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switchbladedreamz · 2 years

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A Dutton In Love

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Summary: Rip has been meaner than usual lately. Rip Wheeler x fem!reader fluff

Warnings: mentioned female masturbation, cursing, that's it.

"C'mon Beast" I say as I lead my horse out of the stable. His black coat shining in the Montana sun, a cool breeze ever present. Standing in the left stirrup I mount my horse. "Where you headed today little lady?" Lloyd asks, resting against the gate. "Lloyd I ain't no lady, and I'm taking Beast to a trip into town, he could use the long walk.". I pat the left side of his neck, Lloyd looks up at me. "Alrighty. Well Rip wanted me to let you know that you'll be accompanying him and Kayce to the cattle auction tonight.". "Well Lloyd, congrats on the new job. I didnt know you were a messenger now. Please be so kind and tell them I'll be back before we leave.". He chuckles and walks away, shaking his head.

Its dusk as we arrive back at the Yellowstone. Beast is back in the stable, happily munching carrots that Tate is feeding him. "How was your trip to town Aunt (Y/n)?" Tate asks, giggling as Beast nibbles his palm. "Well lil buck, I gotcha somethin.". I pull out a pair of brand new leather gloves, embroidered with his initials. "Since I know you lost yours in the crik last week. Look, T.D. Now dont go losin em now, those cost me a pretty penny." He hugs me tight. "Thank you, I promise I won't lose them. I love you.". I'm takin aback but chuckle. "I love you too little buck". He runs off shouting for his dad, who turns the corner and they collide. "Woah hey, where's the fire son?" He proudly shoves the yellow gloves in his dad's face. "Look what Aunt (Y/n) got me! And they're emboideld!" "I think you mean embroidered son. Those are awesome." Kayce looks at me, a big smile one his face. Happy that at least one sibling of his loves his soon they should. "Thank you (n/n)" he mouths I tip my cowboy hat to him. "I'ma go shower 'fore we leave Kace." He just nods and leads Tate to the lodge.

The cold water hits my back, almost done finishing my shower. Being a hand on a ranch makes you sweat and heat up no matter how cold Montana can get. "(Y/n) you in here?". I hear a voice call out. Poking my head out, I see Rip standing in front of the sinks. "You almost done?" He huffs out, visibly annoyed. I ignore him and turn the water off. I open the curtain, letting him see me naked. The water droplets rolling down my body. Rip just clicks his tongue then leaves as I'm wrapping my towel around me.

Kayce is driving, Rip is in the passenger seat, and I'm in the back. Whispering to the songs on the radio. "Can you shut the fuck up?" Rip snaps at me unexpectedly. "Excuse me? No offense Mr. Wheeler, but if you're so god damn annoyed by me, why did YOU hire me? You need to pull that wild hair out your ass and talk to me like a god damn adult and not just be a dick to me. Cause I sure as hell dont know what I've done to piss you off." He just scoffs and looks out the window the rest of the trip. Kayce shoots me a bewildered look through the rearview mirror, I shrug in return. The air and the people in the truck are tense the rest of the way. And even after we get back to the ranch.

A few days have passed, Lloyd keeps trying to get me to talk to Rip. Apparently since my "blow up", he's been choppin at his bit and gettin on everyone's ass for little things. "And I mean shit, he looked damn near ready to punch Jimmy after he dropped the bottle of wound dust.". Ryan just looks at me. "What did you say?". Teeter repeats it all back to him slowly and sarcastically. "Nobody hear can understand yall. You're southerners, we're not." Ryan replies emphatically. "She's saying that I've been a dick to everyone and I'm sorry" Rip says from the doorway, startling us who had out backs to him. "Can I speak to (Y/n) alone?" People started to get out of their chairs, grumbling. Instead I stood up and headed out the front door of the bunkhouse. Rip catches up with me quickly, damn his long legs. "C'mon. We're going to my room to speak.".

"Sit. Explain." I tell him and point to the bed. I start undressing and changing into sleep clothes. "First of all, I'm sorry." He trails off, but I dont want him to have time to think of an excuse. "Sorry about?". I egg on. "I'm sorry for being a massive jerk. I saw something I shouldn't have and its been bothering me.". I sit next to him, big baggy shirt and short shorts. "Saw somethin you shouldn't've? Rip, you're one guy I know that's seen everythin. To say you've seen somethin you shouldn't've scares me I'm gonna be honest.". He just chuckles, he takes his cowboy hat and jacket off, setting them on an adjacent rocking chair. He sits facing me. "Look. What I'm about to tell you is serious, and I hope you don't look at me differently. It was an accident, I promise." "Just spit it out Rip, you're legit scarin me right now.". I laugh nervously. "2 weeks ago I was coming up the stairs, it was late but John needed to talk to Kayce and I. Well...as I'm passing your room, I decided to check up on you. See if you were doin alright. And well what I saw was...you...naked, with a vibrator and well...you- you uh..were saying my name. A lot-" "okay! I get it." I interrupted. A couple beats of silence passed. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him what I've been wanting to since I watched him leave my doorway two weeks ago. "I know. I saw you leave. I was hoping you didnt see anything. Kinda...ruined my orgasm" I huffed out awkwardly but he just laughed. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked, hiding my stupidly red face. I felt his hand grasp my chin lightly. "Look at me darlin'. You are the most beautiful creature on this god forsaken earth I have ever seen. Clothes on or not." His smile spread ear to ear. It was beautiful. Watching this man who's life hasn't spared mercy to was like watching the sunset from the biggest mountain on the ranch. Breathtaking. We leaned in for a kiss but someone clearing their throat stopped us. "Uuuugh, WHAT?-- Oh. Hi dad." I get up to go talk to him. "Hey baby girl, how'd the auction go today?" "It was good, uhm. We're talking about something important, can what you have to talk about wait till tomorrow?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes it could wait and take my time and run away into the sunset with the man I've loved since I first set eyes on him. "I've gotta talk to Rip, honey. But I'll return him as soon as we're done." Dad smiles at me but eyes say that he's sorry. "Okay, that's alright.". Rip kisses my head as he walks past me. "I'll be back for my things darlin, don't you worry.".

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silver-hwaberry · 2 years

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FIVE: taste like strawberries

Warnings: suggestive, very brief dry humping, a little over the clothes touching, brief mention of mental health (no details)

word count: 6.2K

Waking up to my first morning in the apartment was strange. For starters, I wasn’t used to a large bed. My old bed was a mattress on the floor that I would fold up during the day. The large window was on the other side of the room than my old one and the sunlight was coming through it too. It was actually nice to wake up to the early morning sun shining through the net curtain. And somehow during the night, I had lost both my pillows to the floor. Only my cuddle plushie was still on the bed.

I put on my glasses so I can see where I am going as I do that morning zombie shuffle into the bathroom. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before going back into my room and pulling some clothes out of my suitcase.

My usual morning routine is going for a run. I just put my headphones on and block out the world for a little. I had struggled for a couple of years with my mental health and with the help of my uncle who runs a fitness centre; I found exercise helped me. It was now something I did most weekday mornings.

I throw on a beanie hat to cover my wild hair before leaving my bedroom. I jump slightly as I walk into the lounge to see Yeosang there. It is 5.45am; I wasn’t expecting anyone to be up yet.

“Morning Luna.” he smiles at me

“Morning.” I reply gruffly, my voice still is ‘morning voice’ mode so I clear my throat to sound less manly.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, standing up from the sofa

“I did. The bed was really comfortable.” I answer.

“We are going to get you some new furniture for your room next week.” He says.

“Oh, I don’t need anything new.” I say.

“You do. Everything in there is old. Plus, you need to make the room your own. It is your own space in the apartment so it should be somewhere you love.” he says.

I already know it will be useless to fight them on these types of things. 8 against 1 is not a fair fight, anyway.

“Do you want a coffee?” he asks, moving into the kitchen as I follow him

“No, I dont normally drink coffee, unless I have barely slept and need it. I was actually planning to go for a run around the block a few times the now.” I say. “Would it be ok if I took a bottle of water from the fridge?”

“Of course you can. If it doesn’t have a name on it, it is up for grabs.” he laughs, getting a bottle for me.

“Ah, I guess that makes sense with so many of you living here.” I laugh too. “I’ll make sure not to steal anyone’s food then.”

“I don’t think you will need to worry about that. None of us would mind if it was you.” he smiles at me.

He reaches out to me, holding the bottle of water and as I take it, my fingers brush against his, causing us both to smile shyly at one another.

“Do you need the code for the door?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck briefly

“Oh yeah, I will do. I never thought of it.” I say.

Just as well he was here, or I would have been locked out of the building.

“Let me see your phone. I’ll put the codes into your notes for you.” he says.

I pull it from my hoodie pocket, unlocking it and passing it over. I see him type stuff in before handing it back to me.

“I have put the main door code and the apartment code in a note file. I have also put my number into your contacts too.” he says.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile at him.

“There is a park across from the building. It has a trail around that a lot of joggers use. There is also a gym on the 2nd floor of the building that is free for residents to use. So if you ever want to use that too, you can.” he tells me. “It is good, a lot of high-tech equipment and even the basics. We all use the gym, some more than other, so if you need any help just ask one of us.”

That is really good to know, and handy too as I hate running in the rain. I used to go to the small gym a block away on the rainy days for the treadmill but having a gym in the same building will be so handy.

“I dont know if you drink them but there are protein powders in this cupboard too. They are free to use by anyone. The only rule we have with that is whoever is the person to use the last scoop buys a new container.” He continues, opening one of the kitchen cupboards to show me. “That rule won’t apply to you. If you use the last scoop, just tell me and I’ll pin it on Wooyoung.” He adds, causing me to laugh.

He seems amused that he has made me laugh, then quickly goes shy again.

“We have manual shakers here, or if you prefer a blender, it is in the corner.” He adds, pointing to it.

“Thanks for letting me know some rules. I’ll need to find out the other rules too soon.” I say, “Anyway, I better go for my run now or I won’t have time for breakfast.”

“Enjoy your run and if you get lost or need anything, just call me.” He says giving me an awkward side hug, which ended up being a shoulder bump instead, but I appreciate it the sentiment.

Yeosang was right. The trail around the park was good for running. It was quiet, apart from the odd dog walker. After a few laps, I head back to the apartment to get a shower, then something to eat. I enter the apartment door code and walk in, sliding my sneakers off. I feel really energised for the day ahead. I pull my headphones off and walk into the kitchen to put my water bottle in the bin. Seonghwa is sitting at the dining table eating some food while Mingi is making himself a protein shake. They both greet me.

“Yeosang said you were out for a run.” Mingi says as Seonghwa comes over, “How was it?”

“It was so good. That park across the road is perfect. It was quiet too, only a couple of dog walkers.” I answer, opening the recycling bin.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Seonghwa asks.

“I usually just have some toast and jam with a cup of tea.” I say, looking around, not really sure what to do.

“I’ll make it for you.” Seonghwa smiles. “What flavour tea do you want?”

“Flavour? Oh no, I mean British tea.” I laugh. “My mom always sends me tea bags every month. I’ll go get them.”

As I walk over to my bedroom, Wooyoung is lying on the sofa, one arm draped over his eyes. His breathing is steady. I figure he has fallen asleep, so I walk as quietly as I can so as not to disturb him. Once I get the tea bags from one of my suitcases and my special mug, I go back to the kitchen. Mingi is on the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sipping on his shake.

Seonghwa is making my toast. The kettle is boiling and I can see there are a range of jam jars on the counter now, all different flavours. I make my tea when I feel a pair of arms surround me from behind.

“Are you ok with this?” Seonghwa asks

“Of course, but I haven’t showered yet, so I am all sweaty from my run.” I warn him.

“I don’t care.” he mumbles, his nose burying into my neck as my hands automatically resting on top of his. “I like your mug.” he comments

“Thanks, I love it. My sisters bought it for me one time they visited. They knew how much I love the Tangled movie.” I reply, smiling down at the mug.

“That is really sweet.” he chuckles. “How was your first night?”

“I slept well.” I answer, as he gently turns me to face him.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. You look really cute with them on.” He smiles down at me, his fingers delicately pushing them up my nose.

“You will see me wearing them a lot. I always wear them when I am home. As soon as I finish work, the contact lenses come out.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks

“Are you going to ask me every time?” I ask back, grinning at him, moving my hands to his shoulders.

“I won’t assume I can just kiss you whenever I feel like it.” he replies

“You can. I won’t ever stop you.” I say, “Unless you annoy me, but even then I will probably let you do it because you are far too cute when you look at me.” I add, giggling.

There is that silly giggle again! What is wrong with me?! I am never this sickly sweet either.

“I will make sure to never annoy you then.” he says before leaning down and capturing my lips

Just like last night, it feels comfortable and natural, but it is also soft and it feels like something we have been doing for years, which I will admit freaks me out slightly. He pulls away from my lips but he keeps me close, in his arms still.

“I checked my schedule this morning and I have tomorrow night free. Would you go on a date with me?” he whispers against my lips, his nose nuzzling against mine.

“Yes, please.” I reply, nodding slightly.

“My girlfriend is so cute.” he chuckles, kissing me again

We are so lost in a little bubble of soft kisses that we don’t even notice Yunho has come into the kitchen until I hear the fridge door opening beside us, causing me to pull away from Seonghwa.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you two.” Yunho says, “Just getting myself a drink.”

He quickly grabs a juice from the fridge before walking back out of the kitchen. Seonghwa still has me in his arms and I can feel my face burning. He chuckles lightly, commenting how cute I look when flustered as I hide my face in his chest.

“It isn’t funny!” I pout. “How is this going to work?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling back a bit more so he could look at me, but I am still secure in his arms

“Isn’t it going to be weird for you guys if you walk into a room and find me kissing with someone else?” I ask, feeling my face get hotter. “For example, what if, after last night, you were to walk in here this morning and see me kissing with Yunho? You just called me your girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” he replies, shrugging his shoulders as I raise an eyebrow at him, “Not to say that I don’t care about you, because I do. We all do. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind it. We all knew what we were agreeing to with one another before Joong and I even spoke to you. We had many conversations about it.”

“Really?” I ask, my hands playing with the fabric of his fluffy pyjamas

“Yes. We had to get it right between the 8 of us first. There would be no jealousy, no time sharing either, such as having certain days unless they are planned, that it was down to you who you spend time with and when, and definitely no bragging.” He answers.

“And what about when we have sex? Would you still be ok if I were to be kissing someone else the morning afterwards?” I question. “I just don’t want things to get messy, or to ruin anything between you guys.”

“You won’t. We are 100% on this, if we weren’t we wouldn’t be doing it. Please don’t worry about this.” he says.

I know I am overthinking things, so I decide to listen to him, and not worry, especially about things that haven’t happened yet. Seonghwa gives me another kiss before asking me which jam I want on my toast. It is always strawberry for me, something that makes Seonghwa smile when I tell him.

After he makes the toast, he gives me another kiss and goes to get ready for the day as I sit down at the dining table to eat. The apartment is quiet despite 8 men living in it. I can hear the low sounds of the TV from the lounge and some movements from upstairs.

When I am finish my breakfast, I wash my dishes then head back to the lounge. Wooyoung is now awake but still lying down watching tv.

“My lovely Luna.” He smiles lazily at me, sitting up.

“My whiny Wooyoung.” I smile back at him as he playfully scowls at me.

“I am not whiny.” He pouts, grabbing my hand as I walk past and pulling me down onto the sofa.

“You just whined right there.” I laugh.

“You need to give me a cuddle to make me feel better now.” He says.

I playfully roll my eyes before jumping on him and put all my weight on top of him as he laughs. We fall back onto the sofa with me lying on top of him, completely dead weight.

“If you think this is a punishment, my dear, you are sadly mistaken. This is heaven to me!” He replies, making me laugh more as he tickles me. “Oh, are you ticklish?” he adds as I try to squirm away from him.

“Wooyoung, I am warning you now. Do not tickle me as I kick and punch!” I say, “Usually in the balls.” I add, making him let go of me.

He sits up, his arms keeping hold of me, so I am now straddling his lap. It doesn’t feel awkward, so I don’t move away.

“Ok, but give me a kiss on the cheek.” He says, turning his head and poking his cheek.

I lean forward and just as I am about to kiss it, he quickly turns his head, so I peck his lips instead, causing him to laugh.

“You are mean!” I gasp, pushing him playfully.

“Either way, I got a kiss.” He laughs.

“Just so you know I am writing your lesson plan for tomorrow, I might give you extra homework just for that!” I say, my arms snaking around his shoulders.

“Oh, will you keep me after class if I don’t do it? Spank me, teacher?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows and his hands holding my waist.

“You are going to be trouble Mr!!” I laugh

I love it really. The banter we have with one another already. It feels nice. I know he is only teasing, but I also know there is also a small part of him being serious, too. Being near him once again was making my tummy flip. Especially as he is giving me that eye contact again and his hands move from my waist to my lower back.

“I need to go for a shower.” I gulp.

He nods, but his eyes are staring at my lips and I can’t resist him any longer, so I lean forward to kiss him. He kisses me back and his hands pull my body closer to his. His tongue slips into my mouth, causing my arms to tighten around his shoulders.

“That was unexpected.” he says when we finally pull away to catch our breaths.

“Sorry.” I say.

“Never say sorry for kissing me. You can kiss me as much as you want. I just didn’t think you would be the one to make the first move.” He chuckles, “I am glad, though, because to be honest, I was scared shitless to kiss you.” He adds.

“Why?” I ask

“I was worried you would reject me.” he answers, his eyes lowering

“I never would.” I say, placing a hand on his cheek.

Wooyoung looks back up at me, and he looks so shy. It is the polar opposite to the Wooyoung I know. It makes me realise there is more to him than the loud, confident, and mischievous man everyone else sees. I smile as he leans forward.

“You taste like strawberries.” he smiles just before his lips connect with mine

This kiss is more assertive from him. His hands move down to my ass and he gives it a squeeze, causing me to giggle into the kiss.

If it hadn’t been for the lift doors opening last night, I definitely would have kissed him then, so it was inevitable it was going to happen soon. I am not a person who holds back either. If I am sure of the situation, I will go for it.

“I really do need to go for a shower now.” I mumble against his lips, not wanting to leave his embrace but knowing I have to.

“On you go then.” he says, one of his hands friskily hitting my ass. “I am definitely going to be needing to take a cold shower.”

And there is cheeky Wooyoung again. As I go to move off him, he helps me up by holding onto my hips. I notice him awkwardly reposition himself on the sofa, and that is when I noticed the tent in his shorts. It is a bit of an ego boost knowing that a kiss causes this type of reaction in him. Same with Seonghwa last night.

I go into my room and have my shower. Afterwards I blow dry my hair, put it in a half up half down style. My hair is naturally curly, but I use my curling iron on the part hanging down to make the curls more defined and less chaotic looking. I get dressed and head back into the living room to see most of the guys are sitting on the sofa.

“The cars should be here soon.” Yunho says to me.

“Cool, is it ok if I sit out here?” I ask.

“Of course. This is your home, too. You don’t need to stay in your room.” he replies.

“Thanks.” I smile as I sit down.

“Any plans for tonight Luna?” Mingi asks

“I am meeting up with some friends after work.” I answer. “Unless I need to be here, that is.”

“No, go out with your friends. Have some fun.” Seonghwa says.

“What are you doing?” Jongho asks.

“We are going to a PC cafe for some food and gaming, then probably karaoke rooms afterwards.” I say.

“You play games?” Yunho asks.

“I do, spent most of my free time in the cafes when I was in college.” I laugh. “Still do, to be honest.”

This seems to excite them as they question me about what games I play. I know the guys are big into their gaming, so I feel it is something we have in common.

When it is time to leave, I am in the car with Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho and Yeosang. Hongjoong immediately pull out his laptop and put his headphones in when he sat down. Seonghwa was sitting beside him and I was in the back, between Yeosang and Jongho. Yeosang immediately fell asleep when the vehicle started moving.

“Are you coming to watch us during dance rehearsal after lunch?” Jongho asks me.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you all or get you into trouble.” I reply.

“You won’t. It would be nice if you were there too.” he smiles at me.

“Then I will be there.” I reply.

“I like your outfit today. It is more you.” he comments. “Not that what you wore before to work wasn’t nice. I just think you look good in these types of clothes. You know, casual clothes. Not that I’ve been staring at you.” He stutters

“Jongho it is fine. I think know what you are trying to say.” I say to him.

His face has gone a shade of pink, but he lets out a little sigh of relief, too. I have not seen him flustered before. It is kind of cute. Today I had dressed more casually. After seeing other staff members’ daily outfits, it was relaxed and casual. I hated wearing the dress trousers and shirts, anyway, but I was used to wearing them when I worked in the hotel. So today I was wearing baggy jeans, a cream t-shirt, the front tucked into my jeans and an oversized cardigan. Honestly, I feel so much more relaxed wearing this, too.

“You look beautiful, is what I was trying to say.” He says quietly.

“Thank you.” I say back, feeling my cheeks heat at his compliment.

Jongho and I have spoken the least, and always during group conversations, so it is nice to speak to him 1-1 like this. We continue to chat away to one another for the entire journey to the office, and when we arrive; the guys go straight to the studio. I usually work in one of the conference rooms, so I make my way there.

“Luna!” I hear from behind me

I turn around to see Hongjoong jogging down the corridor towards me.

“Everything ok?” I ask as he stops in front of me

“Yeah, I meant to tell you before we left the apartment, we have an office for you now.” he says, “It is beside my studio.”

I follow him towards the studio, which is on another floor.

“I am sorry I haven’t spoken to you properly yet.” he says as we wait for the lift

“It is ok. I know how busy you are.” I reply.

“That’s no excuse, though.” He says as we get into the empty lift. “Yeosang was saying you were up early to go for a run this morning. Is that a regular thing?” he asks.

“Yeah. Most weekdays I will go for a run. Weekends I don’t, unless I feel the need to. It is something that helps me.” I answer as he nods his head, keeping eye contact with me. “I had a rough couple of years a while ago. My Uncle Jihoon helped me through it. He got me into therapy and took care of me. Encouraged me to exercise when I felt better.” I add.

“I am sorry you had to go through a struggle. Are you doing ok now?” He asks as we step into the empty lift.

“I am. I have days where I am a bit withdrawn but nothing to what I was like before.” I say, nervously rubbing my arm through my cardigan sleeve.

“Do you find the exercise helps?” He asks.

“Definitely. I just put my headphones on, block out the outside world and focus on myself.” I answer, “Before I hated exercising but I find it therapeutic now.”

“I didn’t like to exercise either. But last couple of years I have been, as have the others. It is definitely good for mental health.” He comments, “I am glad you overcame your struggles Luna. If you ever need to talk about anything or need any help, I am here, as are the others.” He smiles at me.

The doors open and we go down the corridor towards Hongjoongs studio. He unlocks the door to the room beside it and we go in. It is a small space, but it’s nice. It has a desk in the far corner from the door; it has a computer on it. It is perfect for work.

“You can decorate it however you want. The company will cover the cost of any furniture or equipment you need. The computer is brand new, there is a new iPad too, and the company has ordered a new laptop for you as well. It should be here by the afternoon.” He says as I look around. “You can give your lessons in here or any other room. It is up to you.”

“Thank you Hongjoong. Honestly, it is far too much, but I appreciate it all.” I reply.

“You are welcome. I am glad you are here, with us.” he smiles at me. “I should get going before Eden scolds me for being late. See you at dance rehearsal later on.” He adds before leaving.

I guess Jongho told Hongjoong I had agreed to go watch the dance rehearsal. I sit down at the desk and boot up the computer and putting my laptop beside it. I am excited about getting started properly. I work with a smile on my face.

Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. It makes me jump slightly as I wasn’t expecting it. I rush over to open the door and see Seonghwa. Shit, is it that time already? I think looking at the clock to see it was, in fact, right. I had got lost in my work, time went so fast.

“Hello teacher.” he grins, bowing to me.

“Oh, stop it!” I laugh, moving to let him in. “Are you ready to get started?”

“Very ready Miss Lee.” he replies

“Seonghwa!” I say as we both laugh

We sit down and begin the lesson. I had been really nervous for my first proper day of teaching; I don’t know why because it was easier than I had imagined it to be. Seonghwa was very focused on the work. He was eager to learn and enthusiastic, too. It made the lesson easy.

“You are a good teacher.” Seonghwa smiles. “No joking intended. I mean it.”

“Well, you are a good student.” I reply, putting the textbooks and my notebook away.

“So it is lunchtime now. You know what that means?” he says, coming closer to me. “No work, just play.”

He pulls me towards him and kisses me passionately. I return the kiss just the same. It is incredibly hot as he backs me into the wall. For the first time, Seonghwa feels me up and I don’t stop him. His hands are under my t-shirt. One hand grasping the skin on my lower back, the other moving up towards my breast. He cups one over the bra and his thumb rubs my nipple through the material, causing a small moan to escape me.

I can feel him smile into the kiss as my own hands feel under his top. He presses his body into mine so I am sandwiched between the wall and him. His hips subtly grinding into me, effectively dry humping me. I can feel his bulge rub against me and it feels good, but then I remember what he said last night about wanting to do things properly. Reluctantly, I pull away from his lips.

“You are so fucking hot.” he says lowly, placing kisses down my neck. “My beautiful girlfriend.” he adds in a whisper, his lips against my skin.

The flutters I was feeling in my stomach at his ministrations and kisses instantly disappear when he says the word ‘girlfriend’, replaced with guilt. I think he knows because he pulls away to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly

“I kissed Wooyoung this morning.” I say, looking down at the floor through the little gap between us.

This was the moment of truth. I would find out if this could work. Seonghwa is my boyfriend now, and I kissed someone else. In a normal situation, I would class this as cheating, but this is not a normal situation. So I don’t really know how to feel about it. All I know is I enjoyed it and that makes me feel guilty.

“And how does that make you feel?” he asks, cupping my cheek

“Like a cheat.” I reply in a low voice.

“Darling, look at me.” he says, gently lifting my head. “It isn’t cheating. And I don’t want you feeling this way. Was kissing Wooyoung nice?” he says as I close my eyes, “I am not prying and you don’t need to answer me either.”

It was. Kissing Wooyoung was nice, and it felt easy too, but so does kissing Seonghwa. My head feels so confused by this because part of it is telling me how nice and natural it feels, while the other part is screaming at me that this is cheating. I nod my head in answer to his question and feel the pit of my stomach burn.

“I am so sorry!” I say quickly.

“I don’t want to hear any sorry’s. I am glad it was nice. All we want is for you to be happy.” he says.

“I don’t want you guys thinking that I am easy or a slut.” I say.

“Hey, you are neither of those, and we know that.” He says, looking into my eyes. “We understand this is not a normal situation and we will go at whatever pace you set. Just because you have kissed some of us doesn’t mean others will expect the same or the ones who have will expect more from you. This is all at your pace. Remember that, my darling.” he says, kissing my forehead.

I can’t help but to smile up at him. He always knows the right words to say. His forehead leans against mine as we smile at one another.

“Thank you, Seonghwa.” I say, tilting my head to kiss him.

It isn’t a passionate kiss like before; it is sweet and reassuring. That was until my stomach growls and ruins the moment, causing us both to laugh.

“Come on, let’s get that tummy fed, so it stops shouting.” He chuckles.

Seonghwa gives me a final kiss before letting go of me and we leave my office, keeping a respectable distance apart so we look like 2 coworkers and not 2 people who were feeling each other up minutes before.

We go down to one of the conference rooms and I see a ton of food placed on the large table in the centre of the room. The other members are already there except for Hongjoong. They are opening the containers and sorting drinks out. Seonghwa closes the door behind me and his hand immediately goes to my lower back, guiding me to a seat. I am sitting between Mingi and San.

“We told the company about your seafood allergy, so they ordered lunch from somewhere that doesn’t have any seafood products.” Mingi says.

“We weren’t too sure on what foods you can have and what foods you even like, so we ordered a selection.” San adds.

“In Korea I am rather limited to what I can eat when I go out because a lot of Korean dishes have fish ingredients in them. I love fried chicken. It is usually the safest bet when I go to restaurants or takeaways. Western foods like burgers and pizzas, too.” I answer him.

“Well, we got a lot of chicken here.” Wooyoung smiles at me, passing it over.

Everyone tucks into the food. I pick up my chopsticks and have some chicken. It tastes delicious. My eyes connect with Yeosangs who is making the same face as me as he eats the chicken too. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and makes the chef’s kiss sign, causing me to laugh lightly.

“Where is Hongjoong?” I ask, feeling guilty about eating without him.

“In his studio. He won’t come out until it’s time for the rehearsal.” Yunho replies.

“Should we take him some food?” I ask.

“Nope, we value our lives too much.” San says, making everyone laugh, as I don’t understand.

“Hongjoong scolds anyone who interrupts his studio time.” Mingi says when he sees my confused face.

“Aaaah right. Well, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a Hongjoong scolding either. I can imagine he is scary when angry.” I laugh.

“I doubt he would scold you if you took him food.” Yeosang comments.

“I wouldn’t risk it. Like you all, I value my life.” I say as the others laugh.

We spend the rest of lunch eating and talking. When we finish, the guys complain they’ve eaten too much.

“My stomach hurts!” Wooyoung whines, rubbing it

“We have 2 hours of dance rehearsal to do as well.” San joins in. “Look at my stomach!” He says, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal a bump.

“Aw a little food baby!” I chuckle

“A what?” Mingi asks

“Oh, something my mom always said. When our stomachs go round from too much food, she calls it a ‘food baby’. It is something that unfortunately I now say too, clearly without realising it.” I reply, feeling a blush in my cheeks at them all looking at me. “Sorry.”

“No, I like it.” San chuckles. “My food baby.” He adds in a cute voice, rubbing it like a pregnant woman making me laugh.

“We all have food babies then.” Yeosang adds.

After we let our food settle for a bit, we tidy up the containers and rubbish. I help despite their protests to sit down; I ignore them. When the room is tidy, we make our way to the dance studio. On the way, Yunho tells me they are preparing for their next comeback so would go over the choreography for the new song.

“I wish I could dance. Unfortunately, I inherited my dad’s 2 left feet, his ‘dad dance’ moves plus his clumsiness.” I say.

“I am sure with practice I could get you dancing minus the dad moves.” He says, “If you want to learn, that is.”

“I do, but you will have your work cut out with me. I have terrible coordination.” I laugh. “Are you sure you want to put yourself through that?”

“I taught San when he joined the company so I am sure I can teach you.” he smiles at me. “You can’t be any worse than he was.”

“I heard that!” San says from behind us

“Yunho is only stating facts.” Yeosang adds as we all laugh.

“He is right.” San playfully sighs. “I was horrific at dancing before we trained in America.”

Hongjoong is already in the dance studio as we walk in. I haven’t seen in here yet; I am surprised to find it more spacious than it looks on their YouTube videos.

“You can sit over here.” Yunho says taking me over to a small sofa at the side.

“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” I ask him. “I don’t want to get you guys in trouble with me being here.”

“Of course not. We want you here with us but only if you want to.” he says. “You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to. If you would rather do something else, that is ok.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to be here! I enjoy spending time with all of you.” I smile. “I love watching you guys perform. You were all mind-blowing in concert.”

“You came to see us in concert?” he asks, smiling down at me

I actually hadn’t meant to tell him that. It just popped out. Something that often happens when I get excited or nervous. I talk without thinking. I didn’t want them to think I was some crazy fan.

“Erm, yeah. My friend and I went to 2 of the Seoul concerts earlier this year.” I reply. “I bought tickets for day 1 for her birthday as it was the same day and she bought tickets for day 2. Neither of us knowing the other was buying tickets. It was just as well we got different dates.”

“Wow, I hope we were worth 2 nights of your time.” he chuckles.

I notice the tips of his ears are turning red and he is avoiding my gaze. Without thinking, I reach my hand out to his own and hold it softly. His eyes connect with mine and I feel his fingers intertwine.

“Yous definitely were.” I answer, smiling at him.

And they were. Best 2 nights of my life, to be honest. I had been a fan of their music before, but seeing them perform live was just incredible. Their talent for singing, dancing and performing was clear to see. I was excited to see their new dance and to hear the song. We spend a few minutes just smiling at one another, enjoying this little moment between just the two of us.

“Yunho!” we hear Hongjoong shout from the other side of the room.

“I better go over.” he says softly

He gives my hand a little squeeze before letting go and going over to the others. I sit down on the sofa and pull my legs up to sit cross-legged so I can watch them. My first day of proper teaching and being with them has gone as well as I could have hoped for, and as crazy as it may seem, it makes me feel optimistic that this could work.

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Song recommendation: 'strawberries and cigarettes' by troye sivan

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Taglist: @kiwibaekie @fudgeflyssworld

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez ot8 #ateez ot8 x fem!oc #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez romance #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #utopia #utopia ateez fic

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magioffire · 1 year

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♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

salty mun questions ; accepting

oh boy LOL i have sadly had quite a few very mild to medium level of annoying stuff happen over my many many years of rping on this site. feel like i gotta cover one of the big annoying experiences!! if we are going with highest amount of annoyance caused....i would have to say it was my experience with an rp partner that was a liiiiittle bit obsessed with me, or perhaps more accurately, obsessed with vali. its a little bit of a wild ride so BUCKLE UP:

at first it started off as a completely normal rp partnership -- in fact, the two of us hit it off quite well and immediately started rping regularly. i enjoyed myself for a while, oblivious to what was gonna unfold. things happened in my life and i slowed down on my activity on this site. i was very open to them about what was going on and explained i just would not be able to be as active or engaged. but they just did. not. let. up. at first it started slow, and i wasnt bothered at all to get regular asks and lots of messages, i love that!i really do! but this...this was another ball game...

but it began to get to a point where the asks got more frequent, and then more insistent, and they and their characters got increasingly more desperate in an attempt to keep my and vali's attention i think??? and they started to get...vaguely passive aggressive about me being slow with responses and i could tell sometmes they were jealous when i replied to/was more invested in other threads.

i liked our characters dynamic and i liked rping with them, but the weirder it got ooc, the less my muse was invested in their characters, the less i was invested in a ship dynamic, because it felt very forced. and i also felt like they were kinda obsessed with the idea of shipping their characters with vali, and yet after a while after agreeing to ship ...only wanting very surface level interactions where vali spent most of his time protecting and defending their character. and like im sorry, but if your character has literally no spine then vali is gonna steam roll right over them and leave them in the dust just because hes such an intense character. he needs someone just as willful as him to play off of effectively. i didnt realize that yet at the time and thought it was the growing pains a new underdeveloped ship, and that it would change. it didnt.

just kept getting A LOT of borderline obsessive behavior towards me and my muse. they also would very transparently take ideas i had and try to apply them to their own characters. and like, i wasnt mad about that, i dont actually own the basic concepts themselves, but the ripping off of headcanon ideas, and posting similar headcanons right after me, got so prevalent that others started to notice and mention it. i really disliked that because i dont like people fighting my battles for me but. sigh another cherry on the annoying pie i guess.....

told them multiple times that they need to slow their roll and be patient. then it got even weirder. i eventually started branching back out and finding new rp partners, as well a rekindling old rp partnerships after being very low activity for so long. and i hit it off quite well with some new rp partners i still interact with to this day, started some ships. and well...that's when it ...well, they acted very strange and jealously, like they were following me around to whoever i was interacting. which usually isnt an issue, i WANT my rp partners to meet eachother and interact. but i very quickly got the feeling based on their behavior, they werent following my rp partners cuz they actually wanted to rp with them, but because they wanted to keep 'tabs' on what i was doing with my rp partner. i know now they were likely very jealous about the sort of romantic chemistry my rp partners and i were creating between our muses.

and then i started getting anons that were very obviously written by them complaining about how they tried to become friends with my rp partners, but got rejected blah blah blah. and that. that kinda was the last straw. i dont play games like that. you can pull ALL that shit on me and i'll give you second, third, fourth chances if i think youre worth it, but the minute you start dragging my friends in and putting strain on my other friendships.....NAH!!!

i told them off again, told them exactly how i felt, how i knew it was them sending the anons to me, and that they needed to stop. and then gave us some space, cuz i knew we needed to cool off and have time away from eachother. one day i woke up to find that they had deleted me off discord, and then tried to re-add me, likely as a ploy to get my attention. took my chance, said im done interacting with you, and ran like the wind!!!!! freedom!!!!!! maybe not the most tactful way i could have dealt with it...but i tolerated their shit for so long and i was just. tired and wanted out of this weird dynamic i had going on with this person before it went from 'annoying' to 'creepy' to straight up toxic.

moral of the story: sometimes people are so annoying they veer way outside the lines of 'annoying' and go straight into 'creepy'. i should have known that this just wasnt a healthy rp relationship when the first red flags showed up but alas….i try to see the good worthwhile side of everyone i interact with.... until they utterly prove me wrong. but their immature way of dealing with things was really driving me up a goddamn wall more than anything. i dont regretting getting the fuck out of dodge lol

#ooc.#ask.#thr27percent #real ones know #under a read more cuz its kinda long #this happened a long time ago now but lord. the annoyance is still so FRESH in my damn mind....#at least now i know what red flags to look out for to avoid clingy immature rp partners in the future

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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request for ceoverse! pls make where the wifey visits him at work ((wherein the employees still dont know how she looks like)) and his secretary kinda looks down at her like “who r u, do u even have an appointment lol” ... i want angry ceo!harry and shook employees PLEASE +++ hes all soft w her in front of them and they are all like HUH 🤨

TEMP OPENING (mini blurb)

Reminder: Harry is not nice! He’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

Y/N was a bit frazzled. She was suppose to drop off important documents, that her husband had forgotten at home, to Harry’s office an hour and a half ago.

Ivy decided that it’d be best to throw a temper tantrum because she didn’t want to stop playing with her toy kitchen set.

After a half hour of wriggly, angry toddler chaos - Ivy was strapped into her car seat with a furious expression.

Especially because YN didn’t let her bring a toy along because of her behavior. It was her attempting to kick the back of the leather seat until YN firmly asked her to stop.

When she wouldn’t, YN pulled out her last resort card. She didn’t use it much because she didn’t want it to lose luster.

“Did I need to tell Daddy how you’re treating mummy?” YN looks in the rearview mirror at her red-faced daughter.

Ivy looked comical. She’d refused to let her mother comb her wild curls or change her white shirt that was covered in berry stains.

“No!” She shrieks but stops kicking and huffs as she looks out the window to the passing scenery.

The temper of her father, YN swears.

She manages to scurry through the building without many glances. A few people know who she is but not any of the lower level employees.

They don’t recognize Ivy either because she is rarely in the building and if she happens to be they keep her on the secluded top floor where his office is.

YN is rushing, feeing awful about not getting the papers to him sooner. She doesn’t look much better than her baby.

Hair is a messy bun atop her head, a ripped up vintage shirt, and grey biker shorts that have similar berry stains to her daughters.

She is basically dragging her toddler along as she isn’t very willing to use her feet at this very moment. Stopping and staring at everything then grumbling when her mum pulls her away.

Finally she arrives at the office that houses his secretary before the massive doors that lead into his office.

When she pushes through, there are two men sitting on the sofa with briefcases in their laps - obviously waiting for a meeting.

The women behind the desk isn’t the usual grey haired grandmother-like women that she and Ivy love.

Harry’s normal secretary was on a week vacation and there was a younger, raven-haired girl sitting in her usual position.

She looks YN up and down with judgemental eyes before she smirks and says, “Mr. Styles isn’t hiring for the cleaning crew right now.”

It takes moment of confusion to realize that the girl is implying that how she looks - unprofessional and a hot mess means she’s less than.

Even though any job is a good job.

YN is about to comment on how rude the comment is but Ivy bolts to the side of the office to view a large very much alive plant.

She reaches up to curiously pick at the leaves in her child-like wonder but ends up pulling the whole thing over, soil spilling all over the plush white carpeting.

It startled Ivy into tears, rushing back to her mum and begging to be picked up. YN can feel the men and the secretary’s eyes on them.

“Mummy, it’s scary,” Her daughter whines, sniffling and burying her face into her mum’s neck. Hiding.

“You’re okay, it’s fine,” YN soothes, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“It’s really not okay because now I have to clean that up. Maybe you should get that little brat under control.”

It’s perfect timing when Harry’s door opens and he hears the girl call his daughter a brat.

His perfect little baby.

All eyes go to Harry, he demands attention anywhere he goes but this is his territory. He’s fucking furious.

“Hayley, why are you talking to your boss that way?” Harry asks in a calm, taunting tone. He casually rests against the doorframe.

Hayley looks at him confused, “What do you mean? I was just telling this women that her daughter is out of control.”

“First off, that women is your boss just as much as me. Seeing as she has 50% ownership of the company,” He replies cooly, pursing his lips in irritation.

“Second off, I’m not going to tolerate you insulting our daughter. She’s a fuckin’ baby, she’s going to do things kids do,” Harry motions to the plant lying lifelessly on the ground.

YN shoots his a look, no cursing in front of Ivy, and he automatically sends her an apologetic look. Their daughter has popped up and is dimpling at her father.

“Daddy! Missed you!” Ivy chirps happily.

The two men are wide-eyes and quiet, they look at each other once - communicating silently.

“Anything else I need to address, pet?” Harry asks his wife, accepting Ivy when she makes grabby hands at her father.

Harry smiles down at his child, “Hi Vee. Y’missed Daddy? I missed you, my little lovie.”

YN usually would let it alone and not be catty - truly.

Insult her all they want but they do not talk about their daughter like that.

“She said that they’re not hiring janitorial staff. I guess my appearance gave off that kind of signal,” YN smirks, even though the rock on her finger should have given it away.

“Hmm, isn’t that interesting?” Harry hums, mocking that he’s thinking hard.

It’s amazing how he can still be intimidating with a little clone of himself in his arms - who’s currently wrapping her fingers in his cross necklace.

“Wha-what?” The confused, nervous girl answers as she realizes the pit she dug herself into.

“It’s interesting because we may not have a janitorial position available but we have a new opening for a temp secretary,” Harry smiles widely with no empathy for the girl.

Then he’s turning to the other men, “D’you two have anything t’say? I’m always willin’ to open your positions too.”

They shake their heads in unison and don’t open their mouths at all. They actually look at their feet.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Hayley spits at him, standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

“You better hurry. The unemployment office closes at two,” Her husband tells the girl before ignoring her mutters to kiss his daughter’s cheek.

YN steps over, murmuring “She has been a brat all day but she’s our brat.”

“Eh, her mummy is a brat half the time too,” Harry replies, lowly so the men can’t hear.

He can’t help but reach his hand around and squeeze quickly at her bum.

“H,” YN squeaks, smacking him playfully, “Here’s those papers. I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“Never be sorry, s’okay. These guys have been sitting there for the last two hours waitin’ on them to start the meeting. They’re fine.”

YN flushes, avoiding the men’s gazes, and hands them to her husband, “You really are an awful boss.”

“I know, s’fun,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before kissing Ivy’s nose to hear her giggle.

After meeting, the men will discuss - one: how hot his wife is and two: how Harry was whipped for her and his baby.

Enjoy 😊

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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Quiet Music: Scherzo (Chapter Six; Part One)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Dreams turn into reality on smokey breaths. Inner turmoil melts away with the touch from warm skin. Promises make the evening decisions go from complicated to deliciously easy.

Content | Fluff, slight smut warning, tw soft drugs (marijuana)

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 4421

Taglist | @damianodavide @lizstans @unitersmoonshine @its-afucking-mess @ethaneskin @dont-let-me-drown-in-you @vampirtet @lividisuigomiti @juststalking @tabi-toast @ethan-torchio-angelo @cheese-toastie-11 @thewitchinthemountain @ethanesimp @sofckinelectric @man3skin @daddydamiano @finelinejpm @superchrystaldrug @ginny-lily @everythingisdefinitelynotfine @nientedaridere @rainbowmarta @tiaamberxx @shaunthesheesh @enjcltaire @rocketqueen @aleksanderwh0r3 @damianodavidhands @megann-duff @teatrodellavita @coven-daddy @till-you-scream-and-cry @solasullabarca @fanfictionandfluff @makapaka11 @slave4yourlove @geklutst-ei @marriedwithmarktuan @bookish0918 @mehrmonga @kanevill @butterfly-skinnylegend @lidiyabest @killerqueen1985 @ccweasley @bluscryn @deluxeplanteater @ohtorchio @messyhairday-me @bidet-and-legolas @maybanksslut @katyldamusic @fuckim-so-gay @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @petit-poussin @fedorable-killjoys @luvbadass @buttercup-beeee @navs-bhat @etaerealboyv @tryymebitch @mell-bell @fenhakwe @solacestyles @softforlukescurls @vicsangel @theimpossiblehologramtree @alina-exe @cherricola66

***

Soft skin against his fingers. A hand running down his chest to his pants. Heavy breathing filling the room. The flesh underneath him felt warm and welcoming, hot to the touch and begging for more. Her perfume filled his senses as she pulled him close. Nails running down his back. Whispers of "amore mio, just like that", "keep going,” “cara mia, vita mia, please".

A “Dami, fuck” leaving her lips as his hand started gripping her thighs. Running between them, as she threw her head back, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on it. Biting her neck. Coaxing more moans out of him, on a mission to make him lose his mind. She was heaven on earth. Supple breasts moving with every breath as he let his mouth descend on them, one at a time, desperate to consume all of her. Kissing every inch of her, exploring her until he knew about every curve, every ridge, every little spot of her body. He wanted to know all the secrets she ever had. Drawing noises out of her that he wanted to keep hearing for the rest of his life. Her hands on his shoulders, on his back, on his arse. Pulling him further into her. Letting his mouth wander lower, getting wrapped up between her legs. She looked at him with dark eyes, nodding, and he was ready to suffocate in between her thighs.

Wait, was he actually suffocating on her thighs?

Damiano woke up with a start, face pressed deeply into the pillow, restricting his breathing in a way that was much less sexy than the one in his dream. A circle of drool had escaped his mouth and dropped onto the pillow. Well, that's embarrassing, he thought to himself.

He was in the middle of pushing himself up and out of bed, highly aware of the situation in his boxers - only to be interrupted when a knock on the door startled him. Trying to wrap the sheet around him, suddenly overly self-conscious of his state, he hastened to the door, almost tripping several times on the way. When he finally unlocked and opened it, he just about let his head appear in the opening, awkwardly hiding between the door still. Y/n’s face was painted in confusion. He forgot how stunning she really was, his brain not even coming close to painting her image in his dreams.

“Yes, hi, good morning, I’m up! I’ll be down in an hour!” He was rushing to finish his sentence, not giving her a chance to reply before he let the door fall back into its lock. A deep breath out. Her face instilled in his mind like a photograph, unable to be separated from the extremely vivid dream he’d just had. He felt bad. He had essentially slammed the door in her face while wrapped up in a bedsheet. Not a very good impression considering he liked the woman behind the door. This was going to be such a long day.

***

“Why are you so awkward?” Victoria nudged Damiano as they had settled on a couch on the bus. He had been looking off since she had first seen him that morning, which was odd. Especially considering he was usually more of an early bird than the rest of them. “Sleep badly? Bad dreams? Good dreams? Or did you scare Y/n away again with another morning wood incident.”

Damiano’s face burned up as if suddenly ignited, making Victoria gasp.

“Oh my god, did you?!” She smacked his chest with her hand as she let out a gasp.

“I wasn’t even aware you knew about the first time,” Damiano mumbled, slumping down deeper into the seat. Crawling into the shirt he was wearing. Anything to get out of this conversation.

“Word travels fast on tour, you should know that by now,” she giggled, repositioning so she had her legs spread across his thighs. “So what happened?”

“I’m not going to talk about that with you,” he scoffed. Victoria’s grin only spread further, though. She was loving this side of Damiano more than she would like to admit - shy, awkward, unsure of himself. He was one of the best people she knew, an amazing frontman, a talented musician, a loyal friend. Yet with one little addition to the team he had turned into a quivering mess.

“You know I’m just going to ask Y/n what happened, right?”

“Yeah good luck with that, she didn’t even notice. At least I hope not.”

“Wait - so you hid your boner from her? I mean, at least you didn’t traumatise her again. What happened though, did you have some good times before the wake-up call?” She once again nudged him obnoxiously, loving how uncomfortable she was making him. “Did you have a wet dream? Did- Oh my god, you’re blushing, you did have a wet dream! Tell me everything! Was it hot? Did she go down on you or something? Did you see her tits?”

“Fuck off Victoria, I’m not telling you anything, now stop! It’s no like-”

“Hi! Attention, everyone! I know it's early and everyone is probably still asleep. But - announcements! That includes you Thomas,” Y/n said pulling the curtain of the guitarist’s bunk back so he could listen too.

Victoria noticed how their assistant didn’t seem spooked by Damiano’s presence at all - it seemed like he had been right after all. She hadn’t noticed a thing. If only those two would stop playing cat and mouse and finally do something, anything, she thought.

"Now, I know we're all excited about going to Amsterdam today, and I'm not looking at anyone in particular here," she explained as she shot a pointed look at Damiano that no one missed. "But I have one ground rule: no weed before the show. You got tomorrow off, so whatever you do after the performance tonight is none of my business. But god help you if I find you with a joint in hand any time before that."

She smiled, but Victoria had no doubts she would be deadly serious if it came to it. Y/n passed out a map of the local area, highlighting the Leidseplein in the middle of town, and in red circles were the venue, the hotel they were staying at, restaurants, and several coffeeshops, all within easy walking distance.

“Do with that what you like,” she concluded. ”As long as you do it after the show.”

***

The band had gotten to the venue straight after lunch, excitedly discussing some new covers they were thinking about playing that night. Soundcheck consisted of a number of conversations all at once, trying to figure out how to change the setlist. Damiano found himself participating less, instead, staring down at Y/n sitting in the audience. She was busy writing in her notebook, the seats next to her taken up by her bag, folders, and laptop. He knew she needed a break. They all worked extremely hard all the time, so it wasn't difficult to spot the signs of a fellow overworked person. He made it his own personal mission to get her to go out with them that night. Spend some time outside of work, see the city, anything that made her put her phone down.

As day turned to night, the concert loomed on the horizon. As soon as they hit the stage, it was clear it was going to be a good night. Amsterdam was the best kind of crazy. Going from Zitti e Buoni into Billie Eilish's Bury a Friend, the crowd went wild. Damiano noticed with amusement that Y/n was absentmindedly dancing along from her spot on the side of the stage as well. His attention had only been diverted towards her for a second, he was sure, but it was enough to suddenly feel something hit his head. Soft, red fabric.

"Was wondering when the first of those would come around," Damiano chuckled into the microphone in between songs, swinging the bra around a few times, before draping it across his mic stand.

Yet as much as the energy of the audience rubbed off on the band, all of them felt like collapsing after the show, feeling like they'd given it more than their all. A perfect chance to unwind for the night, in a way only Amsterdam really knew how. It was legal, after all.

***

“I am absolutely not getting high with you lot.”

Everyone was gathered in Y/n’s hotel room more or less uninvited. It seemed like they were dying to drag her along on what was supposed to be one of the best nights out on that tour. After getting ready, they had simply stormed in as soon as she had opened her hotel door. Now they were perched on her bed, her desk, and her armchair, trying to convince her.

“I gave you all a map to see where you could go. I, for one, would like to stay in my room, just me and my bed, and sleep till my alarm in the morning. That sounds like a brilliant time in my book.”

“Boring!” Thomas shouted, hurling a pillow from the bed at her that she quickly caught and threw back with much less force.

“If you come out with us, we’ll be ready before your wake-up call for the rest of the week!” Victoria tried to bribe.

“If you come out with us, we’ll have breakfast ready for you every day!” Y/n shot a look at Thomas, knowing fully well this was not going to happen. The idea alone made her laugh.

“If you come out with us, you can keep me company while the other three go crazy?” Ethan finally offered. She knew she was close to giving in, no matter how wrong it seemed to blur the lines between working relationship and friendship. She barely even agreed to drinks when she was on the job, and technically, she considered herself to be on the job 24/7. Yet these four had grown close to her heart so much more than anticipated.

Out of nowhere Damiano appeared next to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder. The way his fingertips brushed her neck as he did so left goosebumps. “Come on, darling, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

It turned out, that was all she had needed to hear.

***

The coffeeshop didn’t differ much from the usual pubs and bars; people stuffed in every corner, a low murmur of talk with the occasional loud laughter over the music playing in the background, tables full of glasses and bottles. Only the smoke lingering in the air, its distinct smell, and the relaxed atmosphere let on that it was a slightly different kind of place. Y/n made short work of weaseling through the crowd and securing a table at the far end of the place, just enough space to accommodate all of them, as the others went to order.

“Do you want one as well?” Damiano asked as soon as he had let himself fall onto the couch next to her, already preparing to roll a joint.

“I think I’m getting a second-hand high just sitting here. Maybe take a puff of one of yours, but I won't be able to finish one myself."

Damiano nodded, licking the inside of the blanks as he prepared his joint. Victoria came bouncing in like a tidal wave - her usual fashion - and crashing into the others already sitting down. As soon as Damiano was happy with his creation, she snatched it out of his hand, making short work of lighting it and taking a drag.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Make another one,” she grinned, obnoxiously blowing the smoke into his face. Rolling his eyes, Damiano quickly prepared another one for himself, everyone now happy and content with their smokes, until only Y/n was left holding at a glass of water.

She preferred to observe the scene from her little advantage point in the corner like she so often did. The mellow music in the background was loud enough to underline the atmosphere but quiet enough to easily talk to everyone around you without having to shout. She liked this much better than loud bars in the evening. Most people were minding their own business, in small groups or pairs, some on their own. Victoria was quick to start chatting to a pair of girls sitting at the table next to them. She wasn’t going to lie - while not her usual spot, she didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable.

A hand appeared in front of her face, seemingly out of nowhere, and it took her a second to realise it was Damiano, trying to pass her his joint. She hesitated - still not convinced whether she should be smoking at all, but one look into his eyes only proved to her that she was weak to his suggestions. Parting her lips ever so slightly, she let him push the blunt between them, his fingertips grazing her. She took a drag, careful not to breathe in too much too quickly, before releasing the joint. Damiano pulled it back towards himself immediately, putting it back between his own lips, and she felt hypnotised. The moment came to an abrupt end when a cough took hold of her.

“Easy, easy,” Ethan soothed from the other side, his hand on her upper back. “Breathe.”

Everyone around the table seemed to be looking at her now, but she quickly got her composure back, holding up her hands in a gesture that was meant to signal she was fine.

“Fuck,” Y/n choked, taking a drink from her glass to wet her throat. “This is why I don’t smoke.”

“Wrong,” Thomas threw in. “This is because you don’t smoke!”

Y/n shook her head, giggling at the guitarist and the know-it-all look in his eyes.

“Up to try again?” Damiano whispered in her ear as the attention had finally ceased to be on her. She found herself staring into his eyes once again, a fluttery feeling erupting in her stomach at having him watch her so intently, at being able to capture his attention so easily.

The look on his face was enough to get her to try again. And again. And again.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but for once, she genuinely didn’t care. The people around them had changed, old ones leaving, new ones arriving, but the music stayed the same. She wasn’t quite sure what the joke Thomas was telling them was about, but she found herself giggling along nonetheless. This was the best she had felt in forever.

Unaware of what she was doing, she leaned back, finding Damiano’s arms carefully wrapping around her, holding her softly. To her own surprise, she was sinking into him.

“Having fun?” He asked in a voice so low she barely heard it. A voice so soft it made her heart melt. She nodded, slightly twisting around in his embrace to look at him again. She couldn’t get enough of his face. She’d stay and study it for all of eternity if he let her.

"Have you ever seen brown zircon?” She suddenly asked out of nowhere. “It's a gemstone that looks like they made sparkly salted caramel bonbons from rock. They mine it in Tanzania, I think? Your eyes sparkle just like that." She grinned at the man beside her. "I can attest to that from this angle at least. It’s like the one scene in Aladdin! 'She's got these eyes, and this hair and…’ Ah oh god, what am I doing?" She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being. She found her face resting on his shoulder, completely content. His eyes never wavered from her face, listening closely to what she had to say.

Then Y/n watched her hand brush Damiano’s hair to the front, attempting to style it in a slightly different way. “Did you mean to look like Eren Yeager or was that some sort of subconscious coincidence? Not that it doesn’t look good, of course.”

“You watch Attack on Titan?” Dami looked down at her with surprise.

“No I don’t, but my friends do. So you learn the names of the people they yell at through the TV screen very quickly,” she laughed, remembering the way her friends would huddle in the living room, shouting at whatever the characters were doing wrong in their opinion.

“The more I get to know you, the more I’m convinced you’re my kinda woman, you know?” he mumbled, a smile grazing his lips. The more she looked at him, the more she felt her brain shutting off and her heart taking over. Or was it the high? She wasn’t interested in trying to differentiate.

Once again, he pushed the joint between her lips, holding the eye contact and it felt so much more intimate than it should have. It felt like her nerves were on fire. When he pulled his hand back again, she wanted to grab onto it, keep him in place, keep the moment.

I could stay in this forever, Y/n thought to herself.

"Also, I'm not religious by any means, but whatever God was responsible for creating you sure took their sweet time doing it…" The words spilled from her mouth before she realized she was talking, eyes flicking back and forth between his. "You know?"

She caught herself looking at his lips. A small blush grew on her face as she looked away. Staring out into the room, out at the people sitting next to them at other tables. Something distracting to take the rising heat off.

***

Damiano could feel his defenses wearing away. All ideas of staying away completely vanished into the smoke that lulled them in as he was holding her in his arms, her back leaning against his chest. He could feel her breathing, giggling at nothing at all, or maybe something Victoria had said but he hadn’t heard.

“If anyone’s been made by the angels, it’s you, amore,” he mumbled more to himself than anything, but she had heard him. Another chuckle running through her body. The atmosphere was fogging up his brain. He watched in amusement as he let a finger run up her arms, from her wrist to her upper arm where the fabric of her shirt began, and goosebumps appeared as if standing tall in a row. He tried it again on the other arm, getting the same result.

“What are you doing?”

She was turning around in his arms, just enough to look at him without removing herself from his embrace. He wondered if it was the dim light or if she was always this radiant. His hands travelled to the elastic that was holding her hair together and carefully removed it, eyes on her. Her hair fell around her face, framing it beautifully in its typically wild manner.

“I…” Her eyes seemed to twinkle as the light of the bar reflected back at him through them. “I don’t know.”

He looked away, suddenly insecure. What was he doing? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep his hands off her, now less than ever. He wanted her. Wanted her all to himself. Wanted to keep holding her like this forever. There was no denying that.

“You’re sweet.”

Her voice took a second to get through to him, but as it did, he turned his head as if in slow motion. All he had wanted to do was look at her again, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, her lips were on his.

***

All Y/n had done was lean forward to press a kiss against his cheek. Now their lips were meeting and she didn’t know how she had gotten there. She wanted to pull back - no, actually she didn’t. But she thought she should. Though the spirit was willin - to pull away, that was -, the flesh was weak. Delving deeper into his arms, she found herself kissing him like she meant it. Her hands found his chest, feeling the rising heat from his skin. Being closer to him than ever before was driving her crazy. His soft, warm lips against hers. Just the tiniest movements, as if he was afraid of breaking her. She let herself enjoy it. For a moment. That was all her brain allowed before switching back to the rational part. She pulled back in surprise.

She moved out of his embrace, stiffening at the contact. All of the twinkling lights of romance that had just appeared around them now popped as the kiss ended.

I just kissed my boss. I just fucking went and kissed Damiano! I am so, so fucked.

Yet, she couldn't deny that she wanted to kiss him again. And again, and again until they ran out of air to breathe. She looked back at him and the expression on his face said it all. His lids lowered, a small smile appearing on his face. Eyes twinkling in the soft light. He hadn’t wanted the kiss to end either. Either that or the weed was affecting him more than she had thought.

But as cold air started to seep in between them he blinked a couple of times, only now noticing that she had pulled away.

"Sorry - about that. I was trying to- I wasn't trying to kiss you. Well, I was - but not on the mouth. That would have been very forward of me. I would never. That's not me. I don't know how that happened - sorry." Y/n rambled on, unable to stop talking.

Damiano smirked, pecking her cheek. "Y/n, it's fine, you're fine. I turned my head and we kissed. It happens." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. As if this was some sort of common occurrence. As if she was panicking for nothing. Was she?

***

Damiano desperately tried to hide the turmoil inside of him. It happens?! Damiano, what the hell are you thinking! Not the right thing to say in this situation! Now it just looks like you’d kiss anyone, great. He looked down at his hands, fumbling with his rings. Trying to get his breathing back under control. He needed to be cool.

"I mean - not that I didn't enjoy it. You kiss good!"

You kiss good? What the? That wasn’t even English. He was well and truly losing his mind.

***

Y/n took a deep breath, sitting back in her seat, making sure not to be as close to Damiano as she had been before. Victoria and Thomas had migrated to get more drinks and Ethan was deeply entrenched in some conversation with a man next to him. Luckily the rest of the band hadn't seen what just happened. Grabbing her glass once more, the cold wet condensation gave a stark contrast to her warm skin.

The kiss still left a tingly feeling on her lips. Quickly looking at Damiano, she met his eyes. He had not looked away yet, it seemed. She watched as he bit his lip in contemplation. Whatever was playing on his mind, Y/n didn't know. His words left her believing he wasn’t quite as put together as he tried to pretend. He certainly wasn’t making much sense. Although, she wouldn’t dismiss his compliment of her kissing abilities. She wondered if he would think similarly if they did it again, or did more than that…

Her wandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud crash. The culprit was quickly spotted. The middle of the coffeeshop, which had been empty of people until then, now had Thomas lying on his front, surrounded by liquid and broken glass.

Y/n didn’t hesitate, jumping up to offer her aid. The worry only lasted for a second though, until Thomas turned on his back, giggling maniacally. She barely managed to kick some shards out of the way before he could roll onto them.

She let out a deep sigh at the state of the guitarist, before quickly apologizing to the people at the bar.

“Everyone help me grab Thomas, I think this is our sign to call it a night.”

***

Y/n thought she’d have an easy time going to sleep. The effects of the joint were lingering, plus, the day had just been plain exhausting. Yet, as her head hit the pillow, she felt restless. Her mind kept circling around Damiano. The way he had looked at her. The way he had looked in general. She had seen him basically naked at this point, but she still thought about how it would be different up close and personal. She wished she had been able to read his eyes more. Had he been thinking about the same things she had? Had he wanted to kiss her again and again, get lost in that bubbling excitement of finally being close, finally let his hands wander to new places? She wanted to pull his hair. See what kind of sound would leave his mouth when doing so.

She wanted his hands and his lips, all of him really, badly. She wanted to know what he felt like when he really kissed her. What his fingers would be able to do to her. Biting and moaning. She desperately needed some release, wishing it would come from him, but knowing there was no chance, at least not tonight. Her hand wandered between her legs as she let her mind run wild. Imagining it was him instead, letting his fingers run along the inside of her thighs, exploring every inch of her. How he would treat her just right, hit all the right spots, do so much better than her own fingers ever could. The words he’d whisper in her ear, seducing her with his mother tongue, breath fanning her skin. How he would kiss her senseless. Feeling the rhythm of their bodies take over. Watch his tattoos start to glisten with a sheen of sweat from what they would be doing.

She found her release almost embarrassingly quickly, burying her face in her pillow. Her body felt more at ease, although her heart was still craving something more. She had almost calmed down, getting her breathing back under control. In a moment of clarity, she checked her phone to see when she had to wake up the next day, when the sound of a moan caught her attention. One that definitely wasn’t her own, but seemed to come from the room next door.

Damiano’s room.

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worminstuff · 3 years

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Maybe all of their reactions to one of their student's having an anxiety attack possibly because they're falling behind on work and panicking or their class gets too loud. I was wondering as well if i could be Cloud Anon? (If you do name Anons that is)

|| I don’t think I can do all of them because that was genuinely take so long, (the short blurb one was almost 4K words) so I’m gonna do a few, I hope that’s okay. And I do do name anons but it’s been a really long time since anons sent anons like that, but I do! I don’t remember all of the ones there are but, ill try to make a post or something ||

Mr.Blade, Mr.wastaken, and Mr.Jacbobs helping student!reader with panic attacks!

Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety

Word count: I dunno

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Mr.Wastaken

Mr.Wastaken sits in his class for about an hour after school ends so if anyone needs extra help they can come sit with him and he’ll do homework with them. Even when it’s not math work too.

Today he was sitting with y/n, one of his students in his third period class.

The cringe worthy noise of Mr.Wastakens chair sliding towards the desk y/n was at made them close their eyes.

“I know ,I’m sorry, should’ve just picked it up and moved it.” He offered them a smile, expecting the sweet smile that y/n usually would return but they didn’t smile.

Dream paused. That’s strange. He thought, but he didn’t bring it up.

“So we’re working on some quiz corrections right?” He asked, they nodded, “easy peasy, no big deal. Which ones gave you trouble?”

Y/n explained their trouble with certain ones, their voice quiet and shaky. Y/n hadn’t looked him in the eyes yet, which he noticed. Their eyes were trained on the paper.

Dream started to explain one of the problems they pointed out, drawing a little explaination beside it. He quickly stopped when he heard a small sniffle.

He looked back up at y/n seeing they paced a arm over their eyes. His brows furrowed, he quickly became worried.

“Hey, hey,” he placed a gentle hand on their shoulder, “what’s going on?” He figured it probably wasn’t just the math on the desk in front of them.

Y/n sniffled again before replying, “I just- there’s so much work due and I can’t bring myself to do it cause there’s so- so much and and” their voice was shaky as y/n pulled their arm from their face. Under their eyes were wet, stained from the smooshed tears.

“Oh kiddo..I get that. How about I exempt this grade, actually I’ll just put it at a 100 since we’re moving on to a new unit, and we work on something else maybe?” He offered another smile, this one more comforting. “And we can go steal some snacks from Mr.Dudes room too.”

Y/n nodded, “thank you.” Their voice was still soft but less sad. Dreams heart melted.

“Dont sweat it kiddo, and if it gets like this again, please let me know. I don’t mind hanging out with you after school so we can do this whenever you need. I’ve got your back, kid.”

Dream hated seeing his kiddos upset, he would always do anything for them.

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Mr.Blade

There was a new student in Mr.Blades class. they were new to the whole school too but Mr.Minecraft put Mr.Blade as their home room teacher.

The reason Mr.Minecraft did so, unknowing to Mr.Blade was because this student was super anxious being new, and he thought techno would deal with this well.

Mr.Blade didnt usually have a home room class, it was usually his free period. So this ment y/n and him were alone each morning.

This freaked y/n out because obviously she didn’t know him, and he came off as very...scary.

Mr.Blade didnt realize they found him scary until about a week in to them being in his class.

He noticed multiple things. y/n never looked him in the eyes, they never asked for anything, and they were always jittery. This particular morning, it seemed ten times worse.

“Are you okay there?” he tried to soften his tone, he really didn’t want them to be afraid of him.

Y/n only nodded, but their eyes screwed tight for a moment before looking back to their computer. They’d been staring at it for a while now, silently shaking and ringing their hands.

Mr.Blade was well aware of the wordless lie so he stood from his desk and made his way over. He squatted down and placed his arms on the edge of their desk, resting his head on them.

He waited a moment, thinking they’d close the computer. They didn’t.

slowly, he placed his hand on it and slowly closed it. He waited a bit longer, letting y/n calm down a tad by themself before he said anything.

“What’s going on, kid?” he tried to look into y/n’s eyes but they were closed. “Can you look at me? I’m not angry, i’m not gonna yell or anything.”

Y/n opened their eyes slowly but surely, and Technos hesrt just about shattered.

He didn’t often get soft over his students but the pools of tears in y/ns eyes made even his cold heart ache.

He waited a moment, giving them a moment to breathe and see he wasn’t a threat or anything.

“Stressed.” Y/n said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah? How come? What’s stressing you out?”

Y/n explained how much they didn’t like being new and having to be caught up in classes was really stressing them out.

Mr.Blade quickly understood, and sympathized.

He helped y/n make a little planner, and even drew little drawings on it to make it more fun. Once they had a planner, both made a plan together so the work load didn’t seem so much.

Afterwords he even called some of y/ns teachers to see if they could accommodate in any way. He even offered to teach the materials to them in their free period, as long as y/n didn’t have to turn them in as assignments or anything.

They agreed of course.

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Mr.Jacobs

Mr. Jacobs classes were often hectic. That was sorta his nature and the students just followed in his footsteps.

Usually it wasn’t a problem because karl was able to keep it from getting too out of hand, but today everyone seemed a bit to energized to want to listen.

They were working on a map project so they were working and talking with friends and just being sort of wild.

Karl noticed quickly, one of his students y/n, was getting a bit overwhelmed by it.

“Hey, hi, hey, what’s going on?” He stood so his back was facing most of the class, and y/n was in front of him.

Y/n was shaky, and looked visibly nervous.

“S’ just a bit loud.” Y/n said, offering a small smile. y/n was internally screaming. Thought they were good at hiding it, they were moments from snapping and curling into a ball hoping for some quiet so the feeling of impending doom would end.

Karl nodded, he read her like a book and instantly understood.

“Can i give you a hug, kiddo?” He asked, his head tilted in parental like worry. Y/n nodded and he leaned down to give her a quick hug before standing back up to go back to the front of the class.

He gave her two thumbs up. Then whistled loudly, getting everyone’s attention.

“Quiet game! Whoever wins gets forty five dollars. That’s right. Forty buckeroos. “

The class was instantly silent. Y/n’s shoulders relaxed, and she shot karl a thankful smile. He ruturned one similar.

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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FIRE AND ICE PART THREE - THE END OF IT ALL

Cassian wasn't at the house when you flew back the next morning. Feyre met you in the dining room though, giving you an easy smile and offering you a cup of tea. You took it, hoping she didn't say anything about your puffy eyes. She kept it light, casual. You asked about her painting and summoning wings which she laughed and said "Both could use some work."

Feyre was a constant that you appreciated. She was safe, and tolerable. Like how Mor was, but you felt like you could trust her more. Mor usually lost herself once a week at Ritas. You didn't want any secrets spilling out there by accident.

"If you need me, you know I'm here." She said, tone more hushed and serious now. You could only manage a small shake of your head. You didn't have the heart to say you preferred to suffer in silence. The thought of her reaction made you smile. It put on a good enough show, she smiled back and you felt less guilty without saying anything. You made for your room, trying your best to lull the dull aching in your body from sobbing through the night.

Azriel hadn't left your side the whole time. He didn't say anything besides shushing you when you began blaming yourself for everything falling apart. He had only given you a small wave when you took off together. He flew the opposite way, towards Illyria. You felt colder once he'd left. You didn't know why. You hoped you hadn't scared him off.

You fell into bed with no grace, and were asleep quickly among the fluffy pillows and soft blankets. Cassian's scent lingered on the pillowed side he claimed when he slept there. You turned away from them, curling in on yourself on the opposite side.

Dinner with the entire inner circle the next night wasn’t going to be fun.

You didnt talk to Cassian the entire day. You waited for your moment to strike at the dinner. And it made it all worth it just to see his face as you said what you’d been planning all night. “I’m leaving for Illyria in the morning.”

Azriel choked on his wine. Mor’s fork clattered to her plate loudly. Az's eyes were wide, and stared at you with worry. Rhys was calm, maybe a bit too much. You checked your mental shields to make sure he was kept out. They held strong.

“Seeing as I lack the proper training, I will be seeking it out at the war camps.” You then met Cassian’s wide eyes. His shocked stare made you smirk at him bitterly.

“They will clip you.” Az’s voice was little more than a whisper. The thought of it had scared you, yes. But you figured if you were a good enough fighter for the three most powerful Illyrians in history, then you were good enough to take on the likes of Devlon.

You said nothing to Azriel’s grim words. The tension in the room came to a head when Cassian shot out of his chair, knocking it backwards. “You will not.” He growled. Az’s shadows curled like thick smoke around him, and Rhys tensed.

“Why shouldn’t she?” Feyre asked, eyes narrowing at Cassian.

“She dosent know-” Cassian began dismissing.

“I know perfectly well what could happen.” You said with deadly calm. There was a long strained silence after your words. You could practically hear Cas’ teeth grind together.

“Leave us.” Cassian’s tone was an order. The room was deathly silent. He didn't break eye contact with you, just waited for the others to leave.

Mor glanced to Rhys. Feyre’s slight glare did not leave Cassian’s tensed shoulders. Rhys stood slowly, giving the group a gesture. They rose, Azriel last. Then Rhys winnowed them away.

"If it makes you see me as strong I'll train with them."

"You'll be clipped the second you land." His words sent a thrill of terror through you.

"What do you propose instead? I will not stand by for your protecting."

"Just make this easy... please." He leaned against the table, exhausted with the fighting. "Dont go there. Even if it means.."

"If it means I can't be with you?" You interjected. The entire world seemed to still. You stopped breathing. They seemed to echo through the dining space. The wind did not make the curtains bellow in the welcoming way they usually did. Your heart slammed in your chest, waiting for his reply.

It was a long wait. But finally - “So you’re leaving me?” He asked, voice rough.

“It seems you give me no other choice. You cant keep treating me like I’m your paper doll, Cassian.”

The words stung more when they actually came out, instead of the reherals you’d done in your head. They made your throat go tight and your hands shake. You loved him. You knew that. He knew that. But you loved your independence from him more.

“I just-” He held his head in his hands, his face going red. “I need you.” He sighed.

“Then be with me!” You were reaching the end of your rope. Your ability to keep going through this with him was wearing thin. This dance of ‘I love you ‘ and ‘prove it’ was ending. You could feel it, as sure as winter was in the air.

His shoulders shook. Then, you realized he was sobbing. You clamped down on the urge to comfort him. “If leaving you is going to keep you from going to that camp…” He regained his composure. When he finally looked at you again, his eyes were red. His voice shook, “Then at least give me a kiss goodbye.” His lips trembled as he said the words.

The truth of the situation snapped into place. This was it. This was the only conclusion that would have been made, in the end. Your stomach twisted and flipped in all sorts of new ways. Seeing him so weak, so defeated like you’d never seen before made your mind spin. One of the strongest Illyrians ever was crying… over you. One of the best males you’d ever met was there crying… because you both knew the ending to your story together.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The floodgates broke and you were sobbing, in his arms in an instant.

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The next week went by incredibly slowly. You remained nearly catatonic the first two days. Only getting out of bed to use the bathroom. Feyre visited, tried to talk to you. But without you answering back, she went to reading at the couch next to the side of the bed. You turned away, trying not to stare at the pillows scattered on the opposite wall. All the ones Cassian had ever touched - anything that smelled remotely of him.

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Mor finally forced you from bed. Getting up was much much harder than it sounded. She prodded you into getting dressed, and eventually got you down to the city streets for some ‘quality time with the real world’.

“Cassian will-”

“Cassian isn’t here. It’s about you right now.” She flicked hair from her face. Your mind ran wild. Wasn’t here?

“What do you mean?”

“Rhys took him to the continent for some boy time. Az went too. My guess is so that Cassian can’t destroy any buildings in Velaris while he’s on his bender.”

Guilt was the last nail in the coffin. You stood in the middle of the busy sidewalk, not caring that other Fae bumped into you or gave you dirty looks. “I need to apologize..” You managed through the tightness in your throat.

“No- no no no, hey.” She took your hand and started pulling you along again. You fought away the tears that stung your eyes. They were cool when you blinked them away, the cold nip in the air numbing your face enough so you didnt feel the corners of your eyes beading with the tears.

“We are going to have fun. You’re coming to Rita’s with me.” She shimmied her hips as you followed her down the familiar alleyway. “Is this really a good idea?” You sighed, offering the door keeper a silver coin. The male nodded and gave you a wolfish grin as you passed him by.

Mor paused in the doorway and eyed up the lights, the dancers on stage. “This is a perfect idea. Trust me.”

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You lost yourself in dancing and drinking. It felt so good to let go. Mor kept a watchful eye on you the entire night, but still had fun. She brought you drinks when you were nearly empty, keeping you fueled.

You stumbled out close to dawn. Mor winnowed you to a nearby rooftop. You spun, your head swimming in alcohol. "Easy..." She steadied you, holding your arm tightly. You didnt know when your thoughts became your speaking voice, but she was replying to you. You blinked at her slowly, the buzz of the alcohol making you slow and sleepy.

"This is all a mess. I love him, but Azriel just..." You ran your hands through your greasy hair. You couldnt remember the last time you'd bathed. Mor gave you a grim smile. "I know... I've had to make similar choices." She put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed slightly.

You didn't particularly want to think of her with the same male as you. Or the fact that Azriel had pined after her for so long. Or that she and Cassian definitely had a similar history. You hoped you didn't utter the words to her though. Mor was your friend.

"They are both special males. You need to make the right choice for you though." She pulled you down to the cold rooftop. You knocked your head a bit too hard on the ground, making her choke back a laugh. "It is your life that you decide. Not theirs, they will make their choices." Her hand squeezed yours reassuringly. The stars above shimmered and lulled you

You couldn't bear to speak with her pulling you apart with her words. With all the truth in the world hiding behind her eyes- buried in her soul. All the answers you knew you didn't want to know right now.

So you let yourself fall into the darkness that bordered the stars, drifting to sleep easily.

You avoided the Illyrian males as best you could when they returned. You spent most of your time either asleep in your room after drinking, sparring with Feyre or at Ritas. It was a cycle you grew very accustom to. It worked. It kept your mind off him. Off of the heartbreak.

Mor couldn't drink with you the next week. She had 'important business' in the Hewn city or something similar. So you walked to Rita's alone, sat at your usual table and watched the dancers. By your fourth drink you had joined them. You threw yourself into the delight of drink and merriment with strangers. Various hands caressed your body, the group writhed with you. A living being on the dancefloor, all moving together.

It made you feel whole again. You didn't have to think about Cassian's words, or how he thought you weak. Didnt have to think about the pain you caused him. The worries slipped away with each drink.

You were escorted to the street by a bouncer, along with a few other fae that had been a bit too rowdy. You couldn't hear what was said but it sounded something like 'go home'. You sat on the sidewalk, taking a moment for yourself. The stars above were shrouded by a cover of fog. It would be a cold morning. You could feel it in your wings, the soft leather was raised with goosebumps.

"I've been waiting for you." The voice was familiar, but it took you a moment to put your finger on it. Azriel. You grinned at him, wobbling when you took your eyes off the stars. His eyes seemed darker than usual, those shadows of his sluggishly crept around him. Around both of you, you realized when you felt them creep up your legs.

"Why didn't you join me?" You slurred, shooing his tendrils of darkness off of you. They skittered back to his shoulders, wrapping over him like a coat. His face went a bit flushed at whatever they returned to him.

He held a hand out to you, offering to help you up. "Rita's isn't exactly my style." He grinned, hauling you to your feet with his scarred hands. They were remarkably soft, and warm. You hadn't expected the welcome heat from them against your chilled fingertips.

"Then what is, shadowsinger?"

His gaze was long and full of questions. "I can show you another time. Let's get you back." He walked you to the middle of the street and took off with you gently, getting you used to flying again. He supported you the entire way, you knew you were drifting. He didn't say anything about it, just corrected and pointed to the landing when you were nearing. He landed first, and caught you when you nearly fell on your face from your rough landing. He couldn't hide the amusement. "Shut up." You shoved him slightly.

"Do you want me to put you to bed?" He asked, not condescendingly like the words suggested. But genuinely. It made your heart stutter. You stammered - "Ah, no.. No I know where it is." You began walking that way.

"I hope so." He watched you go down the hall. Then, once he heard your door click shut (A bit too loud for normal) He took off again, into the night sky.

#CASSIAN X READER #AZRIEL X READER #ACOTAR FIC #READER X CASSIAN #READER X AZRIEL #FIRE AND ICE FIC

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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“𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝”

࿐ character(s): Reki Kyan

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: imagine/scenario

࿐ requested by: by my fren, Goose

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ mentions ; injury, light blood

⌦ ‘hmm maybe him trying to help his boyfriend learn how to skate or him having to work late at the shop but his bf stays with him for company or something?’

A/N: Goose suggested this when i asked for a request and they delivered with a new f a n d o m . so why not? i also realized i changed from third person then to second person midway,, i cannot sit still.

its late as i post this, but i dont care if this gets notes or not. its for my friend after all <3

Reki wanted to teach [y/n] how to skate. He always did before they were even dating, knowing he was slightly interested every time he doodled a design for his boards during class. Seeing the slight sparkles in his [e/c] eyes as he examined Reki’s sketches, he just knew he was interested. But just scared on trying.

The buzzing from [y/n]’s phone wasn’t stopping. It would stop for a quick moment till it resumed the vibration under his pillow. Groaning and muttering soft complaints, he lifted up his phone to squint at the name who was calling him. “..Reki..? What does he want at this time..” sighed tiredly. [y/n] answered the call still comfortable in his sheets of his bed.

“Hey! [y/n] I’m outside of your window!” Reki quickly said as soon the call started. The [h/c] haired boy blinked, sliding off his bed to walk up to his window in his room and looking down to see the obvious red-hair skater waving a hand up at him with a smile. Softly sighing, [y/n] replied “..what are you doing out at night? y’know its like.. 4:30 am... right?”

“Mhm! But its the weeeeekeeend, so I thought you were- up still-” He laughed nervously but still kept the slight smile on his face.

As you continued to stare at the red-head, you noticed his skateboard he was holding then the bag on his back. Knowing the board he made for you temporarily was in there, “..you brought it didn’t you.” [y/n] muttered into his phone. “Yep! Come practice with meeeee-”

“I- F-fine.. just.. let me get ready. You came so suddenly, you dork.” hearing the excited voice of his reply, [y/n] hung up and left to get ready.

Reki always came at the most weirdest times for practice. He was practically a wild card when it came to things like this. But he had a reason why, which was [y/n] not taking the chance to try to skate during the day or somehow slips away from the opportunity. It was the weekend also so why not?

Following behind your boyfriend as he dragged you along with his hand entwined with yours. As you just stared at him, he blinked and looked over at you with his bright ass smiling. Eyes widening you looked away with a pout n mutter, flush decorated your face. Hearing the soft laugh from the red-head before the compliment, “You’re really cute when you get flustered y/n!”

“I- Shut up Reki!”

He continued to laugh as he went on. It usually was like this. Always teasing you with such words and compliments that you weren’t used too. But you won’t admit that you like it, maybe one day you will. It made you have that natural fuzzy feeling in your stomach, making your body react with its slightly rising temperature. Effectively making the burning color appear on your face.

After reaching the normal destination of a small skate area, you both practiced... which was mainly just you. With Reki teaching you the basics and watching you go at it a couple of times. Gradually getting better if it was slightly off but nonetheless he cheered and continued to aid you. Hands occasionally fixing your posture and position, noticing both of each others faces with the slight blush.

A couple more tries of attempting an ollie made you scuff up your palms. Before the recent one you just did was slightly closer to a decent one, you had fallen onto your face hearing the call of your name from Reki in the distance. Groggily pushing yourself up and grumbling in pain, hearing the nearing steps of your boyfriend halt to your side you gazed up at him with a silly smile.

“..almost had it” you laughed as you scratched the back of your head, before feeling something cold run down from your nose you wiped it with the back of your hand. Looking at what it was, you blinked almost freezing at the sight of the crimson smeared. “Ah-”

“All you have to say was ‘ah’ y/n?? You know your face is a little scratched up and your nose was bleeding!” Reki exclaimed, “..even your hands are scratched up too-” he went on, grabbing your wrist towards him to tend to the open scratches. Already finished with treating your face and nose. Poking at the more open and slightly bleeding ones with alcohol you flinched a let out soft whines of ‘owes’ and ‘ouches’

“Stay still won’t you?”

“It huuuurrrttssss..” you whined again.

“I know it does- now let me bandaged them up”

“T-thats tight!! Babe-” you complained almost pulling your hand away from Reki’s grasp. Before he grabbed your wrist tighter to hold you in place, “It has to be a little tight so it heals correctly” he replied as he wrapped some bandages over your palm and fingers efficiently, “it doesn’t hurt that bad either-”

Staring intently at the bandages wrapped over your hands, you softly muttered something inaudible. Making your red-head boyfriend to glance over at you, humming curiously at you. “You didn’t give it a lil’kith.” slightly pouting as you gazed up at Reki, before the soft motion of him grabbing your hand to softly peck the back of it then pecking you on the cheek. Feeling the soft smiling as he did. Sitting back to stare at you, noticing the deep blush on spread on your face before you softly punched his shoulder quickly hiding your face with your arms.

“I-.. I- was just k-kidding..!!”

But Reki did nothing but softly laugh at your reaction, hearing the common teases that made you more flustered. Although, there was a fair amount of flush across his own face too.

#sk8 x male reader #sk8 the infinity x male reader #sk8 x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #reki kyan x male reader #reki kyan x reader #x male reader #x reader #at-dusk;- 🌆

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jtargaryen18 · 4 years

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Dance Hall Days

A request from @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho: I wanted to request something. Can you do whatever you want with this, I dont have much planned for it but the reader is a dancer for Steve's tour in the 1940s and he likes her, so he takes her backstage or whatever idk. You can do whatever with that! You're the best!

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Explicit sexual content, fluff. The reader has large breasts in the story and just want you to know that. Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

Tagging @nekoannie-chan and my beautiful @princess-evans-addict who I’m thinking about this morning. HUGS

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It was cold and rainy in Chicago and you’d changed out of your costume and into your street clothes. You’d saved the pink dress with the flower print for tonight because Donny said it was his favorite.

He’d promised to meet you for dancing tonight. You stayed a little late to touch-up your hair, your makeup. Pulling on a sweater and your best heels, they weren’t much, you grabbed your purse and got ready to find him at the hotel where they’d put the crew up.

Only a few of the other Star Spangled singers still lingered about. A couple repaired their costumes, a few were cleaning the helmets as punishment for getting drunk a few nights ago in Ann Arbor and almost missing the bus. And then there was the show’s star, Steve Rogers, sitting there pulling on his boots.

You felt his gaze on you in the staging room as you placed your costume and helmet in their cubby. Zelda was doing the same, getting ready to head out as you were.

“You meeting Donny?” she asked you with a wink and a smile.

You nodded. “If I can find him.”

“You’ve got competition,” Zelda told you. “All the girls love his dance moves… Well, some of you like his other moves too, dontcha?”

You giggled at that. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“Will be if you come back with hickeys again, girl,” Zelda cautioned you. “The costumes are unforgiving so behave.”

You headed for the door, stopping not far from Steve. “I’m not going to try too hard to behave,” you teased.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you turning to find Steve watching you speculatively.

You blew out a sigh, smiling at him.

Steve was a sweetheart. A complete gentleman with the most innocent baby blue eyes and lashes you’d kill for. He had a body made for sin and it really worked on you when he lifted you on the bike at the shows. You were one of the smaller girls, so it was usually you and two others up there.

Yeah, he had a body you’d love to play on and the strength to throw you around but… No clue what to do with it. Steve wasn’t the guy you had a night of fun with.

Steve was the one you took home to your mother.

You weren’t ready for those days. Yet.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you said contritely. “Zelda and me? We shouldn’t be talking like that in front of you.”

You expected him to blush red or drop his gaze at the very least. You didn’t expect the smirk that earned you. Steve was lacing up his boots now that he’d changed into his regular fatigues, those blue eyes on you.

“Because I’m a pearl-clutching virgin, is that it?” he asked.

That took you off guard.

You recovered quickly, winking at him before looking around the door for an umbrella you could borrow.

“I’d never judge you if you were,” you told him affectionately.

There! You spotted an umbrella next to the craft table and dashed after it before someone could get to it first. Now you were all set.

Glancing back over your shoulder at Steve, you threw him your best grin.

“But if you ever decide to come to the wild side…” And you left it there.

Yeah, you knew it wasn’t nice to tease the poor man. But he was just so damn cute.

***

Steve finished lacing up his boots, his gaze following you out into the dark, rainy night.

“You have plans?” Zelda asked him as she fished around for an umbrella for herself.

“Not at the moment,” he replied, your words still playing in his head.

But if you ever decide to come to the wild side…

“Oh, honey,” Zelda came up behind him, a kind hand on his back. “You’re not getting that tart to your dessert plate. She’s sweet and beautiful, sure. But she’s got a type. And you’re not it, big guy.”

“And what type is that?” he wanted to know, hating the bitterness that crept into his tone.

He’d been sweet on you pretty much since the show started. Zelda was right. You were beautiful and kind. Just the sort of girl he’d always wanted to have on his arm before Dr. Erskine’s serum.

But apparently you had a wild streak a mile wide. It wasn’t that you were a promiscuous girl. He wouldn’t say that. He’d only ever seen you go around with Donny. But Donny went around with a lot of girls. Steve didn’t understand how you were okay with that.

And Steve really wanted to know the answer to his question.

Zelda appeared to weigh her words. Finally, she said, “She’s looking for a good time right now. Not a good guy... You know what I mean?”

“I think I do,” he told Zelda who nodded sympathetically.

“Have a nice night, Steve,” Zelda told him, heading out to wherever it was that she went after the shows each night.

Steve shook his head. He knew where you were going. Steve was staying in the same hotel as Donny and the rest of the male crew who set up the show and moved the production from city to city on the tour. Donny was actually only a couple of doors down from him tonight.

Throwing on his overcoat, Steve headed out. There were several dance halls out in the city, but he had little trouble finding the one where most of the folks from the show were. You were dancing out there with Donny when he spotted you.

It reminded him of the old days with Bucky when he’d set him up on double dates. If his date appeared to notice him at all, she ended up fighting Bucky’s date for him on the dance floor later.

And here Steve stood, choking on frustration. Now he was a bigger guy, a much stronger guy. He knew he wasn’t hard to look at now. Was he in the army fighting for his country? No. Was he able to get a dame on his arm? Have someone of his own since he couldn’t be in the Army?

No.

Nothing had changed.

When Donny started dancing with another girl from the show – Penny? – he watched you make your way to the sideline, balefully glaring over your shoulder at Donny and the other girl and wobbling on your heels.

You’d been drinking.

At first, that pissed him off. What gentleman did that? Especially if he didn’t intend to make sure the dame he’d gotten tipsy got home safely. Bucky may have gotten a few girls a little drunk in his time, made them more agreeable to going home with him. But he made sure they got home safe.

You danced with another couple of guys before Donny finally looked ready to leave with Penny. Steve watched you grab your purse and sweater, looking like you meant to follow them.

Just to make sure you got back safely he’d follow you.

And as Steve followed all three of you to the hotel, Steve considered Zelda’s words.

She’s looking for a good time right now. Not a good guy.

Steve knew something about a “good time.” He didn’t have a lot of experience, true. But he wasn’t a virgin. And he’d heard plenty when Bucky brought girls back to the apartment. Sure, he’d even snuck and watched a few times. He was probably going to burn in hell for that but since he was going to hell anyway…

If that’s what you were after, Steve decided he’d accommodate you.

***

You weren’t proud of it, but you followed Donny and Penny from the dance hall back to his hotel.

The evening had been going so well. You’d found Donny at the hall. The punch had been spiked and that was fine. You wanted it to go to your head. You wanted to dance with him, go back to his room with him since he’d lucked out this go around and had one all to himself. The sex would be good. Your night had been planned out.

When Penny showed up, and he was suddenly all about her? Had he really ditched you for the lanky blonde? You were trying to wrap your mind around it. She was always such a little ingenue. Had she actually had sex before?

Either way, she’d managed to completely ruin your night.

You stopped when they disappeared into the hotel, pausing on the sidewalk. You’d been hoping she’d keep going and you could follow him in.

Guess not. It was time to head back for your own hotel, turn in early.

You slammed into a solid form when you spun around to do just that.

“I’m sorry,” you said automatically, blinking up in the light rain at the tall man whose face was obscured by the shadows above you.

“You okay?” a familiar voice asked.

“Steve?” That had to be him. “What are you doing here?”

“Going into my hotel.” Careful hands steered you out of the drizzle and into the warm lobby. Steve looked you over, tipping your chin to get a better look at your face. “Okay?”

You nodded. “I’m fine. Really.”

“The question is what are you doing here?” Steve asked.

Steve knew why you were here. You’d made no secret of that. But you didn’t want to admit that you’d just gotten spurned.

“I’m going to my hotel too,” you said simply, embarrassed. “Calling it a night.”

That smirk again. Steve had a look in his eye you’d never seen before. He didn’t look like the wholesome Captain America just now. He looked like a man who was up to something.

“Thought you weren’t trying to behave tonight,” he reminded you. With the light shining off his golden hair, the way he filled out the olive overcoat he wore. Steve was gorgeous.

Okay, he was messing with you. He owed you that considering how often you teased him. You slipped back into your normal character easily enough.

“I don’t have anyone to misbehave with though,” you told him with a sly grin.

Steve’s gaze searched the room. No one else in the lobby. No one was at the front desk at the moment.

“Don’t you?” he asked.

You did not expect to be moving so fast your stomach unsettled through the hotel lobby, hoisted over the shoulder of the Captain America.

“Steve?” you asked when the elevator doors slid closed.

He wasn’t putting you down. And he didn’t answer you as the doors slid open again. Your heart was flying as he kept moving, leaving you hanging onto the back of his coat. Was he taking you back to his room?

“Hey… Rogers?”

Oh, it couldn’t be.

“Rivers,” Steve said curtly.

Oh, fuck it was. Donny!

Steve stopped at a door, unlocking it and leaving you hanging, watching as Donny knocked on the door of another room only a few feet away from you. Probably looking for a condom because he never remembered to get any. When Donny’s buddy Vinny answered the door, they both watched as Steve hauled you into his room over his shoulder caveman style. Donny’s jaw dropped.

Steve shut and locked the door before carefully dropping you onto the neatly made bed at the center of the room.

Your mind scrambled to catch up.

Steve Rogers, America’s hero and poster boy for all things wholesome, had just hauled you up into this hotel room. The guy you’d wanted to spend the night with just saw this. And now you were on your back in the bed of that poster boy and…

Was there a downside to this?

“Steve?” You watched as his fingers nimbly undid the straps of your heels and pulled them off. “What are we doing?”

“Thought you wanted to do something on the wild side,” he reminded you, climbing onto the bed at the foot.

You were lost in his shadow. You didn’t realize until now how much bigger Steve was than you. Straddling you, he threw off the coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. You watched mesmerized as he peeled off his uniform shirt, then the undershirt beneath.

That beautiful, smooth expanse of muscle? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

You were a lot less nervous now.

Steve lowered his powerful body over yours, planting his elbows on either side of you. Oh, he was so warm. So welcome after walking in the cold rain. He smelled good, clean. You hooked an ankle around the back of one of his thighs – damn, they were almost as big around as your waist – and encouraged him to drop more of his weight on you.

Oh, he did. He ground the hard length of himself into your belly and you shuddered, dying to see what was under there.

You grinned up at him.

“You want me to show you the wild side, sugar?” you teased. And you were so ready to do it.

Steve’s lips seared the tender flesh of your neck, gentle teeth nipping at your skin.

“No,” he pulled back to whisper against your lips. “I’m gonna show you.”

Huh?

Steve’s lips claimed yours, gentle, soft. A sweet kiss. At first.

When the kiss turned demanding, when his tongue traced the seam of your lips for entrance, you let him in. God, he can kiss. Where did this come from?

At first, Steve’s hands cupped your face, slid into your hair. Yet as he drugged you with kisses, those hands slid down, under you. The hooks at the back of your longline bra were no challenge and he was careful when he pulled it away from your body.

You got the satisfaction of watching his eyes widen as his gaze moved over your chest. You favored the longlines because you had larger breasts and you wanted to keep everything bound as much as you could so you wouldn’t have to worry about it while you danced. You could tell he wasn’t expecting that.

And he looked far from unhappy.

Steve smirked at you, one breast filling his hand. “Always wondered what you had going on under that costume.”

You pressed yourself up into his grip as his lips blazed a path from across to your jaw and down your neck. His lips were soft, his tongue a tease as he made his way down to your chest. He shifted on the bed as his hot mouth closed around the other nipple.

“Like what you see so far?” you asked, gasping as he teased the peak with his teeth.

Steve hummed around you, his tongue a wicked torment as he teased your flesh. His touches were tentative at first, careful. You couldn’t decide if he was all that experienced to begin with or if he was learning you. Either way, you didn’t give a damn.

Your hands clutched in the gold locks of his hair, hanging on as he worked your breasts with his hands and mouth. Somehow, you’d ended up with your legs wrapped around him. He had you so worked up you were grinding yourself into his abs, trying to get some friction and relieve the ache he was building. Your gasps filled the room, a chorus you couldn’t stop.

One big hand slid down your body, down to cup you through your ruined panties. His touch was too light, too soft. When he lifted his head to smile at you, you wanted to smack him. The bastard knew what he was doing to you. He was enjoying it.

“What’s under here?” he wondered playfully, not having any trouble with the girdle you wore. Somehow, he managed to peel it off you with ease, peeling it down and taking the garters attached and your stockings down with it.

You wore the damn thing to give you a smooth silhouette. Most of the dancers did. Steve grinned at you as his hands slid beneath you, those strong hands closing around your ass.

“I want to see it,” he told you, his gaze heated.

It startled you how quickly he flipped you onto your stomach, peeling your panties down now to bare every single inch of you to him. You squeaked – literally squeaked – when you felt his teeth nip at one of your cheeks.

“This is beautiful, Sweetheart,” his whisper was husky. His hands slid over your cheeks, squeezing them. “If I’d known you had this under there…”

“You what?” you tried your teasing voice but missed it by a mile. Especially considering he was hauling your ass up, shoving a pillow under your hips.

“I’d have shown my appreciation,” he muttered.

You cried out, you couldn’t help it, when he went high diving next. No way he was learning that as he went along. His lips and tongue drove you wild as he held your hips in a vice grip and spent long minutes lapping at your clit with his tongue and fucking you with it at turns. He knew how tease that bundle of nerves with just enough pressure and swirl that your eyes crossed. When he teased your opening with that tongue, when he started teasing you with those big fingers, you went right over the edge.

“You like that?” he whispered while your orgasm shook you like a rag doll.

His fingers slid in and out of you, teasing your front wall just enough to keep your pussy clenching, dragging it out.

“I used to imagine you were sitting on my face instead of that motorcycle,” he told you before lapping at your clit intensely and then stopping, leaving electrical currents shooting through your body. “I used to imagine eating you until you begged me to fuck you… I’d think about bending you over the dressing table where you’d powder your face. I’d flip up your skirt…”

Another stroke against that place in you with the pad of his finger. You howled. More lashes of his tongue against your clit and it was already throbbing. Steve kept at you until you came again – you’d never come on a man’s tongue before – making you shriek as you kept a white-knuckle grip on the bedding beneath you.

You were dimly aware that he was shucking off his pants behind you. You lifted your head enough to see him rolling on a condom.

You didn’t know they came in that size.

You giggled. You wouldn’t be able to dance right for a week.

“See something you like?” Steve said, climbing on the bed behind you and smoothing a hand over your ass.

You wiggled it for him. You wanted that cock.

“I do,” you teased, breathless but you made it work. “Gonna give it to me, soldier?”

Your world spun when he flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing. Being manhandled only pushed your desire higher.

“Like this,” he whispered, moving to kiss you. A dirty kiss, all lips and tongue. Your taste was tangy on his mouth, your hands climbing back up into his hair.

Steve pulled you flat beneath him, insinuated himself between your thighs.

You sucked in a breath when the swollen head of pressed into your entrance.

He stopped. “Are you okay?”

So sweet. Those baby blue were on your face, looking for any sign of distress.

Steve Rogers was too good to be true. Who wouldn’t want a man who could fuck you like the devil one minute and be a guardian angel the next?

Were you even going to survive this?

You nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe just go slow?” you asked.

“I can do that,” he whispered, dropping gentle kisses over your face, your chest.

Oh, the burn. Your walls burned and stretched around him as he slowly sank into you. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. It seemed like it took forever until he reached the end of you. His hips moved, a dirty grind when he couldn’t push in further.

You were already on the edge. He’d stuffed you full and your walls were quivering around him, strained and wanting.

Steve moved in careful strokes until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, enough slow,” you told him, more desperate than demanding. “I need you to fuck me, Steve… I need it so bad right now...”

Oh, that had him preening. Steve couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he began to move faster.

“Yeah?” he asked, lips nipping at your jaw, your neck.

“Yeah.” It sounded a lot whinier than you intended and in the moment you could really care less.

With your arms and legs wrapped around him tight, you pumped your hips up into his strokes. You loved the increasing speed, the mild force he added to his thrusts. The muscles of his back and shoulders, covered in slick flesh, flexed under your hands. Oh, he was holding back. But his cock felt so good, his weight pinning you to the bed, making you take it.

The old metal headboard was banging wall. You thought that was the sound you were hearing. Maybe it was your heart slamming in your chest as your pussy clamped around him. You came so hard the room faded. It took your breath away as you convulsed around him, your nails carving paths down his back while your hips worked frantically for more, riding it out.

Sweat stuck fine blond stands of hair to his forehead. Steve’s huge form tightened around you as he got close to reaching his own end. His thrusts came harder, but not too hard. Those beefy thighs pushed yours wider as he sped up.

Steve’s cry was half sob and it was a gorgeous sound in the quiet of the room as he rode you hard, pumping into your body as he came. Finally, his thrusts slowed, stopped. Dropping a kiss onto your lips, he then collapsed at your side. Heavy enough in the older bed that it pulled you against him. And that was just fine. Your head nestled against his shoulder, one powerful arm wrapped around you as you both fought to breathe normally again.

After a few moments, you shook your head.

“What?” Steve asked, trying to sound playful but worry had bled into his tone. It gave him away.

“All this time you could do all that?” It defied belief. “All this time, you could have been showing the girls a good time?”

Steve’s grin was smug at that. His eyes slid closed. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” You propped yourself on an elbow so you could gaze down into his face. “What do you mean maybe, Steve? Look what you just did to me. Why haven’t you?”

“All I wanted was you,” he admitted, slowly opening his eyes.

Your heart squeezed in your chest at that. He meant it. So much emotion in those gorgeous eyes.

Steve Rogers was still the guy you took home to your mother. But if he could fuck you like that…

You grinned at him, tracing your finger along that gorgeous line of jaw. “What are you doing for the rest of the tour?”

Steve pulled you down for a careful kiss. “I’d like to spend it with you.”

For once, you couldn’t come up with a single cute thing to say. You didn’t want to. Smoothing a hand over his face, you kissed him. Kissed him like you meant it because you did.

“I’d like that,” you whispered.

Thank you 🙏

#Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x you #Steve Rogers 1940s #USO tour #Showgirls

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Live my Life Ch.1

Kuroo x fem reader

Summary: sometimes life is full of making the wrong choices and not knowing till it’s to late.

A/N: this is chapter one of my new story. I’m still writing the Home series I must really wanted to start this story as well. I hope you guys like this one.

Warning: Angst, Smut, Drunk Sex, Underage drinking, toxic behavior

You found yourself sitting in this dingy bar nursing a drink you weren’t supposed to have. This had become part of your routine. It all started about three weeks ago. Your friend Kana, or well you suppose she could be called a friend she was more of a friend of a friend. She seemed nice enough kind of the free spirit type of girl always into the new big trend, not really what you would describe yourself as, more of what you wanted to be. You weren’t exactly some shy shut in but still your anxieties held you back from charging head first into in life and taking the bull by the horns. That’s why you surprised even yourself when you offered to be Kana’s bar buddy.

Kana is bartender at this whole in the wall bar with dim lighting. It got fairly good business but not enough to warrant more than one bartender at a time. That being the case Kana would often be there by herself well late into the night, the neighborhood wasn’t horrible but it still was unsettling sometimes. So as her bar buddy you would come at some point in her shift and find a free seat at the bar hopefully far enough distance from any other patrons. You’d order some fries or whatever greasy snack food you craved and waited there with her while she worked until she was ready to lock up. It was pretty easy you’d just sit there offering her someone to talk when she was bored or when she need to escape some overbearing customers. She’d make her way over too you and pretend to make you a drink. Although she offered you a drink you usually turn her down for the clear fact that you were underage when it came to drinking. It was perfectly fine for you to sit in the establishment since it also served food but at the age of 18 drinking was still prohibited. Being the laid back girl and bartender she was Kana didn’t care about bending that rule for a friend.

Most nights you’d pull out some school work on your tablet that your carried with you or just read some stories on your phone. Usually trying your best to avoid conversation with the regulars. That didn’t work as well as you hoped and soon enough you were quickly learning all of the local gossip and being included in the group known as the regulars. Which is what you were since you found yourself here four nights out of you week. You didn’t mind spending so much of your time here with Kana it was kind of nice to stray from your comfort zone plus you and Kana were steadily getting closer as friends too. Everything was smooth sailing until you met him.

It was a usual Thursday night you got dressed in your causal but sleek outfit. Wearing a comfortable pair of Jeans that hugged your body nicely not too tight but still showed your curves. You paired it with a black blouse and black ankle boots. You freshened up your make up of the day not needing to try to hard seeing as you weren’t going there to impress anyone. In fact you preferred to not draw any attention. Your brushed through your hair finally heading out of your home and too the dingy bar. Things seemed a little off tonight some felt different but still you took your usual seat as you scanned the bar. It was fairly empty only two other customers sitting all the way at the other end of the counter. Kana wasn’t anywhere to be found, she’s probably just grabbing something back you reasoned. And sure enough you could hear a clang in the back of the establishment that was hidden from the public eye. Although it wasn’t Kana that popped around the corner. Instead stood a tall and extremely handsome guy. He was wild black hair that was strewn in a chaotic fashion but it suited him. You could tell by his physique that he was fit , not too overly muscular but when he reached up to put the box he was carrying on the top shelf you could see a peak of a very well defined v line on his tanned skin. This man was the definition of tall, dark ,and handsome. And that wasn’t even mentioning his intense honey eyes that felt like they pierced your soul with just one look. He wore a black pair of fitted jeans and a red button up with strange print on it. You could inspect the odd design more intensely as he approached you with a smirk plastered on his face. Ah they were little black cats that littered his print. The style screamed I’m stylish but quirky.

“Well hello there sweetheart how can I help you?” You could tell he was using his customer service persona. Ah he goes for the smooth talkng flirt, he probably does very well with middle aged woman, you think.

“Um yeah,” you state giving the room one more look “ do you know where Kana is?” You questioned.

His perked at the mention of your friend. You could see him relax a little as he released some tension rolling his shoulders back. “Ahh you must be YN,” he smiled placing his hands on the bar leaning forward. His voice was a notch higher no longer Using his deep Casanova tone, this one was more natural. You eyes widened at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

“Yeah,” you replied hesitant.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsurou,” he presented his hand offering a firm shake to which you awkwardly accepted. “I’m guessing Kana forgot to inform you that id becoming back to work my usual Thursday shift today did she?” He let out a small chuckle.

Damn it Kana you cursed inside your mind. You could have been cozy in bed right now. “Ha nope she did not,” you let out a sigh. “I didn’t realize she was just covering these last few weeks” you respond.

“She just had my Thursday shift Mondays and Wednesdays are still her regular days.” He grinned “she was nice enough to take my shift while I was out with some family stuff.”

“Ahh I see, well I’ll should probably get out of your hair,” you stated starting to slide off the stool.

“Hey wait you came all the way out here let me get you a drink,” he offered.

You froze in your seat for a moment kind of embarrassed. You felt heat creep to your face as you respond “ oh umm I’m not actually old enough I’m only 18,” your eye locked on the surface in front of you.

He let out a chuckle “let me see your ID.”

Your face scrunched in confusion “but-” you start but he cuts you off.

“Shh just hand it over,” he smiles. You raise your eyebrow as you reach into your handbag fishing out your ID and handing it over. He backs upmholding it as though it was valid. “Well look at that! Sure enough you’re 20,” he gives a cheeky smile “so what can I get you to drink?”

You take back your card placing it back safely in your bag a look of shock present on your youthful features. You lean forward whispering “won’t you get in trouble!” Not wanting to have someone risk their job. He lets out a haughty laugh. “My dads the owner so I’m not too worried.” He stated cockily. “So again what are you drinking sweetheart?” Again he flashed that stupid smirk that sent your stomach doing flips.

After two drinks and some idle chit chat in his free time you decided it probably be best if you headed out. He was quick to stop you. “Ahh come on dont leave so soon I was hoping you’d be my bar buddy too,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes at his teasing. It was enough to keep you there though ordering another drink to nurse. It felt nice chatting and casually flirting with this attractive stranger.

This too became part of your routine. You still went to the bar during Kana’s shift to keep her company but you kept going on Thursday and spending you night talking to Kuroo. The both of you spending most of the night getting to know each other. It was just surface things like school, you found out he was two years older than you going to a university near by studying chemical engineering,and your taste in music which was something you had a lot in common. The conversation focused mainly on you. He always directed the flow of the conversation he was so out going and smooth, always asking questions about your day liked hearing about your day as if being a 3rd year in high school was the most exciting thing. You’d sit there for hours with him trying new drinks sometimes finding yourself leaving the bar at three am as if you didn’t have class in four hours. But you didn’t care it was exhilarating this was the most rebellious thing you had ever done. The flirting was harmless never going to far. And although you wouldn’t admit you were getting a crush on the raven haired bartender.

It was just another Wednesday night but today something inside of you told you to dress up more than you’d usually go for. Tonight you wore a simple black dress with a deep neckline that really showed your figure without being to flashy. Your period had recently finished so knowing you were securely dried up you decided to go for a pair of your fancy red lace panties and a matching bra that always boosted your confidence. Not that anyone would be seeing them. You checked yourself one last time before heading out to the bar and damn did you look hot.

When you entered the bar you were surprised to it was rather busy with customers all over the place, luckily you find a seat at the bar. You noticed that Kenma was also behind the bar. Kenma was the other bartender that worked the shifts opposite of Kana and Kuroo. He was also Kuroo’s best friend. You’ve only met him a couple times when he’d come to the bar to see Kuroo while he was on shift. It must be really busy if they called him in to work the bar with Kana.

Kana gave a sigh of relief and smiled as she saw you sitting at the bar. “Oh my god girl hey,” smiled “do you see how hectic it is?” She laughed. She took a moment to fully look you over her eyes wide.

“Damn girl you look fucking hot!” You felt some pride grow in you hearing your friend complement you. She always looked amazing so hearing that she thought you looked great felt like high praise.

“You want a drink babe?” She asked although it was more a of statement as she was already whipping together a drink before you were finished nodding. She handed you a strong yet sweet drink before she was whisked away by some needy patrons.

You sipped on your drink watching Kana handle the crowd. You and Kenmas eyes would lock every now and then but it’s very short and awkward. You don’t know him very well. Part of your anxieties had you convinced he didn’t like you. But you tried not to read into it to much. Kuroo had told you once that it was just that he wasn’t much of a people person only working at the bar as a favor to Kuroo and his father. You sit there silently observing the world around you not noticing someone taking the seat next to you.

“Boo,” a husky voiced whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine. Kuroo cackled as you jumped turning around clutching your chest.

“What the hell Kuroo!” You gasped trying to steady your breathing. “They call you in too?” You ask referring to the booming business you sat in.

“Nah it’s my day off and I wanted to come have a drink and bug Kenma,” he rose his hand singling said man for a drink. “But looks like I lucked out now I get to bother you all night,” he smirked.

“Oh really and who said I want to have you around I deal with you enough on Thursdays,” you smiled back with a sly look.

He feigned a look of hurt. “Ouch YN you wound me, I thought we were friends,” giving you look that definitely didn’t come off as just friendly. You just roll your eyes trying to hide your intrigue. “Well it seems I need to prove my friendship to you let me by you a drink.” He rested his hand on yours as he signaled for a refill on your drink.

You should have seen it coming but you acted surprised when after several drinks and a couple rounds of shots you found yourself in the back seat of his car. Your red panties tossed to the side somewhere in the vehicle. You were laying back as he dove under the hem your dress. Kuroo looked up to your face his lips barley an inch away from your heat. He had a devious look on his face as he watched your face flush with need. Your lips were swollen from the heated make out sessions you had outside the bar. He quirked his eyebrow teasingly his heavy breath tickling you. He was waiting. It was almost tortuous but you knew what he wanted.

You pouted your chest rising and falling from your hard breathing. “Please!” You begged. He smiled content with hearing your pleas before diving into you his tongue lapping at your wet folds. Your head fell back in pleasure as he ate you out like a man starved. Your moans filled the car as he worked his skilled tongue in and out of you. He could feel how close you were as he felt you clench around his fingers as he worked you loose. Relief flooded your body as you came on his face. Lust still flooding you as you watched him lick up all your juices. He moved up your body sealing your lips into a searing kiss you could taste your essence on his lips.

Your hands reached down his body grabbing at his bulge. He let out a groan in your ear before picking you up and placing you on his lap. He attacked you neck nippping and sucking harsh purple marks into your skin. He pulled the collar of your dress down pulling your breast out . Moving your bra down he latched his lips around your swollen nipple rolling it between his teeth. You let out a pained moan as you rolled you hips into his lap. He finally hit limit. He lifted you up as he pulled his pants and boxers down before lining his achingly hard length with your wet cunt before pulling you down on it. Both of your groans filled the space as you felt him fill you whole. You hid your face in his neck as you panted while he let you adjust to the intrusion. You could feel his hands roaming your ass pushing the skirt of your dress up. A sudden smack came to your ass. You let out a hiss. He rubbed the mark he left on your soft skin.

“Go ahead sweetheart ride my cock,” he demanded. His dirty words sent shivers over body. You did just as he said starting to move your hips up and down rotating on his dick as it reached deep inside of you. Your body was already on edge from your earlier release so it took no time to have you clenching tightly around him you next orgasm fastly approaching.

“Fuck you’re so god damn tight,” he groaned. Lust took over as he grabbed your hips holding you still as he drilled up into your pliant body. Your moans egged him on as he chased both of your climaxes. He loved the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him. Feeling you milk his cock drained him of his will and of his semen as he came deep into you.

You both sat there for a moment both coming down from your highs. Bodies worn from the intense session you had just had. He groaned throughing his head back, “fuck I didn’t wear a condom,” he cursed.

“I’m on birth control” you breathed moving off his lap. You searched for your panties sliding them on quickly trying to contain the mess between your legs.

“Good, that’s good,” he breathed a sigh of relief he looked around both of you. It seemed no one notice dyour little drunken romp in the parking lot. There was a slight awkward pause neither knowing what to say.

“Well that was great,” he offered, “uhh do you need a ride home?” He questioned.

You shook your head, “no I’ll just grab a quick Uber home,” you respond pulling your phone out to do just that.

He nodded seeming to like that idea not wanting you to walk home. “I’ll probably head back in and sober up a little before heading home. I definitely can’t drive right now. I’m not even sure my legs will get me back inside,” he laughed. You giggled as well. A chime rang from your phone, your ride would be pulling up soon.

“Hey give me your number and message me when you get phone safe.” He said taking the phone to send a message to himself successfully trading numbers. He gave you one more deep kiss before you left to catch your Uber.

That night your body passed out exhausted. You knew you were going to regret drinking so much tomorrow morning when you have to wake up for class.

And damn was your body sore. Your head was ponding from all the alcohol and the rest was sore from the wild sex you had. Still you woke up bright and early making sure to shower off any evidence from your delinquent activities. You made sure to take some Advil before leaving for school opting to skip breakfast since your stomach was still unstable from the liquor. Your morning classes were relatively easy not but extremely boring. You found yourself daydreaming through most of your history class thinking back to your night with Kuroo. Little fantasys of dates, and more long talks at the bar, even some naughty ideas popped into your head. It was almost like you willed him into existence because not two seconds later your phone vibrated. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his name pop up in your notifications. You laughed at the way he saved his number last night. Oh my god he texted me you thought you were so giddy. That was until you read the messages.

Kuroo 🥵: Hey YN.

Kuroo 🥵: Last night was a Mistake. Look I have a girlfriend and I love her so I think it’s best we pretend last night never happened. Sorry.

Ouch. That hurt.

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Rust and Black Thorn Trees. Chapter 1.

TW: religious themes, religious abuse, reality alteration, dissociation triggers, abusive parents

Dasha. Her parents chose this name because it implied purity. A gift from God, or Mother Miranda. And they wanted their girl to be devoted only to Mother, as a pure virgin girl. Her days consisted of being a housekeeper, always making sure her family’s house was as clean as possible, for the blessing of Mother. She hated this life. But the one time she spoke up, she was forced to pray to Mother Miranda on hot coals. At eight years old. “Please, Mama it hurts-” she begged her mother, hiccuping as her Mother forced her down on the coal. She screamed, “You will make our situation worse if you keep doing this, Mother is an all-loving being, and you dare to speak ill of her likeness?” her mother cried, fingers in her daughters long, dark brown hair. The child’s hands shook as they were in a prayer position, she sobbed, unable to think straight. However, in this child’s mind, she deserves it. I dared to speak against my creator, i deserve it, she thought. When she was nine, she decided to make offerings herself of flower crowns and rose stems. When her parents came home to their daughter praying at the altar, and a house that was cleaner than when they left it, they gave her love. And validation. This repeated cycle from birth taught Dasha that her only source of affection was from being devoted to a false God. Until she got chosen to come with Mother Miranda, on her tenth birthday. She pointed at the girl, staring in awe at her presence. “I want her.” she said. The girl was nervous. But she felt a pull to get up, almost like she was hypnotized. She turned around, and caught a glimpse of her parents for the last time. They were crying. They were happy. That was the last she saw of them when the blindfold was gently placed on her, making her blind. She felt Miranda’s cold hand touch the middle of the girl’s back, through the white calf-length dress. She walked forward, and felt so cold. It pierced through the skin and confused the girl. She heard the maternal voice of Miranda, “Take the blindfold off, my child.” she gently ordered. “Yes, Mother.” she obediently replied, fumbling with the soft fabric. The girl noticed the sterile smell in the air as she took the blindfold off. She was in a doctor’s room. The lights were uninviting and made her uneasy. Miranda sat on a stool next to what looked like a dentist’s chair, but it had straps. “I have chosen you to bear a gift, but for me to give it to you,” she paused, gesturing at the chair now wearing doctor’s attire, “you need to sit in that chair for me, can you do that, love?” Miranda asked, lovingly. “Yes, Mother.” she said, sitting in the chair. Miranda started closing the straps. first around her legs, then her torso, and then her upper body. All the girl could think about was how excited she was, A gift? What did I do to deserve a gift from Miranda? She thought. Mother pulled in a tray, with a syringe and a small jar filled with a pitch black liquid. “Mother, I hate to ask this of you, as you know what you’re doing, but what is the gift?” The girl innocently asked. When she didn’t respond, and instead cut the girls dress, revealing her stomach, she thought she had done something wrong now. “Did-Did i do something wrong, Mother?” the girl asked, slightly frantic as Miranda used a cotton ball soaked in some kind of orange liquid, and dabbed it on a specific area. It was freezing, and she started to panic. Thoughts running wild as she filled the syringe with the viscous, black liquid. Miranda paused before injecting the liquid into her abdomen, and put a hand on the child’s cheek. Gently rubbing her cheek with a thumb. She moved a lock of hair out of the girl’s face, exactly like how Mama would do to calm you down. The girl immediately relaxed, her mind going blank, looking into Mother. A small pinch on the girl’s abdomen didn’t faze her. Then the feeling of dread started as Miranda coldly injected what she knew wasn’t a gift, else she was too delusional to realize how sick this was. She finished the injection, and took out a pen and clipboard.

What..?

The girl was confused. She had complied. Why did this hurt so much..? Why was she so weak..? She started hyperventilating. She couldn’t control her body as it started convulsing. The girl’s frail body and mind went unconscious as her eyes and nose started leaking the same viscous black liquid that was injected. Miranda was quickly confused and took a sample. She smiled, for this one had potential. Normally, they don’t go unconscious, and usually the limited mental capacity starts first, along with the slight greying of the skin. She would’ve started to look like a corpse, normally. But it seems the alterations to the Cadou worked. A sample of Miranda’s DNA mixed with the Cadou seemed to change the progression in only female individuals. Miranda wondered how this would affect cross-species organ implantation. She knew that at the least, this would make the passed out girl in front of her infertile. It could eat away at her organs too. She decided to use fresh organs from a female wolf, and implant them into the girl. She only used the reproductive organs and the entirety of the digestive system from the wolf. Everything else was...unethically harvested. It was long, but successful. Dasha woke, confused, and in pain. She was now in a hospital room. It was uninviting and made a poor attempt to look comforting. Miranda walked in, seemingly proud and with her chin high when she realized the child was awake. “Mother, what did you do to me..?” she groggily whined through the throbbing pain throughout her body. “I gave you a gift. The Cadou, mixed with a part of me,” she paused, stepping closer, “you are a part of me.” she said, delusion plaguing her mind. She seemed so excited. The girl was scared. Being scared of God was a horrifying thought for a child. After the child healed, Miranda let her stay in her house. Unsettling. After Dasha settled into her new home, she would be subjected to horrifying psychological torture. The first time Miranda got in Dasha’s head, she created small illusions. She would reach out to touch a vase and it would go through her hands. Small things, to make her rely on Mother for her sense of reality. Eventually it grew to Miranda making her see her parents. Then came the reason for these tests. Miranda was priming the child for this. The child thought she was with her parents again. In the forest, at the place she loved to let her imagination run. She heard multiple growls, they overlapped each other, and she looked around, attempting to find the source. They seemed to be coming from all directions. As she turned to face her parents again, she saw three lycans mauling them. Her Mama’s arm was being torn from it’s socket. The girl felt herself growing taller, hair sprouting rapidly everywhere, and her body changed from that of a human girl, to a tall, lycan-like monstrosity. She became mindless, tearing the flesh from the lycan’s fragile bones, tearing their heads from one of their bodies, the spine with it. She tried to scream, but the only thing that came out of her was a gutteral croaking sound. Once she had used all of her rage, she felt so tired. She felt herself floating, the tall, muscular form she once had dissipating into a black mist, absorbing back into her body. She fell, with no one to catch her. Once she had regained her balance and composure, Mother would come running. The girl leaked the same viscous black liquid from every facial orifice. She started puking this liquid, and these symptoms, along with intense abdominal pain, as well as emotional mood swings, was the cost of this transformation. This cycle persisted for seven years. Until her parents were taken by Lady Dimitrescu. Presumably for feeding, and maidwork. Miranda realized she would never be able to be useful. The conditions for the transformation to occur, as well as the recovery, were unable to be used properly. So, assuming she would be dead in the forest, she told her the truth about the illusions, as well as the truth about her parents being taken, and drained of blood like pigs. And she cast her out into the wilderness at seventeen. God had now abandoned her. At first, she had the drive to attempt to save her parents. But then she realized this was done to her by the same person her parents deified. Made her do all the chores, primed her for being a nun of Mother Miranda. The people who beat her for questioning Mother’s decisions.

The God who abandoned her.

She had suffered for nothing.

A/N: i changed a bit of the canon because i really wanted to stick with my idea, dont worry, there will be spice and karl heisenberg content

#resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #daddy heisenberg #self insert #oc x canon

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GioMis Headcanons (1/?)

As Giorno becomes a lot more comfortable hanging around Mista, he one day switches to calling him by his first name. Mista is caught completely off guard by that. “What did you call me?!” He asked, baffled, to which Giorno offers a silent frown and knitted brow. “I mean don’t get me wrong! It ain’t a problem I’m just.. you don’t call me that!” He tries to explain, but poorly. “Well, I did now. Is it a problem or not, Guido?” Giorno asks with a serious face. He figured that they get along fine enough so he feels confused as to why this is a potential problem. Did he read the developing situation wrong— “No! I like it! It’s perfectly cool.... GioGio.” There is a pregnant pause. “What did you just call me?!” Giorno responds.

Yes Mista gives Giorno his nickname. Narancia snickers when he hears it for the first time. He thinks it sounds completely ridiculous. Mista is offended. “I like it. It’s... fitting. You look like a GioGio.” Bruno says which only causes Giorno to slightly narrow his eyes at him. ‘What the hell does a GioGio look like..’ Giorno is now self conscious.

Mista quickly finds out that under that serious exterior, Giorno really is just your average everyday teen. A true terrorist in the kitchen. Completely useless in the food department outside of cooking eggs or rice. Mista asks him how the hell he survived like this to which Giorno simply replies “Strangers often bought me meals from any restaurant I chose. I was very thankful to them growing up.” Mista just squinted at him. “...They didn’t buy you a damn thing, did they? You pickpocketed your way to fine dining.” Mista guessed correctly. “I didn’t lie. They did buy me a meal. They just didn’t know it. I’m grateful nonetheless.” Giorno said easily to which mista just stares. This boy was something else....

Giorno was a wild man on the loose. Mista never knew what he was going to do next. GioGio was the sanest insane person he’d ever met... and he kind of digged it 61% of the time. The other 39% was him regretting ever going along with anything Giorno concocted in his schemey little mind. How many times has he almost died following behind Giorno, he wonders? But then again, it’s Giorno who’s the reason he is still alive to tell the tale. A true conundrum for Guido Mista.

Giorno and Mista butt heads from time to time but oddly enough, it’s Mista who’s usually the more sensible one to diffuse a situation. Giorno may seem quiet and poised, but Mista found out really fast that he’s actually a hot head and is easily pushed to being out for blood. Giorno enjoys leaning on mista to be his sense of calm every now and again. But it’s also annoying to him at times. Sometimes, Giorno just wants to go a little ape shit. Just a little. He swears, just a little.

He asks mista to teach him how to shoot for fun. Mista flat out refuses. “You deadass are like... baby Jesus or something with your life giving powers or whatever! Let me be the shooter! You stick to growing plants and raising the dead or whatever the hell it is you do!” Giorno just stares blankly. He intended it to be something they could bond over, but alas...

Giorno can still speak Japanese thanks to having spoken it primarily with his mother growing up. It’s a little shotty but he’s fluent. Mista enjoys hearing him speak in his native tongue. Narancia foolishly asked him to do an impression while reading a line from his One Piece manga. Giorno obliged and Narancia was left extremely disappointed. “Man, it ain’t the same... what a let down.” The boy says which earns him a punch from Mista. “Ya little shit.... Good job GioGio!” He says while shooting a thumbs up in his direction. Giorno smiles at that.

Guido once watched Giorno turn a corpse that he’d freshly shot dead into a python, willed it to slither into the hideout of a gang they were hunting down, then willed it to morph back into a bloody pile in the middle of the room after biting one of the members. The pure chaos that came out of that room was music to the boy’s ears. Guido could only look on in horror. He had no clue that Giorno could even do that. For some reason the thought of Bucciarati and his weirdo tactics flagged itself in his mind. “Bucci Junior..” he whispered to which Giorno whipped around with a “What?”

Mista smokes weed and Giorno catches him one day. “WAIT DUDE WAIT, I KNOW YOU AND BUCCI DONT LIKE THE DRUGS BUT BRO ITS... ITS DIFFERENT! ITS LITERALLY GRASS! ITS NATURE MAN LIKE—“ Giorno cuts him off by plucking the blunt from his hand, putting it to his lips, and taking a large drag of it. Mista calms instantly and looks on with interest. Oh that’s hot— “huuu... huuughh” Giorno is now dry heaving and coughing his little lungs out. Mista scrambles to pat his back and offers him his unfinished glass of water. Giorno takes it gladly. “What the fuck man... why’d you do that?!” Mista exclaims. Giorno is teary eyed from the coughing but wills the tears back. He cries for no one and no thing. “....I just wanted to let you know I didn’t mind stuff like that.” Mista stares unblinkingly. “You don’t have to pretend to be cool for me.” Giorno’s face is still flushed from the violent coughing so he’s certain mista can’t differentiate between the embarrassed flush that’s taking over as well. He can actually. “...Get in here. Bring it on in you dumbass.” He said, opening up his arms for a hug which Giorno slinked into, forlorn. They never speak of this again.

#giomis #guido mista #giorno giovanna #jjba #vento aureo #GioMis headcanons #jojo headcanons #jojo part 5

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Beautiful (Sapnap x Reader)

It had been about three months since you started dating Sapnap. You had met him through Dream about two years ago, and from the moment you started talking he gave you butterflies in your stomach, and after a bit of getting to know eachother, the feeling was mutual. The two of you'd had an unspoken boundary, however. You flirted mercilessly with eachother, teasing and pushing one another to the brink of flusteredness, but never made anything out of it. You had thought this unspoken limit was built because he had never seen your face, which you took as fair. You, much like Dream, liked to keep your anonymity as much as possible. You were very insecure and sensitive about your appearance, having been bullied about it since a young age. Every time your audience pushed you for a face reveal, you were filled with overwhelming anxiety and had to put the prompting to a stop. You remained under the impression that you wouldn't get together because of your facelessness for a long time. That was until he decided to break the tension between you two. You can still remember it like it was yesterday.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Automatically, your heart rate quickened. He usually only called you by your real name when there was something serious he had to talk about. "What's cookin', good lookin'?" You responded, trying to sound casual and unbothered by the sudden shift in your conversation. The two of you had been casually streaming together on the SMP for a couple hours and you had thought everything was going quite swimmingly. You had flirted back and forth as usual, wheezing at how your chat went buck wild when you did. You thought everything was fine, so why did he sound so nervous? "I need to talk with you about something." Your chat sped up with concerned messages, also catching on the nervous tone in his voice. You tried to swallow the lump that had begun forming in your throat, but the attempt proved unsuccessful. "What's shakin', bacon?" You tried to lighten the tone of the conversation once more. "Like...after the stream." "Oh..." Your voice was hardly a whisper. "Okay..." A silence fell between you two, and you nervously chewed at your lip. You bounced your knee, not being able to take the awkward tension. "Everything okay over there, Pandas?" You asked, but your words were met with silence. "Snapmap?" You tried teasing a bit, but the silence seemed to thicken. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears. "Sapnap..?" You spoke timidly, like a child that knew they were about to get a thorough talking to from a frustrated parent. You checked your chat to see a lot of worried and confused messages. You saw a few saying that he ended his stream. You checked Twitch on your phone only to confirm that they were correct. You cleared your throat as you pocketed your phone. "Well, I think I'm gonna sign off for now, guys." You spoke in a faux cheery tone. "Go drink some water and get some sleep, nerds. Bye-bye!" You ended the stream as Sapnap left the game. You followed in suit, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stared at his still icon. "Hey, what's wrong?" You spoke softly, the tension in your hands causing your nails to dig into your arms. "Are you still there?" You were about to speak up again when the silence was finally broken by a sigh. "Yeah, sorry." "Hey, what do you need to talk about?" You let your feet rest back onto the carpet, leaning towards your screen in anticipation. "Or did you just want to listen to my pretty voice in private?" You attempted to lighten the mood, fiddling with the strings on your sweater. "That." He said, like he had been waiting for it. You blinked a few times. "Wh-what? My voice?" You asked, caught off guard by his slightly frustrated tone. "No, the..." He hesitated, "the flirting." Your stomach dropped, letting out an almost inaudible 'oh'. "Do...do you want me to stop? Is it making you uncomfortable? Cause I totally understand if it is, I'll stop-" "No." He sounded even more frustrated. You fell silent, staring at your hands. You never talked about

the flirting. Throughout your whole time knowing eachother, you talked about all kinds of things. From silly to philosophical to gross, you were comfortable talking about pretty much everything together but never had you talked about the flirting. "I'm sorry." He sighed. You could hear the creak of his chair as he leaned back. You could imagine him tugging at his hair in frustration, dragging his hands down his face. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm not...mad." You perked up a little at this, eyes snapping back up to the screen. "I just...what are we? What is...this? To you." "I-I don't know. I thought- I just-" The right words wouldn't pop into your mind. You stumbled and struggled, pulling at the strings. "I like you, (Y/N). A lot. A-and I don't want to be some casual thing to you. If you don't feel the same, I want to know. I want..." His voice quieted, as if he thought he over spoke. Your heart fluttered, your eyes widening to the size of saucers. Warmth flooded your cheeks at his honest confession. "What do you want, Sapnap?" You said, almost breathlessly. You needed to hear it, you couldn't mess this up. This was your only shot. "I want you." He replied quietly. "Not like, in a possessive way, I just... I want to be with you." Your mouth hung open slightly, staring wide eyed into your screen. The idea that he wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him never crossed your mind. An incredulous laugh left your lips. "You can just say you don't feel the same." He mumbled, sounding embarrased and on the verge of tears. Your heart stopped. "No no no! That's not- I didn't- I feel the same!" You gripped your desk, standing up in panic. "I-I just...can't believe you feel the same." You grinned. There was some quiet. "R-really?" "Yes!" You laughed, pushing your hair out of your face with a hand. "So...does that mean you'd want to go on a date?" He asked tentatively, though you could hear the smile creeping onto his face in his voice. "Yes, of cour- wait." You stilled. "How would that work? We don't live anywhere near eachother." "I dunno...but you didn't answer me." "If you can figure out a way to go on a date, then yes." You responded, chuckling at the humor of the situation. "Deal." You could now tell he was grinning. You held onto this fond memory like it was a life preserver as you drove the rental car to your destination. Your fingers tapped nervously at the wheel. "(U/N)?" You heard Sapnap's voice from the phone that sat on the passenger seat. "I'm still here! Sorry, I'm just driving." He was streaming and in a call with you and Dream. Both you and Dream knew something that he didn't. You had just gotten off a plane and was now driving to his and Dream's house. You had talked on and off with Dream about visiting them for about a month previously, but he hadn't convinced you to actually go through with it until recently. During the plane trip, you had been too excited to panic, but now that you were actually on your way every possible bad outcome ran through your head. As you pulled up to the house and parked, you grabbed your phone, beginning to text Dream. 'What if he doesn't want to see me? Or he's mad that we didn't tell him?' 'I assure you, he wants to see you. Also he's gonna be overjoyed that you're here.' 'What if he doesn't like how I look?' You could hear Dream sigh heavily; his eyeroll was almost audible."I gotta go get something from outside, gimme a sec." Dream spoke over the call. He left the call. 'Don't you dare, Clay.' You texted. "Alright. I actually gotta mute for a bit." Is what you said quickly before muting yourself, spamming Dream with panicked, angry texts. Eventually he stepped out of the house, walking up to the car and trying to open the hastily locked passenger door. He gave you the exasperated look he always did when you were being difficult. His face, unlike to many people, was nothing new to you. He was a childhood friend that you'd grown up with, only separated when you moved far away. He ran a nail down the window,

making a terrible shrieking sound on the glass, which caused you to quickly submit and unlock the door. "Dude! This is a rental! If you fuck it up, you're gonna pay for it." You hissed out in a habitual whisper, punching his shoulder. "Stop freaking yourself out, everything is gonna be fine." He waved your worry about the car away with his hand. "It's really good to see you, by the way." He put a hand on your shoulder and lightly squeezed. "Good to see you too." You mumbled in response, not being able to help a small smile from tugging at your lips. "C'mon, if we don't hurry up a little he'll get curious and ruin the surprise." He patted your back encouragingly; you swallowed and nodded in response, getting out of the car.

"I'm back, Sap." You unmuted yourself as you shut the door. "Hey, I have a question."

"I have an answer." He responded.

"Do you love me?" You asked, stepping towards the house slowly.

"Of course."

"Even though you dont know what I look like?" You asked hesitantly as you stepped into the house. Dream rolled his eyes, giving you a Look and you put a finger over your lips.

"(U/N), I don't care what you look like, I love you no matter what."

"What if I'm ugly..? What if you could do better?"

"(Y/N). I fell in love with who you are, not because I think you'll be pretty. I fell in love with the way you pronounce things and the way you laugh. I fell in love with your morning voice and your sleepy giggles. I fell in love with the goofy voice you use when you talk to yourself. I fell in love with...well, you." He cleared his throat, probably thinking he got carried away. "Honestly, no matter what, you'll look beautiful to me."

Tears gathered in your eyes. His soft words eradicated every anxiety in your mind. You went quiet and walked up to the door.

"(Y/N)?" You heard him on the other side of the door. He sounded a little concerned as you hung up the discord call. You opened the door and he turned around, a look of confusion on his face. He glanced between you and Dream, searching for an answer as to who you were and why you were there.

"Hey, Sap." You said, a grin spreading across your face. His eyes widened immediately and he stood up, taking off his headset.

"Say something else."

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" You chuckled at the look of absolute awe on his face.

"(Y/N)?"

"In the flesh." The smile plastered to your face almost hurt. He suddenly moved towards you very quickly and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You laughed, hugging back and wheezing a bit.

"Holy shit, you're actually here!" He laughed, rocking back and forth with you still held tightly in his arms.

"I'm here!" You responded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He pulled away, holding your face in his warm hands. You stared up into his shining eyes, your heart doing flips in your chest.

"Can- can I kiss you?" He whispered, eyes gleaming with tears of joy.

"Please do." You responded, placing one hand over one of his own. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, holding you ever tighter. He moved his free hand to your waist, tugging you closer.

"Awe, you two are adorable." You were pulled out of the moment by Dreams voice. You laughed, breaking the kiss much to Sapnap's dismay.

"Fuck you, man." Sapnap replied, words holding no real weight, as he pulled you into a hug once more. You heard Clay laugh behind you, then shut the door. Sapnap pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you could feel his smile in your hair. You ran your fingers along his back, humming happily.

"Probably shouldn't abandon your stream, babe." You spoke up after a bit.

"Oh, yeah." He said, pulling you over to his computer.

"Hey, chat." You grinned as you watched the text fly by in the chat. Sapnap pulled up a chair for you and you sat next to eachother, streaming happily together. He kept a hand on your leg or in your hand whenever he could.

A dono popped up and you glanced over it.

'What does (U/N) look like?' The text-to-speech voice read out.

"They're gorgeous, you guys." He said, looking over at you. You grinned back at him, chuckling and shaking your head. "Their hair is so soft and the prettiest color and they have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. They have the most delicate hands and this cute little mole on their wrist." He gently grabbed your wrist and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the previously mentioned mark. He placed his other hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb under your smiling eyes.

"Oh, stop it. I'm not all that special." You replied, leaning your cheek into his palm.

"You are to me." He spoke softly, placing a sweet kiss to your nose.

"Dork." You replied lovingly, turning your face and pressing your lips to his palm.

"I'm just being honest," he laughed lightly, "you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

#Spnp #Fluff #X reader #What? I'm not projecting onto this hahahaha #Why would you #Why would you think that

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zmayadw · 3 years

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Hello!

I’ll post a bit earlier today :) So here is next part!

Have a nice day!

WARNING! contains a sex scene (no its not an april fools day joke :P)WARNING

CALL OF HTE RAVEN

PART 15

When i woke up, i was alone in the bed, and i checked the clock. 7.38. „Jake?“ i called, but i got no ansewer. I looked to the desk, his stuff was still there. I got myself sitting, and noticed a paper on the nightstand. 'Went for coffee' was written on it, and i smiled. I went to the bathroom, thinking of last night. It felt so nice being with Jake, it felt right. I smiled as i brushed my teeth,thinking how i finaly got my answer about if he feels the same. After last night, i was sure he does. As I stepped back in the room, i noticed an envelope sticking from under the rooms door. I took it of the floor, feeling something was inside. I opened it, and a feel of fright washed all over me. I quickly went for the door, wanting to check if i could see anyone near. As i opened the door, Jake was standing on the outside, holding two coffee cups and about to push the key into the lock. He had a smile on his face, wich was quickly replaced with worry. „Whats wrong?“ he asked as i stepped outside next to him, looking arround. „Did you see anyone?“ i asked starting to get agitated, „What?“ he said, and i repeated, sounding even more agitated now „Did you see anyone? As you wer coming back?“ „Maya, calm down.“ He told me, and i practically screamed at him „Jake, please, answer me!“ He looked at me really worried, grabing me by the hand, guiding me back inside, sitting me on the bed. I havent realized i was shaking, still holding that cursed envelope in my hand. Jake threw a blanket over me, taking the envelope from my hands. His face got grim when he saw the content of it. It was just one raven feather inside. But it was enough for that bad feeling to creep all over me again. „Is this some kind of a bad joke?“ i asked „Because if it is, i sure as hell dont find it funny.“ Jake looked at me, not being sure what to think „I dont know what this is, Maya.“ I shot up from the bed, blanket falling from my shoulders. „You said nothing will happen!“ i started, getting a bit histerical „This isnt nothing, Jake!“ „Maya, please, calm down.“ He told me, and i franaticaly started to walk back and forth through the room. „Calm down?“ i yelled „I cant, Jake! My life is tumbaling down in front of my eyes, and you want me to calm down?!“ „Maya, stop!“ he said, rising his voice a bit, but i just ignored it. „I cant calm down!“ i continued walking back and forth, sounding histerical. „Im terrified at the moment, Jake. I have no clue what the hell is going on here. Everything was going great at one moment, the next, all hell broke loose!“ I paused a bit to catch my breath. „Why is this happening? What does this all means? What..“ i didnt managed to finish, because Jake grabbed me, pulling me to him, and kissed me. I was so shocked by it, it took me a moment to realize what just happened. As it finaly did hit me, i relaxed a bit, my hands moving at the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. I stopped the kiss abruply, moving a bit from him, but still holding him loosely by the neck. He looked at me puzzled. „It wasnt supposed to be like this!“ i exclaimed, Jake being even more puzzeled now. „What are you talking about?“ he asked. „Our first kiss!“ i started „It wasnt suppose to be like this.“ I said again. „And how was it suppose to be?“ he asked, raising his eyebrow at me. „I dont know!“ i said confused myself „But definatly not like this, me being histerical, and you probably didnt know how to stop me, other then kissing me.“ My eyes opened wide then „Did you even wanted to kiss me?“ i asked, insecurity creeping to my voice. Jake looked at me, that unknow glow again present in his eyes, making me flush. He had one hand around my waist, and he moved the other slowely across my back to my neck „Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?“ he said, leaning in for another kiss. I smiled, and this time i was ready for that kiss, welcoming his soft lips on mine. I wanted this to happen for so long. I hugged him tightly, pulling him as close to me as i could, deepening the kiss. My hand went through his hair, another thing i longed to do. I bit gently at his lower lip, and he moaned softly at it. I got my leg up, wrapping it around him. He grabed me under my other leg, pulling me up, moving us towards the bed. We fell on the bed, not breaking our kiss. I felt heet all over my body. He moved his hand under my shirt, sending tingles all over me. I wanted to feel his skin on mine, so i broke our kiss, unzipping his hoodie and taking it off, then grabing his shirt, pulling it over his head. I took my shirt off, and i could see him soaking up every inch of me. I pulled him back to me, the warmth of his body intensifing my own heat. He burried his face at my neck, kissing, sucking and biting gently, moving slowly towards my belly, and this time i moande softly. He moved a bit from me, pulling my pants and panties down slowly, leaning back to me as he did it, kissing me fiercly. My hands wer all over him, and I moved them, searching for the zipper of his pants. He moaned as i touched him down there. He was ready, and it made me feel even more wild with desire. With his pants and boxers gone, i pulled closer, wrapping myself arround him. He kissed me fiercly again, before moving his head back to meet my eyes. He slowly pushed in, gasping breath escaping my mouth. His eyes flared at it, and he pushed in completly. He moved slow at first, intensifying the pace and depth with every heartbeat. My body arched under him, my nails digging deeper and harder at the skin of his back, moans of pleasure escaping us both. I felt as if my whole body was on fire, leaning my head back, my hand clenching tightly at the bed sheets as the orgasam hit me. He continued for a while, quickening his pace some more, as the pulsing pleasure continued to spread through me, and our panting breaths being the only sound heard after it.

Laying in bed with Jakes hands around me made me feel so calm. I could stay like this forever, forgeting the world outside exists. I felt safe with him, like nothing can touch me. I still couldnt belive it finaly happened. I dreamed of this moment for so long. I turned on my other side, facing him. His eyes wer closed, his hair ruffled even more then usual, wich made me giggle. „What you giggling at?“ he asked, his eyes still closed. „At you.“ i told him. He opened his eyes, looking at me sleepily. „Well, not you, more at your hair.“ He raised his eyebrow „And what's so funny about it?“ „It's messy! More then usual i mean.“ I told him, still smiling. „Well, i have you to thank for that.“ He said teasingly, pulling me for a kiss. „You're welcome.“ I said grining. He shook his head at me „You're impossible.“ „I know.“ I said grinning even more „But you like me nonetheless.“ His eyes sparkled „More then you can imagine.“ He pulled me to him, kissing me so fiercly, i got goosebums all over my body. I wraped myself around him, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss, his eyes flashing with devilish glow. „Round two?“ he asked, with heavy breath. I grined at him „Round two.“

I'v opened my eyes, laying on Jakes chest. We must have dozed off after everything. I got up slowely, not wanting to wake him. I grabed my shirt and panties from the floor, heading to the bathroom. I poured a glass of water, gulping it down, not realizing how thursty i was. I got dressed, poured some more water in the glass and went back to the room. Jake was sitting on the bed, with just his boxers on. „Can i have that?“ he asked me, indicating at the water i was holding. „Ofcourse.“ I smiled handing him the glass. „Better?“ i asked, after he finished it in a heartbeat. „Definatly.“ He smiled. I took the glass from him, turning to head back to refill it, but he pulled me back on the bed. I chuckled „You know, we cant stay in bed the whole day.“ „I know“ he said, burrying his face to my neck, kissing it „But five more minutes wont make a difference.“ I pushed him, roling him on the back, sittuating myself on him, and grinned „Five minutes is more then enough to start 'round three'.“ His eyes sparkled with desire „Would that be a bad thing?“ „Definatly not.“ I said, leaning at him for a kiss. I had to force myself hard to break that kiss. „But, if you havent forgotten, we actualy have some things to take care of.“ He groaned „Fine, you win.“ adding as he got himself in sitting position, with me still on him „This time.“ He gave me a soft kiss. „You do know you have to get off me, if you want me to get out of bed.“ He told me teasingly. „I know.“ I said „Im just contemplating if i should do it or not.“ He laughed „You just said we cant spend the whole day in bed.“ „I know, i know.“ I started, sighing „But just for the record, i reluclantly made that decision.“ „Noted.“ He said, getting up slowly from the bed, me sliding off him as he did. We just stood there, neither of us trying to move, staring at eachother. Something beeped from the desk. „The phone checking is done.“ Jake said, still not moving. „Mhm.“ Was all i replied. He looked at me, raising his eyebrow „Maya, if you dont want to end up back in bed, i suggest you stop teasing me.“ I was tempted by that, i had to force myself so hard to move from him. „Fine“ i groaned „But only because im curious about the phone.“ He smiled at me, giving me a peck on a cheek, taking his shirt from the floor and heading to the desk. He sat down checking his laptop, and I sat back on the bed, waiting for him to tell me the result. After few minutes he turned to me „Everything is fine with your phone.“ „Oh, i see.“ I said, a bit of desperation creeping to my voice. „You're not satisfied with that?“ he asked. „I dont know, Jake.“ I started „I was hoping you might find something, anything that would shed some light to all of this.“ „I can do one more thing.“ He said. „And what is that?“ „Well, i can connect to your incoming calls, again. Might be able to get the location of the caller that way.“ I didnt hesitate with my answer „Do it.“ „You sure?“ he asked. „Yes, Jake, its fine, go ahead.“ I told him, giving him a reasuring smile. „Allrigh, it wont take me long.“ He said, turning back to his laptop. „Ok, its done.“ He told me after a while „Now when someone calls, hopefully i'll be able to get the location from where the call was made.“ „So, now we wait. Again.“ I said, sighing desperatly. He came to sit next to me on the bed „Maya, i know this is frustrating, and i'm doing everything i can to help.“ „I know, and im grateful to you for this, dont get me wrong here, but all this waiting is driving me insane.“ „I get it“ he said, his look full of compassion. „Tell me what i can do, how to make you feel better?“ I looked at him, his eyes showing me he would do whatere it takes for me. „You've allready done so much. Just by being here with me, I feel ten times better.“ I would do anything for you, Maya.“ „I know.“ I hugged him, giving him a soft kiss. His stomach made a strange sound then, and i started laughing. „That was...unexpected.“ I said, chuckling. „Hey, what to say“ he started teasingly „You worn me out woman! Im actualy starving.“ „I could eat myself, definitely.“ I said, smiling at him. „Guess we should go grab some food then.“ „Or, we could just order something here again.“ He said, with that devilish glow in his eyes. „Hmm, i like that idea better.“ I said, grining, and he pulled me to him, embracig me in a hug.

#duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfic

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shoutingdeku · 3 years

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How to learn you’re in love with your best friend and then immediately misunderstand it

By Todoroki Shouto (with Kaminari Denki’s help)

warning: there’s some sexual talk here because i wanted to explore just how oblivious todoroki could be, even as a grown ass adult, about his feelings and how to interpret some quite frankly obvious things (such as bros dont wanna fuck their bros, todoroki you dumb bitch)

“But, here’s the thing!” Kaminari’s voice carries over their group with electrifying precision. Even those who aren’t paying attention turn to look over at him. He’s suddenly the center of attention of the group, although his attention is still focused on Bakugou in front of him.

“What,” Bakugou grumbles, eyes squinted.

“That is absolute no way of truly knowing if he’s your true bro, Bakubro.” Kaminari has a way of looking from over the top of his glasses that makes his eyes look mischievous, even if he still smiles like they are middle schoolers with crushes on their teachers.

Distantly, it makes Todoroki remember of all the times Kaminari, along with Sero and sometimes Kirishima, bothered him about his school crushes and who of their friends was going to turn into the hottest girl. Up close, it just reminds Todoroki once more why he never replied to their constant questioning. Why he still doesn’t. Kaminari is a storm brewing and Todoroki is glad he isn’t right in the middle of it.

Bakugou, on the other hand, is famous for always jumping head first and caution later.

“You think me and Kirishima having matching tattoos isn’t enough proof I tolerate him?” Bakugou asks, his jaw so clenched it is a wonder he can even form words.

“No,” Kaminari replies, still looking from above his glasses, still smiling innocently.

Beside Bakugou, Kirishima protests at Kaminari at the same time he holds Bakugou back from getting up from his chair. Around them, a couple of patrons look back at their antics, reticent from the aggressive stance Bakugou always gives.

“Hey, man, not cool,” Kirishima starts. It could either be a reply to Kaminari or Bakugou, but Todoroki isn’t sure anymore. Possibly both.

“No, listen,” Kaminari straightens up, hands thrown behind his back in a careless move. It is familiar enough that it works its magic and deflates Bakugou tension. He falls back against Kirishima’s hands holding back his arm. “The true test of friendship,” a huff of air escapes his mouth, and if his antics aren’t proof enough he isn’t up to no good, that moment alone is, “is knowing exactly which position you’d fuck your bro in.”

Chaos. Sero lets out a laugh so loud that a group of people from a couple tables away turn and stare at them. Kirishima lets go of Bakugou’s arm so quickly that it seems he’s on fire. Considering the color of Bakugou’s cheeks, it’s a possibility. They match Kirishima’s own as well.

Besides Kaminari, Shinsou groans and hides his face in his hands. Iida is gesticulating with his hands so hard there’s a possibility he invented a new form of sign language. In between hand chops and glass pushes, he lectures their group about appropriate language and loud noises in public spaces, nevermind that his irresolute commentary only adds to the overall noise of Sero’s and Kaminari’s laughter, as well as Bakugou’s renewed screaming.

Shouto is ready to reply, at least to try and calm Iida down, when the words actually register in his brain. He frowns.

They are all young adults. Sex isn’t anything shameful to hide at or an unowable fantasy land as it was when they were teenagers. Shouto has had his experience before, but so far as he knows, nothing compared to Kaminari.

Of course, Kaminari does have a tendency to extrapolate his tales and Todoroki is well aware. He is also well aware that one too many tales were too detailed not to be real.

So that brings the second point: not only is Kaminari experienced, but he’s also had his moments of true brilliance. Todoroki would never disregard one of his ideas without at least considering it.

He tunes everyone out and rolls with the idea. There’s nothing particularly dirty about the thought itself, but rather a mix between intimacy and knowledge of their group of friends.

Take Sero, for example. It is quite obvious he would be into bondage. Not only has Todoroki noticed once what suspiciously looked like friction burns on his wrists before, but the one time they needed help to knot a rope for Kirishima’s surprise birthday party, Sero stepped in like a professional. So. Sero likes bondage. Todoroki can’t think of much of anything besides that. It makes sense considering they aren’t that close.

Then comes Kaminari. All Todoroki’s brain can come up with is “there would be a lot of laughter and possibly a lot of experimenting”. Maybe a bit of hair pulling. Nothing that would cement their friend as realness through the sex bonds of brotherhood.

Shinsou would possibly also involve bondage. Possibly dirty talk. He looks sombre and mild, but there’s absolutely nothing mild about him. Not when he’s tried so hard all his life to get past his looks and history to get wherever he set his mind to, using his voice and wits and hard work whenever necessary.

Kirishima looks like vanilla and bitey and too much up Bakugou’s alley for Todoroki to ever even consider it. Even looking at him right now, calming down Bakugou and reluctantly laughing at Kaminari’s bragging seems too much like something he wouldn’t try to meddle with. There was once a time Todoroki wasn’t aware of their oblivious, mutual pining, but Uraraka’s determination and Izuku’s flawless logic proved bullet point by bullet point that the two of them are pining for each other for quite some time now. Too long a time, if Todoroki could say. Two years later and Todoroki can still see the brightness of both Uraraka’s and Midoriya’s eyes as they explained what had never before even crossed his mind as if it was the most obvious truth of the planet. Todoroki wonders what else could he be missing without an impromptu presentation from his friends.

Lastly, there is Iida and Bakugou themselves.

Iida is definitely too easy. Either proper, careful, wholesome sex, or too kinky and wild to process with a side of controlling. Todoroki is too afraid to even consider which position he’d prefer.

And Bakugou is too easy to pinpoint. Ass up and shoving his face down as the actual brat he is.

Todoroki remembers one too many times Bakugou had grumbled they weren’t friends, right before acting like a long-time friend would. It kind of unsettles Todoroki to realize that Kaminari’s proposal seems to be true, when out of all the people on the table Bakugou is the one he can pinpoint exactly how he’d fuck.

He opens his mouth to explain his findings when the chair beside him is pulled back and Midoriya sits on it again.

“Sorry,” he whispers, “I found a colleague on another table over there and took my time before getting back. What are they arguing about? All I could hear was Sero’s laughter and Bakugou’s screams, so, you know, the usual.”

And just like that, Todoroki’s world turns.

There is nothing out of the ordinary in Midoriya’s looks. It is the same clothes he had come in with, it is the same sheepish smile he always gives when he wants to understand something he doesn’t know yet. The same shine is his green eyes, the same freckles. Nothing out of place from the many years they sat side by side and that Todoroki turned to look at him.

It is, however, a very new feeling of looking into his friend’s eyes and knowing, without a doubt, that you’d beg him to ride you harder while you’re sitting in his office chair, arms bound behind your back and neck strained up to ask for more kisses, or bites, or anything he’s willing to give.

It is a very new knowledge that he would, without a doubt, try any and all positions with Izuku. Twice. Just so they’re sure which one is the best one yet. And somehow he still thinks having Izuku on top would be his favorite one. Because that would be the best way to admire his best friend.

He turns to Kaminari with a new understanding in his face and the appreciation of the surprising genius of his friend.

“By your logic then it means Midoriya is indeed my best friend. I guess it makes sense. Thank you for sharing, Kaminari-san.”

Todoroki doesn’t quite understand why suddenly the whole table is screaming or laughing at him, but he guesses it just confirms there’s no friend for him like Midoriya.

#i'm sorry this is so dumb but i couldn't stop seeing this is my head and i needed to write it down somewhere #tododeku #todoizu #tddk #i mean let's be real the chances of me actually writing this whole fic is like #29% on a good die #*day but this typo was too good to let it pass #also this is unbeated i just wanted to vomit write it and give birth to see if my writing demon left me alone #i live for oblivious todoroki with the most insane conclusions to ordinary stuff #i mean who hasnt thought about how they would raw their friends right todoroki #you dumbshit #i love u icyhot #also kaminari is my spirit animal and i will stand by all his decisions ever

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