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CAME UP WITH A NEW FIC IDEA LMAOOO
It's ryuki it's ore journal centric it is SO fucking silly
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prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 2. (read part 1 here)
tags: dubcon
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There’s a photo of you taped up on the inside of his locker.
The glimpse you catch of it is quick. Not like you aren’t meant to see it, but more like Johnny’s so unconcerned with whether you see it or not that he doesn’t bother to make a show of it. Just reaches into his locker to grab his lunch and shuts it while you’re still gaping at the polaroid of someone that looks suspiciously like you in your store uniform. You hear someone clear their throat and you glance up, flinching when you meet Johnny’s eyes.
“Missing me already?” he teases, winking. “I’ll be back on the floor as soon as possible. ‘Promise, hen.”
“It’s not—”
He’s already out the door and on the way to the lunchroom before you’re able to get the rest of your sentence out.
Johnny seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re about to spurn his advances. Any other day he would have stuck around to listen to the rest of your sentence, but when he has an inkling that those words will be tinged by the flavour of rejection, he’s quick to book it. You privately have to admit it’s not a terrible strategy. It’s not often that you’re able to get the words out.
It’s one of those rare shifts where you’re clocking in later than Johnny, missing his lunch break. Small mercies. It doesn’t mean much because your schedules still overlap a significant amount, but it does mean that you won’t be forced to choke down your lunch while Johnny sits opposite you at the lunch table and stares you down the entire half hour.
“Wait, that was so fucking cute,” someone says from behind you. You turn on your heel to find a coworker staring at Johnny’s locker, properly enchanted by whatever she saw. Practically swooning.
“What is?”
“Didn’t you see the picture he has of you? In his locker?” She says it with emphasis, giving you a significant look.
“Yeah…I…don’t you think it’s a bit…like, weird?” you ask her, making sure to keep your voice low in case Johnny is still around the corner. You can’t help the way you glance down the hallway.
She frowns. “It’s cute. He’s like, smitten with you. I’ve never seen him with a crush on anyone before and I’ve worked with him for over a year. I think it’s kind of nice. Do you not like him or something?”
“Well, I just…we aren’t even dating and I think…I think he even has a photo of me as his lock screen—”
“Because if you aren’t interested in him, you should let him down now. It’s not fair of you to just string him along, you know. He’s a really good guy.”
You’re not sure about the whole good guy thing. Johnny acts like a nice guy most of the time, but you’ve had the unfortunate luck in getting to experience the other side of him.
The problem lies in the fact that Johnny is, you think, a genuinely likeable guy to everyone else. It’s not like your coworkers are all collectively wrong in their opinion of him—he really is an excellent coworker. A good sport, a funny guy; he lends a hand whenever someone needs help. He helped Jeff move two weeks ago, drove Daryl to the airport last Saturday, and looked after Sonya’s cat while she was away on vacation that one time.
It’s with you that his good-time nature evaporates; his lazy, drawled predilection for joking around and indulging himself and others in a good ribbing replaced by a weird, manufactured kindness. Almost sickly sweet. He lays it on so thick around others that they think you experience the same friendship with Johnny that the rest of them get to enjoy.
Not so.
None of them catch the way he’s always hovering, always staring at you. Eyes half-lidded; bedroom eyes in the middle of your shift, in the middle of the workplace.
None of your coworkers are around when you’re at the register one day and Johnny takes his break to make a couple purchases, coming to your cash with a basket full of chocolate, wine, condoms, body butter, and batteries. No one except him notices the way you pause at the last item.
“Dinnae ken if your vibrator was rechargeable or not,” he says when you look at him funny, a big grin stretched across his face. Blue eyes gleaming almost feverishly. “Thought I’d be prepared either way.”
You scan his items in silence. When you hand him his bag, you try not to shudder when he purposefully glances his hand over yours.
Worse are the days when Johnny comes in as a customer, the days when he’s off the schedule. When he shouldn’t even be at the store at all. No one notices the way he pesters you the entire time he’s in the store, insisting on you helping him with his purchases. If a coworker does happen to notice his presence (and how could they not when he’s such a formidable presence in any room, when he almost glows from the energy stockpiled in his body with nowhere else to go), he’ll make polite conversation, just long enough to not seem rude, before shifting his attention back to you.
His conversation borders on interrogation. He asks you about your childhood and your friends and whether you have a partner or any previous partners. He makes you follow him to the bed section where he tries out all the mattresses and then asks you increasingly inappropriate questions like what mattress you have, what it feels like, how you sleep at night, what you wear to bed.
When you rebuff him one too many times, he’s not shy about telling you off.
“Ye just need a good fuck ta sort ye out,” Johnny snarls when you brush off another invite out to lunch one day. It’s not often that he loses his temper with you, so his anger makes your eyes widen, your pulse pick up. During morning shift assignments, he’d corralled your manager into pairing the two of you up on curbside pick-up orders, meaning that you’ve been stuck with him for hours, nowhere else to go.
“Excuse me?” you say, voice going up a decibel.
He leans across the front of the cart loaded with flowerpots and gardening tools. “I get it, hen. No one at home ta play with your pussy, huh? No choice but ta come into work all pent up and frustrated—”
“This is in like, the outer Hebrides of ‘none of your business’—”
“—clit’s probably all swollen too. Fuck.” He breathes out heavily through his nose, eyes darkening. “No wonder you’re always pissed off. I’d be too if I dinnae have a little replacement pussy at home.”
“You’re the reason I’m upset in the first place, Johnny.”
“Aw, I ken, bonnie,” he says with a pout, eyebrows slanting down like he really, truly pities you, the gesture immediately contradicted by his next words. “Promise I’ll make it better. Wanna meet outside my truck in a half hour?”
You storm off before it comes to blows. Not that it’d ever be a fair fight. Johnny would probably hold you away with his palm against your head while you swung at him uselessly. You try not to think of that too often. Of him toying with you. Most of your interactions feel like that these days. Like he’s a big cat holding your tail down when you try to scramble away.
When you beg your manager to switch shift assignments, the look you get could wilt flowers. It’s not completely your fault, even if your request is a bit inconveniencing. Johnny has your coworkers and management so wrapped around his finger that no one can even hazard a guess as to why you might be uncomfortable around him.
It’s the only reason you haven’t complained to HR yet. There are channels and protocols for dealing with his behaviour, but watching people practically trip over themselves to please him reminds you that the likeliest outcome would be them transferring you to another store. It just doesn’t seem worth it.
You don’t think about how frazzled his words leave you for the rest of your shift. You don’t think about it because there’s nothing to think about.
You know from the second that your manager reassigns you to women’s apparel that you’ve probably made a mistake. Customers buzz around you like gnats, like swarms of flies, and it’s only natural that you’d be compelled to swat a few. You hold on to the fraying edges of your patience with little finesse. About halfway through your shift, you get a stern talking to from your floor supervisor and put on an extra long break. You’re no less irritated when you get back though, somehow still agitated and snappy.
Big hands clamp over your shoulders and squeeze like he’s giving you a massage, thumbs digging into the grooves of your upper back. He ignores the way you tense up.
“Hen, you’re making the customers uncomfortable with all your huffin’ and puffin’,” he whispers into your ear, a light chuckle falling out with his words. Amused by your attitude this time instead of ticked off. “If ye want, I could take ye ta the back room ta loosen ye up a bit. Make your day a little better. Dinnae think anybody will even notice if we dip away for a bit—’sides management will probably send me a gift basket if ye come back perky after a good shag.”
You shrug him off to go clock out, ignoring the way he chuckles as you storm off. No one knows if you go home and wear out the battery in your vibrator while thinking about Johnny’s words. Thinking about Johnny guiding you to his truck with a palm flat on your low back, pinkie teasing just under the waistband of your pants, before laying you out across the backseat and climbing on top of you.
You come when you think about how he’d have to keep the door open to fuck you in his car.
Unfortunately, you’re more than familiar with his sweet side as well.
On your birthday, he comes in early with a sheet cake and organizes the employees so that the breakroom is dark when you come in. The entire staff is there when you switch on the lights, shouting your name and happy birthday, decked out in party hats and blowing into noisemakers.
It catches you off guard. Hits you right in the solar plexus and leaves you winded. You stand in the middle of the room like you’re under a spotlight and that spotlight is Johnny’s stare burning a hole in your head. For once, it doesn’t rankle. It leaves you feeling light, feathery, like floating down to earth. A coworker hands you a noisemaker and you smile until your eyes crinkle when you blow into it.
You’re in a good enough mood that you don’t argue when he insists on sitting beside you. He got you the cake after all. Maybe it’s the least he deserves. Your goodwill lasts until Johnny tries to feed you a piece of cake with his fork; he winds up getting cake smushed all over your cheek when you turn your head away.
“Johnny, ‘m not a baby,” you complain, wrinkling your nose when cake and icing slide down your face. “I can feed myself. This is so gross.”
“Shucks, hen, lemme get that. Shouldnae have turned your head,” Johnny curses, leaning over to scoop it off with his fingers. He holds them out to you, an offering. “Here ye go, kitty.”
You stare, horrified, until he shrugs like ‘suit yourself’ and pops them into his own mouth. Then drags the same spit covered fingers over your cheek again to keep cleaning you up.
You can tell that it’s hopeless to complain by the way your coworkers giggle and gossip, eyes drawn to the two of you. Maybe it would be better if you were transferred. You only have so many ‘I’m not his work wife’s left in you. Something’s bound to give. You have a sneaking suspicion that it’s going to be you.
On the walk to your car after your shift, which Johnny insists on doing like he does every time the two of you work a closing shift together, he jokingly asks if you’ve gotten your birthday spanks. He says it in that same awkward joking tone, just a bit too excited, staring at you too eagerly. Unblinking. Tuts his tongue when you tell him you’ve never heard of that before.
You jolt and squeak at the pop on your ass when he insists on opening the door to your car and helping you in. The betrayed look you shoot him hardly penetrates through his shit-eating grin.
“See ye tomorrow, kitty,” Johnny calls out, walking backwards away from you to where his truck is parked just a few spots away from yours. You think he would’ve parked right next to you if you hadn’t chosen a spot conveniently between two other cars. “More where that came from.”
Your hands shake against the steering wheel your whole drive home. Dreading tomorrow’s shift.
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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
Steve Harrington x Reader • Includes breeding kink, semi-public sex • this one is short & sweet, but spicy too 😉 enjoy!
Steve’s hand reaches for you under the table, his fingers slipping beneath your skirt. You glance at him sitting beside you, as he continues to smile and chat with your guests while his index finger strokes your thigh.
You know what Steve’s up to, the message he’s silently conveying. A glance at his wristwatch confirms your suspicions; 2 PM. Steve’s right on schedule. It’s time for him to breed you.
Because you planned to have friends over today, you assumed Steve would put aside the ‘routine,’ you’d both become accustomed to. Every day at 2PM, and every evening before bed (usually around 10 or 11 PM) Steve makes love to you. His goal, and yours, is to have you pregnant as soon as possible.
When you’d first told him your desire for children a few months ago, Steve had been absolutely insatiable. He’d ask you for sex several times a day, occasionally fucking you up to five separate instances in one twenty-four hour period. That first week was absolutely exhausting; you loved Steve’s enthusiasm, how totally onboard he was with the idea of having a child. But the amount of sex Steve requested was unrealistic in terms of the toll it took on your body.
By the end of that first week, you’d been fucked so often you could hardly walk. Steve was a gentle, considerate lover; but with a cock as big as his, and the way he threw everything he had into the task of fucking a baby into you, the impact on your body was too much. You both settled on a routine that cut the amount of sex in half, so your body could recover in between.
With guests over today, you assumed Steve would forgo the usual routine. But here he is, slipping his hand between your thighs…all while conversing with your guests as if nothing is happening beneath the table…
Steve chuckles at a funny joke told by a friend seated across from you, as his index finger slides under the waist of your panties. You shift in your chair, forcing yourself not to whimper as Steve gently massages your clit. How can he act so normal? you wonder, as if he isn’t playing with your pussy mere inches away from your group of friends?
Steve’s boldness, the dirtiness of what he’s doing, has your clit plumping to meet his touch. It somehow feels dangerous…and you don’t want him to stop.
You twist and turn in your seat, trying to keep the pleasure between your legs from reaching your face. You nod politely at your guests, biting your lower lip as needed to keep from moaning.
The pressure inside you builds and builds as Steve’s fingers rub mercilessly over your clit. You’re sure that if he keeps going any longer, you’re going to orgasm right there at the table, in front of everyone. But Steve senses how close you are, and removes his hand from your panties, leaving you throbbing and frustrated.
“Excuse me for a minute, will you?” he smiles at your guests. As Steve rises to leave, he turns so his crotch is hidden behind your chair. “I need to see you about something,” he whispers at your ear, and walks out of the room.
You excuse yourself as well, and follow behind Steve like a lovesick puppy. As soon as he gets you into the hallway, Steve takes your hand and pulls you with him into the bathroom. You can hear your friends talking beyond the door as Steve closes it behind him and turns the lock. His hand closes over the back of your neck. Steve bends you forward over the sink, working his belt and pants undone as you hurriedly tug up your skirt.
He kneels down and kisses your ass. Steve’s teeth nip your flesh just slightly, making you shiver. He raises up and uses one hand to yank your drenched panties to the side, and guides his cock between your lips in one abrupt thrust.
Steve grunts into your hair as he aggressively humps you, his hand sliding around your throat to hold you in place. The moan that leaves your lips is loud and wanton; Steve slides his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. You cling to the edge of the sink, your belly pressed against the cold ceramic. Steve’s free hand closes over your breast, groping you tenderly, your nipple perking against his palm.
Your climax ripples through you in powerful waves. You come moaning Steve’s name into his hand as it stays clamped over your mouth, your pussy sucking and milking his cock. Steve slams his hips forward, emptying his seed against your cervix with a low groan of relief.
He carefully pulls out of you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror. Steve fixes your panties, and his hair, then unlocks the door with a wink in your direction. “Run along now and be a good host,” he tells you, cheekily smacking your ass. “Our guests are waiting...”
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hiii can you do enha finding out you have a crush on them from one of the members
“R U FR?” - enhypen reaction to finding out you’re in love with them
a/n: i am so sorry this took a million years BUT HERE IT IS :3 I ALSO DIDNT KNOW HOW TO TITLE THIS SO I HOPE PPL READ THE ASK LMAO
warnings- nothing- fluff, reader uses she/her
MASTERLIST
🥯jungwon… he was working on some lyrics for a song that he wanted to write. he never really took part in something like this directly so it was new to him. and he was struggling.
“jay… i don’t know what to write, it’s a love song! i’m struggling.” he leaned his head on the desk and watched as jay messed with the different knobs on his guitar.
“ask y/n she’s like in love with you.” jay mumbled without thinking, he shot his head up and looked at jungwon who also shot up.
jungwon slowly turned to jay, “are you… being honest with me?”
his older brother sat awkwardly, “ummm if i said yes?”
almost immediately jungwon got up and called you asking your location, if he had to run to you he would. and he was going to.
🥨heeseung… he sat on his back in the practice room singing to himself. he took up extra practices for the next upcoming comeback and you had left a couple hours ago after dropping him off lunch. he was so thankful for you and it made him smile to himself. around 4am riki walked in and sat down next to heeseung.
“dude it smells like body odor and noodles in here what the fuck did you do?” riki asked between laughs
heeseung sat up and rolled his eyes, “it smells like noodles because y/n dropped me off food.”
riki scoffed, “when did she drop off the food? i didn’t see her.”
heeseung leaned back again, “couple hours ago, around 1am.”
“1AM???? damn she really is in love with you hah!” riki froze right after the words came out of his mouth. god he spoils everything.
“wh-what??” heeseung looked at him wide eyed, ears pink.
riki immediately got up and ran out, leaving heeseung to sit in the practice room alone blushing.
🥐jay… you had a rough couple weeks due to family stuff and jay felt bad. you were a really close friend of his and he hated seeing you so upset. to make you feel better jay started cooking you your favorite meal. he was in the kitchen cooking and planning out his day so he can drop it off to you while it’s still warm. he was mumbling to himself when jake walked in.
“is this dinner?” jake asked, sitting on the counter. jay looked at him.
“1 get your ass off the counter, and 2 no, it’s for y/n, it’s her favorite.”
jake looked at the food, “this is a lot to give her.”
jay nodded, “i’m hoping it’ll last her a few days, it’s been rough for her lately.”
“i’m sure her just seeing you will make her feel better, she talks about you all the time yaknow?” jake said mindlessly, ass still sat on the counter.
jay nodded and hummed without thinking. jake thought he was ignoring him so he wanted to test it, “she’s in love with you.”
jay’s eyes widened and he almost dropped the wooden spoon, he looked over at jake and smacked him with it, “that’s not funny and i told you get your ass off the counter!”
🧇jake… he was waiting for you to come over to the dorm. you needed help on an essay and jake had free time so he offered to help you. he also loved to keep his skills sharp so he lived vicariously through your university work. he was frantically cleaning his room when sunoo walked in.
“oh you’re finally cleaning your room?” sunoo spoke leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed.
jake looked up at him, “yeah y/n is coming over, it needs to be clean i don’t want her to be grossed out by me.”
sunoo scoffed, “she’s seen you laugh so hard snot comes out of your nose and she’s still in love with you.”
jake stopped mid throw, his paper ball not landing in the trash, “wait what?”
sunoo laughed, throwing his head back, “oh nothing!” before walking to his own room. jake was suddenly hyper aware of his messy room and the time. you were going to arrive any minute and he was sweating nervously.
🥞sunghoon… he was getting dressed up to meet you for coffee. you were actually in town for the week so he wanted to see you again. you had been busy with classes and work and just life in general. so sunghoon wanted to take you out for froyo, he was buttoning up his coverup and putting on cologne when heeseung entered the bathroom.
“do you have a date today or something?” heeseung looked at him, eyebrows rising.
sunghoon shook his head no, “just taking y/n out for ice cream.”
heeseung now looked at him funny, “are you sure it’s not a date? she likes you a lot yaknow, like love love.”
“what? what do you mean!?” sunghoon flipped around to look at him, “do i look okay? is it too much? should i change? wait she’s in love with me?!”
heeseung left the bathroom after tapping him on the shoulder and a small good luck.
🍞sunoo… you and sunoo were having your monthly movie nights. it used to be weekly but since he became an idol he gets busy a lot. but you were willing to wait the once a month for these movie nights and for him. you were knocked out on the couch in the dorm and sunoo walked to the hall closet to get you an extra blanket. jay walked past him but stopped, jay knew you were going to confess to sunoo today. he was the one who told you to
“did y/n talk to you yet?”
sunoo smiled to himself, “we always talk, why?”
“so are you guys together now or?”
sunoo looked at him a little confused. jay yawned and stretched a bit, he was half asleep as he started walking again, “she was supposed to confess how she’s been in love with you for years. guess she forgot to.”
sunoo walked back quickly to you practically shaking you awake after that. he loved you just as much as you loved him, and sleep was not going to get in the way of that.
🍰riki… you were in the shower in the dorm. on the way home from a cafe it started pouring which led to you getting soaked. riki knew you were bad with the cold so he immediately shoved you in the bathroom with a change of warm clothes. not wanting you to get sick, then he walked to his room to make sure it was tidy and had enough blankets for you both.
jake was already in his room though, “what’re you doing in here?”
jake looked up, “looking for the ipad, where is it?”
riki blinked, “i need it you can’t have it right now.” he started rearranging the blankets on his bed. jake looked at him, jaw agape.
“what the hell for what?! give it!”
riki looked back at him, “you’re acting like you’re the child.” jake started searching riki’s desk.
“hey! cut it out! me and y/n are watching a movie after she gets out of the shower!” riki said and smacked him with a pillow.
jake stopped and his grin widened, “ohhhhhhhhhhh okay then never mind, if you and your girlfriend wanna watch a movie then i’m good i’ll just use heeseung’s pc.”
riki’s ears turned pink, “she’s not my girlfriend…” never in his life was he going to tell you his feelings for you.
“what really? i heard her talking on the phone the other day about how much she was in love with you? huh… maybe i heard wrong.” at that jake got up and left and almost immediately you entered the room. you looked at riki who was pink all over.
“ummm are you okay? do you have a fever?”
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I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) pt. 3
a nice long update for ya ♡ part 1 part 2
cw: internalized homophobia and projecting internalized homophobia (from an oc)
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June 1996, Chicago
Steve's first steps into his living room are not met with silence and sunshine; in fact, he is met with two surprises.
The first being Eddie Munson still in his apartment.
Steve rubs the tired out of his eyes, squishing his palm into his lids in hopes of shaking out a morning delusion. He is proven unsuccessful..
His second surprise is that Eddie is awake, staring at Steve in high alert, blankets folded neatly (he must have scrounged around for them in the night, not that Steve minds), sitting patiently as if he has been waiting for hours for Steve's arrival.
If the second surprise hadn't happened, Steve might have excused the first. See, Eddie, in all the years he had known him, had been anything but an early riser, usually choosing to sleep the day away. So if he had been asleep still, Steve might have let him being in his apartment slide.
Steve ponders how he doesn't really know Eddie anymore, so he shouldn't actually be surprised.
Eddie clears his throat, "So, how about that talk?"
Steve has to resist shutting his eyes to relish in the sound of Eddie's deep timbre. His voice has grown scratchy over the years—from singing or cigarettes, Steve can't be sure. It feels like coming home, either way, to have his voice brush over him.
Instead, Steve clears his throat back. "Don't have time; maybe try again in another five years." He moves to the kitchen to start making their morning drinks—hot coffee with cream for Robin and an iced dirty chai for Steve.
When Dustin had been working at a cafe back when he was in college, he made Steve try all of their new drinks. Surprisingly his favorite became a dirty chai—something which Robin finds hilarious.
Steve grabs the chipped green mug from the cabinet and begins pouring Robin's coffee. It had already been hot and ready in the pot, which probably meant Eddie had prepped it for him. Steve doesn't comment.
Eddie huffs through his nose, "C'mon Stevi—Steve. It's ten in the morning on a Saturday. You can't tell me you're busy right now."
Steve has to resist slamming Robin's mug down on the counter, already having being put together after the 1994 incident, he doesn't want to face her wrath.
Gently placing it on the counter, Steve turns. "Actually, I have somewhere to be at twelve, not that you need to know that. And don't act like you know what's going on in my life, Munson."
Eddie smiles, a little laugh escapes him. God, it is like a fucking drug after years of being sober that laugh. Steve wants to beg him for another hit, even though he knows it's bad for him.
With the smile never leaving his face, Eddie raises his hands. "Okay, okay. You're right."
"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny." Steve huffs.
Eddie's face softens, "Sorry, just even though you're mad at me. You're talking to me, and shit, sweetheart. I would take that over silence any day. It's nice to hear your voice."
Steve has to force himself to keep his shoulders tense, wanting to sag into Eddie. He's still mad at him, furious even. But some part of him agrees deep down, this is nice.
He can never let Eddie know that.
"Fuck off, Munson. I have shit to do. I'm sure you're too busy anyway."
Eddie shakes his head, hair falling in front of his face. "No, trust me I have nothing else going on. The band is on hiatus. And even if we weren't, trust me when I say this is exactly where I am supposed to be right now."
Steve can't help the snort that comes out of him, "Funny you're asking me to trust you, asshole. That went out the door with your bags five years ago."
Eddie flinches back, "Okay, I deserve that one."
Steve doesn't mention to Eddie how he knows his band has been on hiatus for over a year now. How he's kept up on the band, even after Eddie left. How he is curious why they went on hiatus at all, they have two successful albums, and supposedly were working on their third, when suddenly they all decided it was time for a break.
Peak of their career, and they chose silence. Normally, a horrible career move, but it seems it makes the rock community want them even more.
Steve can understand that partially. When it comes to Eddie, you can't help but want more, even when he disappears without a trace.
"I got to go get ready. Seriously, Munson. I know you think I don't mean it when I say leave. I think you're stuck on the Steve from five years ago, and how the Steve from then wouldn't really mean it. But this is the Steve now. And Steve from now means it when he says, get the fuck out. Go find someone else who could actually use your presence, like Dustin. God knows the kid deserves a phone call."
Eddie opens his mouth to protest, but doesn't get to chance to say his peace, Steve's already on his way back to his bedroom with their drinks in hand.
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Steve is running late.
It's not his fault, he has a fucking ghost haunting his living room, and it takes him ten times longer to work around it. Robin tells him to cancel his lunch, but Steve doesn't, even though she's right.
Robin's always right.
Steve can't help but feel a little smug when thinking back to leaving his apartment, though. He looks good, wearing his nicest Levi's and soft white button-up. Steve had made sure to keep the top few buttons undone, showing off his gold necklaces that landed perfectly on his exposed chest hair.
For Drew, of course, not for Eddie.
Still, Steve knows he looks good. So when he leaves his apartment and Eddie doesn't even bother to try to talk to him again because he is just too busy staring at Steve.
Steve makes it to the restaurant only five minutes late. It would have been on time if it had been in his athletic prime.
Resturant, Steve realizes, is a bit of a stretch. It appears to be a cafe--but not one of those cozy ones with crazy colors and a fun name. No, this cafe is incredibly fancy. Everything is so sleek and high up, the name in an Italian word he'll have to asked Robin to translate later.
Steve looks around the cafe in a huff, realizing Drew is nowhere to be found. He is momentarily flooded with relief, knowing he has beaten Drew to the cafe.
Steve finds a table in a corner and waits. His brief relief is quickly swept away into annoyance as he sits there for minutes with no signs of Drew.
It takes another thirty minutes, before Drew is finally at the cafe.
"Sorry, I'm late, baby." He says breath even. Steve knows he was in no rush to be here on time. He doesn't move to kiss Steve, not on the cheek and certainly not on the mouth. Drew isn't one for PDA, or so he says. Instead, he smooths down his dark blue Armani suit and sits across from Steve.
"You know, you could give me a kiss. I haven't seen you in a week." Steve decides to move past his being late; there is no point in arguing. If it had been him, Steve is sure he would never hear the end of it.
"Sweetheart..." Drew whispers and brushes his hand against Steve's knee. Steve's lip twitches; he doesn't like it when Drew calls him that. "You know it isn't safe to do that."
Steve wants to throw Drew's hand off of him, but he doesn't. It's always like this between them, Steve wants more, and Drew pulls back. It's beginning to feel tiresome, this game between them. They have been dating for a year and have made no progress in public. Steve's lucky Robin gets to know, seeing as basically no one else in either of their lives knows about each other. For Steve, everyone knows of Drew but not his name. For Drew, Steve is almost sure no one even knows he's gay.
Steve wants to hit himself for the thought. It's unfair of him to put these expectations on Drew, everyone comes out at their own pace. He would be a hypocrite if he pushed him; it had taken him nineteen years to figure out he was bisexual. Took Eddie leaving for him to come out to anyone other than Robin.
It feels different somehow with Drew, though. Like this isn't him scared to come out, but more like Drew doesn't actually see a future with Steve. It had taken them six months to even label themselves as boyfriends, moving from late-night booty calls to watching a movie together in Steve's living room in the middle of a Tuesday.
Steve rubs his temples instead of smacking Drew's hand away. Steve feels tired of this cycle. He knows this is the best he's going to get when it comes to dating. With women, they often want him to admit that he was experimenting, wanting to shun parts of himself away. That or they are convinced he's gay. Well, he is, but it's more than that, and they don't seem to get it.
With men, it's the opposite problem. Either they need him to admit being bisexual is just something he used to make himself feel better, or they are only looking for a quick hookup.
Hookups are nice, but approaching thirty, Steve wants something real and is perhaps sick of finding out the man he brings home from the bar is married.
He knows this is the best he's going to get.
"Maybe if we met a cafe in my neighborhood, we could be a bit more affectionate. The one down the block has a rainbow flag and everything."
Drew scrunches his nose, "Why do that when we can get nice coffee like this?"
Steve doesn't point out that neither Drew nor himself has ordered coffee. Steve can't afford the coffee here, and Drew was late. "I think that's your way of saying where I live isn't nice."
Drew grabs his hand under the table, "No, babe, I don't want to fight today. I've missed you."
Steve feels bad; he has missed Drew. Despite their ups and downs (and Robin's grumbles), Steve does care for him. "You're right, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Besides, I did want to have lunch for a reason." Drew smiles brightly. Steve can't help but stare for a minute. It's no surprise what hooked Steve the first moment they met at the club. He is a classic kind of handsome. Wavy brown hair cut to look proper, a shiny white smile, piercing blue eyes. Nothing about him is soft, he is full of sharpness that takes you from across the room.
He's the kind of guy Steve's parents would have loved if they were okay with Drew being a guy—if Steve was even talking to them at all.
"Oh yes, you've got me on the edge of my seat." Steve jokes.
Drew gives him a charming smile, "There's my funny guy."
Steve rolls his eyes.
"So I have a big question for you..."
Steve freezes up; oh no. Here it comes. The talk, the let's move into together speech. One he'll have to turn down. No one ever gets it. How he can't live without Robin. Literally and physically.
"....so Greg says there's an opening and I think you'd be a great fit."
Steve shakes himself out of his thoughts, "What?"
Drew levels him with a look. "A job? For you?"
Oh. "I already have a job."
It's Drew's turn to roll his eyes, "C'mon, Steve. A high school guidance counselor? You could do so much more."
"I like my job, Drew. We've been through this. Besides, you barely want to be seen together, and now you want to work together? I have no interest in working at a law firm."
Drew pinches his nose, "Just...just think about it, okay? I want to see more of you in any way I can."
Steve doesn't want to fight. The fight left him a long time ago. "Okay."
He doesn't mean it.
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Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice | Pairing Neighbor!Joel Miller & Fem!Reader
Summary: Part 3 of @sydneyinacoma's Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice series. Joel is your new hot neighbor and after a sexy night alone with him on Halloween (where he literally makes you squirt (!!) on his couch, you run into him after a long week at work and you two finally go on a proper date. You two eat burgers; go to a fair, and then he fucks you like it's his last day on earth. Yep <3
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Word count: ~6.7K
Warnings: Pining, flirting, 2000s style (needs a TW lol), Joel is a little rough/bossy, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), creampie, blowjob, pet names, praise kink, Joel spits in readers mouth, fair date, eating, did I already say flirting, bobbing for apples. Listen, these two are just down so bad for each other. There are no descriptions of reader except for clothing & wet, curly hair.
Authors Note: I legitimately feel so honored to have been part of this chapter with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma -- writing this version of Joel has me creaming, and I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I want everyone to read this fic. This version of Joel is all her brainchild and I could cry at being part of it. Pls go follow Syd, she's seriously such a gem and probably the best Moot and friend a girl could ask for. ILY, bb.
Sydney's Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Word count: ~6.7K
Warnings: Pining, flirting, 2000s style (needs a TW lol), Joel is a little rough/bossy, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), creampie, blowjob, pet names, praise kink, Joel spits in readers mouth, fair date, eating, did I already say flirting, bobbing for apples. Listen, these two are just down so bad for each other. There are no descriptions of reader except for clothing & wet, curly hair.
Authors Note: I legitimately feel so honored to have been part of this chapter with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma -- writing this version of Joel has me creaming, and I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I want everyone to read this fic. This version of Joel is all her brainchild and I could cry at being part of it. Pls go follow Syd, she's seriously such a gem and probably the best Moot and friend a girl could ask for. ILY, bb.
Sydney's Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2
NOV 2005
You can’t stop thinking about that night at Joel’s a week ago. The way he touched you, pleasured you in a way that you've never experienced before. The way he kissed you, fervently yet soft. You could kiss him for hours and never tire.
Not only are you craving his touch, but you also find yourself wanting to learn more about him. You want to know him. The things you’ve learned about him through Sarah and what you’ve picked up on are tiny crumbs, leaving you starving for more.
You hope he feels the same.
You haven’t had a chance to talk to Joel since that night, as you’ve been drowning at work. You started working for this publishing firm in college, first, as an intern, and now that you’ve finished school, you’re an editor. You agreed to take on extra responsibilities due to your coworker being out on maternity leave, which has exponentially increased your workload, on top of your boss being a micromanaging asshole.
Joel’s been burning the candle at both ends. He’s working against a tight deadline on a big project for a persnickety client and Sarah’s soccer team is in the playoffs for the district championship; he’s incredibly proud but attending her neverending roster of games has left him a bit preoccupied. He never thought he would end up being a soccer dad, but life has a funny way of keeping him on his toes.
Much like you, he’s replayed you squirting on his leather couch in his mind over and over, a never-ending lascivious reel that plays in his head as he fucks his cock at night. Joel longs to hear those saccharine sounds you make while you ride his cock, your tits bouncing in tandem with your movements. He’s kicking himself for not getting his hands, or mouth, on your pillowy breasts. The cheekiness of forgoing a bra in your bunny costume revealed a side of you that he wants to unleash.
He wants to know everything; what keeps you up at night, what makes you double over in laughter, your ticklish spots, which movies make you cry without fail, all of your little quirks. Hell, he even wants to know if you believe in aliens.
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You pull into your driveway after a long, grueling day at work. Your brain is so fried you didn’t even turn the music on for the drive home; a rarity for you since you always have music playing in your car, whether it be the FM radio or one of the various CDs you’ve collected over the years. A true indicator of your current state of being. You can’t wait to veg out on the couch, rid your mind of this shitty week, and huddle into an antisocial ball.
After a few moments of idly sitting in your car, you peel yourself from the driver’s seat and go to retrieve your work tote from your trunk when you hear a deep voice calling out to you, one you’d recognize anywhere. You turn in the direction of the sound and find Joel. He’s clearly working on a renovation project; a miter saw, lumber and a plethora of other tools are set up in his front yard. There’s another man with him, bearing a slight resemblance to Joel. Brothers, maybe?
“Hey, neighbor!” Joel immediately regrets his word choice, finding it oddly stiff — considering he’s had his face between your thighs.
“Hey Joel!” You manage to shout back, despite your energy battery being crucially depleted.
He waves for you to come over. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you’re unable to resist him. Not when he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, hair tousled, and coaxing you across the street.
Though you feel drained, being in close proximity to Joel makes your body thrum in nerves. You’re being energized by anxious attraction.
Joel and the mystery man greet you at the edge of the yard.
“This is my brother Tommy. Tommy, this is my neighbor.”
“So, this is the pretty neighbor you were tellin’ me about,” Tommy says, his southern drawl identical to Joel’s.
Joel glares at Tommy. If looks could kill.
Tommy holds out his hand, you tell him your name and give him your hand for a brief shake; much like Joel’s does, his palm size is large in comparison to yours and envelops your full hand. You survey the man in front of you; handsome, dark curly hair like Joel, slightly longer and free of the grays his brother sports, deep brown eyes, similar to Joel’s. The Miller genes are super fucking strong.
“Nice to meet ya, sweetheart,” he says, nodding his head in acknowledgment, his eyes dragging over your figure just a second too long.
“I’m gonna start packin’ these tools up,” Tommy announces to Joel and then shoots him a wink. It’s obvious he wasn’t aiming for subtlety, clearly wanting to give you and his brother a moment alone.
Joel shifts his broad frame to face you directly. You wish you didn’t feel so bashful in his presence, but it’s hard to breathe evenly when he is standing so close you can smell him - earthy and a hint of his deodorant wearing off. It should be gross to you, but you want to put his scent in a candle. You’re fucking deranged.
“Sorry, ‘m all sweaty…” Joel apologizes, looking down at himself, remembering that he probably reeks like a locker room.
You wave off his apology, giggling at his self-awareness.
“I wanted to ask you somethin’,'' Joel says, gently wrapping his hand around your arm right above your elbow. Goosebumps erupt on your skin at the touch of his calloused fingers.
“Okay…”
“I was wonderin’...” Joel pauses, his fingers now grazing over the soft skin of your arm.
You gulp in anticipation. “Yes, Joel?”
“I was wonderin’ if you’d like to go on a date with me,'' he asks, his eyes dropping to his boots for a second before coming back up to meet yours, “a proper one.”
You’re so giddy at his proposition you think you might burst.
“Well, you know…I’ve gotta check my calendar,” you say, a big grin plastered on your face. You see his face drop, but before he can sulk too much you wink at him and say, “yeah, I’d love to,” you exhale and try to keep your voice level, not wanting to give away how excited you actually are. A date. With Joel Miller.
“You free tomorrow?” he asks, beaming, revealing the dimpled smile you’re so fond of.
“Lucky for you, I am,” you say, feeling your skin warm.
“Pick you up at 7?” he asks, dipping his face closer to yours, his hand now on your waist pulling you into him.
“Works for me,” you confirm while planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, “see you then, neighbor!” you conclude, being sure to emphasize the neighbor in your words, and before he can convince you to stay, you’re sauntering across the street back to your house.
+++
It’s finally here. Your big date with Joel.
The day went by torturously slow, anticipation pulsing through your entire body.
You spent almost two hours getting ready, the majority of the time trying to pick an outfit. You probably changed 30 times, trying to find the outfit that conveyed the perfect balance of sexy, yet subdued.
You decide on a pair of dark wash flares and a lacy top, both accentuating your figure heavenly. You spritz on a little perfume you save for special occasions. If this ain’t a hell of an occasion.
Joel, with impeccable timing, rings the doorbell right as you tug your black cowboy boots on. It’s sill relatively warm in Austin, so you decide to forgo a jacket.
Opening the door, you and Joel take a moment to check the other out, neither of you trying to hide it whatsoever. Joel’s wearing his signature jeans and a green flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, exposing his veiny, strong forearms. You’d hump his arms given the opportunity.
“Absolutely stunnin’, sweetheart,” he licks his bottom lip while his brown irises roam over your entire body, paying special attention to your waist and tits. You’re mentally patting yourself on the back for your outfit choice.
“One could say the same for you, cowboy,” you quip back, a smug grin plastered across your face.
Your smile shoots blood straight to Joel’s cock.
He swallows as he realizes the night is just beginning.
+++
Joel takes you to a quaint diner for your date. From the outside, it’s unassuming; an older building in urgent need of a pressure wash, adjacent to a virtually empty shopping center. A true hole-in-the-wall in the middle of downtown Austin.
“It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but I promise ya, they got the best damn burgers in town,” he assures, seeing the questioning look on your face when he pulls into the parking lot.
You and Joel slide into a booth in the far corner, Joel insisting that booth seating is part of the experience. You both order burgers, per his recommendation and boy, it does not disappoint.
Between bites of food, you and Joel learn more about each other. The conversation flows easily, both hanging onto each other’s every word; no awkwardness or feigning interest. You both share parts of your childhoods and you share stories from your college days. Joel recounts the mischief he and Tommy got into when they were younger, earning several belly laughs from you.
Joel loves the way you laugh; candidly, throwing your head back, your shoulders jerking uncontrollably as you try to catch a breath.
You’re pleased to learn that both you and Joel have a fondness for 80’s action movies, especially the over-the-top-borderline-cheesy ones, and 70’s artists like Fleetwood Mac and Electric Light Orchestra.
Joel asks about your job as an editor. You tell him the different types of manuscripts you have to read; some you drudge through, others you enjoy. “I love seeing how the story progresses from the first rough draft up until the final copy,” you tell him,” a lot of authors are really full of themselves, so you have to boil down a lot of the flowery language and hubris.”
In return, he tells you about how he got started as a contractor, hard work rewarded him with promotions until he opened up his own contracting business six years ago. “It’s priceless gettin’ to be your own boss,” he says, “not havin’ to answer to anyone, can be more selective in projects you wanna take on,” he continues, and you swear you’re listening but you’re secretly caught up in the sound of his voice and the way his lips move when he’s talking; hypnotizing you with every word.
Joel opens up about when Sarah came into this world; the happiest day of his life while simultaneously being scared shitless — he was wild and ungovernable, definitely not ready for fatherhood.
Through the years he’s found his rhythm. He doesn’t talk about her mother and you don’t ask; you’re not looking to dig into that lore on the first date. He tells you what Sarah was like as a baby and the subsequent years. Your heart melts at the adoration and pride that glow in his eyes when he talks about his daughter.
You both sit in the overused booth, totally absentminded to the world around you. You’re both locked into one another, afraid of missing even the faintest shift in facial expressions. You might as well be the only two people here.
Taking the final bite of your burger, you tell Joel that you’re inclined to agree that these are the best burgers in town.
He mumbles something to the effect of “told ya,” before finishing his last bite.
On the ride home from the diner, you spot an illuminated Ferris wheel, glowing in the distance of the Austin night.
“Oh, I didn’t know the fair was still in town. I haven’t been in years!” exclaiming a little loudly for a woman your age, “can we…..?”
Joel can’t say no to you, not when you’re giving him a pleading, pouty look.
+++
Once inside the fairgrounds, you both walk through the selection of vendors, and it doesn’t take long for the funnel cake sign to catch your eye; Joel purchases you one and you continue on your adventure together.
“Here,” he says, offering you a paper napkin.
You gently shake your head, shoving another bite of funnel cake into your mouth, “don’t need one.”
He laughs. You look like a stubborn child learning what sugar is for the first time, “you’re gonna get all sticky,” he says, a big grin enveloping his face, your eagerness for the sweetness of the battered dough reminds him of Sarah’s sweet tooth. God, you’re cute – it makes him wish she was with you both tonight.
Well, that is until he notices it. It’s subtle, but it’s there – a sprinkling of powdered sugar on your cheek and exposed chest.
He knows this is a family event, but he wants to do anything but PG-rated things with you right now.
He stares at the white dust on your skin until your voice catches his attention again.
“Maybe I want to be sticky,” you reply, “gives you more to lick off of me later.”
And fuck, if that doesn’t turn him on.
The thought of his tongue on you sends a flood of impure thoughts to his brain; much like the ones he had when you first showed up at his door, covered in remnants of flour, all sugar and sweetness.
He knows now.
You may be sugar, but fuck, if you haven’t got some spice in you, too.
+++
As you stroll, your eyes grow wide when you see it; a yellow wooden sign with the words “bobbing for apples” in Comic Sans engraved into it.
“Ah! Joel! Bobbing for apples! I haven’t done that since I was a kid – we have to do it!” you say, your voice is a little too eager and a little too high-pitched, but the childlike wonder on your face is all the convincing that Joel needs. He might not admit it, but he’d give you anything you want. You reach out for his hand, and he takes it, letting you lead the way.
You and Joel make your way up to the station, and a fair worker in an apron and a straw hat shouts to the crowd, “Come one, come all! Test your skills at an apple grab; the winner gets a prize,” his voice is low in octave but loud enough like he’s speaking through a megaphone.
A line of fair-goers of all ages quickly forms around the barrels filled with water and apples, and you look at Joel with eager eyes as you step up to yours.
The rules of the game were explained by the worker with a chuckle, “Alright, folks, no hands, just your teeth. Lean in, and bob for an apple, and what you catch is yours to keep plus a prize from the booth to the right.”
“You sure about this, sweetheart? You’re gonna get all wet,” Joel asks, probably just a smidge too concerned about your well-being considering it’s just bobbing for apples.
“You gonna act like you don’t know that I’ve been wet this entire night?” you say, not waiting to hear his response as the worker calls out a loud “GO!”
Giggles and cheers fill the air as you and your fellow participants lean over the barrel. Your face disappears into the water; your competitiveness in overdrive – edging yourself deeper and deeper into the water; so far that your shirt gets soaked. You don’t care, though, and you gleam from satisfaction as you resurface with a gleaming red apple held triumphantly between your teeth.
The crowd erupts in applause at your efforts, and Joel stands watching you with his hands on his hips, a smile plastered on his face. As his gaze drops from the apple in your mouth, he notices the wetness of your shirt and shit, you’re positively drenched.
It takes Joel all of .0002 seconds to notice the silhouette of your nipples peeking out from your shirt, the goosebumps littering your skin, and the tail ends of your hair wet and starting to curl under the weight of the water.
You drop the apple from your teeth and catch it in your palm.
“Well, well…looks like you’re on a date with a prize-winnin’ apple picker. Feeling lucky yet?” you tort, attempting to flirt through the uncomfortable press of the damp fabric on your skin.
“Sweetheart, I’ve seen that mouth in action, I already knew you were going to win,” he says, “but you know I’d never thought I’d see the day…” he trails off.
“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly confused.
“Never thought I’d see the day that I was jealous of a fuckin’ Red Delicious apple,” he says, humor behind his voice, “s’ashame I wasn’t the one you were bobbin’ for in that barrel.”
“Listen, if you want to get wet and let me put you in my mouth, I am more than happy to accommodate,” you reply back, your voice flirty and suggestive.
Joel doesn’t respond, but you see him palm himself through the denim of his jeans at your suggestion, interjecting his thoughts.
You can’t hide the shivers that take over your body from the chill of the night air and the wetness of your clothing.
“C’mere, baby, you’re freezin’,” he says, brow furrowed, and arms wide open stretched out to you, beckoning you into his large arms. You take a step forward and step into his brace, letting yourself melt into the warmth of his arms and the aroma of his natural scent.
You stand there, wet in more ways than one, and let him hold you. Your arms wrap around his thick middle, and he rubs up and down your back with both palms in an attempt to warm you up. He releases you momentarily before saying, “Here, take this.”
You step away from him for a second, giving him space to slip off the flannel he’s wearing, revealing nothing but a white t-shirt underneath; the little tufts of hair peeking out through the collar of his shirt almost send you into a tailspin.
He holds the flannel open by the collar to face you, encouraging you to put it on. You turn your back to him, allowing him the privilege of holding it as you slip your arms into the sleeves. The fabric of the shirt is warm from his skin, and the moment you put it on you’re flooded with the smell embedded deep within the fibers; all musk, whiskey, cinnamon, wood, and Joel.
“Come on, now, you little bobbin’ minx, let’s go get you your prize,” he says, tilting his head to the prize booth. You grab his hand and let him lead the way this time.
You and Joel make your way to the prize booth, the smell of kettle corn invades your senses; sure, you were already stuffed with funnel cake and your dinner, but the sweet aroma makes your mouth water. Or maybe it’s just Joel, you’re not quite sure, but you don’t really care.
In the small structure of the prize booth, the shelves were adorned with a colorful array of stuffed animals of all sizes, trinkets, and games. You carefully assess your prize options while the attendant tries to convince you that of all of the random assortment of prizes, you absolutely need the goldfish. Right.
You look over the options in front of you for what feels like a good ten minutes before the attendant not so subtly grows tired of your indecision. You sigh. You decide on a small puppy dog with beady plastic brown eyes, and you nod in thanks as he hands it to you, and you and Joel walk away from the booth.
“Had a tough time decidin’ there, didn’t ya, sweetheart?” Joel asks, not really questioning.
“Well, to be honest, none of the prizes were really appealing to me,” you respond, playing with the fluffy ears of the stuffed plush in your hands. “I only picked this one because I thought Sarah might like it,” you say. Your consideration for Sarah, and your accepting demeanor to her, warms Joel’s heart.
“But I can think of one I’d really like to claim,” you say, catching his gaze. You see his jaw clench at your words.
“Oh yeah? And that would be..?”
“You,” the word comes out breathy.
You both stop walking and the crunch of the dirt under his boots and the distant sounds of the fair in the background all but freeze as you stand there, seemingly paused in your own little private moment.
“Take me home, Joel,” you say, planting your palm on his broad chest and stepping closer to him, your chest nearly flush against his. His hands skate down to your waist, and he closes the gap between your bodies, holding you close enough that you feel the growing bulge between his thighs.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, leaning down, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
And it’s sweet.
Just like the funnel cake.
And just like he thinks you are.
But you have other plans for him tonight.
And he has the same for you.
+++
You and Joel make your way out of the fairgrounds and to the lot where Joel parked his truck.
Still wearing his flannel, the stuffed puppy dog intertwined between your crossed arms, you wait for him to open the passenger side door. You all but eye fuck him as he reaches into the depth of the front pocket of his jeans and grabs his keys. He unlocks the door, and opens it for you; offering you a hand to help guide you in.
“Always such a gentleman,” you say, placing your hand in his, accepting his offer, using the strength of his arm to help lift yourself into the bed of the truck.
Joel rounds around the front of the vehicle, unlocks the driver’s side door, and slides in. He turns the key in the ignition and the engine rumbles to life and the radio turns on, “Come a Little Closer” by Dierks Bentley plays over the speakers.
Deciding to take a note from the lyrics, you don’t bother to buckle yourself into the passenger seat, and instead slide over into the middle seat of the truck, positioning yourself tightly against Joel’s side. You lace your arm through the underside of his and interlock them, your hand curls around his firm bicep. You lean your head into his shoulder, and close your eyes, taking a moment to bask in the solitude of the strong man beneath you.
He looks down at you for a moment – god, he could get used to this. He dwells on the thought for a moment longer and then begins to drive away.
You’re clinging to him and you both ride like that in an easy silence, apart from the faint music and the hum of his truck. It has been so long since you felt so content, so at peace with the moment and yourself; not worried about work or life, or anything. It was just you and Joel, and you like it that way.
Nearly back to your house, and your shared neighborhood, you let your left hand wander on the expanse of his thigh. The time for sweetness is over. The events of the night, your combined obvious want, and the flirtatious taunts catch up with you.
Joel keeps his eyes on the road, but you don’t miss the way his grip on the steering wheel tightens as your hand makes its way closer to his belt buckle. You begin to toy with the cool metal there, and his large palm comes down to cup yours.
“We’re almost home,” he says, holding your hand tight against his stiffening cock, not letting you move.
“But I want to feel you now,” you whine.
“I know, baby, I know you wanna get your hands on this cock, and I would like nothing more,” he says, “but you’re gonna have to be patient, we only have a few more minutes until we’re there.”
“And why do I have to be patient, neighbor?” you ask, pulling your hand away, slightly keyed up. Greedy. Horny.
“Because I wanna give that needy little pussy the attention she deserves,” he says, “and because once I get started, I know ‘m not gonna be able to stop.”
“And neighbor ain’t gonna be what you’ll be calling me,” he says roughly, “I’ll fuckin’ make sure of that, sweetheart.”
He takes a turn and pulls into your neighborhood. You catch a glimpse of Mrs. Morrison taking out her trash. She glares at you in disapproval as you drive past in Joel’s truck.
You sometimes wonder what your neighbors might think; a pretty little young thing like you, the youngest daughter of their good friends, a.k.a your parents, hanging out with the older, single-father neighbor across the way.
But truthfully, you don’t really give a fuck.
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Joel pulls up into your driveway, the engine purrs softly before falling silent. You both pause in silence.
Joel turns to you, a smirk on his lips “We’re here,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of invite me in behind his voice.
You glance out the window, your house bathed in the soft glow of your porch light. You turn back to Joel and say “Thank you for tonight, I really had a fun time. But to be honest, I just realized I never got to thank you properly…”
Joel looks at you and something dark flickers in his gaze. “And what would you need to be thankin’ me for, sweetheart?” As if he didn’t know.
“For the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Come in and I’ll return the favor,” you say, conjuring your sultriest voice, knowing he doesn’t need an invitation.
You step out of the truck, and the night air is cool, a gentle breeze whispers through your hair; your features are illuminated by the street lights in your neighborhood, and the warm glow casts an inviting aura around you. Joel appears at your side of the truck and helps you exit.��
The gravel under your feet crunches as you walk toward the front porch; the air is charged with electricity, a livewire, a magnetic pull drawing your bodies together.
The porch light by your door casts a warm yellow glow on your faces. You pause at the front of the step and reach for your house keys in your purse. Your porch swing sways gently in the breeze, its rhythmic creaking adding to the undertone of the moment.
You insert the key into the lock, but before you can fully turn the doorknob to open the door, Joel already has his large palm on yours, opening the door, pushing you through the door frame and into your house, his hands cradling your face before he crashes his plush lips into yours.
The second you’re both fully in your house, Joel's hands are on the hem of your shirt, silently begging for you to take it off. You let him work on getting you topless, meanwhile, your hands are hastily working to undo his belt buckle, the excitement of finally being able to touch him and him not being able to stop touching you has you worked up. Joel presses his thighs together against yours, drawing little moans from you while he nips at your neck.
As much as he is trying to distract you, he’s no match for your determination. In record-breaking time you have his buckle undone and the zipper of his jeans is down; you gracefully fall to your knees before him, tugging his pants and his boxers down with you to the floor. Joel’s cock releases from the confines of his clothing and slaps against his tummy, leaving a little trail of pre-cum in its wake. You already knew he was big, but having him in full view makes you realize just how big he really is.
You lick your lips and reach out to grab his thick cock, affectionately kissing the tip of it; you run your tongue through the slit, lapping up the salty pre-cum that drips out before you circle your tongue along the underside of his head. You let your jaw go slack, and you begin to dip down on his length; a gurgling sound escapes your lips as you pull back up again. You do this a few times before letting his hard cock fall from your lips, now puffy and coated in saliva, some of it dribbling past your chin.
You pull off momentarily and smile up at Joel. He thinks you look far too sweet and innocent for someone who is absolutely taking his cock deep in your throat like a champ. He intertwines his fingers through your hair and groans, before gently urging you back down onto his length.
“Fuck, sweetheart – can’t tell you how long I’ve been thinking about having that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock,” he says slightly breathless.
The thought of him thinking about you goes straight to your core and makes you want to mouth fuck him harder.
You wrap your lips around him again, and he thrusts his hips to glide himself inside of your mouth to the back of your throat.
He begins to pick up his pace, holding your head steady by your hair as he fucks into your throat, pressing deeper and deeper until spit pools at the corners of your mouth and slight tears form in the creases of your eyes. He presses you down onto him until your lips are wrapped around the base of him and the course hairs that reside there. You’re drowning in the taste of him, hardly able to breathe, but you don’t care; you want him to chase his high, to use your mouth for his own pleasure. He made you come harder than anyone ever has before; this was the least you could do for him.
“Jesus – look at you, pretty girl, fuck you feel so good wrapped around me,” he grits out, “takin’ it so well, baby.”
His words go straight to your cunt, the ache now insufferable.
You begin to work him harder with your tongue, struggling for air, and he inches closer to the back of your throat and you begin to gag. Joel pulls out, not wanting to hurt you, and a strand of saliva trails between your lips and his cock. You blink back tears and look up at him, your mascara now a mess on your face, and your eyes glossy.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, his brow furrowed in concern.
You swallow, and reach up to wipe a tear from your cheek. You are okay. More than okay.
“Peachy. I'm relieved I finally got to return the favor,” you hum, standing to rise to meet his face.
He wraps his hands around your waist, and pulls you tight against the front of his body; you feel the warmth of his tummy, the hardness of his cock, and the strength of his back behind your grip and it makes your legs turn to Jell-O. Fuck, you need him.
Joel kisses you for a moment, before pulling away and bringing his lips to your ear “Gonna fuck you now, sweet girl.”
You feel your stomach swoop and your folds tingle; you have thought about this moment for so long and you yearn for the stretch of him; to know what it’s like to be filled to the brim with Joel fucking Miller.
He kicks off his boots, steps out of the clothing bunched around his ankles, and takes your hand to follow you down the hallway into your bedroom.
Part of him wants to take his time; to make you feel good, to taste you again, and feel you come and come on his fingers. Part of him wants to shuck down your jeans and put your pretty pussy in his face.
Joel doesn’t particularly think of himself as a selfish man, but he has waited patiently, and he needs you. Now.
As much as he wants the taste of you on his lips, the part of him that wants to shove himself into your addictive cunt until you forget your name until you forget every other name except for his is the dominant one right now.
Once in the bedroom, he crowds you back until the back of your calves meet the edge of your mattress. He grabs both of your hips in a bruising grip and pulls you tight against his chest, his hips grinding into yours, and you lean your face up to kiss him. You think he might kiss you, but instead, he ghosts your lips and leans forward until your back meets the soft fabric of the mattress with an oof, and he’s on top of you.
He grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. His grip on you is firm, yet gentle. You’ve seen his brute strength in action and the fact that he could overpower you sends a shiver to your clit.
“So beautiful, darlin’ – you know that?” he kisses your nose and trails a slew of them down your cheek, jaw, chin, and neck. Once at the nape of your neck, he nibbles on your earlobe and whispers “You ready for me, sweetheart?” his breath is heavy in your ear.
You can’t nod fast enough in agreement.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he practically purrs the question.
You want nothing more than to be a good girl for Joel. You nod almost aggressively to make up for the fact that you’re unable to construct a single sentence right now.
He lets out a satisfied moan and drops his grip on your wrists, and drags his heavy hands down your body to the center of your jeans and undoes the button of your pants, and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of both your jeans and your panties and pulls them down in one fell swoop.
He dips down to place a delicate kiss to your tummy and lets the weight of his head rest on the softness of you. He inhales deeply, the aroma of your perfume comforts him, and he fights the urge to dip his face lower and bury himself in your pussy.
You drop both of your hands and grab his head, your fingers carding through his hair, and he groans.
“Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” he says, not really questioning.
“I am being a good girl,” you respond back, not really sure what prompted his statement.
“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the first time. When I put you in a position, I want you to stay there, until I say you can move. Got it?”
And holy fuck, bossy Joel turns you on.
You only hum in response.
“Need you to use your words, sweet girl. Answer me, or I’ll make you,” he says, voice low, his head closer to your center now, almost to exactly where you need him but not quite.
“Ye - ah, yes, fuck I understand,” sending all of your energy to string the words together.
He hums in acknowledgment and pushes your hands back up overhead, telling you to keep them there, and only to touch him when he says you can. When he releases your hands and sees that your arms stay put, he rasps out a “good girl.”
He then reaches down and notches his tip at your entrance, and drags the weight of his thick cock through your glistening folds.
“Mmmm so fuckin’ wet, this all for me?”
“All for you, J-oel,” you’re trembling, desperate to feel him deep inside you.
He pauses momentarily, only the tip of him inside you, and god, it’s such a tease.
You know it’ll sting, but you want him to just fucking bury every inch of himself inside of you. You don’t care about the pain; you crave the stretch of him.
“Joel – ah, need more,” you moan, “need all of you.”
“You sure, sweetheart? I ‘don wanna hurt you,” he says, once again concerned about you.
“Joel, I want you to fucking wreck me. Need you to move, please.”
After your plea, he obliges. You feel every inch of him, the way he throbs inside of you, and the tip of his head drags against the spongey spot inside of you.
Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to move in and out of you, he feels so fucking good, and you’re so perfectly full.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and gruff, still continuing to saw in and out of you. ‘’Want you to look at me while I fuck you.”
And his words are like music to your fucking ears. He’s the perfect balance of gentleman and fucking filth.
He brings a hand down to circle your clit, and with the added sensation you’re not far off from your orgasm. You can feel it growing in your stomach with every circle of his thumb and every thrust of his cock. You open your mouth, your jaw slack, and you begin to moan.
“Fuck, baby – you shouldn’t open your mouth like that,” he moans.
“And – fuckkkk, why not?” You respond back, breathless from each of his thrusts.
“Just a reminder of another hole I need to use,” he responds, and then gruffly says “Open,” while pressing his thumb and index finger into your jaw, holding you in place.
You do as he says, and he spits into your mouth. Your eyes wide as saucers. It’s hot, dirty, filthy.
“Taste how perfect we are together, baby” he says, still pounding into you and circling your clit.
His words send you into fucking oblivion, and you’re gone. Your vision goes white, and despite his order to keep your eyes open, your eyes fall closed and he fucks you through your orgasm.
Your tight, slick walls pulse and squeeze around him. His hands squeeze your hips, his fingertips bruising your skin as he rocks your limp and shaky body against his cock, chasing his own orgasm.
Not long after you’ve come, he’s finishing too. He fucks into you at an erratic pace and then shoots his seed deep into your cunt.
“Fuckkk, baby” – he trails off, letting the final spurts of his cum paint your walls.
You let out a sigh, and once again drop your hands to his head, intertwining your hands with the hair behind his head.
You both lay there in your fucked out bliss and then he pulls out of you, taking a dribble of his cum with him, a glob of it landing on your thigh.
You’ve never felt so satisfied, to be laying there, content and full of Joel Miller.
He rolls over onto his side and puts his hand on his chest.
“Shit, baby. You’re perfect,” he says. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you.”
You hum in delight and roll over onto his chest, melting into him.
“You in the mood for some cookies?” you ask, and he grins in response.
He hit the fucking lottery with you.
END
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Better Than a Street Whore
CW: NSFW, Shigaraki x Y/N, bottom Shigaraki, he threatens to kill Y/N a lot, begging, overstimulation, lots of kissing, half-assed written aftercare, Y/N switches between degrading his dick and prasing him for being good, I wrote this within 2 hours, forgive me, it was out of boredom promise
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Shigaraki stood in front of Y/N. Why did she need to be there? She was hired by All For One, but she didn't do anything. Just sat around on her phone all day.
Despite her lack of work, All For One demanded she be there, and he was not allowed to kill her. Damnit.
"Can you leave," He asked, annoyed with the sound of her nails clacking on her phone screen.
"Nah," Y/N didn't even look at him, still typing. "Big man wants me here. I gotta be here."
"Why," Shigaraki scoffed.
"I dunno," She shrugged. "Ask him, he's your master or whatever."
"I-"
"And what is up with that," Y/N rolled her eyes. "Master used outside of the bathroom? Weird."
He blinked. What was she talking about? What did she mean, outside of the bedroom?
"Don't tell me you're confused," She finally looked up from her phone, to look at him amused. "Not bitch boy being a virgin."
Not allowed to kill her. He was allowed to hurt her.
She dodged the glass that flew towards her head with a yelp, and she grabbed her phone before she could drop it.
"I'm not a virgin," He yelled over the glsss shattering.
"Jesus," She mumbled. "It was just a goddamn joke. The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Real fucking funny," He rolled his eyes.
"So," She asked, standing up fully. "Who'd you lose your virginity to?"
His eyes widened. "None of your goddamn business!"
He wanted to dust her when she approached, but no, he wasn't allowed to.
"I bet you used that nomu," She pouted, ignoring his rage filled look. "You needed to feel in control for once so you took something you could order around with no consequence."
"I- I absolutely-"
"Or," She smirked, running a hand on his tense stomach. "You had it fuck you until you couldn't breath, just to get out of your mind for a bit. I could only imagine the cock one those things-"
Shigaraki smacked her hands when she started estimating the... girth of a potential nomu penis. "They don't even have a penis!"
"Oh," Y/N looked to him. "Still big fingers. One is around the size over a bigger than average human dick. I get you could take multiple though-"
"I'm going to murder you," She yelped with a laugh as he reached for her, and she ran.
"No killing me," She squealed as he threw her on the couch. "It's not allowed! Your master wouldn't like it!"
He groaned. Of course he told her about the rule. "Just- Leave. Get out."
"I can't," She shrugged, relaxing back. "Not for a few weeks."
He walked away, but like a fucking dog, she followed with a giggle. "So? Did you fuck the nomus?"
"No," He yelled.
"You can tell me," She pouted. "I'll share one of my fucked up sex stories if you tell me yours."
"No," He scoffed.
"Virgin," She accused.
"Shut up," He grabbed another cup but she was taking it from him before he could chuck it at her.
"Are you a virgin," This time, her tone of genuine. "No laughing, promise."
He blinked, confused on why she cared... Fuck it. Maybe it'll get her to back off.
"No," He answered honestly. "And it wasn't a nomu, you sick freak."
She shrugged. "So who was it?"
Shigaraki moved uncomfortably, shrugging. "I don't remember her name. Just a hook up from awhile ago."
"So it didn't mean anything," She looked judgey. "Have you had any meaningful sex?"
He scoffed. "I lead a very large group of murderous villains. What makes you think I have time for feelings?"
She shrugged, and he jumped at her grabbing his hand. She held it up by the palm, then traced his fingers once she turn it upright.
"Are you trying to kill yourself," He mumbled, watching her fingers trace his calloused hand.
"This is not nearly a suicide attempt," She chuckled. "How do you have sex with absolutely no feeling behind it? I never understood the hype around that."
He gulped as her hand continued up his arm. "I- I don't know. It's just how it is."
She hummed, a hand going to his chest. "You're not pushing me away."
She was right. He wasn't.
"I don't have meaningful sex," He tried to tell her, both of her hands now on him. "I don't let feelings get involved."
"That's not exactly what meaningful sex means," She mumbled, pulling his shirt up suddenly. "At least not to me."
He helped pull the shirt off. God, it was hot in there. She shoved him against the bar, hands holding his waist. He was awfully skinny, so she grabbed quite a bit of him just like that.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," She whispered, going to his neck. "Gonna let me? Let me make you feel amazing."
He huffed, staring at her body, that was pressed up against his. He gasped at the bite on his neck. "Fuck- Yes. Yes Y/N."
She grinned, bringing a hand up to wrap in his hair. She held him in place while she kissed him, roughly. He groaned, gripping the counter behind him.
"You're hot," She grinned, hands swiping over his ribs. "Lead me to your room."
Was he really about to do this? Was he really about to have sex with a woman he finds insanely annoying?
He didn't need to answer that, because the way he pulled her to his bedroom was answer enough.
Y/N pulled him back into a rough kiss the second the door was closed, pushing him against it.
"Now, listen up," She grabbed his face, holding it in place so he stayed looking at her. "I want you touching me, so go put on those silly gloves you have."
Shigaraki huffed, but listened. He moved to his nightstand and grabbed them, slipping them on easily. Once on, Y/N was back in him, kissing him, hands wandering.
He leaned down after a few moments, and picked her up to wrap her legs around his waist. "Okay?"
"Yeah, it's okay," Y/N confirmed with a small smile. She removed her arms around him to pull her shirt off... God, he better not drop her. She would be pissed.
In his defense, he seemed to be somewhat strong. At least enough to hold her.
Once the shirt was off, she proceeded to kiss down his neck. "Lay down on the bed, Shigaraki. Sit me right on you."
Shigaraki wasn't sure he had it in him to refuse. Not with the way her sweet voice sounded, so close to his ear, the way her hand tangled in his hair, the other running down his chest again.
So he sat on the bed, making sure Y/N's legs weren't trapped under him before he laid back. He didn't even think over how good Y/N would look straddling him.
Y/N smiled when she noticed Shigaraki's eyes wandering. "Like what you see?"
"It's decent," Shigaraki huffed.
Y/N pouted at that. "We both know that's a lie. I can tell by the way your face is already burning, you think much different."
Shigaraki gulped, looking up to Y/N. "I don't-"
"I also feel your hard on," Y/N chuckled, putting her hands on either side of his head. "Why not just tell me how you feel? You might get something in return."
He stared at her. "Like?"
"You're a smart man, Shigaraki. Look at our position and take a guess about what I'll do to you," She chuckled. "So? Go on."
He looked her in the eye. "You're fucking infuriating."
"Ouch," She put a hand on her heart. "Keep going."
"You're... attractive, I guess," He cleared his throat, refusing to let his voice crack right now.
"Attractive? Care to elaborate?"
God fuck, this woman.
"I hate you," He groaned, feeling a hand move to the waistband of his pants.
"I'll leave you all hard if you don't start doing what I ask," Y/N's voice was lower now, as if she wss threatening him.
He didn't care though. He could get himself off. He didn't need Y/N to make him come, even if he would probably regret it later... What would Y/N do?
Would she suck him off? Or would they just start having sex? He would enjoy either way but-
He gasped at the hand that grabbed his face, forcing him to look to Y/N. "I'm sitting right here, about to give you the best orgasm of your pathetic life and you're ignoring me?"
"No- I wasn't ignoring you," He went onto explain. But it was hard to explain the way his thoughts got caught up. It didn't matter though, because he remembered what she wanted.
"You're so hot," He huffed, grabbing the wrist of the hand that still held his face. "You're... Pretty too."
Y/N knew the word "pretty" wasn't ever in his vocabulary, but it did sound good coming out of his mouth, in that shaky voice.
"Pretty huh," She grinned, kissing him and finally letting go of his face. "You're pretty yourself, handsome."
He gulped at the compliment. He wasn't sure he liked the compliment, it sounded unrealistic. Him? Pretty? Handsome?
He wasn't given a lot of time to think it over, not with Y/N moving between his legs and pulling his sweatpants snd boxers off in one swipe.
"Y/N," He huffed, feeling her kiss the inside of his thighs. Why was she so bold? Why was she so close?
She kept kissing him, feeling his breathing picking up the closer she got to his dick. She really wanted to see him come, and she wanted it to be the best he's ever had.
Not that would be that hard. She's not the most experienced person in the world but compared to some random woman on the street? Odds are she was way better.
After a few moments, she reached down to her shirt pocket. Sweet, she still had a few condoms left.
"You know, I do think you're very attractive," Y/N spoke up, opening the condom. "I'm sure a lot of the fucked up women on the street want to have some fun with you. Probably even some men."
Shigaraki huffed. What do you say in response to that? Thanks?
"That being said, I think you're a little of a whore and always accept when someone asks to fuck you," Y/N's words made him tense.
"I am not-"
"What I'm getting at," Y/N interrupted him. "Is that I have a hard time believing you don't have some sort of STI. God knows what the people around here have. Especially Dabi."
Shigaraki scoffed. "I don't have an STI."
"Yeah? And who tested you, and when," Y/N raided an eyebrow. "I'm already lowering my standards to give you a decent orgasm, one better than those street sluts can give you, don't get picky now."
Shigaraki gulped as she slid the condom on him. "So what? You think I have a STI and you're still going to have sex with me?"
Y/N grinned. "Oh I'm not fucking you until you get tested. I'm just gonna get you off, and you're gonna get me off. But I'm sure I'll have to teach you, I doubt you know how to properly please a woman."
He glared at her. "Why are you suddenly being a bitch?"
She raised an eyebrow. "So you do know how to make a woman come? And you know, not one of those fake ones. I promise, I won't fake it."
He didn't even know what to say. What do you say to anything she's saying? She was nuts!
He groaned when her hand grabbed his dick, which was now completely covered by the condom. "If you're not gonna fuck me, what's with the condom?"
"You don't have running water here," Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Your dick is probably gross. Again, you seem like a great fuck, but I'm lowering my standards for you. They are practically rock bottom right now."
Shigaraki glared at her harder. "I could kill you at any moment."
"You're right," She smiled softly, starting to jack him off at a gentle pace. "You could. But you're not going to. You like me calling you gross. You're practically whimpering just because my hand is wrapped around your filthy cock. It twitches whenever I insult you. You fucking love this, being under me, just taking my insults."
Shigaraki groaned when she squeezed his cock suddenly, and very hard. He felt like he was close, all her dumb (and very untrue...) words were getting to him.
"Y/N," He gasped, trying to get her hand off of him.
"Beg," She grinned wildly. "Beg me to make you come, tell me how much you love me degrading your filthy cock. Do it."
He whimpered, grabbing her wrist. God, her grip was fucking tough.
"Please," He whispered.
"Hm?"
"Please," He yelled out, holding her arm. "Fuck- Please Y/N, make me come. Degrade me, do whatever, just please, make me come."
...he was pathetic. What was wrong with him?
Y/N hummed, loosening her hand. "Keep going."
"Fuck," He breathed out at the relief. "Please Y/N, god fuck, I need it. I'm so close, please."
He might kill himself later, honestly.
She chuckled, and moved her hand, just enough to get him to come. "I've heard better. But I guess I can't expect too much from you."
Shigaraki moaned, stomach tensing. "Y/N- Oh god."
"C'mon," Y/N grinned, hand moving quicker. "You can come, Tomura. You're doing so good, keep going."
Her suddenly, sickeningly sweet words made his heart tighten, and he eyes roll back. "Fuck- Y/N- please."
She leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned in her mouth, a hand going up to her back. He needed something to hold.
Y/N hissed as his free fingers caught on her skin, but just moved her hand quicker. And it worked, because he was moaning aloud again, as he came, filling the condom.
He whimpered when her hand didn't stop, and moved the hand on her back to her hip to grab more. "Y/N, please, I came already."
"It wasn't good enough," Y/N kissed just under his ear. "I wanna see you crying. I wanna hear you yell my name, I need you begging me to stop because you can't handle how good it feels."
Shigaraki let out a sob, her hand not letting up the quick pace at all. "Y/N- Its too much, please."
"You're doing so good," She whispered, and kissed his jaw. "You're taking it so good, you're being so good for me. You can take another one, I know you can."
He nodded slowly, barely aware of the fact he was drooling. He laid his head back as she kissed him. She was so sweet now. What changed? Did he do something to make her want to be nice all of the sudden?
"Y/N," He moaned quietly against her lips. "Please- I don't think I can-"
"You can," She whispered again, sending a weird feeling through Shigaraki. "You're doing so good already. I know you can be even better."
He felt another sob rip through his chest. "Be mean again- Stop."
She hummed, kissing him. "Why would I be mean when you're being such a good boy? You deserve to be treated nicely after listening,to me so well."
He moaned as her hand twisted around the head of his cock, spreading the come throughout the condom. "I'm- I'm close again- Y/N, god."
"Good boy," She hummed. "C'mon, be a good boy and come for me."
He sobbed and he felt his orgasm build up again. It was a lot, almost overwhelming. "It's- I'm coming- Y/N," He moaned shakily as he came, feeling tears fall as her hand helped him through it.
"Good job," She whispered, stopping her hand. "Such a good job."
He took a deep breath, but it only came out uneven and shaky. He yelped when her hand tightened and moved down the length of his cock slowly.
"Y/N, please," He sobbed, hands shaking, and hips pulling away.
She laughed, pulling her hand away. "Now tell me... Was that better or worse compared to those street whores?"
"Better," He sobbed again, her legs just barely brushing up again his cock. "So much better- Fuck!"
She couldn't stop grinning. But she decided to have some mercy, and stop touching his dick until he calmed down. For now, she just held him, arms wrapping around him.
She sighed at the sob and his arms wrapping around her back, tears wetting her shoulder. "You did such a good job, Tomura. Go ahead and rest."
Why was he still crying? It was done, they were done. But her consistent praise wasn't helping.
"Take a deep breath, Tomura. You did so good, you're done," She kissed his neck. "C'mon, take a deep breath now."
He was way past the point of feeling silly, so he just listened to her, taking a deep breath. He noticed something wet on his hand so he looked to where it restrd on Y/N back.
"I'm sorry," He breathed out, noticing he definitely made her bleed with scratches... It was hard to go out and get nail clippers, okay? Fuck off.
Y/N found the apology comical. He threatened to kill her multiple times and now he was apologizing for a scratch. She made the decision to lot laugh though.
"It's okay," She smiled softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?"
He shook his head. "No- I need to make you-"
"It's okay, Tomura," She sat up, out of his arms. "It's alright. You're tired, you need to rest. And I'm going to clean you up."
He nodded, wiping the tears from his face.
It took a few minutes for the embarrassment to set in. It seemed the moment Y/N was cleaning his come covered dick was the moment he lost his humanity, and was officially a disgrace of a villain.
"Oh stop," Y/N scoffed as he tried to pull away. "So dramatic, its just your own dick."
He huffed, face red. "I'm good- Please leave."
"Uh huh," She finally stopped, throwing the towel next to the bed. "Get your eyes off my tits, perv."
"Put your shirt back on," He argued back.
She shrugged, and grabbed her shirt. "I'll be downstairs," He watched her get up and walk out his bedroom. "You owe me an orgasm!"
#mha smut#x reader#x y/n#dom y/n#dom reader#sub Shigaraki#bottom shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#tomura Shigaraki x y/n#top reader#dom reader x Shigaraki
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By all accounts the lupin fandom has always prided itself as a drama free ship war free open to polyamory and wildly different headcanons fandom. And I can name a few people that have worked hard to keep this place very friendly. And I really started in this fandom in a friendly place. I even managed to make friends that Liked Luzeni maybe even just as much as me. I was ecstasic. I really loved those people so much, I talked to them daily. Some of them I respected so much for their craft. Great.
Id always been upfront and very clear that they were befriending someone who was fucked in the head. And i dont mean seasonal depression type I mean Bipolar and Bpd and all the symptoms it entails. Im not even going to mention the upbringing and the life ive had. All of it was a complete and violently abusive catastrophy.
Last year I exhibited symptoms that were intense. TOXIC. It didnt mean that I was toxic to my friend, because I was rational enough to know about boundaries. I was at the end of my rope. For undisclosed reasons I had to be interned. Great. During the ultimate time that lead me to become crazy, not a single person i thought was my friend gave me a hand. I received a message from one friend while I was litteraly perched on the windowsill about to jump telling me about their life. Not asking abt me. I sent some Hey thats cool but im about to kill myself and they didnt reply. Days after I was interned they told me that my message triggered them so they had to have an emergency meeting with their psychiatrist. Cool. Nothing abt me still. Sorry ? Fallout 1
During yhat whole shitstorm and despite everything a friend became my like. favorite person in bpd terms. Just really fucking embarassing shit really. I tried to prevent it, i tried to pull out not to make it worse, which not only was making it worse but was making it toxic. I aparently blew out, which of course my memory conveniently forgot. I said something ahout their partner. They never explained what. Again, after internment I apologized. They told me they needed time. They bsolutely deserved it. I was probably horrible to warrant that reaction. I might even have been toxic. Again, I do not remember what I even said. Im not a demonic entity it couldnt have been like I desacrated them and insulted them beyond repair. Even in my anger I have always been limited. But all i can do is speculate. They never explained, just took my apology. And then They never came back. That friend I liked so much that despite everything I did to control myself became a person i liked beyond wat was normal. We have had so much fun. Not enough to mend bridges or explained anything. Fallout 2
During that blow out one friend meddled, asking that other friend for information ? I asked to pass along a message to friend B. which friend A refused. Like it was not their business, even tho they were clearly invested in the business enough to talk to both of us about it lol. No problem. 4 days ago thou i confronted a group of friends that were friends As friend, for kicking them out of an rp group for no reason, even bordering on racism. My friend feels hurt about that event, has always hinted at it. it even stopped them from rping, something they did for 12 years. They had no closure and so I tried to bring it to them. Asshole move or empathic ? Thinking back i may have been taking the situation personnaly because i was already on my way out menrally. I dont know. All i know is that four days later, after i talked for hours to that group and the reason why they treated my friend so poorly that they still had scars over it, i was experiencing a mental crisis and that friend refused a request. Great. Fallout 3
The last friend litteraly stood by and said nothing. Not before the fallout and not after. I dont even know'if that counts as a fallout. This girl was so cute, so fun, so talented, so FUNNY. And when it came to a heed she said nothing. No side taking. Neutrality. Okay
At this point I no longer had anyone to talk to I think. I was documenting my attempt and the horrible conditions of the psych ward on twitter for everyone of my "friends" to see. One i particularly loved so much because they genuinely were on the same level of insanity related to luzeni made a tweet about the late hystix, a person i did not know but a lot of the lupin fandom did. A beautiful soul that was always supportive and kind. Everyone was mourning her. It was truly heartbreaking. I hope she is in peace. Our attempts matched in timing, it was actually mindblowing. Mine just fucking failed because of nosy neighbors. I feel so close to her in spirit still. That we both struggled so much that we came to the conclusion that nothing could save us. She did not have the nosy neighbors. That friend mourned her publicly.. on twitter. Ok. Logical, its a depressing, horrible and sad situation all around. All we can do is mourn. Still, it was a friend I was genuinely close to. That never showed the empathy they did to me. Hey dude so im kind of facing the exact same issues but you never reached out ? While my torment was there and documented on twitter because again. I did not fucking know wat was going on. I was in a strict mental ward under a lot of dosage from nurses who refused to give me insulin even thou i was type 1. Friend said that they tweeted at me. No mention of the years and years of discussions we had on discord and me checking up on them everytime they pulled out for severe family matters and i was genuinely concerned. Nope they aparently tweeted something at me. Okay. Thank you for the concern. Your investment really shows. Fallout 4
after that I stopped friends all together. The fact that friends I was talking nigh on everyday to each revealed their lack of concern for me during an extreme mental health crisis was abyssmal to say the least.
Fallout 5 came with Sheen. I was managing a charity zine for Palestine, and the lack of investment from so many artists brought me to the edge. I took it out on Sheen in the softest way possible. I told them I was disapointed in their piece and that it looked low effory. Sheen, a person I had knwon for the entirety of my investment in the lupin fandom, decided that an offense was enough to block me and never speak again. Once again i was on the verge of yet another blow out. And it happened. Lol. Its just so funny in retrospect that everytime I start acting weird alluding to a breakdown people shun me out despite, you know. me being clear abt my medical record. I realized that I was rude to Sheen and it was uncalled for. Apologized publicly not in the attempt that Sheen sees it but just so that everyone knows that if they hear abt the story, at least they know its all been my fault. Online friendships are so cool because it just takes the block button to burn bridges without coming back. With no chance of mending or at least a genuine apology. so Fallout 5
Is there a reason that all of these issues happened within one fandom ? I do think so. Unless i am incredibly unlucky. Or an abusive piece of shit unbeknownst to me. I think that the lupin fandom is surface level niceties. If they dont like you you will know. It will be passive but you will be muted and eventually just ostracized. You will not be invited in fandom events, or group discussions. It did not help that my mental health was constantly deteriorating and I started developping a persecution complex, thinking that people were making secret discords where they were telling others to avoid me or something. Ive endured all of this for one thing. One Humiliating thing : i love luzeni. I love it so much I want a tatto of it. I love it so much that after years before sleep I pick a random fic and then imagine their discussions. I love their dynamic so much. I love their romance I love how fucking inhinged they are i love that they hurt and love each other the same, i love that they cant live without the other, that they genuinely complete each other in a really ugly but complete patchwork of mental illness and really elaborate kinks.
I gave up thou. Another depression, I blew out, attempted again with the window, got caught and sent to the hospital. It pulled me back from the fandom. I realized i was allocating so much of my thoughts to it and how I could be better perceived, how I could make friends again to talk about the fictional thing i loved the most in the world. And I realized that in giving up and keeping to myself, that I could be more stable. That the damage was done and I cant really enjoy this fandom anymore, but Im still attached to the hip to luzeni and so in the words of a really brilliant man... Nah... Ill do my own thing.
U might be wondering why the hell is this bitch airing their laundry publicly. Its therapeutic. You dont have to read or care. If those friends see it, and make a comment of their own about how the events did NOT happen like I told, I would love to hear how they perceived it. I do not give my friendship freely and easily and these people have done profound damage to my abilty to trust. And most of all, I never had any closure. I kept rethinking, blaming them, then myself, then miscommunication, then them and then myself again. To this day I dont know why all of this happend. Did I act like an unfathomable monster, or did my friend simply not give a shit enough to help me through this. I dont fucking know and I cant deny either options. Maybe I am talking through a completely selfish wrapped sens of perception that is not to be trusted. I wouldnt be surprised. I have a very hard time relying on my own brain lately. My health is deteriorating very fast, and shit is getting worse.
The second reason is that I am going to be interned for psychiatric issues for the next 3 months. For the first time in my life I think Ill finally get all the professional support i need, available and close. Im not going to be investing any time in the fandom, if simply talking to the psychiatrist abt this catastrophic strings of fallouts. I might be posting some luzenis, but frankly i doubt it. I only make fanart when I am happy, or sad enough but still capable. Im neither right now. You are not entitled to any of these informations, but I just wanted to write them out of my mind because I have a LOT of baggage to go on through and this is an extra bag I dont need so im throwing it out.
You cannot gauge an entire fandom from your perspective, the same way you cannot gauge an entire userbase. No, tiktokers are not the worst people in humanity. Neither are reddit users. Being on tumblr is cool, but it doesnt make u better than being on twitter. And so this is only my opinion of the lupin fandom. I met some amazing persons that i wish the best for, for ever and ever, but in all the niceties and welcoming you might see, I dont think that extends to a person with mental illnesses that are villified, or out of their control. I can fairly say that my experience was disapointing, and I dont intend to rekindle anything. Ill just be on the fringe maintaining the spirit of luzeni alive because fuck you monkey punch these are my characters now by law.
If you read until this bro get a life. Also im joking, youv given me more consideration than most people i met have. If your take after this is that I am deranged, then youv read right.
Thank you for reading. This blog has always been a pleasure to post on, even my most cringe and embarassing shippy stuff. Ive been met with nothint but support, and I truly enjoy being here because of you. I hope this isnt a 3+ month long goodbye. I hope I draw my lovers again. But I cant guarantee anything. I wish you all health most of all, and love and compassion.
#evacuating emotional baggage through a long rant that you dont have to read#this post is for me and me alone really. i feel better after writing it. thou rverything is still catastrophic#there will be grace
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Damn It! Pt.2 (e.o)
Requested <3
LizzieG!PxFem Reader
Couple of people wanted a pt.2 so here ya go 😇
Y/ns POV:
I hold my stomach stopping all movements as I feel slightly nauseous the feeling quickly passing "y/n hello y/n!" I'm snapped out of my thoughts with a worried looking lizzie "yeah I'm ok just a second of not feeling good it's passed" I smile reassuring her with my hand on her cheek and a gentle kiss on her lips "thank you for your concern miss olsen" I tease with a smirk as she bites her lip "behave" she whispers pulling me close her lips ghosting mine "that's a bit hard miss olsen when you do things like this" I whisper closing my eyes waiting for to kiss me my wait very short as her lips come crashing against mine "I'm so glad you decided to fuck me last month work has become better than it ever was" I grin as she slaps my ass "even though I make you cum like a slut I still need you to get that sexy little ass in gear and go grab the files from debs on the 5th floor princess" I nod and bite my lip "ok mommy" I say as I turn and walk towards the door a sudden dizzy feeling taking over me as my body sways suddenly going limp "fuck that was close what happened y/n are you ok talk to me babe" I come round to a panicked teary lizzie "I'm ok I don't feel so good though " I mumble as she looks at me relief washing over her as she quickly helps me up carrying me to the couch laying me down gently "you scared me honey" she whispers kissing my head "I feel weird should I be scared, I felt sick about half an hour ago" lizzie plays with my hair "do you take funny turns when you're due your periods honey" I look at her and shake my head "no I never have any issu... oh fuck" I say a little to loud scaring lizzie "what" I sit up holding my stomach "my period should have been here almost 3 weeks ago" I say as I completely forgot about them "wait sick and dizzy no period, fuck" I look at her and frown "you knocked me up you horny fucker" I say as I slap her leg she looks at me shocked before standing up "hey it takes 2 to make a baby" she laughs "you wanted to fill me if you remember " I say standing up walking towards her my arousal starting as I think about our first time "I told you I wasn't on birth control" she looks like a deer in headlights as I try not to laugh pushing her onto the couch "so yes you are the horny fucker who couldn't keep it in her pants" with that I climb ontop of her surprised to feel her hard cock pressing against my covered cunt "now I'm litterly full of your seed carrying your child" I whisper against her lips as I feel her cock throb "fuck I can't lie I'm really fucking happy" she confesses as I kiss her, her hands wrapping around me as it quickly turns heated "fuck me mommy" I pant against her lips as quickly flips us pressing my back against the couch "no no no.. mom..my" I moan "I want to be on top I wanna slide down your dick then you can take over" I grin as she stands pushing her pants and boxers down "anything for you sweetheart" she quickly sits as her cock stands hard the sight making me wetter "come sit on mommy's cock sweetheart "
I bite my lip as I climb over her a leg at each side of her leg as her cock tip brushes against my core "fuck I always forget how big you are mommy " I whimper as she helps line her dick up with my entrance "there you go baby sit like a good girl " I nod as I start to sink slowly onto her dick my eyes shutting as we both moan lizzies hands moving to my ass gripping tight "fuck that feels so fucking good princess your pussy is so fucking tight and wet and" she stops leaning to my ear "mine all mine" I open my eyes as I start to bounce a little faster "all yours mommy I'm all yours" I squeal as her cock hits deep inside me my hands gripping her shoulders tightly "that's the spot that makes you squirt" she smirks as I roll my eyes I hate that she knows me so well knows my body so well but I also fucking love it "I want you to bounce baby mommy wants to make that pussy cum don't worry I'll help you bounce" I nod trying to hold back my moans as I start to bounce faster lizzie using my ass to help me bounce faster "fuck that's it princess just like that Holy shit" she moans as I continue to bounce the sounds of my wetness echoing with our moans "I.. I.. fuck mommy so close" I feel my bouncing getting sloppy as my orgasm threatens to snap, I rest my head against her shoulder still bouncing as I moan into her ear her cock pulsing inside me letting me know she's close too, I let out a surprised yelp as she holds me up taking over the thrusts her thrusts faster and harder than I could manage "fuck gonna fill that pussy every day of our lives baby " I nod as the pleasure takes over me lizzie fucking me with no mercy as my orgasm snaps "cumming mommy!!!!!!" I scream out as I gush all over her cock after to final slams lizzie pulls me down making her cock burry deep inside me as she shoots her hot sticky load deep inside me I hold her tighter my head buried in her neck both of us moaning and panting her arms wrapping around me "fuck" she mumbles as I sit up slightly to look at her "no condoms or protection when we fuck everyday?" I question hoping she agrees "that is up to you my love I will respect whatever you want it's your body, you're the one who will have to go through 9 months of pregnancy" I feel my heart melt "I love you" I cover my mouth as the words slip out lizzie looking at me shocked and amused "I love you too princess" with that she kisses me after 10 seconds I pull away "just to clarify I don't want protection I want all of you and I'm willing to take the risks if we have a few kids I'm ok with that" I say leaning my head against hers as I look at her with love I really do love this woman "you are something else and I fucking love it, I love you princess " I smile as I cuddle into her as she cuddles into me.
AN: another update damn yall are being spoiled 🙄 🤣 hope yall enjoy remember all feedback is welcomed and appreciated I also want to say thank you to the people who always vote on my one shots it really does mean alot to me yall are fucking amazing 👏 remember drink water stay hydrated my loves, word count 1.2k
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Here with me
a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.
pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)
summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things
genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end
word count: 2665
warnings: language, not proofread
masterlist
“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”
You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.
5:48
You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.
“Okay”
He reads it almost instantly.
And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.
“hey what’s up?”
“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.
“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”
“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”
“No of course not,” she says
Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.
“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.
Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.
•
1 hour earlier
“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.
“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.
Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.
“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”
“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”
Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”
•
knock
knock
You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.
“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.
“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”
You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.
“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.
“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.
Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.
“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”
She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.
“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.
As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.
“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.
“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”
“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.
She turns away again.
“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.
“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”
“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.
“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.
“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”
“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”
“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”
“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.
“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.
“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.
She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”
You both laugh through the tears.
“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”
Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”
Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.
“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.
You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”
You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.
•
“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.
“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.
“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”
“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.
Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.
“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.
“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.
"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.
"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.
"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.
"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"
"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.
That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.
"See y/n gets it." He shrugs
"Yeah, I do."
There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"
When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".
"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.
Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.
"Dick, please look at me." You say.
"I can't," he whispers.
"Why?"
He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."
You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.
"Please don't go yet," He says.
"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"
You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.
"Y'know I love you" You say
"I know."
"Dick you can tell me anything"
He sighs, "You already know the truth"
"But I need to hear it from you"
He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.
"I'm Nightwing"
You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.
"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.
When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.
"What?" You question.
"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.
Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.
"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.
"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.
You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.
#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson#bruce wayne#x reader#angst#dick grayson angst#hurt/comfort#dick grayson hurt/comfort#dick grayson fluff#duke thomas#jason todd#barbara gordon#tim drake#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson one shot
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Is It A Crime?
(Finallyyy 😩🥵😩🥴)
Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader Smut
Divorced CoupleAU, DomesticAU, MDNI
CW: afab parts, tame words (not too vulgar), fingering, 😻-eating, implied smashing, feral Nanami (cuz it's a want, a need, and a must omg 😩🥴)
A/n: any Japanese is confirmed via DeepL and written in romaji so you can pronounce it
I should’ve left an hour ago; he asked me to come over for a drink or two and to talk but I didn’t think the night would end with me sat between his legs with his thick fingers curled inside me, grinding against my spot. The other massive hand was wrapped around my neck, pulling my head back to his shoulder so he could place wet kisses on my neck. I know I divorced him about 2 years ago, but I couldn’t help but give in when he hugged me from behind when I was about to leave.
That hug held so much emotion and regret from the man that towered over me that it gave me butterflies. I’m ashamed I let his accent and the seduction in his voice get to me, but without it, I wouldn’t be on his couch with him with my thighs trembling and slowly shutting from the stimulation.
“Did I not say to keep them open?" He whispers in my ear, shoving them back apart, “Why do I have to keep reminding you?”
"I can't, 'm sorry. Jus' can't anymore.”
"I don’t care, you said I could play with her one last time." The middle and ring fingers sink deeper, "So let me."
"But I came so much already~"
"Wakatteiruyo (I'm aware); 3 times, to be exact."
I hate him so much. I have no idea how many times I reached the edge and I didn’t know when he intended to stop. Hell, I don’t even know if he was even planning on stopping. He seemed to never have enough time for anything but his work, and all of a sudden he has time for a drink with me. I watch as his hand slides from out my pants and underwear to his lips right next to my face. I hear soft moans from him.
“I've been keeping track of every single one.” He chuckles, sucking his fingers, “I just don't care.”
“Now you wanna focus on m-me?”
“I rarely saw you because I was focused on you.” He says shoving his fingers back inside.
“Shit.”
“Now I wanna focus on you?” He mocked, speeding up, “I’m always focused on you. I focused on our future together ‘cuz I wanted it to be as safe as possible.”
“Ken~”
“Just like I’m focusing on you now, making sure you’re walking funny when you leave my house. So cum again.”
My head was so fuzzy and light and he knew it, leading him to speak mostly in Japanese to keep me that way. Nanami’s canines grazed my neck with each nibble while his fingers curl and thrust deep, the accuracy on my spot making me arch my back off his chest. I grasped at the armrest of the couch with one hand and the back of his neck with the other as I shook from my 4th orgasm.
He chuckled into my collarbone but didn’t stop his hand, causing me to shiver from the aftershocks as I fell into another orgasm and shrieked from overstimulation. Nanami stood up and picked me up effortlessly before sitting me on his shoulders, leaving my legs to dangle down his back. I look down at his brown eyes as his large hands pressed against my lower back and pulled me to his waiting mouth.
“Fuck, st-stop~”
"I've been playing with my food so long,” he groans, lapping at me slowly, “I almost forgot to taste it.”
I try to push his head away, "Ken, ngh~ why are you--"
He smacks my hand away, "Shizukesa (hush)."
"I s-said you could play with it. N-not- ah~”
"The taste from my fingers wasn't enough. Chotto mattekure. (Just give me a minute)."
I squeal in shock as his tongue begins to flick and caress my sensitive bud, my hips jerking forward every time he grazes it. I feel his plump lips close around it, suckling on it until I begin humping with desperation, chanting his name over and over until he makes me cum another time. I feel him groan against me, slurping every drop of nectar that spread on his tongue.
The amount of pleasure buzzing through my body was dizzying, so I thread my fingers into his messy blonde locks to pull him away from me before he drowns. He doesn’t budge or get the memo, opting to moan at the feeling. My legs shake on his shoulders as I scream and use his head to push myself up and away from his hungry mouth when he slaps my ass firmly.
“Doko he ikunda (where are you going)?" He mumbles, "Hm? Doko he ikummorida (where do you think you are going)?”
“Ken...can’t an'more.”
“Shizukesa.”
He holds me tighter against his face as he pushes his tongue inside my clenching hole, moaning at the full flavor he missed from only licking and sucking. His slurps were louder now and so were my sounds, both of them echoing against his apartment’s walls and ceilings. I shiver over him, moaning as his tongue flicks in and out with loud gulps. I tug at his hair and throw my head back, hitting it lightly against the wall with a soft thud.
“Mmh, make...a...mess.”
"Yes, y-yes just-- hnngh, fuck!"
He grabs both of my hips and slides me across his tongue faster than my brain could process until I scream. I grab his wrist in a last attempt to stop him but, almost in retaliation, Nanami shakes his head from side to side. It wasn’t long until I was choking on moans when he groans again.
He continued until I was jolting and whining from the aftershocks before grabbing my hips and moving my quivering form to his waist. I gasp, grasping his shoulders at the feeling of him stretching my entrance as it pushes inside. He curses in Japanese as he sinks deeper, the sensation making him press my back against the nearest wall.
“Need....break~”
“I know, angel, I’ll break you good. We have to do something with all that sweetness, right? It’d be such a waste if I don't.”
“Where was this eagerness when we were together?”
“Don't remind me; that’s why you’re getting it all tonight.”
“We’re...divorced.”
“Yeah.”
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Dirty Work - Javier Peña
Part 2 to Desperation
i really just needed an excuse to use this gif red is def his color
Warnings: possible ooc Javi, smut [minors dni beyond this point], first person POV [Jackie with the big boobiez], also ofc Jackie (she's poc ! i more than likely won't specify her ethnicity so feel free to read as a self-insert), lazy proofreading
Smut warnings: not nearly as filthy as the last one, but still a lil dirty, public (?) sex [it’s in an office y’all], risk of getting caught, strip tease (? eh), SQUIRTING HEHE (pedro’s javi has a squirt kink from last time), overstimulation, slight pain+crying from overstimulation (consensual i promise!), basically brief masochism, worried!Javi, gentle!Javi, tummy bulge, this is basically like…mainstream porn, please proceed with caution, FLUFF at the end they like each other :o
wc: 3.5k (much shorter :( lo siento)
I walk through the halls of the quiet building, the smell of cigarettes and various colognes filling my nostrils. I haven’t seen Javier in a few weeks but we’ve spent nearly every late night on the phone as if we were two lovesick teenagers still living with our parents. Javi wasn’t just some guy I fuck and never call again, he was intriguing and mysterious, but also a little easy to read. He’s funnier than one might imagine—corny, but funny.
I told him about the Ammazza restaurant a couple of nights ago and he had been dying to try some of their food so I decided to be nice enough to surprise him with dinner.
A few people tried to stop me from walking through but I just kept on walking until I saw a room with an open door. I figured it must be where his desk is considering how often he complained about never having enough privacy so I poked my head inside the door and spotted Murphy’s profile, quickly seeing Javi’s face right across from the blonde. I strutted in quickly, making their heads turn at the sound of my platform heels hitting the floor.
“Woah, woah, woah, woah—“ Murphy protested.
I just waved him off without even bothering to look at him. “Shut up, Murphy,” I said before leaning over to pop a kiss onto Javi’s lips and sitting on the edge of his desk. “I brought you some much-needed Ammazza since it sounded like you’d be here late.”
Javi seemed a bit shocked at my appearance but sends me a warm smile nonetheless. “Thank you, uh… How did you know where I worked?”
Shrugging I answered, “I was across the street walking Angie’s dog and I saw you guys come in… That was last week I think?”
“Oh, so you’re stalking me now?” He joked. I noticed him checking out the straps of my chunky heels, probably noting how their fuchsia color complimented my brown skin.
I chuckled. “You just have a hard time blending in.”
“I’ll take your insult as a compliment. What’d you bring me anyways?”
“I didn’t know what you liked so I got you a pizza, much better than back in the states.”
“Thank you, muchas gracias, but I gotta get back to work… I’ll call you later?” He asked.
I smirked at him eyeing my nipples through my white blouse and nodded. “Sure thing, suga’.”
He curled his fingers and tilted his head up a little bit. “Dame un beso,” he hoarsely whispered. I gave him another kiss, only this time our lips linger a little longer. I noticed the smell of cigarettes so I asked for two.
I pulled my red lipstick out of my purse and put some on; I could tell the men were exchanging weird looks but I ignored it and grabbed a pen to write my hotel name and room on one of the cigarettes before I placed a kiss on the cigarette butt and placed it back into his hand. I pecked his cheek to stain it before lighting my cig and leaving without having said another word.
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“Javi?” I called with a swift knock on the open door. “Javi, ¿donde estas?” I took a few extra steps into the room I had visited hours prior and looked around the empty desks. A hand from behind pulled me back out into the hallway and I yelped before being spun around and finding Javier’s eyes. “God, fucking—Jesus, Javier you can’t do that!”
Chuckling he wrapped his arms around my hips to give my ass a firm, slow squeeze, practically grinding his clothed dick against me. “Lo siento, mama,” he whispered against my chin.
I smiled, hovered my lips over his, and tangled my fingers through his work-messy hair. “Te perdono... Why’d you call me and ask me to come back, Javi?”
He tried to kiss me but I backed away, his grip on me causing me to hit the doorway. “Mm, you looked so sexy in those jeans earlier I couldn’t stay away from you another night.”
“You coulda just came to my room.” He picked me up and walked over to his desk after kicking the door shut, and sat me atop some papers in the open area.
“Maybe I wanted you to come to me as you did earlier,” he flirted. I raised daring eyebrows at him and played with the hair on his exposed chest. “How ‘bout we go somewhere a little more… Private?”
“Lead and I shall follow.” He helped me off of the desk and held my hand while I followed him to a nearby office with a door. He shut and locked the door behind me before sitting in the chair with his toned legs sprawled out. “Oh, is this the part where I just get on my knees and beg to suck you dry?” I stood in front of him and watched his eyes follow the lines of my jeans.
“You don’t have to beg sweetheart,” he said while shaking his head ‘no’. After bending over I slowly undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
“You wanted me to come crawling back to you, you said?”
“Maybe… That a problem?”
I hummed and ran my cool hands over his sweat-covered chest. “No.” I walked a few feet away, turning my back to him. “You sure nobody else is here? Hmm?” I asked while facing him again.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
I smirked down at him and unbuttoned my jeans, cheeks flushing at the sight of his jeans tightening around his dick. I untucked my shirt and undid a few buttons at the top, enough to reveal just above my nipples. I turned my back towards him again and bend over as I pulled my tight jeans down my legs. I heard him exhale deeply at the sight of me not having any panties on and still bent over I rubbed my middle fingers up and down my squished slit, shivering at the pressure. I balanced myself as I took my free hand to spread my left ass cheek so that he could see more of me. I jiggled my ass, giggling bashfully at how exposed I am; I stood up and stepped out of my jeans, remembering how he seemed to have liked my shoes earlier. Turning around I took off my blouse, let it slip from my fingers to the floor, and slowly walked to him before I sat on the desk and propped my legs onto his shoulder. He slid his hand up my bare skin, admiring my low eyes and smile.
“Jackie… Jackie, Jackie, Jackie…” He cooed. “Spread your legs for me?” I obeyed his request and propped my right leg on his other shoulder; he rolled his seat closer to me and kissed the goosebumps on my belly. I ruffled his hair a little bit which made him pull his head back to look at my nails. “Mm,” he cheerfully moaned, “Pink, yeah? Like your heels?” He rubbed my calf, leaned back to leave little pecks on my ankle above my heel straps, and darted his tongue out to lick up my entire leg until he got to my hot vulva. His hands gripped the sides of my thighs roughly as he chose not to wait any longer to get a proper taste. He moaned and practically melted into my skin. “You taste better than I remember,” he affirmed.
“Hmm, thank you,” I whispered, leaning back on my elbows. I watched his tongue work over my clit, trying to hollow my moans into breaths but failing miserably. My moans bounced off of the walls in the small room while his mewls fell onto my dripping lips. He buried his nose deeper into the flesh of my pussy and allowed me to close my legs around his head; I cried out his name, begging him to fuck me with his fingers. He just moaned and slowly slid one inside of me wanting to feel me convulse around him before sliding another one in, stretching me out so much with his fingers alone that it nearly burned. “God, you’re gonna make me come already,” I moaned.
“Need to make you squirt again,” he said close enough to my clit to make it vibrate. “That was so sexy…”
Giggling, I said, “Won’t I get—fuck, right there—I can’t get these papers wet?”
“Don’t mind ‘em, cariño, Cesar will live.”
Before I could even think to question him again he sucked my clit between his teeth gently and shamelessly rammed his curled fingers against my g-spot; my hands clamped around his curls and my knees tightened against his jaws. I felt a similar urge as I did that night in the car where I squirted all over his backseat. My eyes closed thinking about him ruthlessly fucking me in the puddles of my secretion was enough to… Well, make it happen again.
I let out the most obnoxiously high-pitched scream as my orgasm took over my body and mind. He pulls his head up, unable to take any more of the pressure my legs were causing; he rubbed my clit with all four of his fingers and pumped his other hand in and out of my pussy at a pace my orgasm couldn’t keep up with. He laughed and boasted once my squirt began to spill everywhere, some even splashed up onto my chin.
“Good fucking girl!” He boasts, not letting up on my body. “Good girl, baby, oh my goodness—“ He cut himself off by giving me a tender kiss. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked after I had finished squirting, but I feel some more build up inside of me so I shook my head and urged him to keep going even though my clit was beginning to swell from the overstimulation. I saw how hungry his eyes grew at the sight of me squirting all over him and wanted to keep it going. The possibility of getting caught made this that much more exhilarating. “Oh, I can feel you squeezing around my fingers… Mmm… M’gonna have to replace my fingers with my cock, how does that sound? Good? Good.”
Watching his slick lips talk me through my elongated orgasm had me speechless—no, practically fucking braindead. His cock replacing his thick fingers and his hand still doing laps along my tender bud was enough to get me going again. This time it started out little, he didn’t even notice it at first and I thought my squirting session was coming to an end, but the numbness of my urethra turned out to be an indicator of another orgasm. As I said, it started out small but ended up much more explosive and messier than the first time. I didn’t feel a single bit of it even as it was coming out, soaking my and Javi’s face in the wetness. He rubbed even harder, almost as if to take out his frustration of it getting all over him.
After a few seconds, I had to use all the strength I could muster to push his hand and body away from me, my moans turned to gasps of agony and my already wet face being soaked in tears. I laid flat on the desk and took a moment to myself, jumping at his hands touching my thigh.
“You okay?” He asked softly after pressing his chest to mine. He kissed my collarbone sweetly and asked, “Was I too rough?”
I rubbed my palm against the side of his face and breathed in a few more times. “I just need a few minutes.” It was true. I loved the way he could effortlessly yet effectively get my body to do the things he wanted even with the slightest touch. I opened my eyes and grinned up at him. “Maybe just be a little gentle now?” He kissed me sorrily a few times. “You can do what you want, just ease up, okay? I loved it,” I reassure, “I love how you can push me to my limits. I just need some softness for a bit, that’s all…” He kept giving me a guilty look, not understanding that I admired him so much more than before. I loved being controlled and used during sex and getting to the point of cumming so hard I shed tears was a new turn-on for me. I kissed his sorrow-filled face and guided our bodies so that we were upright again. “Here,” I whispered; without breaking eye contact I lined his semi-hard cock up with my entrance again, tugging at his hips to inch inside of me. “See? I’m okay, that’s okay.”
He lifted his hands up to my face to place a kiss on my forehead. “Does it hurt?” He asked, pumping only halfway into me.
I shook my head and danced my fingertips over his back. “Shh, sh sh…” I brought him down to kiss me and guided him to fill me back up. “You feel how wet you made me?”
“Yeah?” His breath was shaky and his upper body trembled in my grasp.
“I loved it, I love the pain and the way you use me,” I said in the sense of begging him to forgive himself.
“Yeah?” He whimpered. “You promise?” His slow pumps gave my body time to relax around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted one of my nipples into my mouth, mewling out a ‘yes’. He cursed at the sight of me, droplets of my squirt still dripping from my hair onto my shoulders. I squirmed at his tip curving to my cervix, surprised (but thankful) that it didn’t hurt. I went to watch his length pump in and out of me but was surprised to find the bulge in my tummy spring up upon his entry into me. He noticed it too, I watched as his eyes widened and he quickly started to worry again.
“Come here,” I ushered before he could even get a word out. I pulled him to lay on me and gasped at how much deeper he seemed to reach. He couldn’t hold his pleasure in any longer. He adjusted us so that his knees were on the desk and my head was hanging off; on his knees above me, and forced my hips up to level with his and he sped his pace up just a little. I pleaded for him to keep going, tantalized by his whimpers and grunts. He shoved his arms under and around my waist to pull me in closer as his thrusts had gotten sloppier. “You’re s’close already,” I said when I felt his shaft throb inside of me.
He kissed me in response and paused for a moment to prop one of my legs on his shoulder; he started pounding inside of me forcing a few yelps to come out whenever he hit my pelvis with his. The desk creaked loudly and sounded as if it were on the verge of collapsing, but that didn’t stop him. After a while his pounding turned into short but fast thrusts, only allowing the base of his shaft to move in and out of me. I screamed his name and clawed at the papers on the desk letting a few books fall off whenever my flailing arms bumped into them. I cupped his face, moaning at his constant rubbing against my sweet spot.
“Oh, baby, you look so pretty like this,” he said.
Before I could give him some more dirty talk the sound of the other door slamming shut caused both Javi and me to freeze. I covered my grimacing mouth and sat up after he pulled out to tiptoe to the door. I didn’t hear what was said, but I could tell there were at least two men in the bigger room yet I am unable to move in the slightest bit. Javi turned the light off as quietly as the switch would allow and I prayed that neither of the men were looking at the opaque glass on the door. The further door being heard slamming shut again made Javi look outside, scanning the room.
“Be right back,” he whispered while pulling his jeans up and grabbing his gun.
Freaking out I tried to stop him. “No, no, Javi, please don’t leave me alone!” I whispered harshly.
Hey, I said possibly getting caught was a turn-on. Not nearly getting caught.
“It’ll be for two seconds, cariño, okay? I promise I’ll be right back.” He kissed my forehead, and left, but kept his promise. He was gone for maybe 45 seconds before he walked back in and shut the door. “We’re okay… Um… Do you want to stop?” He asked after standing in front of me.
I rolled my eyes and smirked, pulling him in for a kiss. My heart still pounding from the quick scare caused me to shiver in his arms but I ignored it and undid his pants again. “I want you to fucking hurry up and cum inside of me before we actually get fucking caught,” I urged, turning around on the desk into doggy position and not letting any more time slip away by putting his cock back inside of me.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, “it won’t take long.” He gave my ass a light but loud spank, tugging at the ends of my hair with his free hand. He pulled me back by my hair to meet him halfway on his dick, moaning out a loud, “Fuck, your ass is amazing.” He planted a kiss on my spine and dug himself into my overflowing pool of discharge and precum. It took him no longer than a few minutes of listening to my whines from how my pussy was aching for his cum for him to get close again. “You feel so fucking amazing,” he breathed onto my back, giving it a love bite.
“Javi, I can’t wait anymore…” I begged, “Please fill me up.” His hand wrapped around the front of my neck at my words, and he began to let his warm cum pour inside of me. “You’re so good to me, Daddy.” He shoved himself deeper inside of me to give me his last few drops.
“I’m good to you?” He tiredly asked.
I turned back around after he pulled out and gave him a sloppy smooch; he fixed my hair and grinned at me. “You’re so good to me.”
“Sorry about earli—“
I placed a finger on his lips and shushed him. “I’m fine, really.”
“Promise me again,” he insisted.
“Javier Peña, prometo… Que me encantó… There, does me saying it in Spanish make you believe me?” I laughed at his sleepy state.
“Actually, yeah.” He kissed me again and again and again until I felt his cum starting to drip out of me. “Here…” He grabbed my jeans and helped me into them carefully, picking me up off the piss-soaked and messy desk; he zipped and buttoned my pants for me before grabbing my shirt. “You should wear this on our date,” he nonchalantly mentioned.
I scoff up at him and start to close the blouse. “Excuse me, Agent Peña, I don’t believe you asked me properly.”
Blushing he finished dressing and quickly threw me over his shoulder earning a quick yelp from me. He walked out of the room to his desk and began gathering his things with his other hand. “Pretty girl, will you do me the honor of gracing me with your presence over a lovely dinner at Romas?” Laughing, I said yes to his proper offer which rewarded me with a slap on my ass as we began to leave the building. “Atta girl!” Once we arrived at his car he sets me on my feet and asked, “Need a ride?”
“Mhm… I walked because it’s not too far from me.” He opened the passenger door for me so I gave him one more kiss before climbing in. He turns one of his scanners off and lights a cigarette for us to split on the short drive to my hotel. “Javi?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you wanna fuck in the Cesar guy's office?”
He choked on a laugh. “He gave me some bullshit tip which ruined my progress… Why?”
“I feel bad,” I admitted. “We could have at least cleaned it up a little… I mean I did piss everywhere.”
Shrugging he said, “If you met him you’d know why it didn’t matter.”
“I’m gonna trust you on that,” I said. “How was your pizza?”
He glanced over at me and nodded happily. “Oh it was great, thank you. Are you hungry? You told me once you always eat dinner late.”
I mantled at the small detail he remembered, firmly nodding my head. “They have good food at the hotel… Why don’t you stay over tonight?”
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Day 2 - Submission
Kinktober day 2, which is definitely not 5 days late, I would never post anything late of course ;-;
Warnings: reader is a little bit of a toxic dom at first, punishment mention, marking, blood mention, submissive tomura x dom reader, tory sucking (except tomuras getting his titties sucked lmao), mommy kink, slight degrading + praise, a little bit of cockworship, face fucking, descriptive mentions of his cock + cum, soft aftercare :)
It’s late when you come home to your shared apartment. You’re exhausted at this point, mentally, as you drag yourself up a flight of stairs and to your apartment door.
You’re careful to be quiet as you shut the door behind you—Tomura’s bedtime was just over an hour ago and you know how hard it is to get him back to sleep once he’s awake.
The lights are all off, so you struggle to make your way through the pitch darkness, wincing as you bump into furniture as you make your way to your room. The door’s shut, and you’re careful to keep quiet as you slowly turn the knob and push it open, old hinges screeching in a way that makes you cringe.
You expect to see Tomura asleep in your shared bed, cuddled up in an excessive amount of blankets and cuddling the ridiculously huge plush teddybear you’d won him from the city carnival last year. He’s usually got at least three pillows to accommodate him—one for his head, one for his arms (along with the teddybear), and one between his thighs for comfort. But tonight you see none of that.
He’s laying on his side, covers up to his waist with his shirt off—probably lounging in his boxers despite you buying him so many silky, expensive pajamas for him to wear. Blue light shines onto his face and you see something on his phone, bedsheets rustling slightly, but you’re too far away to see what he’s looking at.
At first, you figure he fell asleep scrolling through social media or something. But then you hear a soft moan coming from his side of the bed, and jealousy sparks in your chest.
Aside from the basic ground rules of a dom-sub relationship, you two really only have one strict rule: no porn for either of you.
It makes you jealous, you had explained when you realized he hadn’t quit his porn addiction after the first few weeks of dating, seeing him cum all over his fist for some other woman. Of course he didn’t know any better—still a virgin when you met with barely any dating experience, he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do when he needed to shoot off a load, especially when you weren’t around.
You call me, you’d explained, a bit annoyed. Whether you’re at work, with friends, in the other room, you made sure that if he needs to cum, he fucking calls you.
So why was he committing an act of such disrespect? You come home late one night and this is what he does?
You make no effort to stay quiet anymore, dropping your bag onto the floor and storming over to the bed, snatching the phone out of his hand.
“What’s this all about, eh?” You ask.
He jumps, startled, and tries to grab the phone back, but you keep it out of his reach.
“Y-You’re home?”
“What does it look like? I had some entitled customer offer extra money half an hour after closing and got forced to deal with them for another hour—I’m home a little late and you immediately go watching that shit? Did you even think?”
“That shit? What are you talking about?” He sounds nervous, raspy voice shaking as he stares at the phone in your hand and back to your glare.
“You know what I’m talking about, Tomura,” you snap. “You deliberately stayed up past your bedtime because I didn’t come home early, didn’t even bother to lock the door while you jacked off to another girl getting her back blown out, and now you’re lying? Fucking disrespectful,”
“A—Another girl?”
Tomura laughs, unexpected from you even considering his brattiness. He’s usually bold, but he thinks he can laugh about something like this?
“Something funny?” You ask, annoyed. “What kinda shit were you even watching?”
You pick up his phone and unlock it—your face already registered for his ID unlock—and your expression softens.
You expected to see lewd videos of girls with spread legs and abhorrently fake moans, exaggerated expressions and poor scripting as they attempt to make the shit look hot.
But instead you see a social media app, on some account you don’t recognize—you have all his passwords, of course—and dozens of reblogged thirst tweets.
They’re dirty, unbelievably dirty—you knew your baby was a slut, but he can’t even tell you what he wants when you’re about to fuck him, let alone repost these things for anyone on his blog to see.
You stare for a moment, reading through them, and looking back to Tomura’s expression.
His laughs of disbelieve have faded into nervous chuckles, face gone redder than his eyes as he watches you scroll through his phone.
“This is what you were staying up doing?” You ask in disbelief, feeling guilty for yelling at him just a moment ago. “You were the moaning I heard? And—And what’s the fake account for? Who’s is this?”
“I—It’s mine,” he admits sheepishly. “’m sorry, mommy—I should’ve told you I made a new one, but—but then you would’ve looked at it and seen the posts and—”
You shut him up with a messy kiss, lips lazily slotting against his as you cup his burning face, more embarrassment seeping into his cheeks.
“This is what you were doing, up past your bedtime?” You chuckle, laying down next to him and showing him the posts as if he wasn’t the one who saved him. “Do you see how slutty this makes you look?”
“I—I know, mommy, you don’t need to rub it in,” he stammers, tongue tripping over his words as his voice shakes. “I just—”
“These go back for weeks, love,” you tease. “You’ve been reading these for a while, hm? Wishing they were you?”
“Well I—erm—”
You silence him with another kiss, softer this time, and keep scrolling through the posts.
“You want these? You want it to be you?”
“Yes—no! I mean—”
You laugh a little and pull him into your chest, muttering about how that’s just so cute, love, and that if he needed these things so bad, he could’ve just asked.
“‘m’not good at using my words, mommy—you know that!”
“Oh hush,” you sigh, stroking his silvery hair and scrolling into another post.
“If this is what my baby needs so badly, what kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t give it to him?”
You click on one of the posts, laughing at the way he tries to hide his face in your chest.
A pathetic moan forces it’s way from his throat as you read more posts aloud, him whining as he tries to bury his face deeper into your chest.
“Degrading, hm? I knew you were a little slut, but I didn’t know you liked being treated like one,”
He whines again, unable to to stop himself from grinding against your thigh. Even through the material of his boxers you can feel how wet he is, the tip of his cock drooling precum through the fabric. You can’t help but mumble about how cute it is, how wet he is, just from reading a few dirty posts online.
“You know, I really should punish you—you’re up past your bedtime and hid this dirty secret from me for a long time, love,”
“’m sorry, mommy!” He whines, muffled by your shirt. “Needed you—needed to cum so bad and—and I couldn’t do it alone, and you weren’t home and—”
“Shh, baby, hush,” you coo, trailing your fingers down his body. “I won’t punish you tonight, you seem like you really need it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do, please!” He lifts his head to look at you, large puppy eyes boring into yours. “I won’t do it again, p-promise! Jus—Just help me, please?”
You smile softly and set his phone down on your nightstand, fixing your attention on his wide eyes, pathetic tears of yearning and need threatening to spill down onto his cheeks.
You crawl over him, and although he’s bigger than you—taller, heavier, more muscular—he feels so small under your intense gaze, crimson eyes scanning every tiny expression of your face.
“I’m gonna take care of you, love,” you promise, pressing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss before he has the chance to respond.
Slender fingers tangle themselves in your hair, desperately trying to pull you closer, to get more.
Your tongue forces its way into his mouth, his dry lips moving in to suck on it, drowning in your taste. A moan leaves his throat as you move down and bite on his lip, tugging on it until the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth.
Delicate lips make their way down his neck, tongue tracing over self-inflicted scars, covering them with brilliant marks of violet and crimson. You make your way down to his chest, leaving soft bitemarks and gorgeous bruises, tongue lapping over his sensitive nipples before you lean in and suckle, a rush of pride leaving your body in a soft laugh as his hips buck pathetically, lonely cock desperate for attention.
“M-Mommy, please,” he whines, failing to push your head off his overstimulated nipple.
“Please what, love?”
He whines again, a pathetic mewl of your name as his untouched cock twitches in his boxers.
“M-My cock, mommy! Touch me there!”
Normally, such a demanding tone would’ve earned him a hefty punishment—one that would’ve left his ass bruised and red with handprints, a nasty punishment that would’ve ended with him sobbing on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
But tonight you just can’t help but feel bad for him, knowing how needy he must be.
So you stop teasing him and move your focus to his boxers—a sticky, wet print covering the plaid print in the front—and tug them down to his thighs, taking in the sight of his gorgeous cock.
You were far from inexperienced when you met Tomura. Not a slut or a player, but you’d seen plenty of men naked, and you knew how to take care of them. But even ignoring your obvious bias to Tomura, his is still your favorite.
He’s big—longer and thicker than normal, your two hands still not being able to fit him all. A virgin when he met you, he thought his cock was average at best, but nothing like the over exaggerated shit he’d seen. He’d been so adorable, so shy to show it to you for the first time, so confused when you sucked in your breath and told him it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.
Thick veins wrap around the shaft; your favorite is the fat one that runs along the underside of his cock. And it’s so fucking pretty, a perfect shade of dusty rose, tip turning redder and redder the harder he gets.
Once you’re done admiring him, staring at how pretty his cock is, you slowly wrap your lips around the tip of it.
Precum pools under his foreskin, and you dig your tongue into the slit, giggling as his cock jumps at your touch. You lap up the salty precum, swallowing every delicate drop before taking him further in.
You start slow—or at least, you try to—as you take him in, wanting to savor him, savor the taste of his fat cock on your tongue.
But you’re impatient, can’t wait any longer—and neither can he, as he instinctively bucks his hips up into your face, effectively shoving his length down your throat.
You choke a little around him, throat spawning at the unexpected intrusion, but god, it feels so good just to have him in your mouth.
You allow him to tangle his fingers in your hair, using your mouth like it’s a fucking fleshlight as he forces your head up and down, up and down.
It hurts a little, every slam of your face into his pelvic bone, lips catching on his silvery pubes—but you force yourself to take it, marveling in just how good your baby fe le from your touch.
He moans louder and louder, switching between cries of your name and “f-fuck, mommy!-” as he uses you to get himself off.
It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches in your mouth, and you know he’s close. You moan around his cock, an unspoken plea for him to finish in your mouth.
And despite not being able to form words, Tomura knows, Tomura always knows what his mommy wants.
So he gives it to you, a final thrust of his hips having him moan out a cry of your name as he paints your throat with hot, thick ropes of cum.
You pull off a moment later and swallow, savoring the taste of his cum in your mouth as you clean him up with your tongue.
He’s still panting when you come back up to his face and pull him into your chest, poor baby still struggling to come down from his orgasm.
But it’s your soft embrace, your plush lips pressing gentle kisses into his skin as he calms down, your voice hushing him through it that helps him slowly drift off.
As he cuddles into your body, feeling your loving arms around him, just one thought runs through his mind.
God, he fucking loves you.
#tomura smut#shigaraki smut#bnha smut#kinktober 2022#tomura x reader#dom reader#sub shigaraki#dom/sub#kinktober smut#kinktober day 2
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Hi Atlas :0 i have new request but for BAU team with teen!werewolf!reader?
Hotch & Rossi are the only ones to know about reader being a werewolf when he is put on the team bc government wanted to keep him under the eye and recruited him in the end, his records are sealed so Penny doesn't snoop around the important stuff lol. And Rossi being his handler and the main person to see after the boy, to do a report to Hotch about his performance etc. And the reader mostly being there for scent search ( like the reader has a sharp nose for scents and us able to distinguish them with ease even if old and somewhat able to even if masked under fresher scents or added scents) but he's in general a lot faster with more stamina and energy to burn unlike humans .
So the team gets to know the reader's so called secret by seeing him action just zooming past them to catch up with a escaping Unsub in a mountain-like scenery and they're having a hard time catching up to them bc Rossi gave him the go ahead bc the Unsub would otherwise be able to escape in-between the trees and rocks.
Just imagine reader being big enough in his werewolf form(doesn't matter if 4- or 2-legged form to me (as in folklore or twilight type lol) ) that he can just plop all his weight down on the Unsub and pin them to the ground. Possibly disarm them by grabbing the thing in their hands or biting their arms/wrists.
How would the team react? Would they have had some suspicions on the topic?
Sorry the request's a bit long again lmao. Please if the request is too much, your requests are closed or you just don't feel like it, don't feel pressured to do it! Stay hydrated, have a nice day and keep your head up! uwu
Okay, so I wasn't going to write this originally because I wasn't sure how to, but then I started thinking about it and ideas kind of just came to me aha. I hope you like it, I'm posting it now because I just finished writing it and I'm giggling and I just wanted to post it because I think it's funny, but not like a funny funny like a stupid funny if that makes sense?
Warnings: Bullet wound, blood, make shift first aid
Word count: 1385
“A handler?” You asked in disbelief, you scoff, shaking your head at the director with a laugh, “I don’t fucking think so, I’m not a dog-”
“We need someone to monitor you who’s on the team.” He said, pausing before continuing, “Like a mentor,”
“Then call it a mentor. Not a fucking handler,”
“Could you give us a minute?” Rossi asked, speaking for the first time. Hotch, Strauss, and the Director look at each other for a minute before leaving the room.
“The prick may as well ask me to roll over,” You muttered bitterly, wiping the frustrated tear that had made its way down your cheek.
“Look, kid, all I’m going to be doing is making sure you’re settling in okay,” Rossi said with a shrug, “I don’t care about what else they’re saying. I’m only concerned about if you’re okay.”
That’s how you were introduced to one: the fact that you would be working with the BAU, and two: that you’d have a ‘handler’ constantly monitoring you.
When you met the team, an hour or so later, they noticed that you seemed to be full of energy and, despite only having met Rossi an hour ago, seemed to be pretty loyal to him already. Over the next coming months, your secret (as promised) was kept between you, Rossi, and Hotch. All the team knew was that you ‘had good tracking skills’ and that’s why you were recruited. You knew the truth was going to come out eventually, but you didn’t think you would ever be prepared.
There wasn’t much difference with this case then the others, an unsub who was a horrible person, lashed out at people, the usual. He even had a lair surrounded by woods. When you found him and the team confronted him, he ran (also not unusual) and he was fast (unusual), really fast (definitely unusual).
You stare at Rossi until he nods, giving you approval. You pelt your legs fast after the unsub, even if you did lose him, you’d be able to find him quickly. He stunk of the familiar scent of blood, mixed with cigarettes, and Jack Daniels. You let yourself shift as you run, the familiar feeling of your bones resetting subtly as you did so - more energy and strength seeping through your body as you changed, clothes tearing as your body transformed. Soon enough, you’re ready to drop down on all fours, a growl crawling up your throat you do. It doesn’t take you long to catch up with him, maybe thirty seconds. When you do, you tackle him to the ground, keeping him pinned with a heavy paw, you lift your head into the air, howling loudly to signal to Rossi that he’s been detained.
The team stared at you in absolute shock when you walked back over to them, now dressed in the spare clothes Hotch and Rossi always kept close by (as a just in case).
���What the fuck-” Derek’s the first to speak.
“It’s sort of a long story?” You reply, unsure.
“There’s been numerous sightings of werewolf individuals throughout history, not to mention clinical lycanthropy,” Spencer chimes in.
“So you’re a-?”
“Say it,” You say dramatically, you hear Rossi and Hotch sigh deeply, already knowing where this was going. “Say it. Out loud.”
Derek and Emily share a confused look. “Werewolf.” Hotch mumbled, hoping to get this whole thing over with.
You turn around dramatically, “Are you afraid?”
“No.” You grin, you had never heard Hotch sound so done with you in your life. This was brilliant.
“This is the face of a killer, Bella.” You say, disappointed when none of them get your reference. “Really? None of you? JJ, come on, you know what Cullen means, surely you get it?”
“Sorry, I’ve never actually seen Twilight,”
“Ugh,” You groaned, “Penelope would get it, you all need to be more like Penelope and laugh at my jokes,”
“No need to bite back so hard, kid,” Derek grins.
“If this becomes a frequent thing, I might actually kill you.” You state.
“You’re all bark and no bite,” A growl sounds through your throat and your eyes flash. Derek puts his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, no more jokes. Can you eat chocolate though? Serious question. Rossi, why’s he looking at me like that? Rossi, Rossi-!” Derek yelped as you tackled him to the ground.
“Yes I can eat chocolate, it makes me feel sick though.” You answer, you hadn’t shifted, you just wanted to scare him a little. “Nice yelp though, sounded like a little girl.”
“I did not!”
“Yeah, you did,” Emily answered with a snort.
Now, months later, you stand in a warehouse, locating the unsub with Rossi whilst you wait for backup. “He’s definitely here,” You mumble, “Jesus, he eats a lot of fast food,” Rossi gives a small snort, “I think he’s in here,” You say, pointing at the room just ahead of you. Rossi nods, raising his gun slightly as he begins to enter the room, you’re close behind.
You watch in horror as the gun cocks into place, you let yourself start to shift - knowing that you wouldn’t be able to make it in time in human form. You weren’t going to let them get hurt. You were nothing if not loyal. Rossi waits for the bullet. He knew it was going to happen eventually, it was inevitable in this line of work. But the bullet doesn’t come, instead, the crack of the gun in heard, as well as the sound of impact. Then nothing. And then the small whine comes. It’s pathetic and sounds like a wounded animal. A wounded animal. It clicks and Rossi looks around, spotting the form of a wolf, he watches as the fur shifts, slowly turning to skin in order to preserve your energy.
Another shot sounds and the unsub drops down dead. Rossi sends a brief nod of thanks to Morgan as he rushes over to you, shrugging off his windbreaker to place over you. Morgan joins him, peering over you, eyes widening when he sees the bullet wound. He reaches for the radio, “We need a-” Rossi puts his hand up and Derek stops.
“What do you need us to do?” Rossi asked, turning back to you.
“Rossi, he needs an ambulance,”
You shook your head, “My body will heal, I just need to get it out,” Rossi nodded as you lifted your head, the bullet wasn’t too far in. You could probably just reach in and grab it, you’re body would flush out any infection or bacteria that was in the wound and you’d be as good as new within a day or two. Your fingers hovered above the bullet wound and you let your head drop back to the floor. You take a deep breath before you plunge the fingers into the wound, feeling for the bullet. Your back arches and you ground your teeth, you clench the bullet with your finger tips and force yourself to take a deep breath before you pass out or something. And then, when you’ve got a good grip, you yank it out. And fuck it hurts. You groan loudly through your teeth, throwing the bullet to the floor.
“You okay?” Derek asked, you huff a small laugh as you nod.
“Just peachy,” You mumble. “I’ll be fine. The outside of the wound will close within a few hours anyway,”
“Won’t you bleed out?”
“Should be fine,” You said with a shrug, “This is hardly the first time I’ve been shot,” And with that, you force yourself back on your feet, clutching a hand to the wound as you walk.
When you’re back on the jet, now with a gauze over your wound, you lay slowly on the couch. “I know what will help,” You say, lifting your head up slightly, “I’m going to make you all watch Twilight. You need to get my jokes - they’re like over half of my humour and none of that can be appreciated if you haven’t seen it.”
“Is it any good?” Emily asked, you shook your head.
“Nope, it’s absolute horse crap,”
“Then why make us watch it?”
“Because you all need to suffer to get my humour,” You said, before adding, “And I’m injured so you can’t say no,”
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#emily prentiss#derek morgan#jennifer jareau#aaron hotchner#david rossi#spencer reid#erin strauss#werewolf#werewolf reader#teen reader (although I picture reader at like 20-ish)#male reader#x male reader#Bullet wound#blood#make shift first aid
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Look at my eyes ➶۪ ｡˚
Characters : Lee Minho x gang member fem!reader
Tw : gang activity, Minho is written as a softie drugs angst knives blood happy ending, swearing a lot of it
Minho is addicted to you he knew he was the way he will trace over your touch never taking off the necklace you gave him, waiting for your texts ،staying up late with you on the phone , and he loves how you spoiled him you will never say no to him he was such a softie around you wanting to be taking care of by you only you he never liked feeling like he was owned but to feel owned by you that’s a feeling that he will die for
. You are so fucking. good at what you do
Ever since Minho met you 2 years ago ,a rush was added to his life you made everything so much more fun so much more energetic, he found himself easily comfortable around you. Everyone did his members his family his friends you were just that type person you know ? everyone had fun around you ! You’re full of life you were doing what you love the most
He met you at a park when he ran away from society after a long day of work, he sat at the park bench at 2 AM thinking about life
when he heard a unfamiliar voice ,He looked up feeling his breath catching in his throat you were stunning , your hair was down you were wearing jeans sports bra and a cropped sleeveless jean jacket showing your stunning figure and was covered in tattoos all over your arm and neck your cap hiding most of your face and he could tell how much of a jewelry lover you were judging by the amount of chains rings and piercings you had . It was summer the weather was so hot outside yet this rush of cold air hit him in the face when you spoke “ are you okey dude ? You shouldn’t be out at this hour by yourself yk ? “ you said walking closer to him “ i could ask you the same “ he said backing away “chill I’m not going to hurt you that’s not what I do to pretty boys “ he could help the blush that crept to his face “ I’m just thinking about things “
“Damn life is being a bitch and fucking everyone up lately huh ?”
He chuckled at that “yeah that’s one way to put it “
“ wait… aren’t you that Lee Minho dude for the band stray kids “
“Y-yeah that’s me “
“ holy shit are you just going to set there you’re lucky I wasn’t some crazy person that will make one hell of a news headline “
“ didn’t really know where to go “
“ fellow me there is a bar I work at across the park I’ll keep you company until you need to leave “
Usually he would have been on his way by now but something about just didn’t let him leave just yet he fallowed you with so much ease it scared him you entered the bar and sat in table that was far away from the others and went ahead and ordered some drinks for the both of you “ hope you like the place “ taking a look around it was quite empty people probably left already the music that was playing was early 2000s songs the lights were off just some led lights here and there “ yeah it looks nice “ just as your drinks were there taking a sip of his own ( after looking at it for a while to make sure it had nothing in it ) he jumped hearing you y’all at the guy who was on the dj set “ you better not mess my shit up minjun drink you fruity drinks in the bar “ as fast as you spoke the guy ran back to the bar stools “you play music here ?” He asked “yeah funny enough I used to want to be an idol “ and your conversation sparked from there he went home at 6 am that day (after fighting with you over the bill that you paid for at the end ,he found himself coming back to you every night after that even tho he always thought to himself that this is bad he can’t be seen with you you’re so much different from him fans will freak out if they saw him with you but the way you just took care of him made him weak in the knees he just had to be around you
every sign of the “ tough Lee Minho “disappeared he was just your soft cat/dance/food loving friend,well …he eventually leveled up to be your boyfriend
Back to today:
On Fridays you don’t work so you spend all day at home relaxing as you told him before so usually when he gets home at 10 pm he’ll find you there waiting for me today he wanted to surprise by coming home at 8 but to his surprise he doesn’t find you there
“ well that’s weird she didn’t text me she going to be out “
he texts you and wait around changing his clothes and getting comfy in your couch staring out of the huge windows that had a full view of the city your cat “ace” on his lap watching tv until the clock hit 9:50 pm he heard the sound of the code to your apartment being punched in he looks at his phone seeing that you haven’t read his texts so he reaches to the front door only to find you holding a cloth over your hand blood all over it you mouth had a cut in it to “ Minho ? What are you doing here ? “ you said as you finally noticed him “the fuck happened to you “ he said leading you to the kitchen taking the aid kit and helping you clean up “it’s just a couple of bruises and cuts baby boy I’ll be fine “ you said trying to make him feel at ease “ y/n you’re bleeding what do you mean it’s nothing ?!” He yelled at you you kept quiet and headed to shower as he waited for you he saw your duffel bag sitting by the door he doesn’t know what got to him but he went and started going through it and he wish so bad that he didn’t it was filled with cash , racing gear, drugs,pocket knife , bags of pills that’s didn’t have names on them cigarettes he looks down in horror at all of them “y/n what actually are you” he heard the water stop and he runs back to his spot on the couch next to your cat you come out of the shower in long black shorts and tank top you head your kitchen first grabbed a shot cup filled it with alcohol and put it on your eyebrow piercing a part from your routine for it to not get infected you could feel his eyes on you since your kitchen and living room where in the same space “ why are you looking at me like that ?” She asked leaning on the kitchen counter “what are you ?” He asked the “tough “ side of him was put in use for the first time around “ y/n? your girlfriend remember?” The reply only got on his nerves more actually “ no I mean what ARE YOU ? What do you actually do y/n ? You’re not just a dj are you ? “
“ min baby what are you sa-“
“Don’t lie I saw your bag “
“You went through my bag”
“Yes now answer “
The room fall silent for a few minutes
“ I’m in a gang okey ? but listen it’s not as bad as you think it is ”
“ how the fuck is being in a gang not bad ?”
“ listen it’s just what my share of life was okey? this is what’s best for me ”
“What’s best for you is doing illegal shit ? Getting in trouble with the law ? I thought you want to art school?”
“ yeah i did go to art school b-“
“ I thought you wanted to make music but I guess that’s a lie too !”
“ no it’s not I actually like what I do baby listen let me explain to you “
“Explain what ?! that all this time when I thought that you are just busy in the bar I thought you were safe thought that you were loyal thought that this relationship was actually something! You were actually out there doing god knows what it is you do ? ”
“What does me being in gang have to do with anything about our relationship “
“ It has everything to do with it !!! Y/n I showed you everything that I am I let you do whatever ever you want with me I was like an idiot giggling like a fool when you were around me I trusted you! my friend my members my family trusted you I can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner you’re coming home late at night so I thought you were working but the bar is closed in the morning so I don’t what the hell you were out doing the bloody tissues in the trash, the new cuts everyday you said it was just an accident at work I believe because you worked around drunk people ,you smelling like cigarettes ! the money! did you steal the gifts you gave me ? Did you even love me ? You played me like a fucking fool for 2 years ?!“
“Can you just shut the fuck up ?” He was caught off by the sound of glass shattering as you threw the cup to the floor. “ I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry that I’m a fuck up . that I didn’t have anyone to love me and guide me to do better,but don’t you say that I never loved you ! I loved you more than love it self you think I want this, you’re a fucking idol I’m in a gang i wanted to tell you but I lied to you because I didn’t want you to leave me i couldn’t lose you i lied knowing this was going to be your reaction you can leave me if you want I’m not stopping you but just so you know I was real with you ! Yes I lied to you but besides this lie ? every kiss hug compliment every moment and even when we mad love that shit was real Minho
Storming to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you Minho sat there in shock from you yelling at him sat there with the guilt of you actually being right you never hurt him you were so good to him gifts dates late night drives all of it you did it All for him you made love to him so sweetly he was left feeling like he is floating after words your there for him during shows interviews tours you’re proud of him for just breathing you found and made him one of your own
He looks at the clock in the kitchen and sees it was almost mid night “shit have we been fighting that long?” He grabs his stuff and leaves hoping that some space will clear both of your thoughts he leaves a note behind him tho informing you that he just wants a moment and he doesn’t want this to be the end and loves you and is sorry for what was said
Thank you guys so much for reader the first part of the “look at my eyes story “ I want to make a different ( I think ) plot were the reader is the mafia / gangster character the second part will come out in couple of hours <3
#kpop#kpop imagines#fanfic#straykids fic#stray kids x reader#stray kids#skz#lee know#lee minho#lee know x reader#lee know fluff#lee know fanfic#fem reader#skz x stay#stay
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How I Even Got Here: A Letter from Lemon to Hopeful Creatives
This is going to be a lot. But maybe that's why we(I) made a tumblr. This is a place stories like these can be told.
Four months ago I was not a showrunner.
Four months ago I had no idea what to do.
Four months ago I had little to no friends in Audio Drama as a whole. There were a small handful of twitter people I knew, and I was a ghost in a few discords because I was afraid to ask anyone anything. But.. I was mostly riding solo.
I spent several years learning nothing but sound design after becoming completely enthralled by The Sandman. Shortly after I found SCP Archives and indie Audio Dramas that blew my mind.
Yet even with all that time making soundscapes and learning the intricacies of sound design under my belt, I still felt that gnawing imposter syndrome of creating a show. I've now learned this is pretty widespread in AD creators. Funny how that works, isn't it?
Who was I? Some broke kid from Arkansas that's fascinated by productions of sound and theatre of the mind? A less than well known comedian that wanted to tell the weird tales that manifest from nothing in my brain? I guess in the end that didn't really matter to me. I wanted to tell the scary stories that popped into my head and combine them with later episodes that tell funny ones. An interweaving web that I couldn't get out of my head until I brought it to life.
I talk about the night I uploaded my first episode a lot. My hands were shaking. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest and my face was buried in my palms for a while. I ended up saying "Fuck it." and hit upload. I sat there for a while just watching the episode pop up on different platforms one by one.
There it was. The thing I built up and wrote and worked my ass off for so long for. "What now?" I wondered.
I sat there for an hour kind of looking at the Spotify cover art that had been done well over a year before this point. Yet somehow it felt more real now. More tangible. This was something I could hold in my hands now and say I created. That was an unreal feeling. It was even more mind bending to think that this was only the start of the journey.
I got on Twitter that night and posted about it. It did not take long for someone to reach out. That person was Jesse Hall. Someone who showed me enough kindness to say all of these things that spelled out to me: "Hey, there are communities out there of people that want you to keep making these"
I ended up finding my home, The Liminal Lands discord. A show hiding out in a discord for another show. The thing is, though..
There really WAS this sense of community in it.
Since that point I have been in shows that previously I was only a fan of. I have met people that have been doing this for like 10+ years that treat me as a peer. I have other friends now that are also new showrunners.
I've been asked to be the sound designer in two different productions that are aiming for Tribeca. How nuts is that?
While it does mean my own show has to wait a second, this is incredible that people actually want to involve me at such a level when I feel like the biggest imposter in the room.
It has not been an easy past four months. Not even remotely. I wrote, voiced and sound designed episode 2: Lemonal in 24 hours because I felt like I needed to tell that story. It was one that was very personal. I've been able to share experiences of helplessness, death and fear. But also personal growth.
Soon, of my own humor.
I can put all of myself into this and I never have any intention of stopping that.
Four months later, I am a showrunner. I am the writer, sound designer and often one of the voice actors in my own show.
Four months later, I am confident in what I am capable of, and I am extremely proud of what I've been able to do because so many caring people pushed me and told me that I can do this. That If I stop punishing myself and telling myself my work is bad, I'll learn to love it more. So I did.
Four months later, I have friends that I would not trade for anything in the world and I think that things are only going up from here.
If you stumble across this as a hopeful creative, and you're not certain that you can accomplish what you want.. Well. Look at me.
I had nothing and no one. Our very small budget got us 3 covers and published. Good enough.
Now I have people that care enough to make me better every day. People that just want to be involved in what I made. That is extremely cool, and nowwww, every time I make something new I improve. I couldn't ask for anything better.
Take the leap. People will help you. People will support you.
I promise.
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