#it is 1:30am and I am giggling in my room I think this is so funny
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Charles was shocked into silence. How could he not have noticed? He had known you for years and yet, he had never been so turned on in his life, just from hearing you speak.
Warnings: gn!reader, french!reader, cum play? GRATUITOUS amounts of french! Like half the dialogue is in french (with translation). This is entirely self-indulgent! Charles is really stupid in this I’m sorry but it’s for the plot, also he started out dominant then I decided halfway through he should be submissive, then switched back again. Barely proofread, it is 4:30am as I am writing this, sue me. There is disgusting stuff involving cum, and I’m kinda considering this crack because I can’t take french seriously.
Bon appétit, this is a wild ride my friends.
You had been working in formula 1 for most of your adult life, going from media teams to personal assistant, to lots of other jobs that finally led you to your dream job: race engineer.
Well, your dream job was really being a team boss, but baby steps, yeah?
Anyway, you had been promoted to race engineer to the one and only Charles Leclerc following the whole Xavi thing. But before that he’d known you as his assistant for a bit when his own assistant was on maternity leave, and before that you had been the media trainer for a few teams, including Sauber when he was there. He’d literally known you since his debut, and the two of you had grown very close over the years, and saw each other every week. So the fact that he could have missed something like this was embarrassing.
You were at the end of a race, going on about the tyres overheating to Charles over the radio when the car in front of him locked up and slid, forcing him to swerve and hit the wall with a sickening crunch.
You gasped as you saw the car make contact. “Oh Putain, ça va Charles ?” (Oh fuck, you ok Charles?) You spoke into your headset but there was no answer, and Charles didn’t seem to be moving so you tried again “Charles, tu m’entends? Est-ce que ça va?!” (Charles can you hear me? Are you ok?)
He finally replied in a shaky voice, and you were finally able to breathe and call the staff that would go get Charles and his car off the track.
Unbeknownst to you, Charles was having a mental crisis. You spoke French?
Since fucking when?
His ears were ringing as he tried to think back your years friendship for any signs. He came up empty. He was positive he’d never heard you speak French before. And he was positive he should not be hard, climbing out of his car after a crash.
When he got back to the garage, you were waiting for him, ready to ask him how he was but before you could say anything he grabbed your arm and dragged you into the nearest room slash maintenance cupboard he could find.
“What the hell are you doing Charles?”
He locked the door and when he turned back around his eyes were dark and stormy “Since when do you speak french?” he asked.
You just blinked at him.
“What?”
He backed you up against the wall, hands either side of your waist.
“Since when” he spoke patronizingly slowly “Do. You. Speak. French.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion.
“Charles, I am French. I have a French name. I was born and raised in France! What the fuck do you mean ‘since when do I speak french’???!”
His eyes widened as he realized how oblivious he’d been.
“My dad is friends with Pierre’s parents! I started my career at Renault! I brought you wine from my family’s vineyard! Charles how- how could you not have known?” You laughed at him as he just stood there flabbergasted at his own stupidity.
“Sérieusement? Comment?” (seriously, how?)
His brain seemed to reboot and he put his arms around you “Je suis désolé, je suis vraiment débile” (I’m sorry, I’m so stupid) he giggled into your hair.
The proximity was odd but not unwelcome, as you put your arms around him and laughed with him, inhaling his pleasant scent.
“Tu as mis du parfum? Tu sens bon. ” (Have you got cologne on? You smell good)
He groaned. “Keep talking, please” and he squeezed you tighter against him.
You laughed. “Tu sais bien que je parle toujours en français avec Pierre et Este ?” (You know I always speak french with Pierre and Este, right?)
He whimpered into your neck and that’s when you felt it.
You froze in his arms “Charles are you getting hard?”
He put his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes, both of you going cross-eyed. “I’m sorry you just sound so sexy in french” he sniffled.
This was definitely something you could get behind.
“Ouais? Tu veux que je te parle en français pendant les courses alors? (Yeah, you want me to speak to you in french during the races?)
He chewed on his lip and nodded as your hand made its way to the front of his suit to cup him over the fabric.
“T’es sûr? On voudrait pas que tu salisse la voiture, tu devras expliquer aux ingénieurs pourquoi le siège est trempé” (you sure ? We wouldn’t want you to make a mess, you’d have to explain to the engineers why the seat is wet)
He whined and his knees almost buckled, so you turned him around against the wall and unzipped his suit, dragging it down to pool around his ankles, then making quick work of the second layer, leaving him in his very damp underwear. You pulled that down as well as you got a hand around his cock and started a slow pace, teasing the tip with your thumb every now and then. He bucked his hips and whined at the dry friction.
“What’s the matter? Un peu sec?” (a bit dry?) You said teasingly.
“Laisse moi t’aider avec ça” (let me help you with that)
You got down on your knees and his eyelids fluttered as you got your lips around his tip. When you took half of him in your mouth and reached a hand up to cup his balls at the same time, he moaned and thumped his head back onto the wall.
You pulled off “Garde les yeux sur moi, Charles” (keep your eyes on me, Charles)
He did so , with much difficulty, but his eyes snapped to yours and you continued, taking him all the way to the base and massaging his balls gently. His hips bucked up a bit making you gag slightly.
“désolé, je vais pas durer longtemps” (sorry, I’m not gonna last long)
So you picked up the pace and doubled down on your efforts, as his hands flew to your hair.
It took about a minute and a half for him to come, groaning your name while he filled your mouth. He felt like his soul had been sucked out through his dick. You didn’t swallow it all though, wanting to share the load, as it were.
You got up and pulled him in for a kiss, which he gladly accepted, and it was the most disgusting, satisfying kiss you’d ever had, all teeth and spit and cum, some of it dribbling down your necks and chests.
You stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s embrace (and each other’s mouths) before you suddenly remembered where you were.
“Charles! Don’t you have a press conference to go to?!”
“Je m’en fous, je reste là” (I don’t care, I’m staying here)
He lifted you up and carried you to the other side of the room where there was a conveniently empty shelf, where he set you down before tugging your pants down and spreading your legs to slot himself between them. He was already half hard again as he pumped himself with one hand and used the other to swipe up the cum on his and your chests, then brought his fingers to your entrance, rubbing gently before sliding a finger inside you. It didn’t take much for him to prep you and he used the excess leftover cum to lube himself up and slide into you. You keened as he pressed up into your most sensitive spots. But he just stayed there, grinding slowly into you, driving you mad.
“Please, Charles!” You begged, pronouncing his name the English way.
He cocked his head and grinned at you, and you sighed in desperation.
“S’il te plait… Charles”
His jaw went slack as he used all the energy he had left to pound into you, right in that special spot that made you see stars, over and over until you were a whining mess underneath him.
You came with a shout, back arching off the shelf and he held on to you as he followed soon after.
Charles Leclerc got a heavy fine for not showing up at the post-race conference, or the debrief, or any of his mandatory duties. Fortunately, he had enough money to pay the fine, and take you to dinner that very same night.
If you're still here, you should get a medal. I'm so sorry.
#my thots#charles thots#f1#formula 1#charles leclerc#cl16#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc smut#gn reader
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giggling to the point of tears in my room as I draw a dozen ugly little megatrons for this video (audio from my favorite video on YouTube dot com)
#transformers#maccadam#megatron#optimus prime#bumblebee#starscream#g1#it is 1:30am and I am giggling in my room I think this is so funny#my art#animatic#shitpost#snapcube#sonic fandub#video
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Days off (Leah Williamson)
One thing Leah absolutely loved about days off was getting to spent time with you, her girlfriend of just over a year. She loved sleeping in with you, her head buried in your hair as she inhaled your shampoo. The way you fit perfectly in her arms and the feeling of your breath against her skin.
Some days you and Leah would get dressed and head out somewhere for the day either shopping still your feet hurt or simply just going out for a late lunch.
But days spent at home doing absolutely nothing we’re the England captain’s favourite. She loved staying in comfy clothes, lying on the sofa with you in between her legs as she scratched your scalp and did absolutely nothing. So that’s what the both of you did today.
10:30am
The sun had made its way between the blinds of your shared bedroom waking you up in the process. You squinted your eyes not used to the sudden brightness as you turned over to face the blonde next to you. Now not facing the sun you could open your eyes only to find blue ones looking back at you.
“Morning.” You whispered, leaning in hoping to get your first kiss of the day.
“Morning my love.” She replied granting the you a kiss. After more pecs on the lips and talks about your dreams Leah opens her mouth, “What should we do today?” She questioned.
“Well if we don’t need to go out and get anything, I think we should watch that new show on Netflix you’ve been talking about.” You suggested and with that Leah and you got up to go make some breakfast. You opted for some cut up fruit and poured yourself and Leah a glass of apple juice.
1:00pm
You had managed to watch 3 episodes of the series and Leah had paused the show to let you know she was getting hungry. You got up out of Leah’s legs to go make some lunch and Leah had gotten up to follow you. On her days off she would spend as much time with you as she could, that meant following you everywhere. Well, everywhere but the bathroom.
You rummaged the cupboards looking for what to make before deciding on Leah’s favourite: ham sandwiches. Her eyes lit up the moment you put the ham, bread and butter on the counter. Her obsession with plain ham sandwiches always made you chuckle but everyone has their favourites. You cut them into triangles and serve them up on a plate and brought them into the living room, Leah once again following right behind you.
6:00pm
It was now dinner time and despite not doing anything today you couldn’t be bothered to make dinner so you decided to order food. There was an amazing Indian takeaway close to your house so Leah phoned up and ordered knowing you didn’t like to phone people because of your anxiety. Each little thing she did for you made you realise just how lucky you were to find Leah. She was the best of the best, always putting others before herself.
A little while later the doorbell rang so Leah got up to go grab your food. She dished up the food and brought it back to the living room where she found you looking at her with heart eyes.
“What?” She chuckled when she caught you staring.
“Nothing, just admiring you and thinking of how lucky I am.” You replied. She set the food on the glass coffee table. As you ate your food you talked about anything you and Leah could think of.
And that’s how you spent the rest of the evening, talking and giggling like you were teenagers. Your conversations consisted of the England squad and the upcoming friendly against Australia. You were going to be watching with Leah’s family just like you did for the Finalissima.
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okay so it’s 1 am rn and i can’t stop thinking about going on a late car ride with karl and just listening to all kinds of music with him, going to a gas station to get snacks or stopping at mcdonald’s. like imagine doing stuff like this with him🥺 and then you would both go in the middle of a field where there’s no lights so you can watch the stars from the top of his car (literally my favourite thing to do ever!!). you end the night with hot but soft love making in the back of his car. can you tell i’m soft?!! i want this so bad🥺🥺
can you write something about this with fem!reader please?!
(ofc! i really enjoyed your idea!)
Car ride, Karl Jacobs x fem! reader
summary: karl gets bored during a late night and decided to take a car ride with his girlfriend that inevitably ends in something more
karl would come into the living room around 1:30am whining about how bored he was and insisting you guys go on a car ride, you oblige feeling bored aswell so you both get into the car and just start driving! He blasts songs like “steal my girl” by One Direction and “gotta go my own way” from High School Musical 2 but eventually you both start to get hungry so you stop at a random gas station to grab snacks, after that he points out the fact that a lot of stars are out and that you both should look at them together so he drives out into the country and parks near an empty field.
You both climb onto the top of his car and lay there just watching the stars and pointing out random things you see in them until he gets quiet for a bit “what?” you ask looking at him seeing that he’s just gazing at you lovingly “i dunno, your just so pretty under the stars babe” he mumbles feeling a bit embarrassed at his corny ness but it makes you almost melt “i love you” you mumble before pulling him close for a kiss, the kiss turns into making out and soon enough you are both making out on top of his car “baby i’m not sure i’m comfortable with fucking you on top of my tesla” he mumbles smiling into the kiss when you giggle “i mean good thing you have a lot of room in your backseat right?”
soon enough you are both in the backseat  passionately making out as he thrusts into you “look at me” he mumbles softly pulling away to hold your chin as you look up at him with glossed over eyes filled with lust and love for the beautiful man above you “i-i love you so much” you moan pulling him into another kiss causing him to groan into it as he thrusts faster, the windows were now fully fogged up and the car was getting so hot but you both couldn’t care less too busy clinging to each other as karl fucked you passionately starting to spill praise from his lips as you both get closer to your climaxes “you look so beautiful right no-now” he moans causing your stomach to tighten up “your gonna make me cum” you whine clawing at his back due to the unbearable feeling “cum for me” he says and with that you were cuming all over his dick with a lewd moan and he followed close behind pulling out and cuming all over your stomach and tits with a  stutter groan, you both pause to each catch your breath and calm down as he rubs your hips helping you come down from your high🥰
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Ah ok, so here is the first chapter of When Sparks Fly! Second one is coming next literally in a few minutes but I got the link to my Ao3 where it’s gonna be posted as well!
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Oh sleep, such a wonderful thing wouldn't you say? To be able to lay your head down on your pillow to rest, and slip off into dream land for a short moment, in a world where you could be floating in air doing day to day chores such as grooming your pet lion who sleeps on the ceiling while it purrs in tune to a melody you heard over the radio earlier that morning on the way to work like its normal without think, 'How is this all possible right now? How am I floating? Where'd this lion come from' and so on. Oh such a wonderful thing it is.
Too bad for you though, because sleep evades you like the pledge due to the itch to draw out your fantasy before it disappears like it was never there crawls throughout your being, sketching and erasing ever line until satisfied. Shading and adding some extra detail here, perfecting that one fold on the duvet covering a pair of what feels to you to be forbidden lovers melting into a tight, air lock embrace as if it would be the last contact with the other for eternity. A longing love of two very different souls who's worlds clash into something strange, yet comforting. One soul free to walk the streets in the light of day and walk in a endless crowd of their own kind, one forced to stick to the shadows of the night, leaping rooftop to rooftop to ensure their existence is kept concealed from preying eyes.
A longing sigh escapes your lips as you set you pencil down, turning you gaze from your private master piece of you and Donatello to the illuminated clock perched on your night stand, displaying the time of 4:30am into your dimly lit room. Damn..you work today from 8am to 3pm. The boys would be getting up soon to start morning training. Well, three of them most likely, Donnie was probably still up working on the truck like he has for past few nights after it received a beating of a lifetime in a face-off with the Foot at the docks from what Leo told you the last time you were down. A giggle erupts from your throat thinking about him; covered in oil no doubt while welding together the brothers battle trucks' exterior, possibly even an opened pack of pop-tarts close by. Part of you wonders if you should shot him a quick text, seeing if he's awake as you'd presume but deciding against it not wanting to wake him if he finally was getting the sleep he so badly needed, knowing well of his nasty habit of completely neglecting his bodies screaming to rest.
Your gaze moves out your window, the lights of Lower Manhattan allowing you to see your paper clear enough to draw at such an ungodly hour grabbing your attention for the time being as your thoughts race back to your more previous drawings. Some of them were of just random passers on the street going about their daily lives, one or two of just a few groupings of animals you'd seen in the park. But more than most they were of the boys; more specifically, Donatello. Some of him at different angles doing different things at his lab table or desk, gazing at his computer screens typing away while others are of him simply training or working on some new invention he brainstormed that afternoon. But slowly little by little, you began adding yourself into the picture; some drawings showing the events of your hang outs and adventures, and some a little more...sensual. Many sketches turned into simple shows of affection like a soft kiss or a hug, sharing a blanket on a cold winter evening or swimming to avoid the aggressive heat- others were what you'd imagine a heated make-out sessions with tall geek to be. The most recent although was the most sensual one yet; two bodies covered but bare otherwise of all clothing, clinging as close as physically possible as you could make it look while the pairs foreheads rested against each others. The process of creating such a drawing made your face turn a shade of red that would put Raphs' mask to shame.
After taking a moment to stretch before getting up in hopes that you'll be able to get an early start on the day, with or without sleep, a notification ping from your phone calls you from your thoughts, reaching to your nightstand to pick it up from its charge to examine the message displayed on its screen showing a text from Donnie, a smiling forming as you open the text reading it to yourself.
DonDon: Good morning, I hope you slept well! I know its probably to early for you to be up just yet but I wanted to ask if you wanted to come down later today?
Gosh he makes your heart flutter with even a simple text- he always sends you a 'Good morning' or 'Good night' and always makes a point to let you know your welcomed in the lair- whether it be to watch him and his brothers practice, accompany him while he works or just be there for company. That was one of the many reasons you'd fallen so hard for the teched out turtle, he seemed to want to be at your side as much as you wanted to be at his. One thing that ate at you though was there was the lingering feeling that maybe he might like you back, only for the fear of it just being that Donnie was just being friendly sets in to crush that hope when you subconsciously number out you insecurities before pondering that maybe...you weren't his type. Smile falling from your face your shake the thoughts from your mind and focus on sending your reply, getting a text back not even a minute later.
You: Sure! I got work today so I'll drop by later this afternoon if that's good. I'll bring some take out too for you guys- my treat! :)
DonDon: No problem, you're welcomed anytime. And I'll let then guys know, just me a text when you're ready to come down and I'll come get you and the grate.
You: Thanks D, will do! I'll talk to you soon?
DonDon: Most definitively! :)
Long story short, work was absolute hell and you couldn't be anymore great full than you are now for being able to get off an hour early. After picking up some take out on your walk to the lair, you pulled out your phone to send Donatello a text to let him know you were on your way only to find it was dead- guess that's what you get for playing that one game during lunch. Sighing you venture you way to the lair yourself, walking quickly with a new hope of being able to surprise the boys with your earlier than expected arrival to be greeted with the sound of arguing. Ain’t that lovely?
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i’ve already sent an ask requesting the full angst fic for vincent but i’ve also came to follow up with a seggsy request bc i have mood swings
if it’s okay with you, may i please request vincent sneaking out with his s/o to go for a night ride and ending up fuckin his s/o in the (his) tow truck 😈
Any ask involving Vincent is okay with me, and I am in SUCH a Vincent mood tonight, like it isn't even funny 😭😭
But I am going feral at this idea so I am writing this first <33 Thank you anon, you are my new favorite rn LMAO
I'm assuming you want AFAB reader? But if not just shoot me another ask and I can repost it with AMAB!
warnings: AFAB! Reader, riding, grinding, sex in a truck, oral(m receiving), piv, cream pie(Wrap it before you tap it guys 👹) This is sloppy and not proofread. It is currently 1:30am
Midnight Rides
Vincent was stirring in his seat waiting for you to return to him from your nightly run with Bo. You did this every night. You'd go through the streets, making sure there were no tourists wandering, and then come back to Vincent so you could sit with him while he finished his work, or climb into bed with him. Which normally he wouldn't mind, but tonight he needed you. He had grown to miss you and he wanted to hold you or be held by you, but more importanly he just wanted you.
When he heard the door to the basement open he was on his feet almost instantly. Eyes searching the entree in hopes that it was you wandering down the stairs to bug him, and to his luck it was. A small smile resting on your lips when you saw him standing in the middle of the room. Staring at you like a lost puppy. A small smile soon gracing his lips when you approached him. "Miss me?" Your voice was tired, but the look in his eyes had you intrigued. Smiling more when he wrapped his arms around you to pull you close. His lips meeting yours with a soft sigh. He needed a kiss so badly tonight. His lips trailing down your jaw a bit. A soft giggle leaving your lips. "I take that as a yes," You hummed, biting your lip, softly, when he began nibbling on your skin.
He didn't want to do this here, though. He had another plan for the both of you. Pulling away with a small sigh eliciting from both of you at the loss of contact. "What are ya doin'?" You questioned when he wandered over to his desk, grabbing his keys from the top littered with his clutter. 'Want to go for a Midnight Ride?' He signed, and you smirked. Taking his hand as he led you for the exit. "I'd go on any ride with you Vincent." He rolled his eyes, but looked back at you with a brow raised. 'Any?' You nodded, kissing his cheek. A small chuckle passing his lips.
The walk to the truck was peaceful, really. The two of you holding hands while leaning into one another. Though Vincent couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering. Speeding up his pace the deeper into thought he got. Sure if he didn't hurry himself up he'd be pushing you up against a wall here soon.
"So, where are we goin', Vinny?" You asked when the two of you were in the truck, and he was fumbling with the keys. Sliding them into the ignition, then starting up his truck. 'Outskirts', He signed, to which you nodded. Smiling softly as the man you grew to love started driving you to your destination.
It was about fifteen minutes before he was pulling over to the side of the road. Shutting the truck off, but rolling the windows down to be sure the inside wouldn't get too hot for the both of you. Even if you were both going to just lie there and cuddle, he was sure that it would get too hot with the Louisiana weather.
"So, we just gonna watch the stars?" You asked, unbuckling your seatbelt. Scooting over so you were closer to Vincent. Thankful it was a three bench seat, so you could lean into his side. His arm instinctively wrapping around your waist. A small hum leaving your throat. 'Maybe', he signed, staring down at you when you looked up, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn't thinking about just sitting and cuddling.
It wasn't long before he was ripping his mask off to pull you in for a hungry kiss. A growl leaving his throat when you reached over him to push the bench back so you could easily climb ontop of his lap. Stradling his hips with ease. He almost wished he had stolen Bo's truck, or even asked to borrow Lesters so the two of you could have laid down in the bed of the truck, but this would have to do.
Vincent held you close while he kissed you, letting out a groan when your hips reflexively rolled down into his. A moan of your own leaving your lips when you felt his dick press up against your core. "Mm, fuck, Vince'." You cooed, his eyes staring into yours. Though it wasn't long before they were watching your body, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head. Tossing it beside you on the seat. His hands moving behind you to unclamp your bra. A small noise leaving his lips at the sight. He wished he could talk without it hurting, tell you truly how beautiful and handsome you were. Leaning in to lick over one of your nipples. His hands holding your back to be sure you wouldn't move too far from him; even though there wasn't much place to move to. "Vincent," You mewled while he cared to your chest. Mouth swapping over to the ignored breast after a moment. Soon moving his head down to trail as far as he could reach. Bringing his head back up so he could lock your lips with his own once more.
He shuddered when you reached under his sweater to fan your fingers over his stomach. A hiss leaving his lips when you started lifting his shirt and the slight night breeze kissed at his pale skin. The breeze always got to him at first, something he would never get used to, but it didn't take long for him to warm up again. Your mouth and hands on his chest and stomach the moment his sweater was off. "You're so," You bit at one of his pecks, his head falling back the slightest. "Handsome." Your breath was so warm against his skin, and your praises made his skin heat up more with arousal and a tinge of embarrassment. 'You too,' He signed, and you chuckled. Shifting so you were on the seat beside him, now.
When you moved off of his lap he let out a growl, hands attempting to pull you back to him. But when your hands started undoing his pants, he stopped all attemptes. Eyes watching you work. Lifting his hips so you could drag them down his hips. Furrowing his brow when his cock sprung free. Your eyes watching, then looking back up to him, with a final smirk. "May I?" You asked, Vincent nodding feverently. He hated it when you teased him or even just drawed things out, and you knew it. Giggling at the impatient look in his eyes.
Vincents head fell back when you started stroking him. His chest heaving at the pleasure that was coursing his body. It was absolutely amazing how well you could make him feel. Fighting the urge to close his eyes so he could watch everything that you did. Sure if he was desperate in the future, and he wasn't able to take you, he'd use these images in his mind to touch himself.
His hips bucked when your tongue licked over his tip, not paying attention enough to keep himself from doing so. Apologizing right after, but you didn't mind. Lightly laughing and leaning up to giving him a quick kiss. "Don't apologize, sugar, tells me m'doin' m'job right." You murmured, kiving him another chaste kiss before leaning back down to work.
Your tongue licked under his shaft, following the vein that followed up to the tip. Tongue licking up the bitter pre-cum that wept from the head. Smiling in accomplishment at the noises that vincent was making above you. His hand wrapping in your hair, though he didn't push. He just needed to hold onto something, and what better than that?
When you started taking him in he swore he was sent into another world. Shallow pants leaving his lips while his chest continued to heave. Watching you work him to his edge. He swore he didn't deserve you at all, how well you treated him. How well you made him feel. You were like an angel in disguise. Though, in this case you were anything but an angel. With how well your mouth and tongue worked him closer and closer to his orgasm. It was the dirtiest thing, and he loved it more than he probably should.
You knew he was close by the noises he was making, and the light couple tugs he gave at your hair. A whine leaving him when you pulled off of him with a pop. "Don't want ya finishing, yet." You told him, squeezing his base with a grin, before you started shimmying out of your own pants.
Vincent was quick to help you. Reaching around to pull your pants down the best that he could. Until you were kicking them and your underwear off. Leaving you bare for him, and only him. His eyes soaking in your form, looking over ever bump and curve. Hands reaching out to touch you with prasie, which you happily allowed.
It wasn't long before he was guiding you back into his lap. Cock weeping and aching for release. Weeping and aching for you. His nimble fingers rested on your hips. Entrance inches away from his tip, the mere thought making him shift uncomfortably from the previous build up, giving you a questioning look. Asking if it was okay, and you nodded your head 'yes.' Vincent sunk you onto him. Both of you letting out soft noises as you merged into one, like the perfect puzzle piece. One that actually belonged together. His forehead dropping to your shoulder while he let you gather yourself from his sudden intrusion.
The roll of your hips when you were ready had his fingers digging into the soft flech of your thighs. The feeling burning at your skin, but you didn't mind. You loved it when he left bruises and other marks on your skin. Being able to flaunt them and show the tourists that wanna mess with you that you're taken. Vincent loves it, too. Not only that, but your body is like an art piece to him. Already beautiful and perfect, but he's able to add his own touches. His watermarks to signify that you're his and no one elses'.
Your hips kept a steady roll, but that wasn't enough for poor Vincent. Eyes boring into yours, and when you gave him a nod of approval, his feet were being planted into the floor of the truck. Thrusting his hips up into you. Sharp sighs leaving your mouth each time he hit that speacial spot within you. Your body leant back against the wheel, tensing when you accidentally hit the horn. Your walls clenching around him making him groan. Hips picking up there pace a bit, while his hands helped move you up and down. Hardly making you work any.
You nealry screamed when his hand dipped in between your bodies to rub at your clit. Head lolling back at the sudden waves of pleasure and euphoria that were rushing through you. Vincent sure he had never felt happier. Between the noises you were making, the feel of you around his dick, and just the sheer fact that your bare, soft body was ontop of his. He was sure he could die like this, and never think twice about it. He was very content with where he was, and he wished it would last forever.
"M'so close," Your voice broke his thoughts. Eyes looking up to yours with a look of agreement. He was close himself, too, but he wanted you to cum first. Nodding his head while he kept his pace. Rubbing in between your legs faster, until your whole body was clenching and shaking. Crumbling forward ontop of him while you milked him. His own hips stuttering, pretty soon he was hitting his high. Using you to chase down his orgasm. Soon stilling so he could come down from his high with you. His seed now coating your walls. One hand on your thigh, while the other rubbed soft circles on your back.
"I love you," His voice was hoarse, and that was about all he could say without being in complete pain. A small smile gracing your lips. "I love you, too, Vinny." You hummed. Feeling more tired than you were before. Leaning up to place a sloppy kiss on the mans lips. Both of you cringing when he slipped himself out of you.
The both of you at least pulled your pants back on so you didn't feel as bare. Keeping your shirts off so you could each cool down; even if neither of you refused to let go of one another. His arms wrapped snuggly around your waist, your head resting against his chest.
"Y'know, Vincent," He looked down at you, looking up to meet his gaze. "I wouldn't mind if we made Midnight ridin' a regular routine." You winked, and his heart that was once slowing down, was starting to speed up again. A smirk playing at his lips. 'Me either,' He signed. Pulling you up in for another, heated kiss.
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— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please
— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.
— word count: 2,166
IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.
you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.
she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.
“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.
you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.
“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.
“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”
a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.
“well since she won’t introduce me, i will��� he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.
he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.
“i’m rafe cameron.”
of course you knew who he was, everyone did.
“y/n y/l/n.”
YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.
but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.
“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.
he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.
“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.
“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.
as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.
rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.
“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.
later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.
it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.
you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.
you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.
“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.
“friends with benefits.”
no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.
“oh.”
you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.
rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.
usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.
when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.
to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.
it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.
“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.
“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.
“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.
“fucking assholes” you mumbled.
MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.
the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.
all except rafe.
he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.
“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.
he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.
“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.
he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.
“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.
“enough about me, what about you?”
“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”
“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”
you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”
kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.
you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.
“let’s dance!”
unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.
IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.
you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.
“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.
“we were about to leave yo-”
“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.
rafe cameron and his little minions.
“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.
“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.
“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”
“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”
which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.
“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.
“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”
your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.
rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.
“fuck you.”
YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.
the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.
but you refused to cry.
in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.
all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.
your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.
light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.
your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.
what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.
rafe cameron: i’m really sorry
[sent 1:34am]
rafe cameron: y/n
[sent 1:34am]
rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said
[sent 1:36am]
rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking
[sent 1:40am]
rafe cameron: please hear me out
[sent 1:41am]
rafe cameron: meet me at our place
[sent 1:49am]
rafe cameron: 7:30am
[sent 1:51am]
you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.
you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.
after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.
you were going to see him.
‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.
he was stupid last night.
the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.
he just needs to show you how sorry he is.
“rafe.”
his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.
he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.
“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”
“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”
“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.
“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.
“of you and that stupid pogue.”
“jj?!”
he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.
“yeah, him.”
“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.
“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”
it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.
“rafe...”
“y/n, please.”
another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.
“fine.”
IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.
after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.
he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.
“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.
“m’not sure, you can pick.”
he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.
he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.
“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.
he was so beautiful.
“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”
you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.
“i love you too, rafe.”
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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!
If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)
Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;
I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.
Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint
Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader
I put things under a cut for length!!
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.
He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.
I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!
Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!
Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!
“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.
The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.
Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”
Leona Kingscholar
Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time
Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.
I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.
Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.
As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.
“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?
“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.
“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.
He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!
I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?
Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!
Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!
“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.
“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”
“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.
Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!
A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?
A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.
Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)
You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.
*tap tap tap*
You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”
“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”
Vil Schoenheit
Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!
Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.
Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!
Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.
“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.
“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.
“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.
You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.
Idia Shroud
Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!
Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!
Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!
Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.
Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.
Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(
Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol
“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”
“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.
You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.
“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!
That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.
Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.
As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.
You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-
“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.
“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”
Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.
“I assure you I won’t, little human.”
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Just Get Out
Prompt: After John dies, Dean and Sam take it upon themselves to look after you, but...
Dean: 18
Sam: 14
Y/N: 7
Word Count: 2,030
It's just been a month since your dad, John Winchester died, and all you have left family wise are your older brothers Sam and Dean. You didn't know what death really meant since you are so young, but your brothers knew, and they knew too well. Since you were seven your dad didn't really let you in on what he and your brothers did, all you know is that you and sometimes Sam get left at a motel for a while and they come back bloody and bruised. So when John died, Sam and Dean don't really talk as much as they used to, but for you, they really do try.
What you did know is how to practically annoy the hell out of them...well...sometimes. You are mostly a good kid according to Sam, who decided to take on the 'motherly' role, and Dean the 'fatherly' role. When Dean turned 18, he decided on his own to drop out of high school, but you and Sam are still in school, and Sam plans to keep it that way.
Okay now onto the story
Its 7:36pm, Sam went to the library for homework, so tonight is just you and Dean. You and Dean are in the kitchen and hes making dinner while you sit on the kitchen table. "Alright Y/N, we don't got much tonight, so I'm making mac and cheese...the good kind, not the kind Sam makes," Dean says with a tiny smirk.
"But De, I don't want macky cheese, I want chicken!" You say with a small but excited voice. Dean turns back to you, frowns and says "Y/N, we dont have chicken, this is all we got until Sam goes to the store."
"Wait what!?!?! But De I want chicken now!!" you say filled with whine and a little bit of sass. 'geez I really don't want to deal with this right now,' Dean thinks to himself "Y/N please, just reason with me tonight, I'll make Sam go to the store tomorrow," He says sounding defeated. Oh but hell no, in your tiny seven year old brain, you knew what you had to do
Step 1: Be quiet and wait like a good sister
Step 2: Once De is done and sets food in front of you
Step 3: PUSH IT OFF ON THE FLOOR
Step 4: Wait hold on-
Step 5: Why does De look like hes about to ye-
"Fucking hell, really Y/N!? You cant be fucking serious, what the hell was that for?" Dean yells at you. "De I said I wanted-" But he cut you off and said "I JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS ALL WE GOT" He says louder than his first statement. Now your'e shaken, but you know it takes more to make you cry.
"I don't care! I don't want macky cheese De!"
"Y/N, just get out"
...This is the calmest hes been all week
"Wha-"
"JUST GET THE HELL OUT" Dean practically screams.
Okay now that there is starting to make you cry
You quickly get off of the kitchen chair and you bolt to the stairs where all the bedrooms are. But of course you have to turn around and yell
"I WISH DAD WAS HERE, HE WOULD GET REAL MAD IF YOU YELLED AT ME!" and then you run up the stairs and slam your door shut, locking it in the process. _______________________________________
'Great that's just fuckin' perfect,' Dean thinks to himself. 'What the hell am I supposed to tell Sammy? Oh yeah, I screamed at Y/N because she wouldn't comply, and now foods all over the floor and I think I'm having a meltdown!'
'Sometimes I wish I never came here!' you think to yourself, pretty much sobbing while laying down on your bed. 'wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want me here too-."
You fall asleep shortly after the thought and Dean couldn't be any more relieved when he hears the door open and to see Sam with his backpack in one arm and a couple books in the other hand.
"Hey whats-...what happened?" Sam says slowly putting his backpack on the floor. Sam staring at Dean and all the food that's on the floor around him "oh, haha, this? oh, its nothing Sam, just a minor fuckin' mishap!" Dean says laughing through each word with eyes that look like hes about to sob any minute.
"....Dean?" Sam asks. Its been a while since there was major conflict... well since the whole situation with Dad anyways. "Was it Y/N?"
"What? No of course not, this is just a normal Friday fuckin night....yeah just, don't worry 'bout it" Dean says with his voice dying down a little bit.
"Should I go talk to her?" Sam asks. such a small voice but its filled with a lot of concern.
"No, she's asleep...maybe later?" Dean says back to him. 'He seems tired' Sam thinks to himself. 'Well I did leave her here with him...' _______________________________________
You wake up pretty early... well early for you anyways, its 9:30am and you got woken up to puffy red eyes and really messed up hair. You go ahead and leave your bedroom and when you enter the kitchen you get greeted by Sam, who is making breakfast.
"Morning sunshine," Sam says with a slight happy tone, but still pretty monotone. 'he's trying, that's a good thing' you think to yourself.
"Morning..." you say back, rubbing your eyes and climbing up onto the chair near the kitchen table. "So...wheres De?" you ask in a sleepy tone. "He's more or less still asleep" Sam replies. Sure enough right when Sam says that, Dean walks in all sleepy-like too. 'so similar' Sam thinks. "Morning to you too sunshine" Sam says with a pretty wide grin afterwards. "Bite me, princess" Dean shoots back, also with a small smirk.
You look at Dean, Dean looks at you, and a couple seconds later you two look away, but the stare you two gave felt like it was forever.
"Hi" you managed to squeak out. Without meaning to, you were quiet and a little bit nervous.
"Hey" Dean replies, but not looking at you, instead looking at the table, then to his hands, and then to Sam.
"Hey Sammy, do you think dad had any hunts that he wrote down in his journal for us to do?" Dean asks. Looking around Dean finds your dads journal on the couch in the living room. He picks it up and skims through the pages.
"I...don't know? Dad never talked to me personally about hunts, just you" Sam says as a matter-of-factly. Sam sets your breakfast down in front of you, and a plate for Dean on the other side of the table. "Why?" Sam asks.
"Because I want to hunt? We haven't in a while and you know dad will tear us a new one if he sees us on our asses doing nothing," Dean proclaims, in a slight aggressive manner, though it was almost accidental.
"But he's...not here," you say out loud without meaning to. You look up to see Sam and Dean both looking at you, and right then you look back down. While looking down you hear footsteps, and right when you look back up, you see Dean staring right at you. 'The eye contact is unbearable' you think to yourself
"Just because hes dead, doesn't mean we can just fuck around and do nothing," Dean says with so much venom you begin to shake a little.
"Dean. Back. Up." Sam says, looking at Dean with an angry look and his teeth practically glued together. Sam takes Deans shoulder and yanks him back, and he makes Dean bend down so he can whisper something into his ear.
"I know you and Y/N have this personal issue going on right now, but I'll be damned if I ever hear you talk to her like that again, hear me?" Sam whispers, he lets go of Dean shoulder and looks at Dean. Dean looks back at him, looks at you, looks at Sam again, and nods, running his hand through his hair.
"Good," Sam says quietly. Sam walks towards you and bends down, "When you're finished with your breakfast, head on up to your room, you're not in trouble, but I'll talk with you later, okay?" Sam tells you,
"Okay" You say, looking at Sam. You finished your breakfast rather quickly. During that time, Dean went into his own room, and Sam went out into the backyard to do whatever he does, you're not really sure. You put your dirty plates into the sink and you fast walk to your room, and you quietly shut your door. _______________________________________
Waiting.....sucks. You have no clue how long you waited for Sam but it felt like forever. In reality it was probably like thirty minutes, but thirty minutes to a seven year old is all day.
You begin to space out when you hear a small knock on your door. You jump a bit because you didn't really expect it since you didn't know when Sam would come by.
You get up off your bed and you begin to walk to your door when the door was already opening. you stop and look up
"...Dean?" You ask. 'uh-oh' you think to yourself. You walk back a little bit and he sits down on your bedroom floor and holds his arms out for you to come sit in his lap. He hasn't said a word yet you heard exactly what he is wanting to ask.
You look at him. He looks at you. Both have no clue what to say to each other.
You slowly walk towards him, and you climb into his lap, both getting comfortable in the process
It had to have been like five minutes before Dean starts talking. "I'm sorry" he says to you. Smiling, you start talking too. "Me too" you say and you look up to see Dean beginning to tear up.
Okay now its time to panic
Dean crying is something that you never see so...you begin to tear up too.
"De? Are you okay?"
"I wish Dad was here, He would get real mad at me if he saw the way I was acting" Dean says. "Wouldn't be surprised if he beat my ass, just because I'm eighteen, doesn't mean shit to him" he says with a small laugh after the comment.
"Well I think you're doing a good job" You say to him quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. "Just because you're eighteen, doesn't mean you aren't bad at being a brother, neither is Sam" You add.
Dean, trying not to just sob in front of you, breaths in and breaths out a couple of times.
"You're seven, when did you become so smart?" Dean asks hugging you rather tightly
You giggle at his comment and say, "I'm your sister, I had to have learned something from you."
"Good answer" Dean says.
Without knowing, Sam is leaning on the door frame, with his arms crossed looking at you and Dean with the biggest smile ever. "Hey," Sam says and makes both you and Dean jump slightly, Sam giggles and that and continues,
"The garage called, they want you to come in and help fix a 67' Mustang," Sam says.
"Oh whaaat," you whine. you begin to get off of Dean so he can go to his job when he quickly snatches you back up, gets up off of the ground and throws you over his shoulders.
"How do you feel about coming with me? Who knows maybe-"
"Will Seth be there?" You ask excitedly. (For some backstory, John's long time friend Seth works where Dean works, and ever since you met Seth, you've practically 'fallen in love' with him)
"More than likely, he likes old cars like we do," Dean replies. "Yes! okay come on, lets go, come on, come on, come on" You say, trying to hurry up Dean,
"Okay, okay, lets go" Dean laughs while replying. You two leave the room, and Sam closes your door. Again, with a big smile on his face, Sam starts thinking to himself, 'Yeah, everything will be okay'
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FACE - Woosung/Sammy Kim - Drabble
Kim Woosung/Sammy Kim x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers
Word count: 2,5k
Summary: After a long semester of uni finally comes to an end, y/n and her friends are able to go out again and have fun. A fun night out turns into something very beautiful.
(Also I would like to apologize for any errors, english is not my first langugae so please have mercy on me ^^’)
~Hope you like it!
„Finally!!! We are done with all those stupid exams!!!” your friend Coco shouted once you got back to your apartment from Uni after having your last exam for this semester today.
“Hey, you do know that we have neighbors, right?” you giggled, hitting her in a playful way.
“Yeah, yeah, but aren’t you glad that we finally can relax?? We should celebrate it!”
“Of course I am glad, silly. So how do you want to celebrate surviving another semester?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure yet but I want to do it tonight! Otherwise it’s not as much of an celebration.”
“Sounds a lot like you want to go drinking, huh?”
She smiled at you sheepishly, “Maybe…”
“Okay so a girls night out it is?”
“Eeeeh…” she started hesitatingly, blushing a little
“what do you mean ‘eeeh’?”
“How about…”
“Wait! You want to ask the cute guy from our history class out, don’t you??” you said wiggling your eyebrows at her
“Heyy!” she punched your arm, “what I was going to say was: we could gather a few of our friends… and maaaaybe also hajoon…” she got quieter during the end mumbling the last word.
You grinned. “Well you can invite some people I guess, still don’t have a lot of friends that aren’t also yours here” you smiled a little embarrassed at yourself hearing that coming out of your mouth after being here for already one and a half year.
“Oh just not too many please… I’d like to still keep the circle small tonight.” you added
“Sure thing she said, sitting down on the couch and already looking through her phone for the right people”
Some time passed and you used it well by taking a nap, seemed like the best idea since you’re probably gonna be out the whole night. However, your peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by Coco barging in your room exclaiming that she finally had the perfect selection of people.
You mumbled a half awake “Shoot” and nuzzled your head back into your pillow.
“Okay so, since we want a rather small group this time, I made sure that I selected them very carefully!” She listed a few of your friend group to which you just nodded to, still half asleep.
“And-I-also-might-have-asked-Hajoon-if-he-was-free-and-he-is-joining-us!!” She quickly spat out hiding her face in her hands squealing like a little kid.
You grinned at her, “glad you finally had the guts to ask him out!”
“That’s not all thought, I thought that since I would be a little occupied with hajoon tonight I though I would invite someone for you too! BUT- Please don’t hit me now okay!”
You slowly opened your eyes looking at her kinda pissed already. “And who would that someone be?”
“Sammy…” she mumbled
“HUH?!?!” now it was really over with your beauty sleep, you shot up in your bed looking at her in disbelief. “Sammy?, you… mean Sammy Kim?? Your freind from highschool, who I had nothing but awkward interaction with since I met him last year?”
“Awkward Interactions?” she giggled, “ if that’s what you call love at first sight but no clue how to handle it, yeah sure you guys had some AwKwArD InTeRaCtIoNs. And now don’t act like I didn’t realize how you two were looking at each other that night, plus how often you too hung out to sTuDy.”
“No No No, he really helped me out with my photography project back then, and you promised me that we would never speak of that night again!” Just as you finished your sentence Coco’s phone made a ding. She opened it and grinned once again.
“Oh come on you both have the hots for each other but your are both to scared to admit it and I like the effect you have on each other, you both are like creative chargers for one another. I’ve yet to see you procrastinate when he is around and you have heard his music improving yourself, do you think that comes just out of nowhere? Huh? Whatever he just texted that he is coming tonight so this discussion is over!”
You looked at her with wide eyes and your heart skipping a beat. You definitely have a crush on Sammy and yeah maybe that happened the first time you met him BUT you were just never really the relationship type of girl, plus you didn’t plan on staying in Korea after Uni so you didn’t want to get to attached to something/someone plus you liked things the way they were up until said night. New Years Eve Party to be exact. You and Coco had a party at the Apartment and most of your friends were wasted at 1am already and Sammy and You also had quite a bit to drink, one thing led to another and you only remember waking up next to him in your bed, all cuddled up together with and hunch of what could have happened. Luckily you two were up before everyone else thinking nobody noticed but of course Coco knew the second she looked at you once she woke up. Sammy had to leave quickly that day because of some issues with brother, who wanted to visit him on New Year’s. Ever since than you two tried to keep it casual by not addressing it at all and kind of ignoring each other and your feelings for one another a bit. Until now apparently.
You sighed falling back into your cozy bed once Coco left your room.
~Time skip~
You pushed the thoughts of the night ahead to the side -mostly for Coco since she was worried that you were actually mad at her.
To proof her wrong you put on a smile and you two started to get ready together while blasting music and starting to pre drink a bit. It felt so good though to finally have the time to go out with some friends again after all that studying and stress with exams, just getting ready with your roommate was already so much fun.
Soon your uber came and you were on your way to the club where Coco told the others to meet you. You saw Sammy already when from the car, and your heart stopped a beat. He was just leaning against the wall, headphones in and on his phone. You took a second to admire him before the car came to a spot where you guys could get out. Coco saw him as well form where you two were and tried to scare him since he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, but she failed.
You greeted Sammy with a warm hug, thinking that he would probably feel your fast heartbeat but you always hugged him to say hello and you didn’t want to make things more weird. To your surprise you could feel his heartbeat as well, which weirdly calmed you down a bit.
You too still kept a bit of a distance for now just making things seem “casual”, clearly aware of the tension between the two of you. You got a table at your favorite club and soon drinks started to flow. Your group had an awesome time dancing, drinking, catching up and just enjoying your freedom for now
The DJ was great and constantly playing what you wanted, a couple hours went by and your friend group started to get smaller, one after the other leaving with someone they flirted with for about half an hour. Oh and Coco was all tangled up with Hajoon just as you both expected. You didn’t care about all of that too much just enjoying yourself on the dance floor and chatting a bit with Sammy while still continuously ordering drinks.
Of course some dudes tried to hit on you especially while you were dancing, overflowing with confidence but you just told them to get lost, you were really not interested in any of them. You were really just here to have fun but as you caught a glimpse of the way Sammy was watching your every move you smiled a bit to yourself.
You both were a bit buzzed by now, it being around 1:30am and most of your friends, well actually all of them already gone. The club was still buzzing and you were in no way ready to leave yet, neither was Sammy. It may seem a bit boring to just stand at a table watching a girl dance for hours, only taking breaks to pee or take another shot, not for him tho. Watching your body float over that dancefloor, never missing a single beat, smiling with closed eyes. And every time you were sick of a song you made your way over to him smiling with sparkling eyes in which he could get lost in forever. Every time you would come over you two had a shot or two and every time you went back on the dancefloor you tried to convince him to come with you. He came with once or twice, wanting to stay there with you the whole night just being weightless together but he knew that if he kept dancing with you and already being a bit drunk, he would want more and he wasn’t sure if you were okay with that so he stayed at the table.
At around 3am your feet started to hurt from all the dancing in your heels and you were feeling pretty dizzy, still not wanting to stop dirinking. Sammy knew by the way you came back to him that you were ready to leave and get some food somewhere.
“Sammy…! Wanna grab a bite somewhere?!” you shouted in his ear hoping he would understand with all the loud music and people talking.
To be completely honest he didn’t understand anything over the loud music and his own spinning head but he knew what you wanted so he just nodded and you two left. Once you stepped out of the club you both took a deep breath an looked at each other for a second. In this moment the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him, get lost in his touch and never wake up from it again but instead you just smiled at him and repeatedly said that you were hungry.
Sammy was in the same position, he knew that soon he would not be able to contain himself if you keep looking at him with those intense eyes of yours. He laughed at you being a whiny baby and took your hand to lead you to your guys’ favorite 4am drunk-food place. You both knew that he initially just wanted to yank you a bit in the direction you had to go yet you kept walking hands interlocked up until you got to the food place. It just felt so natural that none of you wanted to let go, so you kept it that way for a few moments longer.
You two kept chatting a bit while enjoying your food. For the few other people in the restaurant you two just looked like a regular couple acting all cute together, feeding each other and giggling while still ordering a few drinks. The owner of the restaurant actually thought you two were so cute that she gave you another soju-bottle for free, “For the lovebirds” she said as she put a the bottle down and winked at you.
You looked at each other with big eyes and you started to giggle since you were still pretty drunk. You took the soju with you and left the restaurant after paying. You were not ready to leave one another yet but you remember that Sammy had that great view from his apartment rooftop so you went there, on the way your hands found each other again and you just walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
You set up everything and settled down on the roof with your soju and a blanket just starring into nothing. Soon the two of you were cuddled up listening to each other’s breath.
You sighed “I missed this, you know?”
“Missed what?” he tried playing dumb
“This.. you… us..” you mumbled into his chest trying to hide your blushing
“Me too” he said while running his hands through your hair.
You lifted your head to look at him in the dim light just taking in his features bit by bit. He just smiled at you, slowly closing his eyes, like a cat would do. Carefully you sat up a bit and firmly pressed your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss. It was a very sweet delicate kiss, maybe even innocent, savoring every little moment of a innocent yet so powerful love. You two dragged the kiss as long as your lungs would allow it, after that you quickly nuzzled your head into his warm chest again.
“We should head inside it’s really getting cold and I don’t want you to get sick…” he softly whispered
You nodded and you packed your things to move into the apartment. It was so much warmer and just as cozy as you remembered it. You let out a yawn, stretching your body, Sammy saw his chance and wrapped his arms around you from behind burring his head in your neck. “Tired?” he asked softly.
“yeah… a bit…”
“then let’s go to bed then, shall we?” he asked while already heading towards the bedroom. He gave you his favorite shirt and shorts to sleep in, knowing you would have asked for them sooner or later, also he loved the way they looked on you. You excused yourself to the bathroom to change.
Once you locked the door behind you, you started to freak out silently a bit but on the other hand, everything just felt so right, Your bodies and minds just fit perfectly together and you were kind of mad at yourself for wanting to cut this awesome connection after it got a bit more serious. You washed you face, changed into the clothes he gave you and took a deep breath before heading back to the bedroom.
Sammy was already all cuddled up and his room looked even more comfortable with the delicate fairy-lights you gifted him last Christmas. You crawled next to him getting comfortable. He gave you another soft kiss, but you wanted more. You started to intensify it to which he gave in, you were hungry for him the whole night already so you were more than eager letting your hand slowly travel over his body an to the hem of his boxers but suddenly he grabbed your hand. A bit perplex you broke the kiss and looked at him confused.
“did... did I do something wrong?” you asked quietly “Do you not want to?”
“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” he gave you a peck “It’s just, the last time we did it too quickly and lost each other for a few months… And I don’t want to lose you… this... us again... is… is it okay if we just fall asleep in each other’s arms for now?”
You started to tear up a bit at his words, this was the first time he actually told you how he really felt -probably a bit because of the alcohol too but you didn’t mind that- and it made you realize how you felt as well, so you nodded stealing one last kiss before cuddling up with him and slowly drifting of to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.
~To be continued~
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Helter Swelter
Rating: MA, NSFW
Spoilers: None
Trigger/content warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, implied voyeurism
This is for the IN THE POOL square of @thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo, and was requested!
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"This is a fucking disaster," Olivia sighed, throwing her bag onto the bed in frustration.
Amanda rammed the heel of her hand against the sputtering A/C unit in the window and frowned. "I don't know why you ever expect anything more from Daddy Dodds than a fuckup," she muttered.
Liv ran a hand over the nape of her neck under her hair, finding it moist with sweat, and surveyed their room. Dodds had told her that he had booked them at a high-class hotel for the Extended Learning conference that weekend. A five-star, full-service, swanky joint, he had sworn.
Yet, here they were - sweltering during the peak of a heatwave, in a barely passable room with one double bed and a busted A/C unit. Even better, they weren't even in the right city for the conference - a fact discovered when they called Dodds upon landing to tell him that nobody had heard of the hotel he named.
Fuckup was putting it mildly.
"I'll go talk to someone at the check-in desk and see if they can do anything about the air conditioning," Olivia announced.
"I'm going to take a cool shower in the meantime," Rollins said, palming sweat from her forehead.
The young man at the front desk looked at Liv as though he'd fallen asleep and she had walked out of one of his fantasies into the lobby. Handyman? Not on weekends, it turned out.
"The pool's open 'round the clock though," he shrugged. He finished up by giving her some info on what was available to order from the kitchen, then went back to the glare of his cell phone screen.
When Olivia got back to the room, Amanda was already out of the shower and had changed into light cotton shorts and a sports bra. Liv shrugged apologetically and tossed the info about food to her on the bed.
"No-go on the A/C. There's a pool though." She stopped at the bed long enough to grab her bag. "My turn in the shower, I guess."
Amanda nodded disinterestedly, perusing the menus as the brunette disappeared into the small bathroom.
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The clock in the room was ticking past 1:30am. On the coffee table in front of the room's armchairs was a plate of mostly-eaten chicken nachos, and what was left of a six-pack of beer, still sweating condensation.
On the bed, the SVU detectives were also sweating, awake atop the bedclothes. Olivia was on her back, eyes to the ceiling, Rollins was on her side. They breathed the overwarm air and tried not to move too much, but neither could sleep. Amanda's tossing and turning was more irritating with every creak of the narrow mattress.
Tick -
Creak
Tock.
Always followed by the dying, strangled hum of the useless A/C.
This is it, this is how I'm going to lose my mind, Olivia decided.
Tick. Tock. Tick -
Creak.
"Amanda!" Liv snapped, "Can't you stay still for five minutes?!"
"I"m sorry!" the blonde whined, "I can't fucking sleep!"
Liv rolled her eyes. "I thought you grew up in the South? You must've had nights hotter than this."
"We slept out on the porch in the Summer."
"Be my guest and go sleep in the parking lot if you'll be more comfortable."
Amanda gave a surprised huff that was partway between amusement and annoyance. She leaned up on her elbows, shot Olivia a look, then rolled to her feet. "I'm going for a swim," she announced.
Liv's head turned on the pillow. "Amanda - it's nearly two AM."
"It's still almost 97 degrees! I can hardly breathe, I'm so hot," the blonde groaned. "Plus, I bought an expensive new bikini to wear at the hotel Dodds promised, and it's a damn crime for it to go to waste."
She crossed to her suitcase and unzipped it. "'Sides, you don't have to come. Stay here and melt, if you'll be more comfortable," she mocked.
Ten or so minutes later, both women slipped into the elevator, dressed in thin complimentary hotel robes, bikinis and sandals. In their robe pockets they had tucked cans of the warming beer from their earlier order.
On the main floor, they followed the signs to the door that lead to the pool and pushed outside into the thick, hot night air. The pool was somehow cleaner than their room, and they had it all to themselves. It rippled and beckoned under the starlight and the few florescent lamps that lit the tiled area around it.
Amanda stopped alongside a lounge chair and emptied her pockets of beer before she slipped off the robe. "What do you think?" she asked Liv, hands on hips.
Olivia swallowed dryly, glancing quickly at the bikini and then away. "Very nice," she murmured, busying herself with her own robe and cans. As Amanda walked away toward the pool's edge, Liv took another, more surreptitious look at the bathing suit. It was a dark green color, highlighted with square, gold rivets along the straps, the band under the bust, and along two split straps at the front of the bottom, which tied at each hip.
She popped open a beer and took a long pull from the can. I've seen underwear with more material than that entire suit, she mused. Her own suit looked conservative by comparison: a sporty black two-piece with boyshort bottoms ruched at the sides, and a crocheted, mesh high-neck top that covered her cleavage.
Amanda let out a loud, satisfied groan that startled Olivia out of her bikini thoughts, nearly dropping the drink in her hand.
"Oh my God that feels so good!" she cried. Blood rushed into Liv's face and groin simultaneously. "Hurry up and get in - and bring me a beer!" Rollins urged excitedly.
Olivia shed the last barrier between her bikini and Amanda's gaze, and grabbed two cans of beer. She leaned down to hand one to the blonde at the pool's edge.
"Thank you," Amanda said, and smiled genuinely for the first time since their plane touched down. It raised a relaxed twinkle to her blue eyes, and Liv stared until she caught herself.
She let herself down carefully on the tile and then scooted to the pool's edge, stretching her long legs into the water. Amanda was, of course, right - the water felt fantastic against the cloying heat - and Liv sighed with relief, letting her head fall back as her eyes closed.
The Southern blonde smirked and drank her beer, feeling more herself now that she wasn't sticky and uncomfortable. Setting her drink down, she plunged under the water and wet the rest of her body, kicking hard. When she split the surface, she was a few feet away from Olivia, who was still kicking her legs, watching.
"You didn't come all the way down to just sit on the sidelines, did ya?" Amanda teased.
"What, you wanna play Marco Polo?" the brunette tossed back, smiling as she raised her can to her lips.
"Don't make me drag you in here, City Girl!"
Liv set aside her drink and rolled her eyes, pushing her weight up and over the side with both hands against the concrete tile. The soothingly cool water ribboned over her warm skin, sending goosebumps racing in every direction.
"Better?" she grinned.
Amanda put a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Mostly . . . " she drawled, "just - " Then she spread both arms wide and used them to scoop and splash water at Olivia, laughing.
Liv opened her eyes as the water settled, letting drops drip from her jawline and hair. "I'll make you regret that, Dixieland," she said calmly.
Rollins laughed and tipped backward into the water, kicking her feet and floating along the surface. Liv ducked under the water to finish cooling off, then swam back to the side for another drink. The dehydration from the heat was making the beer go to her head more than usual; she felt good, and she was enjoying Amanda's flirting.
"You'll have'ta find me, first!" Rollins giggled from behind Olivia.
Rolling her eyes, Liv swallowed what was in her mouth and replied, "Right, because the pool is soo - " she turned around to face the water, finding herself alone, " - big," she faltered. Scanning the pool she didn't see ripples or bubbles - no sign of the blonde mermaid.
Olivia shivered, partly from her lowering body temperature, and partly from the eerie silence of standing there in the water alone.
"Enough, Amanda," she called. "you're not funny." When there was still no response or sound, the brunette turned defiantly back to her beer. The quiet, early morning dark wasn't so peaceful, suddenly.
With absolutely no hint of movement or sound of warning, Amanda tunneled up out of the water behind Liv, the noise breaking the surface like rolling thunder as splashes rained down. Liv let out a gasping yelp as she startled, then Amanda's arms locked around her middle from behind.
"Marco Polo!" she shrieked in glee as she pulled Olivia underwater against her.
Sputtering, they broke the surface again together after just a beat, Amanda still holding tight. "Jesus, Rollins!" Liv coughed out, "You gave me a heart attack!"
They stilled as Liv caught her breath, heart pounding from being caught unawares. Slowly, the feeling of Amanda's wet body wrapped around her from behind began to register with her senses: their legs, sliding against each other, cool skin on skin, the press of hard nipples against her back where Amanda's wet suit pressed. It sparked another shiver, but this one went to Liv's center.
"I don't think that's how Marco Polo is played," Olivia murmured softly.
"Well, we didn't play it that much in Georgia," Amanda chuckled, her warm breath tickling the back of Liv's neck. Then, just as suddenly, she let her go.
Liv pushed away slightly, back to the side and the drink that had been interrupted. But her mind was buzzing about more than beer now, wondering if Amanda's flirting was purposeful, natural or beer-induced. She kept her eyes on the stone tile as the blonde floated over and resumed her own drink. Their bodies were unnervingly close. Liv's breathing shallowed as she bored a hole in the spot she focused on.
Then, Amanda's foot, sliding against Olivia's ankle. Too pointed to be an accident. Higher - the leg was slipping against calf. Underwater footsies, Liv mused, a little drunkenly. Still, she refused to turn her head, not wanting to break the tranquility.
Rollins drained the can she was holding, then set it poolside before shifting her body so that she was directly behind Liv again. Cool, wet lips pressed against the nape of Olivia's neck, and she drew in a ragged breath, held it.
The kiss warmed and went on, lips dragging over the water drops on the sensitive skin there until finally her tongue joined in. Liv's eyes closed, relaxing into the touch as she exhaled. Next there were fingers at the strings where her bikini top was tied, tugging slowly, gently, giving plenty of opportunity for the brunette to call the stops.
All of it felt too good, however, for stopping to enter Olivia's mind. The water, the touch, the buzz from the beer - it all beat an Extended Learning conference to hell and back.
Amanda pulled the ties away slowly, one side at a time, kissing and nibbling warmly over Liv's shoulders, while her legs continued to playfully rub and slip around and between Liv's underwater.
Liv felt a hand return to her middle, pressing firmly, while the other arm crossed her upper chest. Amanda tipped Liv's head to the side with wet fingers to the jawline, then licked the point of her tongue up the curve and pulled an earlobe into her mouth.
A moan escaped Olivia as she wriggled against the blonde's hold, turning in her arms. "You taste like salt and flowers," Rollins smirked, her voice thick and deep. It was all she got out before the brunette framed her face with dripping hands and kissed her mouth.
Her tongue was a shock of heat in comparison to her hands, and Amanda gave back everything she received, their kisses as deep and wet as the pool itself. The turning in her embrace had taken care of moving Liv's top out of the way, and Amanda could feel the brush of wet breasts as the brunette made out with her madly.
She fought to get her hands between their bodies, then the smooth weight of those same breasts filled her palms. The sensation sent a ripple of desire throbbing through her swollen center. Amanda's thumbs grazed over the hard peaks and it finally broke their kiss, Liv's head lolling back.
"Fuck," she hissed, spurring the blonde on to rub harder. When she couldn't take it any more, she pushed her hands under Amanda's arms and grasped the bottom of her bikini top, yanking it over her head.
Olivia ducked low, her mouth just as hungry for this as it had been for Amanda's tongue. One cold, dripping nipple, then the other rolled under the brunette's tongue and pebbled under the scrape of her teeth until Amanda was panting, fingers slipping in their search for purchase on Liv's shoulders.
Kicking her feet, she steered them back to the pool's side until she could leverage her weight to regain dominance. Amanda pushed her knee in between Liv's thighs and made contact with the place she wanted to touch most. Immediately, Olivia's head dipped to the blonde's shoulder, her breathing quickening. She turned so that her lips were just under her ear and breathed, "I want you to make me come."
Without a breath of hesitation, Amanda buoyed Liv's weight up with her hands spread on her outer thighs, and deposited the dark haired woman on the pool's edge. Both hands tugged on the bottoms Liv still had on, until they rolled down and were tossed to the tile with a wet splat.
Amanda pulled Olivia's ass flush to the edge and wrapped her arms around her tan thighs, then lowered her tongue to the dewy pink valley between. Her clit was swollen and aching, twitching as Amanda nosed over it and sucked it gently.
Impatient, Liv bucked her pelvis into every touch of Rollins' sweet mouth. "I'm so fucking wet, Amanda, please . . . "
"Patience is a virtue," Amanda grinned. "Guess they don't teach that in the city," she teased, running her tongue down and inside Olivia's dripping entrance with a moan. She brought two fingers into the mix, slipping then inside carefully, then rubbing firmly against the G-spot.
The normally restrained SVU detective was sprawled on the pool tile, propped on her arms with her head dropped back and her legs over the Southern blonde's shoulders. Mouth open, thighs quivering, Olivia could hear the roar of her blood rushing and the sound of Amanda's talented fingers fucking her blind.
"Oh God, Amanda . . . don't stop, please . . . don't - yes, fuck me fuck me . . . " she babbled, unsure if she was even coherent.
Rollins couldn't stop grinning as she sucked and fucked the trembling brunette with fervor.
"I'm going to - oh fuck, oh oh Amanda! Ungh I'm going to come!"
"Damn right you are," the blonde mumbled as she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. Olivia squeezed her thighs and rode her orgasm out on the thrust of Amanda's tongue, dripping hot juices.
Pleased with herself, she released her grip on Liv's thighs and cupped pool water in both her hands, dousing her face and hair to cool down. "God, you're fucking incredible," she grinned.
Liv let out a laugh. "You did all the work! Get up here, Amanda."
She did as told and joined her on the cool cement tile. Olivia liberated her from her bikini bottom, then straddled over her on all fours. Delighted to once again be presented with Liv's slick, pink pussy above her face, Amanda wasted no time in sliding her fingers back inside. She was distracted this time, however, by the long, gentle brush of Liv's own fingers, spreading her own pussy open.
"Fuck, look how wet you are," Liv praised, gathering the slickness on her fingertips and swirling them around the blonde's hard clit.
"Jesus!" Amanda cried, her hips quaking at the touch as she remembered to pick up her thrusts into Liv.
A greedy race to the finish line started as both women worked to make the other come first with fingers and tongues as the pool threw reflections of light and the stars winked down on them.
.
.
When they returned to their room, the morning was rushing toward dawn. Olivia opened the door and was startled to hear the hum of the now completely functional A/C unit.
"I'll be goddamned," Amanda drawled from over her shoulder.
Liv crossed to the unit and put her hands in front of it to make sure the air was cool. As she did so, Amanda found a new six-pack of cold beer on the coffee table. A post-it was stuck to the table beside the cans.
"Fixed your A/C, beer's on the house," Amanda read aloud to Liv, followed by, "But please feel free to enjoy another night swim anytime." She looked at Liv quizzically.
The front desk kid. Liv rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh, God."
"Good thing we ended up in the wrong place, after all," Amanda giggled, and pulled open another beer. "Cheers!"
END
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You, Not Them
Author’s note: We need more Frankie’s gifs y’all...I keep having to use the same ones lol. Anyways - here’s some more soft Frankie, I hope y’all enjoy! (also I apologize for any grammar errors but it is 1:30am and I am tired)
Request: Aeryn could you do “I fell in love with you, not them” for Frankie? 🥺 Something where Reader is afraid Frankie is spending more time with the boys than her? Or however it strikes you 😘 (Requested by: @hiscyarika)
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: None
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You and Frankie had been together for just a little under a year now, and you had loved every moment of it - well...almost.
You had met Frankie while he was out with the guys at a local bar. Your friends had seen you eyeing the man all night and only managed to get you to talk to him by daring you to get his number. You weren’t one to chicken out from a dare so you stood up, ran your fingers through your hair, ordered a bottle of the same beer you had noticed Frankie was drinking, and sauntered over to where he and the group were watching a soccer match.
Will’s eyes were the first to meet yours and he seemed to notice exactly who you had your sights set on, because he elbowed Frankie - drawing his attention away from the game and onto you. You had to bite your lip to keep from smiling as you noticed Frankie’s eyes widen at your approach.
“Sorry to interrupt,” you say gently, setting the bottle down in front of Frankie, “I’ll be quick.”
“What? No refills for the rest of us sweetheart?” Benny’s voice had cut in, a smirk adorning his face.
You let out a small chuckle, eyes moving from Frankie, to Benny, then back again, before letting out a small hum.
“Sorry boys - I only buy drinks for the guys I’m hoping to add to my contacts list,” you say cheekily, pulling your phone from your back pocket and handing it to Frankie.
Frankie continued to stare wide-eyed at you, seemingly frozen in his seat, and you felt your confidence wain slightly when he didn’t take the phone from your hand. You shifted from one foot to the other.
“Or I could just give you my number?” you say slowly, hand reaching for a napkin on the table.
This seems to jolt the man from his stupor and he shakes his head, taking your phone from your hand, “No, no, I just uh -” he cuts himself off with a huff as he types his number into your phone, “I’m not used to pretty girls asking for my number is all,” he admits softly, face flushing slightly as he hands you your phone back.
You hum in satisfaction as you look at his contact information and tuck your phone back into your pocket, “Well I’m honestly surprised,” you say genuinely, “because I think you’re cute,” you say before turning on your heel and sending him a wink over your shoulder.
You smile as you walk back to your table, laughing quietly as you hear the hoots and hollers of the man’s friends behind you.
When you slide back into the booth, however, you can’t help the small smile that crosses your face when you see his name in your phone - Francisco.
It suits him.
You had learned later that he usually goes by Frankie, which is what you usually referred to him as - but you also called him catfish, or ‘fish’ for short just to annoy him since he hated when you called him that. But you hardly ever wanted to annoy him - things had been perfect for the first time in forever. Frankie was everything you could have asked for in another half, and even though you had yet to truly voice it to one another, you loved each other more than life itself.
However, not everything could be perfect, every relationship has its flaws. Yours just happened to manifest itself in the form of four old military buddies who Frankie never seemed to separate from. You loved the boys - Will, Santi, Benny, and even Tom. But it seemed like you and Frankie never had time for yourselves unless it was at your place. One or all of the boys seemed to always be at Frankie’s place, or anytime you had something planned the boys would end up coming along, or it was always a gathering with them all instead of just you and Frankie. It was just getting frustrating. You tried to understand - understand that to Frankie, these were his brothers. They have literally risked life and limb for one another, been through the worst of the worst and been there for each other afterwards. But you were trying to get Frankie to understand that you could do that too.
Which is why you were so excited for tonight.
Frankie had told you about reservations that he had made at one of the nicer restaurants in town for tonight and telling you to dress nicely and that he had a whole night planned. You had almost cried from happiness at the thought of getting an entire romantic evening with the man you loved, and you had immediately started looking for a cute outfit to wear. You had settled on a simple black cocktail dress paired with some short heels and the necklace Frankie had gotten you a few months ago. You had just slipped on your shoes and walked out of the bedroom to see Frankie leaned against the back of the couch, looking at his phone.
“I’m ready,” you say softly, running your hands down the front of your dress lightly.
Frankie’s head snapped up at your words, and his mouth parted slightly as his eyes roamed your figure. You bite your lip in an attempt to stop the small giggles from escaping your mouth as you walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“Do I look okay?”
Frankie just lets out a small huff, eyes scanning over your form once more before his hands fall to your waist, “You look way better than okay,” he said finally, leaning in to place a small kiss to your lips, “you look fucking gorgeous.”
A large smile graced your lips at his compliment, and you opened your mouth to respond when Frankie continued, cutting you off.
“The guys aren’t going to be able to keep their eyes off you, I can already tell,” he teases.
But his words do anything but make you laugh. They instantly wipe the smile of your face and you take a step back from him, your hands falling from his shoulder and stilling at your side limply, your whole body seeming to deflate as Frankie looks at you confusedly.
“What do you mean the other guys?” you ask, disappointment clear in your words.
Frankie stood straighter, pushing off the couch and taking a tentative step towards you, “At dinner tonight? I made reservations for us and all the guys and their wives - for all of us to do something nice for once,” he tried to joke, making every attempt to lighten the mood.
But you just felt a small sense of bitterness fill your heart and tears burn at the back of your eyes as you shook your head.
“I thought it was just going to be us tonight,” you said, cringing as your voice cracked with emotion.
Frankie felt his heart clench at your sudden shift in demeanor. You looked so excited when you walked out of the room, and now you were just upset and distant. He stepped towards you again, close enough this time so he could take your hands in his and lean his forehead against yours.
“Sweetheart,” he mumbled, finally causing you to look at him, and he felt his heart break at the tears gathered in your eyes, “If I had known - “ he sighed, “I thought I told you that it was going to be all of us -”
At this you scoffed and pulled your hands from his roughly, turning away from him and towards the kitchen - all the while your fingers worked furiously at the earrings in your ears, pulling the back from them and tossing them on the counter.
“No Francisco,-” you snap, “I should have known better, right?” you finally turn to face him remaining unfazed by the dumbfounded look on his face, “I should have known we were going to be with the guys tonight because we always are!” you huff, and look down at the bracelets on your wrists, suddenly angry, before ripping them off and throwing them on the counter with your earrings, the metal making a biting noise as it hits the granite, “god, I’m so stupid.”
It finally clicks for Frankie, and suddenly irritation is welling up inside him as well as he furrows his brow and steps closer to you, “Is that what this is about? That it’s going to be all of us instead of just me and you?”
You roll your eyes, “What do you think?”
Frankie runs a hand through his hair, before tossing his hands out to the side, “I don’t know what to think! I’m confused!” he half shouts, “You’ve never had a problem with them before, but now you do?”
You shake your head and let out a dry laugh, “How do you know I've never had a problem with it before?” you ask, “Because I have had a problem with it Frankie, for a while now - When was the last time we even went on an actual date? Just me and you?”
Frankie shakes his head grasping for an answer, but you beat him to it.
“Four months Frankie! Four fucking months since we’ve done anything with just me and you - No Benny, no Santiago, no Will, no Tom -” your lower lip starts wobbling now, tears threatening to spill over as Frankie cuts you off.
“I just don’t understand why this is such a big deal -”
“Because Frankie! I fell in love with you! Not them,” you finally shout, words hanging heavy in the air as silence befalls the small kitchen.
Your tears finally flow down your cheeks as your head falls forward slightly, “I just-” you choke on a small cry, “I just wanted one night Frankie, one night with you. Just you. No one else. Is that too much to ask?” you whimper.
His mind is running a mile a minute as a result of your outburst - two main things occupying his entire being. One being the fact that you had said you loved him, something neither of you had actually said yet. And two: that you were broken and upset because of him. Frankie’s heart feels like it’s breaking in his chest as he takes in your distraught form. The tears staining your cheeks, making your mascara run black down your skin. Your shoulders heaving as you try to hold back your sobs. And it was all his fault. He had no fucking clue that always hanging out with the guys was making you so upset. He knew that it wasn’t the guys that made you so frustrated, it was just the fact that he spent so much of his time with them instead of making time for you as well. You weren’t asking for much - it’s not like you were asking him to give up his friends. You just wanted to spend time with him - alone - something that he realized now...he wasn’t giving you enough of.
He immediately stepped forward, engulfing you in his arms as he tucked your head into his chest, his fingers rubbing soothingly up and down your sides.
“Babe I - shit - I am so sorry,” he mumbled, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before pulling you away from him to look you in the eyes, “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
You looked away from him then, cheeks flushed as you shrugged your shoulders, “I just...I didn’t want you to think that I was trying to keep you away from the boys,” you say quietly, “I love them like brothers and I’m not mad at them or that you are hanging out with them I just wish that maybe you would make time for me too? Fuck, I don’t know - now I just sound stupid,” your rambling causes another wave of tears to flow down your face and your shoulders shake more violently, causing Frankie to pull you to him again.
“No, sweetheart stop.” he says firmly, “You voicing your feelings about something isn’t stupid, I see now, since you told me, that I am spending way too much time with the boys I just - before you they were all I had, you know?” he says quietly, not noticing how he had moved to swaying you both back and forth slowly, “I’ll do better - make more time for just you and me, and dates, and movie nights, and cooking, and maybe even something a little less innocent…” he says coyly, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as he leans down to trail light kiss from your jaw down your neck.
You let out a small chuckled before pulling away from him just enough to capture his lips with your own. You can’t help but melt into him as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, deepening the kiss slightly before you pull away from him, giggling at his slightly pouty expression.
“As much as I would like to keep going,” you say slowly, “We have reservations to get to, don’t we? We’re already late.”
Frankie’s eyes light up at your words, “Are you sure you still wanna go?” he asks, voice unsure.
You nod, “Yes, I still want to go, just let me go wipe off the makeup that’s surely running down my face and then we can leave,” you assure, pressing a quick peck to his lips before turning to head back to the bedroom. You don’t get far before his hand is on your wrist and pulling you back towards him.
“Wait,” he says quickly, “I forgot to tell you something.”
You look at him questioningly for a moment before he pulls you into a searing and mind-blowing kiss. A kiss that seemed to last hours but was surely only seconds before he pulled away, eyes shining.
“I love you too.”
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Jet Lag✈️
1) you and Mark are both idols and you're on video call from different countries and you miss each other. You surprise Mark secretly visiting Korea and you then surprise him in his room and you guys cuddle and stuff ^~^
@smolninja thank you for your request! I hope it’s everything you wanted! I’m sorry for the delay, I had so many issues with Tumblr and accidentally deleted it when I was like 70% done it was so sad. Nonetheless, I really liked writing it! Enjoy :)
Warnings: mild swearing
Word Count: 3k
Genre: Fluff, slight angst
Fem Idol!reader x Mark Lee
The set up: you’re in a 7 member kpop group called Girl Trouble and you’ve just finished the first concert of your Japanese tour. We’re pretending corona doesn’t exist :) The general public does not know that you are dating Mark Lee
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You feel the van come to a stop as flashing lights bloom from outside the tinted windows, waking you from your much needed sleep.
“We’re at the hotel y/n,” your bandmate, Yeeun, informs, fixing her hair in her phone camera to make sure she was ready to be photographed.
The excited cheers coming from the street bring you out of your sleepy stupor and you stretch your arms above you in a big yawn.
“How do I look?” you ask Nayoo, your best friend in the group who’s sitting next to you, touching up her concealer.
“Perfect as always y/n, duh,” she replied, playfully winking as she put her stuff away.
“Ok I’m opening the door!” you warn as you grab the handle and take a deep breath, putting on your best smile.
Swinging the door open, you’re met with an uproar of fans calling out your name and a storm of camera flashes eager to capture your latest look. It was your group’s first time in Japan so the fans were especially excited to finally have the chance to see you.
*Click click click click*
You stepped out of the car as gracefully as you could, smile never faltering as you showed off your pearly white teeth and prize-winning dimples. Brushing your hair back slightly as you walk, you tease your new gold earrings as a subtle endorsement to the brand. Your members following suit, you wave to the crowd and make your way to the entrance, nodding at a few fansites you recognized.
- - -
Throwing yourself onto the bed, your freshly showered hair promptly soaks through the comforter but you couldn’t care less.
“Ugh...,” you sighed, melting into the plush goodness of the hotel mattress, “I’m so goddamn tired.”
If only he were here with you...
“Oh!” you gasp, head shooting up from your now wet pillow, “I promised I’d call!”. You rolled off the bed and scrambled to find your phone in your bag, suddenly wide awake.
“You’re calling loverrr boyyyy?” Nayoo teased, dragging out the letters because she knew how much you hated it.
“Stopppp!” you whined, throwing your soggy pillow at her and trying to hide the growing blush on your cheeks.
Frantically unlocking your phone, you scroll through your contacts to find your boyfriend, heart racing with anticipation. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen Mark and you know it’ll be a few more until you have the chance. You promised each other to call whenever you could, but with NCT dream having a new comeback and Girl Trouble was starting to be really popular, there was only so much you could do. On top of that, it was stressful trying to keep your relationship a secret with all of the prying eyes around you and Mark’s intense fan base. Nevertheless, you’ve been going strong for about 8 months now you know that everything, every struggle, is worth it because of how much you truly love him.
Calling: Baby💕💋🦁...
You don’t bother to fix your makeup-less face and frizzy hair because you know that he’ll say you’re beautiful.
You smile at the thought of him as the FaceTime chimes ring.
*whoom*
“Marky!” you whisper cry, heart racing with excitement as you see his face for the first time in days.
“Baby!” Mark squeals back in the same tone, losing himself to giggles as you both giddily recover from the excitement of getting to see each other. You can hear the sound of voices mocking him in the background and Chenle’s piercing scream cuts through the audio.
“How have you been, baby?” you ask adoringly, ignoring the dreamies and look longingly at the boy in round glasses and his favorite grey hoodie.
“Shut up guys! I’m trying to talk to y/n!” he yells back at them, met with only more mocking and screaming. Sighing and giving up, he turns back to the camera, “Ah you know, I’ve been alright. We’ve been pretty busy with practice. I’m actually at practice right now if you can’t tell”. He pans the camera to the other members of dream who are clearly only taking a break because Mark made them stop for this phone call.
Guilt grips at you as you realize how you were probably inconveniencing them. After all, it was getting late and they all have to stay even later now because of you.
“Oh... if now’s not a good time we can always try tomorrow,” you offer, smiling slightly but not enough to hide your disappointment and guilt.
“Aw baby I’m sorry,” Mark soothes, “don’t worry about us I didn’t mean it like that. I missed you so much and these guys can spare a few minutes it’s fine”.
“I wish you were here, Mark. Or I was there,” you whisper, lying down on your bed once again. Placing your phone in front of you, it’s almost, almost, as if he were there lying with you.
Mark wears a pensive expression as he looks down, using his free hand to fiddle with his hoodie strings.
“Yeah. Me too”.
His voice is strained as he thinks about the nights you’ve snuck out together and the secret dates you shared. He misses the way you feel in his arms and the way your soft hair felt when it tickled him awake in the morning. He misses your terrible dad jokes and your night cooking. It was really frustrating how you were both so young and so in love, but everything else in life had to get in the way. Mark really missed you.
You reach out instinctively to stroke his hair but instead of comforting the boy you loved, your hands are met with only the cold surface of your screen.
The two of you talked for a few more minutes, trying to make the most of the time before he had to go. You could tell by the way his voice strained that he was really exhausted.
When he finally hung up, you couldn’t shake the empty feeling off; not being next to him, being able to touch him, to comfort him, to be with him was the worst feeling in the world.
And before you could stop yourself, warm tears began to fall as your shoulders shook with your heartbroken sobs. Video calls were supposed to make you miss each other less, not more. You loved him so much that you’d miss him even if he was right there with you. Being apart was devastating.
“Oh, honey…,” Nayoo coos, crawling into your bed to give you a much needed hug, “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Let it out”.
Wrapping your arms around your best friend, you let the tears fall onto your already soaked pillow and spilling out the feelings you’ve kept buried inside for so long.
“I just miss him so much,” you gasp, squeezing your fists around the fabric of Nayoo’s sweatshirt.
“Oh I know y/n, I know,” she comforted, “remember back when we were trainees and you just started dating Mark? And I was always there to distract Manager Kim when you snuck out to meet him?”.
You let out a small laugh at her attempt to lighten the mood. Nayoo was truly a good friend and she always had your back. You were really lucky to have her in your life.
“I do, Nayoo. I never thanked you enough for that”
“You know I love you. I’d do it again now if you wanted to sneak out and meet him. Actually I bet you could pull it off since our next show isn’t for another 4 days”
“Wait…”
Both of you sat up at the same time, looking at each other with wide eyes.
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this”
“Shush! We already bought the tickets there’s no backing out now”
“What if someone notices me?”
“They won’t. Look at you”
You looked in the mirror of the lobby bathroom you were hiding in. You were dressed in plain, unbranded clothes, your hair tucked in a low, messy bun. The majority of your face was covered by a mask and a baseball hat, making you look nearly unidentifiable to anyone looking.
“I guess,” you sighed, still nervous, “let’s just go over the plan again”.
“Alright sheesh,” Nayoo groaned, “as if I am not a wizard of distracting our manager. You’ll get into the Uber we just called and go to Japan Airport. Your flight is at 2:30am and you’ll arrive in Korea at about 4:00am. Then you’ll go to Mark’s dorm and make out with him yadda yadda-”.
You punched her in the arm.
“Okay! Did I lie though? Anyways, you’ll be on your return flight the next day at the same time so you better savor your time. MY job is to tell Manager Kim that you are having lady problems and you can’t make it to practice today. He hates when we talk about periods so this is fool proof seriously. Plus we know that you will do fine on stage without one day of practice”.
“Okay…,” you chewed your lip nervously, half dreading the thought of being caught and half thrilled at the thought of being in Mark’s arms in a few hours. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you looked at the notification.
*your Uber driver Ayako is here! Look for license plate A29&Q on a black Honda Pilot*
Hugging Nayoo goodbye, you rush out of the hotel and into the cab, adjusting your cap and mask to make sure it covers your face.
Each second that passed, you became more excited about seeing your boyfriend and less nervous about the consequences.
Mark, I’m here for you. I’m coming, just wait a little bit longer.
Your hands itched to call him and tell him what you were doing but you knew that he was catching up on some much needed sleep by now.
When you arrived at the Japan Airport, you thanked the driver and walked briskly through the airport. You had nothing except a small backpack and your plane ticket so getting through security was quick. Thankfully, there weren’t too many people there at 2 in the morning so you began to relax.
Successfully making it through security, you finally board the plane and claim your seat at the very back.
Looking out the window to the dark, starry skies, the lights of the airplane wings illuminate the drops of rain that began to fall.
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You jolt awake as the plane lands at the South Korea Airport with a rumbling thud. Your hands dart to your face to make sure your mask and hat are still there, sighing in relief when they remain unmoved.
Grabbing your bag, you walk down the aisle of the half-empty plane, each step bringing you closer to Mark.
Rushing out of the airport, your steps gain traction as you feel your heart racing in excitement at the thought of seeing your boyfriend so soon. The cold night air greets you familiarly as you call the nearest cab over. Telling the driver the address of Mark’s dorm building, you watch as the streetlights pass by and you near the boy you’ve been dying to see for weeks.
At last, you arrive at the steps of the apartment complex. Thanking the driver, you rush into the building and attack the elevator button going up. Your breathing is shallow with excitement knowing that he’s there right now. He’s there and you’re going to be with him.
Every second in the elevator feels like hours and you kick yourself for not taking the stairs. The floors seem like they’re all a mile away from the last and you tap your foot impatiently on the carpeted floor.
8...9...10
*Ding*
You speed out of the elevator and find your way expertly to the infamous 10th floor dorm room. Feeling around the crevices of the carpet floor for the spare key, you feel a slight twinge of nerves because you’re technically breaking into their home. But, as soon as you enter the familiar room, any guilt you have washes away and the only thing you can feel is the rapid beating of your heart filled with love and anticipation.
Making your way silently through the dark common room, you stop at the oh-so-familiar door. When your hand touches the cold metal of the doorknob, you swear that the beating of your heart was loud enough to wake the entire building.
Taking a deep breath, you open the door and you see him. Your breath hitches at your throat and you fight back the urge to cry right then and there. Mark was lying on his bed, snuggled under the covers with his arms and legs wrapped around a pillow like he always does when he sleeps. His soft breathing was rhythmic and calming, the warm scent of his room inviting you in.
Without wasting another second away from him, you drop your bag on the messy floor and walk up to his bed. Carefully, you pull at the pillow in his embrace and replace it with your own body. Mark shifts slightly and you freeze, not wanting to wake him up from his rare sleep. His eyes remain closed and his arms instinctively tighten around you. You can see through the darkness that his eyebrows furrow slightly and his lips part, and you wonder if he knew you were there.
“Finally,” you thought to yourself, reaching up slowly to caress his hair, “we’re finally together”. It didn’t feel real. You couldn’t believe that you were finally here in his arms. His body was so warm and felt like home to you.
You can feel Mark’s fingers autonomously rub circles into your back. As if his body realized what was happening, Mark’s eyes opened slowly and he peered into your face, blinking slowly to process this new information.
“I’m here, Mark,” you whisper as softly as you can.
Without any hesitation, Mark leans forward and presses a deep kiss onto your lips, conveying ten thousand words with his actions that could only be interpreted as “I missed you so much”.
You kiss him back, fingers gripping onto his shirt with raw emotion in an “I missed you too”. You breathe in deeply, not wanting to forsake any aspect of him, taking in all of his scent and drinking it all like a flower with no water.
He pulls away with a sigh and presses his forehead against yours. Mumbling incoherent words, you notice that he seems to have fallen back asleep.
Your own eyelids feel heavy and they flutter closed as you succumb to the warm welcome of sleep, your heart whole with love.
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Dull beams of sun fell slanted through the curtains as you drifted awake the next morning. You felt a hand playing with your hair and you opened your eyes slowly, temporarily forgetting what you had done the night before. Memories flooded back and your attention narrowed in at the smiling boy in front of you.
“You’re really here,” Mark whispered, “how are you here?”.
“It’s a long story,” you whispered back, voice still hoarse from sleep.
He pulled you in closer to his chest and you gladly snuggled into his warm body, nuzzling at his favorite hoodie, the one you got him for Christmas.
“I thought it was all a dream when I saw you last night,” he admitted.
“Stay with me today?,” you ask, worried that your time together would be short. If he had to go to practice, you could hardly see him at all and you’d go back to missing him a thousand miles away.
“I’m not going anywhere today,” Mark replies, kissing the top of your head, “my wishes have finally come true and you magically appeared in my bed. I’d be an idiot to leave”.
You giggled at his words, working your fingers to draw shapes into his back.
You start to tell him what happened after you called him the night before and how devastated you were when you weren’t with him. Mark’s arms tightened around you as you told him you cried when you saw how tired he was and you weren’t there to cheer him up. You told him about how you put on a disguise and snuck around Manager Kim who thought you were dying right now. His body shook with laughter at the crazy night you had and you both agreed that this was the wildest thing you had ever done.
“How long are you gonna stay here?”
“My flight back to Japan is at 2:30am tomorrow morning. What time is it now?”
Mark shifts to unlock his phone on the nightstand.
“It’s 10:49am”
You sighed and buried your face deeper into his chest, trying to get impossibly closer to the love of your life and make the most of your hard-earned time together.
“Let’s do everything today,” you heard him say.
“What do you mean?” you ask, tilting your chin up to look at him, pressing a small his to his jaw.
“Let’s just do everything we always wanted to do. Let’s get ramen from the convenience store together and then go on a walk at the park. Let’s get matching sweaters from the mall and then full sugar boba tea. You’ll drink half of mine and I’ll let you because I’m a good boyfriend”. Mark giggles at his imagination and peppers kisses across your face.
You laugh at the ticklish sensation and your heart swells with love for the Canadian boy.
Your whole body tingled, the feel of his body around yours and his lips on yours sending your head spinning. Rubbing your nose adoringly against his in an eskimo kiss, you vow that you would be strong for him from now on. You might be apart for work a lot, but the love you share is inseparable and undeniable. Nothing could ever come between you. You were his and he was yours.
“Let’s do it, Everything”
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[1:30AM] you just got out of the shower getting ready for bed. As you walk into the room you shared with your boyfriend Donghyuck. He’s so immersed in his games as you can hear muffle voices of his friends Chenle and Jeno screaming to move to the next objective. All you can do is smile because watching him concentrate on his game has him making cute lil faces as he got mad when he got killed. You wanted him to go to bed already but didn’t want him to leave an unfinished game so you quietly walked over and whispered in his ear that his headset wasn’t covering
“I’m gonna head to bed baby. Have fun playing.” And you gave him a peck on the cheek as you also hear Jeno and Chenle scream in their headsets “GOODNIGHT Y/N!” Y/n giggled and replied to his rowdy friends “goodnight guys, don’t let my boyfriend stay up too late!” And you went to lay in bed. Before you knew it your eyes had gotten heavy and drifted off to sleep after seeing the silhouette of your boyfriend playing his video game.
After turning off all of his computer screens and speakers Hyuck stretched his arms and back as he was sitting in that chair what seemed like hours. When he turns around to see you laying in bed wearing his hoodie and black laced panties. Which turned him on to see you wearing his hoodies. “How did I not see y/n wearing this?” Hyuck thinks to himself. Most likely because he was concentrating on his game to even see what you were wearing. He crawled into bed wrapping himself around you.
His hand slowly working up your body starting with your thigh and starts to go under the hoodie you were wearing. Hyuck then realizes you weren’t wearing anything else and turned him on. You shivered a little bit after feeling his cold hand touch your skin. Waking you up from your slumber.
“Hyuck babe is that you?” You say in a raspy voice. “Sorry baby I didn’t mean to wake you but how did I not see you wearing this?” Hyuck says to you as he continues to caress your skin. You can start to feel him become hard against your thigh and pulls you in closer to him. “I didn’t want to disturb your game that’s why I just whispered goodnight to you.” You added. His hand slowly worked its way down back touching your hot core, as you whimpered a small moan turning you on. “Babe you wearing anything like this around me I would’ve turned my game off in an instant.” He whispers to you as he starts to nibble at your neck.
You knew what he wanted after seeing you in nothing but his hoodie. You started to become wetter and wetter as he plays with you. “Oh it seems you are ready for me baby.” Hyuck says as he feels your juices coat his finger. “Y—yes Hyuck I am” you reply in a soft moan. Then moments later he rips off your panties and whispers in your ear. “I’m going to tear this lil cunt up.” Pulling his sweats off letting his member release from the constriction. He gives you no warning as he inserts his member into you easily using your juices to lubricate him. “Oh my god baby you’re so tight!” He says with a loud moan.
You let out big moan making him thrust harder and faster. “Oh my god baby don’t stop” you say. “Yeah you enjoying this baby? Tell me how bad you want it” as he leans forward and rests his head in the crook of ur neck giving it lil kisses. “You were asking for this after wearing my hoodie baby” his thrusts started to become harder and faster as he almost reaches his high. “Hy—Hyuck baby I’m gonna...” you moan out to him. He can tell you’re almost at your high as he can feel you constricting yourself around his cock. “Yeah is my baby gonna cum for me?!” His thrusts become faster. “YES BABY...OH MY GOD IM CUMMING!” As you hit ur high you began to grind on his cock to ride out your high as not too longer after he reaches his. You both pushing into each other as you finish.
He slowly becomes wobbly and rests himself on you before pulling out. Giving you soft kisses. “Sorry for waking you up baby but I couldn’t help myself” Hyuck tells you while helping you clean you off with a towel that was near the bed. “It’s ok baby, you can wake me up anytime especially if it’s that way” you reply giving a kiss on the lips before putting your clothes back on. Both of you laying back in the bed with his arms wrapped around you. Hyuck placing one last kiss on your lips then on your forehead as you both drifted off to sleep.
*USE PROTECTION guys!*
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mine and mine alone [c.h.]
relationship: sound producer!calum hood x architect!female!reader
warnings: unedited, mistakes here and there because i realized i wanted to post this right away, their occupations don’t matter
requested birthday gift: @angel-cap BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATHERINE <3
notes: i am really scared. i don’t know anyone from 5sos but i really tried because katherine loves them and idk if i did this justice but i super tried, which is why this is not a band kind of fic. huhuhu, i’m sorry it’s short and if it sucks.
summary: someone keeps stealing your parking space
Lately, every few days, you’d see a car parked in the familiar space that you occupy, because it’s yours. There may not be a name but it’s yours. Similar to how the seats in college didn’t have names, but everyone knew that that was your seat, and no one dared to sit on yours because they, too, have designated seats of their own.
And now, as a working adult, you still believed in those. Probably everyone still did. It’s the way of life.
But apparently, this person, who owns that particular car in your view, did not know how to claim another spot, and therefore, chose yours instead. Oh, how your blood boiled to see that you were parked in such a general space. The space that was dark and shadowy, way too far from the building doors.
That car park was your spot and whoever owned it would get a taste of you.
Climbing out of your vehicle with a frown of your face and shutting the door with more force than you intended, you walked the super long distance to the entrance of the building. You were looking forward to this day, there was a party, no occasion, just to have a break from everything.
When you got to your spot, you did some paperwork and talked to some co-workers, waiting for the clock to tick 3PM.
The day seemed to drag. You kept watch at the clock on the wall and the tinier, digital version on your wrist. From 10AM, to 11:30AM, 11:59AM, 1:43PM...ah, finally, 2:30PM. When the clock struck three, you were the first to sign in relief.
This would be a break from the stress of this morning. That space was yours and yours alone. Maybe it's time to ask someone to put a nameplate or something.
"Y/n," someone called, tapping your shoulder as she did so. "You're the only one at your desk."
You twisted your chair to find your co-workers already begun to have fun. Perhaps you were thinking about this car space too much. Way too much that it's keeping you from having fun at the moment.
You shook your head. "Sorry," you murmured. "Come on, then, Mary." You looked at your friend and gestured your head towards the middle of the room. "Time to have fun."
You had a good time with your co-workers. It wasn't uncommon to talk to one another without work being the topic, and the gossip in the company, including the whole building, was something people looked forward to hearing, at least, to those who admit it.
One gimmick you were interested in was the one about the new sound producer. That position was never one to have a permanent mark. Not once have you heard about them lasting one year on the job. You weren't sure why, nobody in your department was, but at the back of your mind, you believed it was cursed. But that was silly of course.
However, it happened after the party. As you were heading down the parking lot with another friend of yours from the music department, whom you had stumbled upon as you were leaving the office, you knew now that the sound producer position was a curse.
Not only was he absolutely gorgeous but you later find out that it was him who would take your parking space! You weren't sure which one was worse. 'Both,' you thought. Yeah. Both.
"Y/n, this is Calum Hood." Kris, your friend, introduced. "Calum, y/n y/l/n."
"Hi," Calum said with a very cute smile. "It's nice to meet you, y/n." Oh how your name sounded so good when he said it
"From what department are you?" He stuck out his hand for you to shake.
"Architecture," you replied, shaking his hand. His touch sent shivers down your spine. "Avalanche is a multi-purpose company," you joked.
He laughed. Music. "I can tell." You let go of each other's hands and he placed his inside his pocket while you adjusted the strap of your bag. "Heading home?"
"Yeah," you answered.
"Just wanted to walk y/n to her car," Kris added.
"Oh, I can walk her," Calum offered. "I'm heading there, too."
"You okay with that, y/n?" Kris asked you.
"It's fine," you told him. "Go catch your bus."
He smiled. "Alright then. I'll see you. You, too, Calum." And then he jogged off to the main entrance.
You watched him go before turning back to Calum. "Shall we?"
He nodded and gestured to the only elevator that led to the basement. "After you."
You smiled as you walked and he fell in step.
The two of you talked a little about yourself, just the basics, and you didn't want things to end. But then he pointed out his car as soon as you reached yours.
"Oh, no," you muttered.
He must have heard you. He cocked his head and asked what was wrong. "Are you okay?"
"I'm good," you replied all too quickly. "I mean, I just had a thought. Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to say it out loud." You gave a forced laugh. "Don't worry about it," he said, brushing it off.
He smirked. "You know, I know it's your spot."
You blinked. "What?"
"I know that's your parking space," he repeated. "There's no sign but I know it's yours."
"Then why?" you asked, your hands balled into a fist. 'Why would he do that?' you asked yourself. 'What did I ever do to him?'
He smirk turned into a sheepish smile and he turned away. "I saw you once, parking there. I saw you a few times. I thought you were cute, I wanted to get your attention."
"By parking in my space? That's a good way," you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
He chuckled. "I thought you'd confront me about it one day, if we ever got the chance to be here together at the same time. So far, this is the first time."
You stayed quiet.
He shrugged. "But I guess you think of me as an asshole, right?"
"No, of course not," you replied.
He smiled and turned back to you. "I'll make it up to you."
"Oh yeah?" you raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"Dinner tomorrow?"
You tilted your head. "Did I hear you correctly?"
"Depends on what you heard."
"That you wanna have dinner with me tomorrow?"
"Then you are correct," he affirmed, grinning. "If you'd like."
You liked this guy, physically, at least. You found him attractive and very easy to talk to.
So what if he would steal your parking space? ... actually, that still riled you up. But dinner with him to make things up for it, doesn't sound half bad.
"Okay," you said. "Sure. Why not?"
The grin hadn't left his face. "Great." And he proceeded to ask you which restaurant you'd like to eat in and what time.
"Let's make things casual for now," you said, a giggle erupting. "How's Burger King?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
You shrugged. "I like it there."
He laughed. "Okay, then
Burger King it is."
Once you've set the time, you climbed into your car and drive off.
Well, if being able to have a cute, casual dinner with a really cute guy, then hey. Why not, right?
But the you laughed. That parking space was still yours, though.
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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.12
a/n: it begins >:)
Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )
links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13
Time flew by so fast in this dimension. Now that you were well adjusted and loving the new life here, it had not dawned on you that 7 months had already passed. Things were moving smoothly and pleasantly.
“Here you go.” Akaashi handed you a snack bar. The two of you (well maybe three if Bokuto is included) were practically inseparable. The team had finally managed to pin the both of you down and confirm that you two were indeed dating. “Did you sleep well?”
Walking to school was still a thing both of you did. Except this time, fingers were intertwined and barely any distance between the both of you. The only time you two let go was when the school gates were near. Still, walking down the hallways, Akaashi made sure to always brush his fingers with yours.
“I did!” You pulled him in to kiss his cheek. The small smile he gave you still made your stomach butterflies flutter. “I did have a weird dream last night. You and Bokuto-san switched personalities. Seeing you do his ‘HEY HEY HEY’ was just so wrong on all levels.”
“Is there a quirk that can do that?”
At this point in time, you barely relied on your quirk. The feeling of accomplishing things without it’s aid was much more satisfying. Of course, Akaashi still reaped its healing benefits and took note of how his stamina had improved.
“High chances. If we can have a washing machine as a pro-hero, then there’s bound to be a quirk swapping quirk.”
“A washing machine?” He brushed his thumb on the corner of your lip to wipe off a crumb. “Even now, your world still surprises me.”
“It’s great if you hear it.” Leaning on his shoulder, you tightened your hold on his hand. “Living in it is a completely different story. It’s been, what, 7 months since I arrived here and I am more than content with not having to rely on my quirk.”
“What about your combat skills? Shouldn’t you still be sharpening them?”
“I wish I could.” That was true, though. “I’m pretty much useless at 30%. Even if I wanted to lift boulders or shit, I have to maintain at least 40%. The difference is small but the output is huge. I don’t get my quirk’s logic.”
“Well, it’s still early.” The gates were now in sight but he refused to let go of your hand. “I’m pretty sure you can work on your quirk. The others won’t arrive within 30 minutes.”
“It’s been 5 months and you’re still curious to see how I fight?” You giggled.
“Yes.” He nodded. “If my girlfriend trained to be a hero, I’d love to see how you move.”
“Well, you made that sound sexy~” You nudged his elbow. “Think we can have a little action before we head to the gym?”
“It’s 6:30am, (y/n). It’s too early for that.” He teased. Yet his steps were a little faster than before. “But, I guess I can’t oppose the idea.”
The next thing you knew, your back hit the wall as Akaashi hungrily kissed you. With your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers found themselves coming through his hair. Pinning you even more, Akaashi’s hand undid your ribbon and unbuttoned the first two. Letting go of your lips, he trailed kisses from your cheek down to the crook of your neck.
As he was softly sucking on your skin, you loosened his tie and undid the two buttons as well. Tugging his hair, you were face to face with him again. Lust filled eyes staring back into yours. Leaning in, you gently kissed his lips before returning the favor. Activating your quirk, Akaashi felt his feet leave the ground. Knowing what you were about to do, he could feel you turning the both of you around.
Skillfully placing the both of you on the floor, Akaashi leaned on the wall as his hands began to roam higher and higher up your skirt. Having you straddle him this early in the morning was rather pleasant in all aspects. Tilting his head a bit, he gave you much easier access and felt you sucking on his skin a little harsher this time.
“Make sure it’s hidden under the collar.” He managed to whisper. Hickeys were a common thing to have both your bodies. He smirked at how your only response was a nod.
Caressing your cheek, he admired the way your face glowed even more. Pulling you in softly for another kiss, he felt his stomach fluttering when you smiled.
“We should probably head to the lockers now.”
“Fine.”
“We can continue this in my room later.” He whispered before kissing you deeply.
“Counting the hours~”
Moments later, you were now pumping air into some volleyballs. Morning practice for today would only take an hour so there was plenty of time to freshen up before the homeroom. Now that the gym was packed with your boys, you rolled out the volleyball cart and positioned it beside the net.
Everyone was now used to having you as a ball girl. In fact, some of them even tried to challenge you by purposely hitting the ball too hard or too low. With your hero training, it was nothing but a walk in the park. You did notice, however, that your body began to sweat a bit more. The after effects of not using your quirk for a long time was showing.
Nothing bad happens, though. Just panting and sweating.
“Aghkaashe!” Bokuto yelled. “Can you and (y/n)-chan help with my math later?”
“I don’t mind. What about you, (y/n)?”
“Sure thing~” You approached your two favorite boys. “Bokuto-senpai, how well did you do on your previous quiz?”
The captain’s golden eyes sparkled.
“HAHAHA! Thanks to you both, I managed to get a 32/50! Whatdya think?!” He punched the air and grinned widely. When the both of you applauded he began to jump up and down while shouting his trademark.
“Calm down, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi tried to stop him from jumping up and down. His friend obeyed and gave a cheeky thumbs up.
“God, I love you both so much~” You giggled at their exchange.
“But you love Ahkaashi more, don’t you (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto added as he shouldered Akaashi. This time, his deadpan face was holding a soft smile.
“Of course!”
When Konoha’s alarm sounded, each of you began to clean up and prepare for the rest of the day. With how often you did it, it had now become second nature to you. Yukie and Kaori even admitted that you adapted much faster than they had anticipated. Once all of you were now freshened up, the gym was locked once more and each player looked forward for the after school practice.
“Exams are approaching.” Akaashi said as he let you step into the classroom first. “Have you prepared your notes?”
“I did. But, you do remember that the subjects you have here are way too easy for me, right?” Placing your bag on your desk, you took a seat and faced Akaashi. “Shall we study in your room or mine?”
“we can take turns.” Now that he was seated, he fished out one of his notebooks and placed it on his desk. Not that it was needed, it merely became one of his habits. Watching as you dragged your chair closer to him, he offered you a pen and flipped the notebook open.
“So, what do you want me to draw?” This had become one of your recent traditions. Before the start of homeroom, Akaashi noticed how you liked to doodle on his notebooks. Deciding that a special one was needed, he took the liberty of buying a blank journal for you to fill with whatever it is you saw fit.
“Hmm, I recall you saying that you designed your own hero costume.” He saw how your eyes lit up. “May i see what it looked like?”
Starting the sketch, you began to draw a figure and dressed it with your costume.
“So, my costume isn’t flashy unlike the others.” You explained. “A quirk like mine doesn’t really need a lot of support items so I went with mobility and comfort. I decided that simplicity was key. Just the normal jacket, shirt, pants, and boots. The only support item I had were my gloves.”
Sketching your gloves, Akaashi couldn’t help but adore just how focused you were. Tucking in a loose strand of hair, he felt the butterflies in his stomach churning once again as the corners of your mouth formed a smile and your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink.
“What do your gloves do?” They looked like standard fingerless gloves.
“The material was specifically designed to aid in manipulating my quirk. It concentrates the energy I release and wraps around my hand. Sorta like a human torch~” It was a bit difficult to explain how it worked knowing you didn’t listen to the man who gave you the item. As long as it aided you, it was fine.
“What were Todoroki-kun’s support items?”
“Shoto’s support items were mostly temperature regulators. Wristbands and a big one he wears like a backpack to help even him out.” You drew his support items rather well.
“Can you try to sketch Todorki-kun’s face?” Letting you draw your friends was something he wasn’t so comfortable with. Not for that reason of course. He merely assumed that it would be a sensitive topic knowing the circumstances of how you arrived in his world. When you giggled, he tilted his head.
“About time you asked~” Beginning to draw your childhood friend, you continued. “I honestly wouldn’t mind drawing my friends for you, ya know? There’s no way I can introduce you to them so sketching them would be the best alternative.”
“I’m sorry.” He held on to your free hand. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfy.”
“You never make me uncomfy. Keiji~”
It was a quick sketch of half and half but a good one. He squinted his eye when he took note of the scar. He had heard of Tokoyami and Mina, but this one merely showed a boy about his age with a nasty burn on his face.
“Shoto’s got one helluva back story.” Your thumb began to brush Akaashi’s knuckles. “That scar was given to him by his mum when he was around 5 or 6 years old. It’s sad but he grew to accept it and is now healing.”
“You were engaged before, right?”
“For a while, yeah.” You handed him back the pen and closed the sketchpad. The bell had now rung and right on time, the teacher entered the room. Just as she was relaying a message, you were rummaging in your bag for a notebook.
“Please introduce yourselves~” The teacher said.
“Bakugo Katsuki”
“Midoriya Izuku.”
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a/n: sooo... what yall gonna do now? :’)
#akaashi x reader#akaashi keiji x reader#akaashi haikyuu#akaashi keiji#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x bnha
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