “God, these are driving me crazy.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your thigh. “Yeah. Been wanting to sink my teeth into them. Been wanting you ever since yesterday.”

You gulp. “Since yesterday? Even when I’m in my uniform?”

He nods, squeezing your thighs with his hands. They’re rough and calloused and you nearly cum on the spot. “You looked so fucking innocent, it drove me crazy. I almost crashed on the way home because I was so goddamn hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking that little mouth of yours.” 

Your mouth dropped open, almost instinctively. “Um, I mean-I wouldn’t mind that.”

He smirks again. “I know you wouldn’t, baby.”

Baby. You let out a shaky breath.

He pushes the hem of your dress around your hips, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head when he sees your panties. Black, relatively plain, but there’s a little purple bow on the front and it makes his head spin. “Can I take these off?”

Your face flushes. “I thought you wanted me to…you know-”

“Gag on my cock?” Megumi finishes your sentence for you. “I do. But, that can wait. I need to get my mouth on you or else I’m going to die.”

You nod. You aren’t complaining, not at all. “You can take ‘em off, then.”

Megumi slides your panties down, pocketing them for later, and spreads your legs wide. He moans when he sees your little cunt for the first time. He wraps his hands around your hips and pulls you to the edge of the chair. 

You feel anxious under his gaze. Does he not like it? Is it pretty? Before you can even think about asking, he leans forward and slots his mouth over you.

You gasp, immediately going to thread your fingers through his hair. It’s soft, despite the gel. Maybe you should ask him what kind he uses after.

Megumi moans when he tastes you, moving his tongue flat in small circles over your clit. He can’t get enough, the taste is driving him crazy. And you’re so sensitive too, squirming and moaning his name.

He moves his mouth away and slides two fingers inside you. You whine at the loss of contact and try to push his head down again. He chuckles. “Patience, pretty girl, patience.”

You shake your head. You can barely focus on anything other than his long fingers pumping in and out of you. They feel so much better than your own. “Can’t, Megs, I can’t. I need you.”

“I know you do,” He coos, thrusting even faster. His thumb takes the place of his tongue, rubbing your clit in small circles. “Your cute little clit is so swollen, just for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes! All for you, Megs!” Your hips buck a little when his thumb speeds up.

He fucking laughs at that. “Sensitive little slut, aren’t ya?”

You nod again, nearly cumming at his condescending laugh and the pet name. “Your…your slut, Megumi.”

He smirks. “All mine. You were practically made for me, baby. I can just tell this little cunt is gonna squeeze my cock so well.” His fingers speed up and he moves his thumb to replace it with his tongue. 

His fingers rub against that spongey spot inside you and you cum immediately, clenching around his fingers as you grind against his tongue.

Megumi pulls away, a triumphant smile on his face. “Fuck. Good girl.” He gives your clit a gentle slap before getting up from his knees. He pulls off his shirt and starts to unbuckle his belt. “Bend over the desk. Right now.”

You happily oblige, moving your father’s papers aside and bending over the desk, hiking your dress up around your hips.

He grabs your hips tight, pushing your thighs open with his knees. “Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good like this.”

You shake a little. “I do?”

Megumi groans, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “So fucking good. Makes me wanna take you home and make you my personal little fucktoy.”

You let out a shaky moan. Holy shit. “I-I-I mean I wouldn’t mind.”

He groans again. “Goddamn, you’re perfect. Maybe I should make you mine. Take you home, treat you right, fuck your brains out every night…”

His voice trails off, and you go to respond with a pathetic ‘Please, Megumi!’ when you feel his cock push against your cunt and slowly start sliding in.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan.

He grabs your hair roughly, right at the root. “Fuck.” 

Megumi’s cock slides all the way in and you almost cum. You feel like your choking, like his cock is in your guts.

“So big…” You manage to say. 

He reaches his other hand around and wraps it around your throat, and this time you do cum.

Megumi groans loudly. “God, fuck, did you just cum?” You nod pathetically and he chuckles. “Fucking whore. I love it.”

His hips start moving, the pat pat pat filling your ears. You can hardly think, quickly being pushed past your second orgasm as the third one looms.

You swallow some drool before it escapes your lips. “Megumi…”

“Shhh, pretty girl,” Megumi coos. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” He squeezes your neck a little.

Your mouth drops open as his hips speed up. His soft moans are right by your ear, and even though you’re getting fucked stupid, you can’t help but imagine what he sounds like when you’re between his thighs gagging on his stupidly big cock.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he squeezes your neck again.

He moves his hand from your neck to your mouth, covering it. “Shhh, baby. We don’t want your neighbors to hear you, do we?” 

You nod, agreeing with him. You can’t let anything ruin this moment.

Megumi keeps his hand clamped over your mouth as his hips speed up. “Fuck, sweetheart, I wanted to hold out but I don’t think I can last. Your little cunt is so wet and perfect, fucking hell.”

He tugs your head back further and your eyes meet.

Tears well in your eyes and you mumble against his hand. “Please cum inside me, Megumi.”

His eyes darken. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up? Get you nice and pregnant?”

You’ve never even thought about having kids, but honestly you would do anything for him at this point. You nod pathetically. 

His smirk fades as he moans. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me.”

Megumi keeps a tight grip on your hair as his thrusts speed up. His orgasm sneaks up on him. “Fuck, fuck, shit-baby, fuck, ‘m cumming!” He cums loudly, letting go of your hair and gripping your hips with both hands to keep you from moving away.

You lay there on your father’s desk, drooling slightly.

He flips you onto your back and sits you upright. “You okay? Did I go too hard?”

You smile softly. “It was perfect.”

Megumi grins before looking down at your cunt as his cum drips out. “Fuck. Do you have a tissue or something?”

You blindly reach behind you and grab the box of tissues your father keeps on his desk. Megumi takes one and cleans you up gently. 

He kisses your clit before slapping it again. “You’re such a good girl.”

Your legs are still shaking. “Your good girl.”

His eyebrows raise. “Yeah? You wanna be mine?”

You nod. “Wanna be all yours, Megs.”

Megumi pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think we can arrange that.”

The floor shakes as the garage door opens, signaling your father’s return. 

His eyes flick to the clock. “Hey, you lied! He only took 45 minutes!”

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ahhh sorry the ending is so shit lmao, i had no idea how to end it. anywayz, let me know what you think!

pt 2? maybe.

please do not translate or copy my work!

[elliesbelle]

Since reading ncty literally NO OTHER FIC COMPARES TO IT! I love it so much but now my standards are really high :´)

Belle sweetie I think you already suggested some other fits buuuut…do you know any other series (need something long) that’s also Ellie or Abby x reader that you liked and would suggest? Trusting only you with recs

haha well, i'm gonna plug the works of my mutuals again then!

@lonelyfooryouonly has PLENTY of amazing ellie series that are long and got a lot to read! (can't even choose a fave between them honestly)

@seattlesellie's not about love will have you crying and screaming and screaming with the s all at the same time! i still go back to it every now and again.

i'm not kidding when i say that @carmellie's see you next summer is everything to me. one time, carm released a chapter while i was at work, and i legit excused myself to the bathroom and didn't leave until i finished reading it!!!!

my wonderful love @totheblood has several series as well, superposition being one of my all-time faves (literally was already obsessed with the series before i even started publishing on here and before star and i were even friends)!

@callmelola111 has a bunch of ellie series, one of my faves is color me purple! i love flirty tension ugh

@s-4pphics has a BUNCH of ellie and abby series, literally just go through my sal love's page and you'll find so much content fr

@spaceshipellie's we were never just friends had me screaming and crying on the bus ride home, it was so so SO good

@glowstickfracture doesn't have a whole abby series perse, BUT they have so much amazing and sexy firefighter/fire medic!abby content that it's basically its own series!

sorority secrets by @cinnnamongrl was just so bellisimo chef's kiss, i did naught want it to end

my babes @phantombriide has a shit ton of smaus that are so immersive and they feel like reading a full blown series fr (and she has a new one coming out soon that i helped with so 😘)

@elliespeach's the air that i breathe isn't done yet, but it's everything to me and i'm at the edge of my seat waiting for the next chapter!

my love my life @cherriesxinthespring's seattle grace hospital is the reason i breathe, rose hasn't finished it yet but idc cause it's just so good

@coeurify's perfect girl is one of the very first elie fics i ever read and rinie is such a talented writer that you should just read everything they've written regardless

this isn't a complete list and i need to get back to what i'm doing skldfjdskls (i'm compiling this during a break from cleaning my apartment), but that's a start!

you can also check out the other list of fave ellie fics i made of my mutual's works too here.

[loverboykirstein]

2025 firsts!. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

i was tagged by @velvetlilith777 and @leifygreeens to share this fun little list !! mwuah i love u both !!

first arts n crafts : i was actually coloring in my new coloring book when the clock struck 12!!

first movie watched : lilo & stitch (i actually bought another stitch stuffed animal while watching, i lack self control)

first song i listened to: technically it was A Trophy Father's Trophy Son by Sleeping with Sirens, since my phone has decided to play it every single time i plug it into the car i am borrowing, BUT first song in full was Cold Walks To The Liquor Store by Tarnish

first tv show watched: i haven't watched any actual tv shows since the start of the new year, but i did watch ninokito on youtube do his yandere sam playthrough VOD (again, idc) and it's part of a series!

first book read: i haven't read anything besides manga for the last year in terms of 'real' books, and i haven't read any yet but i did buy dandadan vol 1-5 for my kindle!

first fanfic read: closet capers and creamy concoctions by SashiAvi on ao3!! (mdni with this fic pls)

first food i ate: a whole bunch of those Lindt truffles, the ones with the blue wrapper to be specific (am i lactose intolerant? yes. let me live.)

first dinner i had: noodles with violife cheese (the best vegan cheese i will die on this hill) with some salt n pep! v boring but i didn't wanna cook

no pressure tags!!

@justwolosers @arminsfuckassbob @sp1derbyt3 (i apologize if you've already been tagged, and no pressure!!)

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[or0ch1maru]

I loved your writing on kinks for each Akatsuki members 💖🥰 Would you consider writing one shot for Zetsu? I was also wondering if he would be up for biting since...well, he bites in the anime 😅

The way I RAN to write this🤭 I truly wish he got more attention. Idc but I think he’s cute lol.

18+ smut, smut and more SMUT. Utter filth.

Warnings: biting, rough sex, mention of cock warming, bruising, breeding kink implied but not out right stated.

•

• even though Zetsu isn’t down to be bitten, he’s definitely the one to bite you. Leaving marks all over your body

• covering your soft skin in crescent shapes and purple bruises

• loves hearing the noises that fall from your pretty little mouth when you’re four orgasms in, his teeth buried in your flesh as your ride out your high.

• “one more for me princess. I know you have it in you.” He coos, his cock deep in your cunt. Your needy little hole taking him to the hilt.

•you whine, bucking your hips back towards him instinctively. Despite feeling overstimulated, your body can’t get enough of him, moving by itself to relieve the ache building between your thighs.

• “Zetsu..” you say his name, drawing it out as he teases your puffy and sensitive nub, grazing over it lightly with his thumb.

• “that’s a good fucking girl.” He praises, grabbing a fistful of your hair before pulling you up, your back against his chest. This entire session, he had you pinned to his desk, face mushed into the hard wood.

•you let out a cry as he sinks his teeth into your collarbone, causing your next orgasm to hit you quickly. He feels your legs tremble, looking down and groans at the beautiful sight of a creamy ring around the base of his cock.

• “fuck.” The word muttered in a deep tone as he watches your cunt grip his member. “So fucking pretty. Taking me so fucking good princess.”

•your partner always praised you, babbling more so as his release approached. His pace begins to falter, bringing his mouth to your neck, and once again sinking his fangs into you

•your shoulders and collar bones are a mixture of purple and deep red, your skin sensitive from your partner’s bites. Him giving you a mercy and planting his mouth somewhere that wasn’t already tender.

•holding you firmly in place as he fills you, using himself like a plug, keeping his release buried inside you. His lips planting soft and sweet kisses a top your fresh bruises.

• “so good for me baby, always good for me.” His tone gentle, his voice barely above a whisper as he coos into your ear. He thrusts into you a few more times, slow, and passionately. Unlike his usual rough nature.

• “my good girl. Such a princess.” He continues, listening to your whimpering as he pulls himself from you. A strong arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling.

•after he helped clean you up, he lifted you, holding you against his chest as he got the two of you situated in bed.

• “I love you Princess.” He whispered as he pulled the comforter over you. Smiling sweetly down at you as you mumbled a faint “love you” before drifting to sleep.

(Phew, I had to put my phone down and step outside to touch some grass because omg) please, anybody, send in more requests for Zetsu. Msbdosntpgb fuck

[pearsonspearson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53346394/chapters/135012046

I feel like shamelessly plugging myself right now… so if yall haven’t (or if u have idc READ IT AGAIN!!!!) take a cute lil peek at this jarvey fic! It’s got everything! Romance, fluff, angst, conflict, kids, shenanigans and SEX! What more could you want????

[samsblades]

imagine u and sam r like bestie besties and u both love each other but never say so so like u guys argue abt sumet and u leave but u get hit by a car so ur rushed to hospital and he goes to see u a few days and the nurses and everyone advise him to not go in bc u look pretty bad, like u know when ur hit by a high speed car.

anywho he goes in and he breaks down immediately when he sees you and like he can’t help but think u look somewhat at peace and he moves your hair out of ur face and kisses your forehead and literally stays by ur bed for days and weeks on end and when they’re about to pull the plug on u u wake up and he cries out of joy and falls to his knees as he kisses each of ur knuckles.

u guys head home and he cares for you, dean helps as well but he knows sam wants to do the bulk of it so he lets it be and like eventually after (i mean many months after the incident) he tells u how he feels again and u guys actually do it and live happily ever after and like get married and watch star wars together and everything and the sex is fuckin amazing, like i’m sorry ik it was soft but i genuinely think sam is the kinda guy who doesn’t let himself finish until u have bc he likes the mess it makes of u and stuff and he likes cleaning u up after sex, genuinely like it’s another opportunity for him to admire ur body in its whole

-💽

UGH i'm such a sucker for angsty plots like this one YEAH LETS GAURRR it's just too good... can't tell you he loves you but then he nearly loses you and can't live with not telling you. such gold to me idc if it's cliche

no because like you're so right, everything about being with him is so soft and sweet and passionate and that includes the sex!! he's such a gentleman while still being a freak in the sheets like he always takes SUCH good care of you <33

[stxrmxtsu]

i work at a store that sells sex toys so these are toys i think the matsus would use on you and themselves.

tag(s): nsfw, pervy matsu boys, gay thoughts (for the male readers), not rlly edited, THIS SUCKS.

note(s): some of these are vague but i’m also practicing on how i interpret them while also giving people like…the canon versions of them so this is all for practice, idk what compelled me to write this i’ve been at work all day

edit: this was supposed to be posted a LOOONNGG time ago. so now, its being posted on 11/18/23

osomatsu

on you: wand massagers, anal beads

wand massagers are his FAVORITE to use on you if or when he can’t really access your clit while he’s pounding you from behind, he’ll reach around you with a wand to get you to cum faster. if you’re his boyfriend, he defo uses it on both of your cocks.

anal beads come in close second, especially if you’re his boyfriend. for girlfriends, it doesn’t come as much unless you two are having a LOONNGG night. (like bdsm nights)

on himself: strokers, cock rings, anal plugs (sometimes)

when you introduced oso to strokers, he was in HEAVEN. he got addicted real fast when you gifted him one as a joke. (not a joke anymore now is it) like, you gave it to him and he was genuinely like “oh my god thanks. i love it. and i love you mwah mwah mwah” and now he has like…5 of them. all different kinds, even a butthole one so he can practice anal for when the real deal happens. also, no fucks on where he ‘hides’ them. (well…until he got yelled at by choromatsu).

(for the gays) you gifted the butthole one as an actual joke and he laughed at it but when you left…

lets just say he couldn’t stop using it while thinking of you. yeah. btw it happens constantly. whether you’re his boyfriend or not.

cock rings are his favorite only because you told him he can last longer with them. (and my guy loves fucking so…)

anal plugs or anything anal on him doesn’t really interest him unless you ask him if you can perform it on him but the times where he’s either submissive or you ask, he likes them. sometimes he feels pretty in the jeweled ones you have.

karamatsu

on you: vibrating cock rings (for male), vibrating bullets, wax candles

i think he likes taking it up the ass more so he makes you last longer by using the cock rings AND ones that vibrate because he just likes the feeling of it inside his asshole.

i think he likes playing around with you somewhat before the main event, i mean don’t get me wrong, kara is a tender and romantic lover but he likes making you feel good before and during sex. so sometimes he’ll use the bullet to press it against your clit while he eats you out or fingers you.

wax candles go for both you and him. while yes, i said he’s a romantic person, he won’t let the candles he lit for you around the bed go to waste. this is entirely if you are into it, he won’t bring it up ever again if he approached you about it and you refused.

on him: strap ons, cock sleeves, cock rings

strap ons are self explanatory, like i said, i think kara likes it up the ass more than anyone you’ve ever been with (he’s a bottom idc what you say). the way he approached you about it was kind of funny because he saw it in your little chest of sex toys and he was curious at first but then awkwardly mentioned it during a convo about spicing up your sex lives.

cock sleeves. whether you use it to finger him or enhance your own cock, karamatsu is all for it. he likes the ones with the ridges because he’s a slut and he NEEDS to feel all of you.

cock rings are mostly used on you, sure, but he also definitely uses them. if you’re a person that likes to go multiple rounds that is.

choromatsu(bator) (thank you dub oso for that nickname)

on you: any clitoral stimulators so roses, suction vibes, etc.

if i’m being honest to myself and you, choromatsu, even with guidance, lowkey kinda sucks at foreplay. so you and him kinda have to use anything that presses against you to get you fully ready.

on him: *rubs hands together* here we go.

vibrating anal plugs, vibrating panties, lube that looks like cum (thats actually a thing its called ‘fuck sauce’ and we sell it in my store), remote control vibes, cock sleeves

look me in the fucking eye and tell me that this man is not willing to let you do anything and everything to him. i dare you.

i won’t go into detail with each one cuz thats gonna take up my word count limit for each boy but FUCK does he like it messy and wet. sometimes he’ll even let you get a paddle on his ass 😏

ichimatsu

on you: oh. the obvious. any bdsm kit you find, wax candles, etc.

when you officially introduced and familiarized ichimatsu with toys and other stuff, he, like oso, got addicted. and was in heaven. of course at first he was really nervous because he’s been a virgin all his life, but with love and trust coming from you, his s/o, he’s become a FIEND. like you have no idea what you created but it sure as hell was a monster.

on him: same thing

while ichi has his dom moments, its safe to say he’s absolutely a SUCKER for receiving the same treatment as he gives you. his favorite HAS to be a paddle to the ass and hot wax dripping all over his body.

jyushimatsu

on you: flavored lube, rabbit vibes

you remember jyushi’s expression when you said there was such thing as flavored lube. his eyes lit up and then turned to the curious cat eyes. did it taste good? why was it a thing? how? he likes giving you oral with it, its his favorite activity so far in the bedroom (whether you have a cock or pussy)

jyushi is playful in bed just as he is in his everyday life so when you showed him your rabbit vibes, he laughed in joy and watched it shake with vibration or if you have the thrusters, he would giggle at how they moved up and down. it’s cute and funny at first but when you’re pent up, you grab him like “jyushi. if you don’t fuck me right now-“

and then you two actually fuck like rabbits. well…after he fucks you good with the vibe….

on him: anything!

i couldn’t really pick any toys that jyushi would like on himself but i’m pretty sure he would be down with anything and everything except the complicated and hardcore bdsm stuff.

he doesn’t want either of you to be hurt during sex because it’s supposed to be a feel good activity!

todomatsu

on you: vibrating panties, remote control bullets, suction vibrators, vibrating anal plugs

look me in the eye again, and tell me he won’t be a little shit with all four of those things. satan spawn when it comes to teasing you. he knows when you’re close too, he picked up on your cues pretty quickly and it always ends with him edging the hell outta you.

of course you get upsetti and frustrated, which he adores. (to an extent) and he just smirks at you and continues until you’re begging and a mess.

on him: strap ons, anal plugs and beads, lube that looks like cum (or just your cum in general if you’re a dude)

NEED I REMIND YOU OF MY PEGGING HCS AGAIN?

kidding, but fr.

totty doesn’t like anything too much but i think anal stuff is as far as he’ll go in regards to ‘hardcore’ sessions.

once in a while or when he’s just being a goddamn brat, he’ll push his hips back against yours with a shit eating smirk and make fake whiney noises to tease you. and when you snap and fuck him good, he’s buried face down into the pillows and sheets so fast and crying.

[equalperson]

I've increasingly found that one of the hardest things about being narcissistic and potentially(!) antisocial is balancing morality with My more harmful urges and pleasures.

morally speaking, I'm very pro-kindness and against mistreating others, but emotionally, I have such a sadistic streak that it's sometimes like My greatest moods come from human suffering.

like, I eavesdropped on overheard My mom arguing with her husband on the phone last night. it was such an intense argument, one of those crying, yelling, "fuck you, this relationship isn't worth it (but somehow the conversation doesn't end in a breakup)" arguments.

I know this is going to sound so heartless--and it honestly is--but it just gave Me such a thrill. even though I hate being in emotionally intense situations Myself, I love being a witness to them.

I love the severity, I love the will-they-won't-they. the way that they can say everything under the sun that'd lead to a breakup in most people, but be so mutually uncertain that I can't actually tell where things are gonna go.

I was honestly a bit surprised by how sadistic I really am; I was literally trembling with excitement. I looked in the mirror (which was directly in front of where I was listening from) and saw My eyes bright and wide.

but the longer I listened, the later into the night it got, the more My perceptual distortions kicked in and I saw Myself take on an almost emaciated visage, pronounced bones and sunken cheeks.

like a demon simply inhabiting a human form, falling apart and decaying the longer she gave into her satanic temptations. and yet, I felt no real guilt.

every once in a while, I unlock new highs and new lows. but the further I climb, the more I achieve types of bliss that I can't ever seek out Myself.

I love hearing people break down and doubt their loves, but there's no ethical way to make that happen Myself. I love sending hate anons, but there are so few people who I can logically say deserve it that I've only ever done it once (to a fanboy for a child predator, so that was 100% justified IDC).

the euphorias that I can achieve ethically are so difficult. I love being praised, but I have to wait for others to feel Me deserving of it. even once this does happen, if it comes from the wrong person, I can be brought down just as easily by experiencing how toxic or unreliable they really are.

My special interests bring Me consistent joy, but it's rarely ever on the nirvanic level that I'm looking for. only truly unexpected, great discoveries put Me in that state, which is difficult for something I expose Myself to so very often.

sometimes I hate being sober. I think back and remember when I was younger and tried to find some drug users on hinge as to find safe supply, because I'm mindful enough not to trust just any random drug dealer I find on the street.

I didn't want a relationship, so I planned on going out a couple of times, asking whoever for their plug, and then dumping them before anything got too physical.

this never went anywhere, which was almost definitely for the best, but I still contemplate how many substances there are that would bring Me this same thrill so easily. no effort, no moral violations, no dependence on others, no waning novelty.

but once again, it's for the best that I'm sober. as much as I want to say that I'd just rationalize and space out My usage, what would really be stopping Me from cracking and deciding that I needed a boost more and more often, much like what happens to many drug addicts? it's so easy to say that you're too mindful for addiction, but that's never really true, especially for someone as erratic and discontented as I am.

so I'm left without options: all I can do is try to fill the void with stories about unpredictable characters and wait until My next god-given opportunity to feast.

[saltyyuuri]

Sova x Reader; lucky catch part 5!

🍀lucky catch🍀 words 2400

part 1 -part 2 - part3 - part 4 - part 6

song: Greek tragedy (yes that one again idc)

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The morning after the club was a bit rough- but not as bad as to be expected. You were still functional- just groggy and feeling a bit woozy. Maybe your stomach wasn't in it's best state either- but this was so much better than a killer headache or being ill for the day, and eating light for a day wasn't going to kill you. You slowly got out of bed- taking a much needed shower and changing clothes. It was an off day- so you were going to takes things slow, easy and comfortably.

In the shower, you took some extra time to enjoy the soothing hot water, scratching your scalp in a repetitive way as the shampoo lathered around. The same went for your body, just taking your time for once to enjoy the process. You grabbed the bottle of makeup remover, lathering some on a silicone pad you used to wash your face- only just now realizing your makeup was already taken off. You didn't dwell too long on it- assuming someone in your small group of the night before probably took care of it for you the evening before.

You didn't remember much of the night before, after the 5th drink or so being quite literally chugged, anything after was a blur, if not totally gone from you memory. You finished washing up, sliding on a cozy bathrobe as you left the shower, getting a move on some self care; brushing your teeth, applying some hair oil to keep your hair smooth and healthy, applying moisturizer for your face then using cream to moisturize your body. You sprayed on some body mist, enjoying the soft scent it gave off, finally exiting your personal bathroom.

After some extra minutes, you were back to chilling in bed, cozy pajamas on, sipping on a vanilla protein shake you made to get some energy - but still not quite feeling up to eat actual food. You had to plug in your phone as you made your shake, the battery had died and it was going to need a minute before turning back on. As you waited on your phone, you tried to recall some of the events of the night before, trying to piece together some snippets to give yourself a general idea.

You mostly just remember the group getting rowdy and oddly invested in a conversation, though not fully recalling about what. You shook your protein shake bottle before taking a sip of the creamy mix, the taste of vanilla spreading as you took small sips. Why was the group so invested- and on what? It took you a few more seconds, racking your brain to recall any details. They had your phone- now that detail came back on a whim, eyes widening slightly. What could they have possibly done on your phone that had them so invested?

You sat in your bed, setting down the protein shake between your legs- you were sitting crossed legged, back leaning on the wall behind you. You picked you phone up from the nightstand, keeping it plugged in as you turned it on, waiting nervously as the brand's logo shone brightly on the phone screen, taking it's sweet time to turn back on. Once it was finally on, you put in your pin password, quickly checking any previously opened apps.

You noticed the messaging app open- and you felt a small pang of nervousness. What did Neon and the others do on your phone? You opened the app, taking quick note of who were the last recipients of your messages. Surprisingly- there was not many- most had gotten a copy pasted message from Neon saying ''(Y-N) is out at the club and is not in the state to reply- text her tomorrow!-Neon 🫡'' And you were quite happy she was nice enough to not write anything random.

Until you saw the chat with Sova. You noticed the last sent message was received late- so you had a feeling that there was some convo going on there. ''What did she do?'' You mumbled out to yourself, tapping on the chat bubble with Sova- Instantly needing to scroll up to re-read the messages that were sent through the night. You scrolled up to the last message Neon had sent that you remember her sending, starting to read from 'Yes, we're having a blast! Would have been better with you here though, princess'

Sova:'' Really now? You sure you're not just saying that because you have no one to call princess over there?🤨'' You (Neon): ''I mean, I could probably call Phoenix a princess and he would gladly take that title🙃'' Sova: ''That's true- he probably would make a whole scene of it haha!''Sova: ''Seriously though, try to not get too drunk, don't need you to be more 'pain-in-the-ass' than usual 😉'' You (Neon): ''Me? pain in the ass? neverrrr- 😗'' Sova: ''... right. You are the epitome of innocence. 😒'' You (Neon): ''yes, I am an angel in disguise! 😇'' Sova: ''...Right, and I'm supermodel. 😒'' You (Neon): ''Oh my! That explains why you're so good looking!😄''

You had to pause reading for a second, staring at the message Neon sent in your steed. That was slowly sounding out of character of you- and it was also making you cringe slightly. You definitely weren't the type to flirt like that- no your type was indeed to be a pain in the ass and tease. You thought to yourself 'certainly Sova would notice this isn't me texting and is gonna question it, right?'

Sova: ''That's bold-... How much did you drink?'' You (neon): '' Like... I think 6 margaritas?'' Sova: ''Lightweight much? 😂'' You (Neon): ''Iso's paying, so I'm chugging tbf '' You (Neon): ''If I ain't a hot mess by the end of it, then I did it wrong!''

You once more paused your reading, pinching the bridge of your nose. 'Hot mess'? That's definitely not something to would have said- no you would have said something like 'Getting fucked up' or something more vulgar- You knew your language got worse when you drank, so seeing polite wording made you cringe once again.

Sova: ''Damn, rest in peace Iso's wallet and your liver-'' You (Neon): ''Can I rest in peace with you 👀''

You chocked on your sip of protein shake, needing to put down your phone and shake bottle for a minute as you tried to not make a mess or making the chocking worse. ''What!?'' You yelled out- once more thankful that the dorms here in protocol were fully soundproofed. You didn't know if you actually wanted to keep reading- but at the same time this was your phone and convo, you didn't have much choice.

Sova: ''What? Like die or-''

That response actually made you giggle a bit- of course Sova was going to be oblivious of the innuendos.

You (Neon): ''I mean- if I can die in your arms, sure 😉''

You once more cringe at the response Neon had sent in your steed. The only thing that was convincing Sova that it was ''you'' texting was the fact the he was aware you were drinking- because these answers were getting more and more out of character for you.

Sova: ''I mean I would rather you not die- Are you okay??'' You (Neon): ''Oh you sweet summer child-'' (message 8 minutes later) Sova: ''WHAT????''

''oH GOD HE KNOWS-'' You yelled out, voice cracking. There was a few more messages left to read, but before you got to those, you sent a text to Neon telling her to count her days as you were re-reading the texts she had sent on your phone to Sova. Your face was red in pure embarrassment- needing a moment to recover from what you had read- Hell you were probably going to need much more than a minute now that Neon had quite literally outed it all. Sending him an euphemism about wanting to have sex with him was definitely not subtle- especially when he clearly looked it up.

You chugged the remainder of your protein shake, taking a few deep breaths. You needed to collect yourself- there was a few messages left to read, and whether you liked it or not, you needed to go through with reading it all.

You (Neon): ''What?'' Sova: ''YOU-'' Sova:''(Y-N) I really can't tell if your joking or not-'' You (Neon): ''Take a second to think about it, princess.'' Sova: ''Can you just be clear for a second and say yes or no???'' You (Neon): ''Where's the fun in that 😉?'' You (Neon): ''We're heading back to HQ! 😁'' Sova: ''I know, Neon texted me. She also warned me your drunk as hell 😒'' You (Neon): ''Awe don't give me that emoji! Now I feel bad 😞'' Sova: ''...Just get back safe and don't cause trouble.'' You (Neon): ''Will you tuck me in tonight? 🥺'' Sova: ''... Fine.😑''

You were embarrassed to finish reading the conversation. At least she finished it somewhat in character- but gods it was more embarrassing than reading your own drunken messages. She straight up told him you wanted to sleep with him- Then asked him to tuck you in bed?? Does Neon have no shame?

But then again, now you understood why your makeup was already taken off when you showered earlier and why your accessories were laid nicely on your desk, now finally spotting makeup wipes in the trash bin from your spot in bed. You just wasn't sure what to do as a next move- Should you text him and explain you weren't the one texting him? Should you be clear and fess up? Or just act like nothing happened?

As you pondered, your phone buzzed, a message coming through. You ignored it at first, assuming it was probably Neon replying to your small threat you had sent her way after seeing the messages she sent on your behalf. But a second buzz came through, now making you curious. Neon usually just sent her messages in one go, she hated to look of multiple message bubbles in the chat, preferring one big bubble in the chat (You stopped questioning it after a while honestly. ) You finally picked your phone back up, checking your messages.

Sova: ''Good morning, not too hung over? I assume you're awake since you're online.'' Sova: ''Need anything? Painkillers, food, heat pack?''

You stared at the messages for a moment- well, he was definitely being casual about what happened last night- maybe he was opting to just act as if nothing happened? If that was the case, you'd gladly go along with it.

You : ''Mornin, I'm okay, thanks for asking. Just keeping things light for my stomach, but after showering I'm feeling alright.'' Sova: ''Well that's good to hear, did you want something for breakfast perhaps? Eggs and toast maybe?'' You: ''I mean, if you're offering, I'd appreciate it, yeah 😊''

You leaned back in your spot in bed once more, pulling your sheet over your legs as you continued to check your phone, replying to any missed messages from the previous evening and responding to Neon- who was offering to get your favorite snacks when she'd go out to shop for snacks, food and some painkillers for the rest of the small group- most were hungover pretty badly from the night before.

Soon enough there was a light knock on the door- and a few seconds after the door was pushed open. You saw familiar blonde hair peek into the dorm, a glowing blue bionic eye and a normal blue eye looking your way. He pushed open the door fully to walk in with plates balanced in one hand, shutting the door with his foot. He quietly made his way to you, handing you a plate with eggs, toast, cheese and a few fruit pieces. ''There you go, something light an easy.'' He said, taking a seat on your office chair, facing you as his own plate rested on his lap.

''Thank you.'' You hummed out softly, taking small bites, not wanting to rush your stomach into taking in solid foods. It was still a bit queasy, but nothing too bad. ''So, about last night....'' Sova started slowly, taking a small bite of his food as he kept his eyes on you- and once more you had to be careful to not choke. You had two choices now- either blame Neon since she was the one texting, but essentially taking a few steps back at getting Sova to catch on- Or take the hit and admit to it all as what Neon texted was pretty close to reality.

''What about it?'' You decided to let him lead the conversation first, see how things would go. ''I'll assume you re-read it this morning, right?'' Sova asked with a small hum, his face was unreadable. He was keeping a poker face, casually eating his own breakfast as if it was the most normal thing ever. ''I did yeah?'' You nodded, once more letting him take the lead. The more he would talk, the more you could figure out how to go about on this.

'' So... You never did give me a clear answer... You know, on if you were serious-'' He started off, his poker face just slightly cracking as a small pink hue tinted his cheeks. So he wanted confirmation? Either you fess up or you play coy- part of you wanted to be honest and finally just be clear and end the game of cat and mouse-.... but part of you also wanted to continue pestering him, slowly driving him nuts in confusion. Sure, that second option was a little mean, but it was entertaining.

''Well... What do you think?'' You simply replied, giving the same reply you had given by text, trying to buy yourself time to make up your mind on whether you fess up or not. ''(Y-N), please, for once can you stop playing around?'' Sova said annoyedly, moving his plate and setting it on your desk, only half eaten for the moment. There was a frown forming on his face, his tone firm. ''Just say yes or no, is it that hard?''

''I am being serious Sova.'' You started , putting down the fork in the plate gently. Though, at the moment, you were unable to bring yourself to look up at Sova, just looking down at your own half eaten plate of food. You just fessed up, and you were suddenly realizing two things:

1- It felt liberating, in a way. No more cat and mouse- he now knows clearly.

2- You were now realizing another part you hadn't even considered before- did he even like you back? Was this going to make things awkward between the two of you? Hell, would he start to mock you?