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Genshin Men in Bed (NSFW)(afab!reader)
What the men of Genshin would be like during sex~
Characters: Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Zhongli
*CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT 18+*
1.8k words
Alhaitham
♡Behind closed doors, this man will use you until you break
♡He loves you very dearly but you have given yourself to him and he will take advantage of that
♡ Tieing you up so that your arms and legs are restrained just so he can toy with your body for hours
♡ He starts with his hands touching and grabbing every part of you avoiding the heat that is growing in between your legs
♡ Teasing you until you are begging for him
♡ Alhaitham drinks in the image of you completely powerless underneath him, begging for his mercy
♡ Slowly he brings his hand to where you need it and slowly beings to play with you
♡ Eye contact is big for him, he is very observant and wants to study the look in your eyes as you feel him enter inside you
♡ He will not let you cum unless you are looking into his eyes
♡ He likes it rough, leaving marks and bruises along your body
♡ They serve as reminders that you belong to him
♡ Big fan of having mirrors in the bedroom so you can make you watch as he fucks you
♡ Will pull your head back to make eye contact with him in the mirror
♡ “Look at what a mess you are for me”
♡ You get so flustered and embarrassed it's such a turn-on for him
♡ He loves to whisper things into your ear whether it is in public or in your home the blush that forms on your cheeks sends him into a frenzy
♡ Every reaction he has is calculated and planned, seeing you react so organically is intriguing
♡ He tests you to see your reactions, the gasp when he grabs you from behind, the look in your eyes as he places his hand around your neck, how you lay there intoxicated by pleasure after being played with for hours
Arataki Itto
♡ This man is very eager to please, wanting to make sure you are satisfied at all times
♡ He is a giant puppy ready to do whatever you tell him
♡ Arataki doesn’t have a preference for who’s in charge
♡ Having you on top of him, your hand on his throat as you ride him
♡ Watching as he struggles to still his hips from thrusting up into you
♡ Hearing him beg you to let him fuck you and making him wait as you slowly roll your hips on top of his
♡ The whines he lets out are music to your ears
♡ When you do let him be in charge he will make sure you have trouble walking the next day
♡ Not even bothering to flip you over he simply lifts you up and thrusts up into you
♡ His strength keeps you stable on your knees as he chases his high
♡ Absolutely loves to go down on you
♡ Gets drunk on having you in his mouth
♡ Addicted to the way you taste, the way to say his name, the feeling of your fingers in his hair
♡ He loves having your juices all over his face making him a glistening mess
♡ Gets turned on when you start to buck your hips against him, using him to get yourself off
♡ He gets off to the thought of you using him for your own pleasure
♡ You make him watch as you grind on his thigh not letting him touch you
♡ His length growing hard as he watches your face contort in pleasure
♡ Just wants you to tell him he’s a good boy
♡ He is so eager to fuck you and make you proud of him
Neuvillette
♡ He wants to have control in the relationship
♡ Neuvillette wants to keep his work and his personal life separate and does his best to limit how often you visit him at work
♡ He becomes suspicious when you arrive in his office as he has told you coming here was for emergencies only
♡ You tell him that you were lonely and missed him and just wanted to be in his company
♡ All protests he held were dropped when you gave him a pleading look slightly tilting your head
♡ Doing his best to ignore you he goes back to his work as you wander around looking at the books and papers neatly placed around you
♡ You walk up behind him and start to massage his shoulders and he scolds you for distracting him
♡ Pouting at him and stating that you were just worried he was overworking himself, you go to turn away but he stops you grabbing your wrist and bringing you to sit on his lap
♡ With your back against his, Neuvillette takes your hips and moves your ass over his crotch making you feel his hardening length
♡ “If you act like a slut, you will be treated like one”
♡ He stands you up and bends you over his desk pulling your pants down and pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts
♡ He begins to thrust into you letting the stress of his work be lost in the sound of your hips meeting
♡ Grabbing at your chest he brings you to lean against him as he bites the skin of your neck
♡ Loves the pained moan you let out as his teeth sink into his skin
♡ After this, he begins to invite to his office more regularly
♡ Gets off on the idea of ravaging you on his desk
♡ Making a mess of something that is supposed to be so professional
Tartaglia
♡ Tartaglia loves to ruin you
♡ Make you beg for him, cry for him
♡ Having you under him unable to say anything besides his name
♡ Likes to see how many times he can make you cum before you give up
♡ Nothing is off limits with him but he heavily prefers to be the one in charge
♡ There’s just something about you being fucked stupid that draws him in
♡ Fantasies about what he wants to do with you every second he is away from you
♡ Very big on foreplay, wants to have you dripping before he fucks you
♡ He lays you on the bed with his thumb circling your clit as he kisses down your neck
♡ Such a sweet start to a night filled with his using your body until he is satisfied
♡ He can last for hours having you on his cock not letting up in pace as you writhe beneath him
♡ Messes turn him on
♡ If your mascara started to run while you were gagging on his cock or if your hair really got messed up after fucking you this man would lose all senses
♡ It awakens a primal urge in him
♡ Loves to coat you in his cum
♡ On your face, your chest, your ass, your stomach
♡ Cream pies
♡ Seeing his cum dripping out of you fuels the fire in his chest
♡ He sees it dripping out and uses his fingers to fuck it back into you
♡ “That’s it take it like a good girl”
♡ Having you cum while his cum is inside of you is a wet dream come true for him
♡ Imaging you carrying his child making a family of your own
♡ Completely understands if you do not want children
♡ But would fuck you like he wanted to fill you every time
Wriothesley
♡ It goes without saying that you will be wearing his handcuffs at some point
♡ He likes to have them on you as he fucks you from behind holding onto them and using them to move your body with him
♡ Loves to have them on you when he eats you out, knowing that you are somewhat restricted as he sucks on your clit is a turn-on for him
♡ Into roleplaying, you being a criminal who has done some pretty bad things and Wriothesley being… himself… and punishing you by fucking you over his desk
♡ Much like Neuvillette, is turned on by the idea of ruining something that is supposed to be professional
♡ You have stopped wearing underwear when you go to visit him at work because you will be sitting on his desk with his face between your thighs within the first 10 minutes of being there
♡ Sometimes when he really has to get things done he will have you cockwarm him
♡ Simply sitting on his lap with his cock inside of you as he does his work, scolding you if you try to move your hips
♡ If you behave yourself he will reward you by letting you ride him during a break
♡ He loves to watch you get off on his cock, his gaze falling to where your bodies meet, seeing his cock be enveloped by your tight walls
♡ At home he likes to take his time with you, sex being a lot more caring and slow
♡ Likes to fall asleep after fucking you with his cock still in you
♡ He craves physical touch, so much of his life is violence that the loving touches he shares with you mean a lot to him
♡ Having you constantly on him is addicting to him
Zhongli
♡ Loves to tease you
♡ He finds you cooking in the kitchen and comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist
♡ You think he is being cute until you feel his hand at the waistband of your shorts
♡ You freeze waiting for his next move
♡ “Don’t stop my love, pretend I am not here”
♡ As you go back to your dish his hand dips down to between your legs
♡ Slowly he begins to play with your clit as he places soft kisses along your neck and shoulder
♡ You keep your focus as you add in ingredients trying your best to ignore his actions but the heat between your legs is growing and he feels it
♡ He slips two fingers inside of you with ease taking pride in the gasp you let out as he curls his finger to rub against your g spot
♡ Zhongli begins a brutal pace watching as your knuckles turn white around the spoon
♡ It takes everything in you to stir everything together but when he brings his hand to play with your nipple you can't help but drop the spoon and throw your head back to his chest giving in to the pleasure
♡ He laughs as he reaches in front of you to turn off the flame and then sits you up on the counter
♡ Bringing your legs to wrap around him he lines himself up with your entrance
♡ “You couldn’t handle it? Hmm I suppose you don't get to cum then, pity”
♡ He brings you right to the edge and stops
♡ Seeing the look on your face as you try to move your hips against his brings his satisfaction
♡ Simply placing a kiss on your lips as he pulls out of you and fixes his clothing
♡ Leaving you to finish what you were doing
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Through The Door:
Captain Price x F Reader (18+) 🔥
Word Count: 2.2K
Summary: Ghost doesn't trust you and when he hears you and Captain Price fighting in his office he stops to listen. But he hears and sees more than he ever expected.
It’s been ten days of this. Ten days of watching, following, and listening. And somehow it still hadn’t been enough time. Ghost still hadn’t caught you. But he knew he would. He just had to remain patient. He’d keep watching. You’d slip up eventually. He was sure of it.
Even if you did have everyone else fooled.
In just ten days, you had already made fast friends with Johnny. The two of you were always laughing and telling one another stupid jokes and stories.
The last thing you’d carried on about was music. You preferred old-school rock and roll. The Stones, The Who, The Beatles. But you liked classical too. You made fun of Soap for his favorite genre, cheery electropop. You called it music for “love-sick teenage girls” and teased him endlessly. He called you “a walking iPod shuffle” and said you were confused about your own taste. You playfully punched Johnny in the arm before you both laughed like hyenas.
It was like you were siblings, the way you constantly bantered and bickered. It set Ghost on edge. You both were so comfortable around each other. It was so familiar, so natural… It wasn’t right.
And Gaz, he wasn’t any better. You had asked him for additional training and on most days, Ghost found you two at the shooting range long after the recruits had left for dinner. At first, your conversations were shallow. In between firing rounds of high-caliber ammunition, you asked him about his life on base and how long he’d known Soap and Price. But the conversations eventually grew longer. And they grew deeper. Gaz told you about his family, his hometown, and his childhood. You told him about how difficult it was to leave the States and move to the UK on your own.
Ghost could tell that as the days were passing and as your conversations were growing more meaningful, the two of you were starting to trust one another more. And that frustrated him. Why couldn’t Gaz see what he saw in you?
He wondered if your skills were what threw the others off.
Ghost couldn’t deny that you were better than most of the other recruits. You were a natural at the shooting range. You picked up on techniques quickly and put them into practice almost flawlessly. And even though you pretended to be intimidated by it in the beginning you were especially good with a sniper rifle. You always asked the right questions about the winds, the terrain, and any potential bullet drop. And while Ghost found that suspicious, Gaz seemed to be amazed by it. Proud even. He joked with you about how quickly you could do math in your head and how that would come in handy if you were ever posted up in a sniper’s nest someday.
“Over my dead body,” Ghost had mumbled to himself as he watched you both from the shadows.
But you weren’t perfect. When Ghost did pull himself out of the base’s dark corners and did talk with you, you were always nervous. You spoke at breakneck speeds. Your sentences mushed together, like a quickly moving mudslide, totally out of control and unpredictable. You struggled to look him in the eyes. You fidgeted, stared at your shoes, and gave him any excuse you could to get away.
“Sorry can’t chat, Johnny wants to train in the gym.”
“I think I just heard Gaz call my name.”
“Gotta go. Price needs me.”
And Price… you definitely had that man wrapped around your little finger. Or at least Ghost thought you did until one night when he heard you two fighting inside the Captain’s office.
“Price, why won’t you tell me what you and Laswell are planning for the raid?”
Your words had stopped Ghost in his tracks. He glanced down the empty hall to make sure no one was around before sinking to his knees and pressing his ear to the door of Price’s office.
“Come on, love we’ve been over this,” he heard the Captain answer.
“But I can help!”
Your voice was pleading. You were practically begging Price. But why did you care so much Ghost wondered?
“I want you to focus on training. You asked me to teach you to fight remember?”
“I know… but you also promised to let me take some of the weight off your shoulders too.”
“You’re too smart, you know that.”
“Price…” you whined the Captain’s name and Ghost rolled his eyes. He imagined that on the other side of the door, you were probably looking up at Price with doe eyes. Needy and wanton. God… you probably were pouting your lips too.
He could only hope that Price would see through you.
“I want you to be as prepared as you can be before then. I can handle this, I promise ya I’m fine. We’ve got more resources and men now. It’s not like before. We aren’t alone anymore. Ya trust me don’t you?”
Good man, Ghost thought to himself. Don’t give in to her so easily. As long as Price continued to keep his cards close to his chest maybe they’d all get through this in one piece.
“But what if he’s there? What if he has my briefcase there and he’s figured out how to use it? He’ll see you coming. Price what if this is a setup?” You were doing that thing where you spoke 100 miles an hour again, your words sloshing and sliding into one another.
“Laswell’s been surveilling the area. He hasn’t been there. Your briefcase isn’t there.”
“Price but what if-”
“Shhh. It’s okay. Come here, love.”
Ghost heard the sound of a chair scrape and footsteps shuffle away from the door. He knew you were walking over to Price. He could practically see you standing in front of him in his mind.
Then you sighed.
“I’m tired, Price.” Your voice was softer. Ghost could barely hear you now. He tried to press even closer to the door. The metal was cold against his ear. “I know I asked for this… learning how to fight. But it’s harder than I thought it would be and…”
You stopped.
“Go on. Say it.”
“Your Lieutenant…”
Shit. Your voice was muffled.
Shit. He needed to hear this.
Ghost slowly reached for the door handle and carefully, he turned the knob. The door opened the smallest crack. He peered inside.
You were sitting across the room, straddled on Price’s lap. Your head was buried against his chest. The Captain’s hands rubbed against the back of your t-shirt in lazy circles.
“Ghost? What about him, sweetheart?”
At the sound of Price’s voice, you pulled your head from his chest.
“He hates me.”
Price stilled and his jaw clenched. Neither of you spoke. Ghost held his breath before looking to his left and right. Thankfully, the coast was still clear.
“He doesn’t trust you,” Price eventually said, breaking through the silence.
“That’s the same thing.”
“It’s not.”
You sighed loudly and moved to stand, but Price reached up and quickly pulled you back toward him by your hips.
“Don’t leave,” Price said, his voice low and firm. “I trust you.”
“Then why doesn’t he?”
Because I know there’s something else going on with you, Ghost thought to himself. Because I know there’s a secret you’re hiding.
“Because he doesn’t know you like I do.” Price replied, his hand moving up your spine to hold the back of your head. “He doesn’t know how smart you are. That you can build something from nothing. He doesn’t know that you’re a fighter, that you’ve been dealt a shite hand in life but you’ve always soldiered on.”
Price leaned forward and kissed you.
Ghost looked down at the floor. He should leave, he thought. He should go back to the barracks and sit behind his computer and look for dirt on you that way. It would be less awkward. He’d feel less strange.
But Ghost didn’t move. He couldn’t.
What if this was the moment you finally slipped? What if you said something? He needed to be more patient. He’d stay a little longer. If only for Gaz, for Johnny. If they got hurt because he missed something he’d never forgive himself.
He watched as Price leaned back, pulling away from your lips. A smile sprawled across his face.
“He doesn’t know how sweet you taste either, sweetheart.”
You laughed, running your own hands through Price’s short hair as the Captain dove into your neck.
“I mean it, love. If any of those boys got to taste you like I do, if they got to feel you like I do…” Price pulled back from your neck and looked you in the eye. “If they got to fuck you like I do… none of them would ever distrust you.”
“Price, that isn’t really reassuring. You’re just saying you trust me because we’ve fucked.”
Ghost’s grip tightened against the door knob. Was that what Price was saying? Was that really all you were to him? A plaything?
He opened the door another inch. He needed to see your face better. He had to know what this was between you and his Captain.
“Remember the first day I brought you here? And I took you to my room. And I showed you all my scars. Do you remember?”
Ghost watched as Price tugged on your hair. Your head tilted back toward the ceiling and the captain dove into your neck again, kissing you just below your ear.
“Yes,” you answered with heavily weighted breath.
“And do you remember how you kissed me? How you teased me before you slid your sweet little tongue into my mouth? Do you remember?”
“Mhmm,” you hummed in affirmation.
“And do you remember how good it felt when my tongue was in between your legs? How it felt when my beard brushed against your thighs.”
Ghost felt his face grow hot. The scene in front of him made him feel like an intruder, a dirty and unwelcome voyeur. He knew he should leave.
But he couldn't make himself move.
He needed the truth.
He watched as one of Price’s hands left your hair and trailed slowly down your body. His fingers moved from your collarbone. Lower. Grazing your breast. Lower. Lingering over your stomach… Lower.
“Yesssss,” you whined as Price’s hand slid underneath the waistband of your pants and disappeared from Ghost’s view.
“And do you remember how hard you made me? Just by tasting you? Tell me you remember.”
You whimpered. It was a sound Ghost had never heard from you. Sweet. High-pitched. Soft.
Price’s shoulder moved up and down. His hand still plunged between your legs.
Ghost swallowed against a lump in his throat.
“I- fuckkkk,” you bucked your hips toward Price, “I remember.”
“And tell me you remember how I fucked you. When I first pushed inside you… how was it? Do you remember was I fast, like this?”
Ghost watched as Price moved his hand quicker. In and out. His right shoulder rose. Up and down. Faster, faster, and faster.
You yelped. The noise was loud and short. Your hands left Price’s hair and dug into his shoulders. You were clawing into him desperately. Falling apart with every second, every movement.
“No… no you weren’t fast,” your voice wavered as you answered.
“Good. Good girl. You remembered. Yeah, I was slow, just like this. Wasn’t I?” Price eased his pace, slowing down the movement of his hand buried in your pants.
“Yes… just like that,” you moaned as your eyes rolled back. You were lifting your hips up and down on Price’s lap now. Matching his pace.
Ghost shifted on his knees. His hand tightened against the doorknob as he continued to watch you both from the dimly lit hall.
“Has anyone else ever made you feel like that before, sweetheart? Has anyone ever made you feel that good?” Price asked as his voice dropped lower. He was practically growling at you.
And you…your face turned pink. Your lips parted. Your eyes closed. And your breathing… it became sporadic. Each inhale became a gasp. Each exhale became more desperate than the last.
This was wrong. Ghost shouldn’t be watching this. This wasn’t his intention. He never meant to see this. His eyes fell to the ground. But still, he stayed. He listened.
“No,” you moaned.
“That’s right. And no one has ever made me feel as good as you did either. You felt so good, love. So fucking good. And you want to know why I trust you?”
Ghost eyes snapped back to the two of you. This was the answer he needed.
“Mmmm tell me...” you gasped. The Captain picked up his pace, his hand delving between your legs with greater force. God the sounds your body was making. They were so loud. “Please tell me, Price.”
“It’s because I love you, beautiful. I’m so in love with you. You’re so perfect. I trust you with my life because I love you. I want to fuck you like that all the time… because I love you. If anyone got to love you like I love you they would trust you. Forever. Always.”
Ghost heard enough. He quietly backed away and gently closed the door.
He had found a truth today. Even if it wasn’t his place to hear it.
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Awkward|| L.M
Note: hi guys, this is actually a music series (more info linked) bonus. I usually write multiple versions of a smut per song and choose which one fits the vibe the most. this one was actually supposed to be for SYNERGY (linked), but I reworked it and made it better for "Awkward". I haven't been here for a while and decided that I'm the kind of writer that likes to pop in randomly lol. I'm thinking about turning this into a mini-series separate from the music series. After you read this, please follow the link at the end and vote on the pole if you think this would be a good mini-series!
ps. word count of 4,783... get a snack.
Disclaimer: I have decided not to no longer put any tags in my works to avoid unneeded spoilers. I will only warn when there are extremely triggering aspects in my work. Read at your own discretion.
Synopsis: You've been single for years, it's sad really. coming up with excuse after excuse as to why you should be okay. Then society introduced the appearance of 'soulmates', and somehow everything got worse. But then there's your boss, what should you do with him...
this is a mature work of fiction (18+), this does not represent any real-life figures, this is just for entertainment.
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You tilted your head back, gulping down the rich red wine as the brisk night air glided across your naked arms.
What was love? It was stupid, at least that’s what you always told yourself. Love is dumb, for the weak; and you weren’t weak. You wished you believed your thoughts, but you couldn’t help but crave love. What it felt like, sounded like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like.
Jealousy was a disease and you hated to admit that you were practically hospitalized and in a coma from said disease.
However, solidarity was alright sometimes. It was rewarding, no arguments, no having to worry what your partner was up to if they were taking care of themselves properly. You only had to worry about yourself… is it bad that was your biggest con to single life? Only having to worry about yourself.
You told yourself this for years. That was until early last year, when the CDC came out with a new phenomenon. They called it, soulmates. You thought it was corny. You watched as scientists explained the symptoms, and how it starts. How it feels, how you can differentiate your feelings blah blah blah, it was bullshit in your eyes. But not many felt the same.
The day after the news of soulmates reached the public, your office became littered with pairings. Mia from accounting and Felix in your branding apartment paired up instantly. Everyone saw that one coming. They were frauds, had to be, the CDC said their research is still new, meaning they’ll need long-term volunteers that they’ll compensate. That's when fake soulmates started appearing. You called bullshit when the news stated authentic soulmates are now being deemed rare. The CDC just wanted to cover its tracks, hiding another economic decline. Soulmates weren’t real.
Your loneliness grew worse because of your slight rebellion. You didn’t put yourself out there, scared someone would falsely claim you as a soulmate. It’s nights like this where you want to let yourself fall in line. Here you are, alone at the Valentine’s Day company party for another year, this time due to self-sabotage. You already hated this holiday, but of course, science had to make it worse. On the balcony sipping expensive wine your boss bought for everyone, you tried your best to drown out the jazz music and giggles as coworkers showed off their engagement rings.
Minho watched you through the glass door of the balcony with hesitancy. He tuned out the conversation he was dragged into. “Mr. Lee, what are your opinions on soulmates.” He looked at the second department secretary, taking in her inquiry, “I’m not quite sure.” He was telling the truth, he didn’t think much of it, if it was true great, if it wasn’t, it didn’t really affect him in any way, probably just another pity thing. The marriage statistic was getting low, he read it in a paper. Minho took one more sip from his whiskey glass before setting it down and excusing himself.
Everyone in the office knew that Minho, the COO of this company, took a liking to you; everyone was jealous in fact. The kind, extroverted, unmarried, painfully attractive man… liked you. The seemingly cold, work-a-holic, introvert of a woman. He’s liked you since before the news came forth with their studies, yet you were oblivious. Your self-esteem is so low that you wouldn’t dare to even think a man like Minho would see you in such a way, not when people are trying to claim the bachelor every day.
You looked over your shoulder as the balcony door opened. You smiled politely, “Mr. Lee, how are you?” You asked gently. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your voice, not even trying to hide the shivers that trailed down his spine at your tempt voice. “I’m doing well, but I couldn’t help but feel bothered when I saw you out here alone. Are you not cold, Ms. L/n?” You watched as he made his way next to you, leaning against the metal railing. He gazed at the city skyline, awaiting your answer.
You took another sip of wine. “It’s a bit chilly, but I can manage.” Short and simple, polite. That’s all Minho got from you. He's never wanted a person to rant to him for hours so badly, but that would be seen as unprofessional. He clears his throat, standing up straight. “Are you not having fun?” He asked. Maybe it was the wine that compelled you to answer him differently than you normally would. “To be honest, Mr. Lee,” He raised his brows, turning to you fully. “What is it?” You let yourself answer. “I don’t really favor office parties.” You chuckled before downing the last bit of your wine.
Minho frowned before biting his lip. “I hope it’s okay that I call you by your name,” He started, “Sure.” He gulped dryly before giving you an offer. “Would you like to get out of here, y/n?” You finally faced him, brows furrowed as your eyes lingered across his figure, taking him in.
White button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black slacks, dark auburn hair fallen into his eyes, the eyes that were surveying you softly. It would be strange, to ride off into the night with your boss on the night the company is rumored to rename the festive party ‘soulmates night'. But you’ve had about 3 full glasses of wine, and you’re bored plus inquisitive.
“Where would we be going?”, he smiles.
After bidding an awkward goodbye to your coworkers, and avoiding questioning looks about the two of you leaving together; you finally made it to Minho’s car.
“Wanna catch a late movie?” Your head tilted in question, he drove out of the parking lot the humming of the engine fills the silence. Smirking to yourself in disbelief, you agreed.
The ride was filled with conversation, the longest non-work related conversation you’ve had with this man. He spoke of everything you didn’t think he’d speak of. How he missed home, how living in a bustling city was fun, but the sound of waves beat the sound of honking horns. You couldn’t help but ask him questions, you didn’t care if they were the right questions. You were comfortable, too comfortable. Was it the wine you downed? Maybe the grand looking air freshener in his car. It hurts your pride to admit that it might just be him. He smelled nice and spoke to you gently in that voice he would use to remind you of your lunch hour.
You took in a breath as his hands on the steering wheel came into view, “Oh sweet jesus”. You pressed yourself into the black leather seat. It’s the wine, it has to be the wine. Minho turned to you as he finished parking, “You ready?”
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No one was there in the theater, no one but the two of you. You couldn’t focus on the movie, all you could focus on was how you were alone with Minho, completely alone with him.
You were zoned out until you were pulled back to reality. “Are you enjoying the movie?” He whispered, not looking in your direction, his eyes glued to the projected screen. You couldn’t help but ask bluntly, “What are we doing?”
Minho looked at you, you felt his gaze so you looked back. “Mr. Lee, it’s soulmates night.” He frowned, chewing on his popcorn. His heartbeat quickened, were you implying something?
It was dark, but you could see him like there was the light of a halo above him. “What do you wish we were doing, Y/n?” Why did he ask you that? Why did he ask like he wanted to fulfill a wish?
You looked away, parted lips and furrowed eyebrows. He couldn’t see your face properly, he took your silence as rejection, and maybe he read you wrong. “I don’t mean to upset you, I apologize. Let’s finish the movie, then I’ll take you home?” You didn’t want to finish the movie, you weren’t even watching the boring movie.
Your heart was pounding, was this what proper desire felt like? It felt different from your crush on the Grey’s Anatomy guy. Was this what being wanted felt like? But he’s your boss… You felt a surge of warmth, a shallow buzzing feeling accumulated in your fingertips, must be excitement. Your conscious almost coming alive, fuck it, give in. You did just that.
Biting your lip you breathed in deep, “I don’t want to continue the movie.” You stated in a whisper. You couldn’t see it clearly, but Minho grew worried, worried he scared you off completely.
“Oh- would you like to, would you like for me to take you home now, Miss. L/n?” He didn’t want to use your first name, afraid of abusing his power. It made you flinch, “I thought you said… you were gonna use my name from now on?” You whispered. Finding his eyes in the slim light provided by the screen.
He licked his lips, although it was out of his nervousness, the action made you gulp. “My apologies, Y/n.” you weren’t aware of it yet, but you held all the power at this given moment. He’d do anything you told him to with no question.
“I do want to get out of here, but I don’t want to go home Mr. Lee.” You said, standing up, and grabbing your purse. Minho stood up as well, eyes never leaving your form as he studied you for unspoken answers.
“I would like to see where my boss lives, I’ve always been curious.” your lashes fluttering, as you peered up at him with a quick pulse and sweaty palms. What if you read him wrong, what if he dismissed you and fired you on the spot? What if this whole ordeal was just because he pitied you for being single for every Valentine’s Day party?
“Well, I should let you overcome your curiosity, shouldn’t I Y/n?” He said with amusement. “After you.” He moved out of the way, letting you lead the way out of the theater.
You continuously asked yourself what you were doing on the drive to his house. Well, you knew what you were doing. You were lonely, and tired of it, taking up a messy offer that could end up in you getting scammed by this man. You’ll apologize in the mirror later. Hitting rock bottom was something you would worry about tomorrow. Your hazy mind only lets you think about his veiny hand gripping the gear shift.
What would happen if you took it upon yourself to place him where you wanted him?
Working up the courage, you sucked in a breath before allowing your fingers to trace his cufflinks, trailing your fingers around his wrist. His fastened pulse boosted your ego, looking to see his reaction. Minho remained focused on the road, with no intention of stopping you as he blinked and took more deep breaths than a calm human would.
You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you brought his hand to the warm flesh of your warm thigh, just under the hem of your black tweed skirt. Your blood pumped at the thought of how he’s letting you have your way. He wanted this too, to touch you. His hand was warm, and comforting. You liked how pretty it was on your skin, admiring the visual as your nails traced his veins.
Minho didn’t mean to squeeze, he did it subconsciously. He didn’t realize he did it until you gasped shallowly, clenching your thighs around his hand and looking up at him with the lowest gaze he’s ever seen from you.
“Sorry.” He muttered, rubbing his hand along the inside of your thigh in an attempt to soothe, not wanting to get you too worked up just yet. But his touch had the opposite effect. You didn’t want to wait anymore. It was known that Minho’s house was in the rich part of the city, all the way across town. Even Though it was a mere 30 minute drive, the distance felt like an eternity.
“Minho,” Minho gulped dryly. Your deep tone sent shock waves through his body, he enjoyed how his name dripped off your tongue. “Yes, Y/n?” His voice remained steady, not wanting to ruin something that could get so good. “I want you to pull into the park, I wanna watch the sky with you.” You whispered. Minho’s heart grew soft as you continued to trance his veins. He nodded silently, ready to take every command you asked of him.
You watched as he parked, the view of the city was beautiful, but that wasn’t your focus as of now.
There was a silence, loud, swallowing the city sounds in the distance. Your body shifted, rotating towards him. Minho turned to you, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly as he took in the view of you. “Kiss me,” Yes you were being blunt, and bold, but you didn’t care. Who cares?
You grinned as Minho pulled you on his lap, his strength not surprising you; considering how his arms looked way too confined in every dress shirt he owned. Your eyes shut as his lips collide with yours. Soft, buttery, warm, so so warm, and buzzing… your lips were buzzing. The feeling of him was clouding your judgment. Minho’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper. Pulling back slightly, he watched as you followed him. Minho smiled, softly chuckling. You opened your heavy lids, growing shy to see his gaze. Your lips parted as he pushed you even closer, rubbing against the growing tent in his slacks, you jolted as your core began to buzz as well. Your lips molded with his once more, and the sounds of what you presumed to be fireworks sounded in the distance.
His breathing was heavy as you disconnected to catch your breath. Minho’s hands tilted your head to the side slightly, breathing you in softly, lips grazing your skin as you shuttered, your fingers gripping his sleeve. He licked his lips before kissing your collarbone, traveling up your neck, absorbing every gasp you let out.
You feel his hand slide to the back of your head, angling your face down so his eyes can meet yours as he lays his forehead on yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, y/n.” Your heart panged, searching his eyes for truth. He wanted you, Minho, your boss, wanted you.
Your hands traced his bottom lip, and you blinked softly, “Take care of me then, yeah?” You whispered. He smiled gently, gripping your jaw and pulling you back.
The both of you suck in a breath as Minho presses his lips to yours once more, his hand pushing your head impossibly closer. He wanted to feel you, meet with you in ways he’d only imagined. You were letting him give you what he thought was impossible for him. Truthfully, he would’ve liked to ask you out on a proper date. But this would suffice if it was what you wanted from him.
The two of you kissed for a while, gradually feeling and touching each other. Feeling what was never seen. Your body grew warmer, the buzzing centered to your stomach as you bunched up his shirt, wanting to feel his skin bare against yours. “Minho,” It didn’t mean to sound like a plea, “What is it? What do you want me to do?” His voice was breathy, low, needy, and ready to please. You couldn’t get enough. “Off.” You tugged at his collar. Barely even a second later, he began to unbutton his shirt. You wasted no time placing your hands on his sculpted chest once exposed, gulping as you stared at his skin. Absentmindedly gliding your manicured fingers across him.
Minho watched your every move, whimpering as your fingertips flicked his nipples. Your nails left gentle scratches, he licked his lips at the sight. He can’t recall ever wanting someone so badly, to the point he was painfully hard, closing his eyes and throwing his head back at the slightest touches you granted him.
You wanted his reaction intensively, feeling his twitching member under you as you pinched and rubbed his nipples. His chest rose and fell at a somewhat hurried pace, the tips of his ears grew red, and so did his lips as he couldn’t stop licking and biting at them. It’s not like the action helped keep him quiet. His heavy breathing began to get mixed in with soft whimpers.
You smiled, “Who knew you’d be so sensitive.” You mumbled. “Sorry… uhm. I’m not usually like this.” You grinned at his hushed awkwardness. “Trust me, I don’t mind.” You whispered back, your hands continued tracing the outline of him. One by one you left open kisses on his neck, traveling up behind his ear. You sucked at his warm skin, “I hope the secretary doesn’t see what I’m leaving on you Mr. Lee, I think she might have a crush on you.” You said playfully, smiling against his clammy skin, sucking another bruise. Minho’s hands travel to the bottom of your skirt in response, pulling the fabric to bunch at your waist. He squeezes at your thighs as you find the spot that meets his shoulder and neck, his breath shallows. His hips bucking as you suck and nip at the skin. You were hot to the touch, it heightened the feeling of you on him.
Minho isn’t sure how you got the one up on him, but he lets your hands wander to the buckle of his belt. He looks up at your face, your eyes full of determination as you swiftly take off his belt, unbuttoning his pants. He can’t help but smirk as he feels heat center in his stomach, “You’ve got me right where you want me y/n,” Your movements slow as you start to push his pants down to his ankles, “You’re the only one who’s ever gotten me like this.” Minho watches you bite your lip as he feeds into your ego. His eyes shoot down as you grasp his erection through his boxers. “Haven’t been this hard in so,” his voice shakes as your grip tightens “So long, fuck baby.” Your lips part at his words, looking up to see his head thrown back at the seat. You tap at his tip, the fabric starting to stick to his precum as you admire the bites you left on his skin.
“Minho,” You call out softly, he opens his eyes to see you staring at his member. The look in your eyes almost makes him ask if you want him to take over. Your eyes were glazed over, your lips pouty as you tug at his boxers, he smirks slightly. “I’ll get these out your way, sorry baby.” Your pussy clenched around nothing at the use of the pet name again, it feels so good to be called that, the buzzing shoots to your core before centering again. It almost felt like a boost of arousal, you were too enraptured by the man in front of you to care.
Your hands returned to his stiffened member as soon as it sprang free, you felt Minho tense at your touch. You looked up at him as you began to stroke him lightly. His eyes were hooded, he watched your hand quickly become slick with his arousal as you pumped at a careful pace. Minho licked his lips, noticing through his foggy mind how you still remained fully dressed. Your thighs only exposed because he decided to tease just once. Yes, his words earlier were to edge on your performance, but they were true. Minho has never been on the receiving end, he loved giving, if you told him to take over he’d do it gladly. More importantly, his need to please was strong, if pleasing you meant stepping back a bit he’s happy too. However, he didn’t anticipate his sensitivity to your touch. He hears himself whimper as your pumping speeds up, the rising heat traveling down to his member. He jolts as the pleasure intensifies. A hand hovers over your pumping one before holding himself back and placing it back on your thigh.
He’s starting to lose a battle, don’t cum, not yet, she’ll get bored soon and touch you somewhere else, don’t fucking cum. He chanted to himself, one of his hands moved to your ass, gripping as his other kept shelter on your thigh. You watched as he shut his eyes tight, his lips parting as he huffed out puffs of air. You smiled in triumph as he began to shake his head side to side, starting to lose his internal war, “B-baby… y/n, I’m gonna c-cum baby,” His voice was hoarse.
You tilted your head, sliding your pumping up to only his tip. His thighs jolted, his eyes opening as he started to look at you for pity. He only saw you looking at his dick dreamily, the heat in his stomach pulses. He swallows down his need to overcome you, opting to let himself relax.
Minho cursed, he groaned deeply, throwing his head back. His brain started to become unmanageably fuzzy.
“Y/n.” He whispered, licking his lips.
His smooth thighs flexed.“You’re so good baby,” Your lips parted at his soft whimper.
You grin, slowing down your pumping, giggling as he whimpered trying to fuck your palm the heat causing his tip to pulse. “You like me huh, Minho?” Your words were teasing. You were met with an eager nod. Cooing, you slipped off your underwear. You looked into his brown eyes, just when you thought he let himself surrender fully, he had some fight left in him.
He gripped your waist, biting his lip as he guided you over his throbbing member. You let him sink you down onto his warmth. You whimpered, Minho watched carefully, looking for signs of you needing him to take over. Only for him to get knocked down again, his brows furrowed as you brace a hand on his blushed chest, beginning to ride him. He stared at your clothed chest, your nipples hard enough for the outline to push past your bra and blouse. With heavy breaths his eyes traveled up your littered neck, finally landing on your blissed face. “Pretty,” He whispered, so soft you barely acknowledged it. His brain was swirling with only the image of you, the smell of you reminding him of a warm cabin.
You looked down at him, giggling at his starry eyes and beads of sweat, you were unaware of the state his mind was in. You were enthralled by the thought of him being so pliant. Never in a million years did you think your boss would be under you with a flushed face and a throbbing dick. You feel his dick pulse as he squeezes his eyes shut. Your hands make their way to his jaw, “Are you holding your cum from me, Mr. Lee?” His member throbs again. Your voice and playful words have him shaking his head, gripping your ass so hard you're sure there will be a mark, it stirs you on. “Want you to... To cu-cum first.” He whispered. Your walls flutter and tighten around him, Minho’s eyes snap open, lifting you off him, and you forget about his strength for just a moment.
You peered down to see his jumping member and quivering thighs, precum leaking and he tried to catch his breath. You didn’t let him, you swatted his hold away, ignoring his groan as you seethed him back into your warm hole. “Ah, fuck I can’t hold it, baby.” He rasped out, listening to how wet you were. You didn’t answer him, tuning out his winning, starting to chase your own high that's been building up while watching him. The buzzing started to spread. You gripped his shoulders, pushing yourself closer to him. Minho’s hand placed itself on your sweaty back, bracing himself. His other hand slid down to your thigh, grazing where he was buried into you. His grip tightened, spreading your slick puffy lips slightly. “Min, that's so good.” You whimpered. He hummed, burying his head into your neck. He shifted, widening his legs the best he could, and started to meet your thrusts.
Your mouth formed an O, tears forming in your eyes as he hit the gummy spot you never reached on your own. Before you knew it your body began to go numb from the pleasure, the buzzing reached every inch of you in what felt like a millisecond. Minho felt your muscles detense, he whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He chuckled tiredly at the sound of your babbling. You finally needed him, you were close and god knows he is too. He fucked into you like you’ve unlocked a different part of him.
“Gonna c-cum min.” You whimpered, “I know baby, I Know.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, feeling his self control finally coming to an end. He grunts, taking a hand and reaching between your radiating bodies. You moan so loud you're sure any late night hikers would be able to hear you. Your thighs shake as if it feels you’re physically experiencing the color red, the buzzing now being heard in your ears, distracting you from your release covering his thighs as yours shake. Minho grunts before he bites down on your shoulder, seeing sparks of deep green as he squeezes his eyes shut, spilling himself into you as he starts to hear crackles of fire.
When you close your eyes you're met with the visions of the man that’s under you. Images of his life, his milestones, you feel what he felt all in the blink of an eye. The images seize, and you’re yanked out of the dreamy state, catching your breath. You gulp, slowly facing him. His eyes meet yours, “Did you see that?” he whispered. You nodded, your fingertips still buzzing. “I-is this that soulmate thing?” his voice slightly above a murmur. Your body tensed, “What?” He looked into your eyes, he could almost feel your fear, “U-uh nothing.” He lifted you off him gently, ignoring what the sight of his release dripping from you did to him. Minho watched as you straightened yourself out in the passenger seat of his car. His eyes glanced at the foggy windows before returning to your now tense form.
Were you his… soulmate? He thought it was just a speculation that scientists made up to give the single population hope. He cleared his throat, putting his softening member back into his boxers, and lifting his pants up. “I’ll, uhm… I’ll drive you home.” Minho licks his lips nervously as he puts on his wrinkled button down. He looked at the time on his watch, 12:57am. He moves to turn on the engine.
“You believe them?” Minho glanced your way, taking in your question. “Do you believe what they say on the news?” He blinked, thinking of a proper answer as he started to drive out of the parking lot. “I mean,” He turned to enter the freeway. “If it’s on the news, there has to be some truth.” You took in his words, rolling down the window. “Y/n, the… symptoms that they described, that’s what just happened.” You frowned, looking out the window taking in his words. “I saw you, your middle school graduation,” you glower at him, his eyes were on the road, only glancing at you briefly. “I saw your first, and only relationship…” He paused, seeing your hands clasp together nervously out of the corner of his eye. He changed the topic, “When I… finished, I saw green, a forest green. And I heard fire, like a campfire.”
You gazed at his side profile. Without a word, you looked forward. You gave him the directions to your apartment.
As he pulled into your driveway, you grabbed your purse putting it on your shoulder. Minho said nothing when you opened the door as soon as he came to a stop, not even giving him a chance to put the car in park. You stepped out, your heels clacking on the pavement. You took in a deep breath before bending down, coming into his view again. You looked at his longing eyes, waiting for you to say anything to grant him peace of mind. “I’ll see you on Monday Mr. Lee.” With that, you closed his door. Gulping down anxiety as you steadily walk to the entrance of your apartment.
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your company christmas party is just as boring as you thought it would be. old christmas music, bland food, a very uneventful gift exchange, and now for the worst part.
small talk.
you’ve been staring at the ice left in the bottom of your plastic cup for what feels like an hour, while some of your co-workers drone on about different work related topics. they held the party after work, so you’re still in business casual when really all you want right now is to be in some sweats on the couch.
“man, this party sucks,” kuroo pulls up a folding chair next to you, slapping the brand new desk name tag he got during the gift exchange next to your cup.
“why didn’t you help plan it?” your question comes out more desperate than you had intended, hoping maybe next year he’ll take this on to save everyone from boredom.
“i wasn’t asked,” he takes a sip of watered-down lemonade. “why didn’t you?”
“didn’t have the time,” you sigh. kuroo nods, understanding far too well. the two of you have worked together for a few months now, more recently on a report that was presented earlier today. he’s definitely become your favorite co worker.
for a lot of reasons.
“did you try the cake?” kuroo points to the food table, but you shake your head.
“everything i’ve tasted tonight has been so bad, i’m scared to try anything else.”
kuroo snorts. you give him a smile, and a silence washes over the two of you for a few moments. your co workers conversation at the table has picked up, louder and more involved than before.
“hey,” kuroo whispers, leaning close to your ear. “think we can sneak out of here without getting caught?”
you think for a second. your boss was adamant that everyone stay tonight, and you just know if anyone sees the two of you leave together that people will talk.
“you go first, i’ll meet you outside. just say you’re headed to the bathroom. i’ll grab my things,” you whisper back, and kuroo smiles. he clears his throat, stands up, and heads for the door. you give him a few minutes before making your own exit, only getting stopped once on the way.
“good, i thought you bailed on me,” kuroo smirks from outside the office door, back against the street light. he’s swinging his keys on his finger, clearly excited to leave.
“of course not. just had to wait for my chance to slip out.”
“well, i’m starving. that food was disgusting, and i need a drink. care to join?”
the warmth of your cheeks is a stark contrast to the frozen night air. you’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this moment, wishing it would come.
“yeah, i would. you lead the way,” you smile, but kuroo shakes his head. he slides off his pea coat before handing it to you.
“put this on first,” he grins when you’re finally engulfed in the wool, gesturing his hand down the street.
you feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne that engulfs you, and the fact that kuroo tetsuro is now grabbing you by the hand to lead you around downtown. once in the restaurant and seated, you finally feel yourself slipping back to reality.
“next year, i’m not going to that shit,” kuroo looks over the menu for a moment before laughing. “do you think they picked the food as a punishment?”
you raise an eyebrow. “the food? what about the music? seriously, what century are we in?”
kuroo smirks. “c’mon, the gift exchange wasn’t bad. what did you get?”
you roll your eyes. “nothing, just something small.”
“tell me!”
you sip your water, shaking your head. “tetsuro, it’s nothing-“
“if it’s nothing, then tell me.” his grin is almost teasing. you sigh, and pull a mug out from your purse, printed with your name.
spelled incorrectly.
“amazing,” he laughs, examining the mug. “what if i told you i got it for you?”
you about spit out your drink. “then next year, i’d watch out. i’ll make sure to get your name.”
he raises an eyebrow. “next year? no, next year you and i are bowing the party and coming straight here,”
your heart skips a beat, but he doesn’t notice.
“sounds like a plan.”
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I mean if you really think about it. Technically Chadley is kind of Sephiroth's little brother
Anon you are so right. Unfortunately we don't have it it canon, but highlights of their sibling bond would include:
• Sephiroth frequently gifting Chadley toys and other trinkets he himself was deprived of during childhood because he wants to make sure Chadley doesn't go through that. Chadley has more Lego sets and two-person games than he knows what to do with.
• Chadley going to Sephiroth for real world advice and getting trolled in grand older brother fashion.
Chadley: I think I may have romantic feelings for Professor Hojo's new intern.
Sephiroth: How so?
Chadley: Whenever I'm around her, I have heart palpitations, my vision blurs, I become sweaty and my speech is slurred.
Sephiroth: You've just described a stroke.
Chadley:
Sephiroth: You can have the same symptoms by consuming a double bacon cheeseburger.
Chadley:
Sephiroth: Which is much more fulfilling than romance, in my opinion.
• While researching "ways brothers bond," Chadley found funny videos of siblings jump scaring each other. He now frequently hides behind corners, donning a scary mask or fake blood, to scare Sephiroth. He finds it hilarious when Sephiroth gasps and clutches his heart. Sephiroth, in turn, isn't sure when he'll ever stop pretending to be scared, but he doesn't care. He likes seeing Chadley happy.
• Chadley steals Sephiroth's music taste, much to Hojo's chagrin, since the kid likes to blast the heavy metal and obscure goth music in the labs.
• Stealing each other's food.
*They're walking when Chadley's shoelaces come undone*
Chadley: Hold my sandwich for me please.
Sephiroth: Sure.
*Chadley bends down to tie his shoes. When he stands up, his sandwich is gone*
Chadley: I told you to hold it!
Sephiroth: I'm holding it in my stomach.
• Chadley uses social media for researching/ mimicking "sibling behavior" and likes to replicate things he sees. This is how he ended up on a "fun ways to annoy your brother" video. Sephiroth now gets sprayed with water—like a cat—at random when he's trying to rest.
• Chadley's excited rambling about materia and his research is never reprimanded by Sephiroth, who listens happily, remembering how he wished he had someone to listen to him gush about his interests when he was a child.
• Chadley is helping Professor Hojo assess Sephiroth in the labs. When Hojo's back is turned, Charley socks Sephiroth in the arm. Sephiroth, annoyed, punches him right back. Hojo turns around right as Chadley gets punched.
Hojo: Honestly Sephiroth. I expected better from you.
Sephiroth: But he hit me first.
Chadley: He bullies me constantly, Professor.
Sephiroth: !?
• When the labs feel suffocating or Professor Hojo is being particularly difficult, Chadley likes to escape to the 49th floor and use Sephiroth's office as a quiet spot. Sephiroth isn't always there, but when he is he makes sure to distract Chadley and give him the attention he needs. Eventually Sephiroth gives him a spare access card to his apartment if Chadley ever needs it.
• This later evolves into sleepovers.
• They constantly take advantage of their height difference—Chadley through piggyback rides and Sephiroth through fun methods of discipline.
*Lazard walks by Sephiroth's office and sees Sephiroth sitting on Chadley*
Lazard: What in Shiva's name are you doing??
Sephiroth: I caught him trying to go to Wall Market.
Chadley: It's for RESEARCH.
Sephiroth: Clearly he's at the age where he needs to be monitored lest he falls victim to recreational drugs and gang activity.
Chadley: I was just going to conduct a survey! GET OFF ME!
Sephiroth: Struggling will do nothing but amuse me.
• Not even Sephiroth is safe from your little sibling stealing your stuff.
*Chadley walks in with a shiny device in his hand*
Sephiroth: Is that my transmuter?
Chadley: No.
Sephiroth: It says Sephiroth on the back.
Chadley: No it doesn't.
Sephiroth: Chadley, I'm looking right at it.
Chadley: So? You don't even use it.
Sephiroth: Just because I don't regularly use something doesn't mean you can take it without permission.
Chadley: Hm. I guess I should probably give this back.
*Chadley places Masamune on the table*
Sephiroth: HOW—?
• Other SOLDIERs and troopers on missions with Sephiroth have reported seeing his face "light up" whenever he gets a call from Chadley.
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My real-life manga moments reimagined with the TWST boys
Moments in my life that my friends said sounds like a romcom manga premise but with the Twisted Wonderland boys.
genre: fluff, humor
note: I refers to me the author and could also be reader's perspective, He/him refers the Twisted Wonderland boy I think matches well with the story (though you’re free to imagine whoever)
I'm going through something like a writing slump where I'm just not satisfied with what I'm writing so I started talking to my friends to de-stress. We started talking about our high school days which is how this came to be. Apparently, I'm just airheaded enough to be a manga protagonist ^_^;
Hopefully I'll be out of my slump soon
I was our class representative and he was a prefect. We worked together in school a lot and I really respected him. Years after we graduated, he told me he respected how I was a good student and friend. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I broke quite a number of school rules but I was just never caught…
It was my first week into high school and I was quiet because I knew nobody in school. One day during P.E, I stepped into a hole and injured my foot. I was so embarrassed and I didn’t know what to do as my classmates stood around, worried about me. He, as an upperclassman, saw the commotion and offered to carry me to my classroom (we don’t have a nurse’s office). Even more embarrassed, I declined and decided to walk through my pain to get to class. Later that day, my classmates told me that he was actually a super popular and likable upperclassman and I was really lucky to meet him.
I met him at an anime convention. I picked up an artwork he dropped and complimented him you on his choice of anime. He seemed really shy but thanked me. I later saw him again at a panel session and then at a nearby restaurant. We talked a little and even shared contacts though we never contacted each other. We used to see each other every year at the same convention until I had to move away. I always wondered how he is.
I was alone at a nearby park waiting for my parents to pick me up from school. I had trouble making friends in my class so I was lonely. One day, I met an upperclassman who was also waiting at the park and she became my first friend. We talked everyday at the school until my parents picked me up. One day, her family picked her up first and I was shocked. He, my classmate whom I never spoke with, were my first friend’s brother. Since then, he and I keep unintentionally seeing each other.
We were classmates for years. He was always competitive with me because I always beat him at a lot of things like test scores and school rankings. He joined the same martial arts club I was in and announced that he will surpass my belt grade soon. He also said he will grow taller than me soon since we were the same height then. Our martial arts instructor teased him saying boys always bug the ones they like. I didn’t care but rooted for him anyway.
He did end up growing taller than me and his grades really improved. A year later, he told me he was moving to another country. Before he left, he told me he liked me…
We were classmates from beginning to end, nothing else. We always somehow got seated near each other each year. We had the same friends and from what our friends told me, we had the same interests and even taste in music. (I also dated his best friend for a while…). But we never once spoke directly to each other. I thought he didn’t like me and I was okay with that because I didn’t like or dislike him either.
Years have passed since we graduated, I never knew what happened to him since I never bothered to know. Then one day…he followed me on Instagram
I was waiting for the bus and so was he. He seemed confused and I thought that maybe he wasn't from around here. Then, he came up to me and with an accent, he asked me if a particular bus had already passed by. I answered no and he seemed relieved then said…
“Thank you. Also, you have a beautiful voice”
I was stunned speechless as he just walked back to his previous spot.
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Red, White, and Rooster
Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger
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Prologue: The Great Debate
Anxiety thrums through your body as you fidget with the knot of his tie. The intrusive thoughts are creeping in, but on the outside, you remain cool, calm, and collected.
"Please tell me why I have to wear a purple tie again?" He asks you with a huff.
You roll your eyes as you begin the same speech you have before every other debate. "Democrats wear blue, Republicans red, you're an Independent, so—"
"You wear purple to show that you're the perfect mix of both," He groans as he finishes your sentence.
You look up to him with hard eyes. You don't miss the flash of a genuine smile across his face before some television assistant comes to remind you that you have five minutes until he needs to be in place.
"Alright. This is the last debate before voting begins. By some miracle of God and my amazing campaign managing, you're ahead in the polls. Don't fuck this up for me." You tell him as you smooth out the arms of his suit.
"Don't fuck it up for you? I'm the one who is going to be in the Oval Office dear." He smirks at you.
"And I'm the one who is getting you there, and who is going to your Chief of Staff,— dear. So, like I said, don't fuck this up for me." You smirk back.
One more debate, you thought. You had to get him through one more debate and a few last-minute campaign stops, and then all your hard work would pay off.
If everything went according to plan, Lieutenant Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw would be the 47th president of the United States, and you, Y/N Wiseman, would be the youngest Chief of Staff to ever serve at just twenty-nine years old.
"Roos, Wise-woman, yall about ready?" His running mate, Lieutenant Jake 'Hangman' Seresin called out. "Or are you two still fighting over a tie?"
"We're good, Jake," you reply as you step back to admire your handy work. You've done a good job.
Bradley is in a dark grey suit with a deep plum colored tie. His silver watch is smart, but not flashy. His dark brown shoes offer a nice contrast to the suit without clashing. His sandy brown locks are styled to appear neat but casual. His mustache is trimmed to give him an edge of maturity.
It was something that most men his age didn't need, but being thirty-five and running for president, it was necessary for him. If elected, he would be the youngest to ever serve.
No, not if. When he is elected, he will be the youngest to ever serve.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road." You clap your hands. Bradley and Jake follow you out of the room. Bradley is directed to his mark while you and Jake find your seats.
You hear the welcoming music as the moderator steps on stage and beings speaking to the cameras. Applause and cheers cry out as the candidates step up to their podiums.
You take a deep breath. This is it. These next two hours are going to make or break over a years worth of work.
If someone had told you a year ago that the two former Navy pilots turned politicians, you met in a D.C. bar who hired you because of a bet were weeks away from winning the White House because of you, you would have laughed in their face.
But one game of pool, several beers, tears, and sleepless nights later, it was happening. It was so close, you could almost taste it.
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"Oh my God you fucking killed it out there man!" Jake smacks Bradley on the back as soon as the three if you make it back stage from the debate.
Jake was right. Bradley did kill it out there. Your phone is already blowing up with Google Alerts from various media posts declaring him the winner of the debate.
His stances on education, heathcare, immigration, and the military blew his competition out of the water.
Frankly, he didn't have any competition because the other two candidates could only seem to focus on how young he was or his military background. Neither of them spoke much on their policies. Instead, they chose to try and poke at Bradley's past. However, that proved to be fatal for them.
America had rallied around Bradley's tragic childhood of losing his father at two, then being raised by a single mother, who died when he was barely nineteen. Bradley hadn't wanted to play the orphan card, and you really tried not to, but when he was lacking the polls, early in the campaign, you did what you had to do. He was mad at you for weeks but changed his tune when he saw the numbers.
One candidate, Reece Johnson, had tried to frame Bradley and Jake as monsters and killers since they were former military. You quickly rewrote the narrative, painting them as heros who received the medal of honor during their last flight mission. Bradley for risking his life while saving his captain and late father's best friend, and Jake for saving them both.
Every time someone tried to tear them down, you would swoop in and save them. All the while, running a clean campaign for them.
You were broken out of your thoughts by Bradley calling your name.
"Y/N. Hello. Earth to Y/N Wiseman." He waves his hand in front of your face.
"What?" You ask him. "How did I do?" He asks you. You can tell that he values your opinion. No matter how much he gets on your nerves or how much he grumbles. He needs to hear what you have to say.
"You didn't fuck it up for us." You tell him. A smile breaks out across his face. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me Wise-woman." He grins.
"Don't get used to it." You shoot back. "Alright, we need to head back to the hotel. We have an early flight to North Carolina tomorrow, and then a few more stops on the East Coast before we head to the Southwest." You remind him and Jake.
They nod their head and grab their belongings.
"I'm going to head to the parking garage and put my things in the SUV. Chapman, Davis, please make sure Mr. Bradshaw and Mr. Seresin make it down safely. Could you also alert Taylor to be waiting for us at the car?" You ask the secret service agents assigned to you three.
"Yes, Ma'am. Would you like an escort?" Davis ask you.
"No, I'll be fine. No one goes after the campaign manager." You joke before waving him off.
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You'd just gotten to the parking garage to put your things in when Taylor, your driver, informed you that he'd left his coat upstairs. You assured him you would be fine as he went to retrieve it.
You'd just finished putting your things in the trunk when you heard someone call out your name.
"Y/N!" A voice shouted. You turned around just in time to see a masked person standing a few feet away from you, with the barrel of a gun pointed directly at you.
Your breath caught in your throat. You didn't know what to do. You were frozen.
"Y/N! You bitch! You cost me everything!" They screamed at you. You heard them draw back the hammer of the revolver before they took their aim.
"GUN!" You head someone shout.
It all happened in slow motion. You couldn't fully process what was happening until it was all over.
You heard the deafening bang of a gunshot.
You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you and pull you into them and down on the ground to safety while two men in black suits charged at the figure.
You watched with blank eyes as they tackled the person to the ground and wrestled the smoking weapon out of their hands.
Your ears were ringing, but you were vaguely aware of someone calling your name.
"Y/N! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Bradley shook you.
Suddenly, you realized he was the one holding you.
"I—I'm alright." You stutter out just as you hear the click of cameras followed blare of police sirens.
"You—you saved me." You stutter, fully trying to process the situation. More cameras clicked as the press was making their way out of the venue and witnessing what happened.
Suddenly, it hit you. You had been shot at. Bradley and broken away from his security to save you. He had ignored protocol to protect you. He'd put his life on the line for you.
By now, the media and police were swarming around the two of you. Snapping picture after picture of the two of you while asking question after question. You knew those photos would be on every major news outlet, and the story of his heroism would go viral within hours.
As he helped you up, two things crossed your mind.
One, you were thankful to be alive.
Two, you'd just won the White House.
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Can I get something SUPER angsty where chishiya always acts like he hates the reader, but the reader is just really energetic and loves making new friends. And chishiya gets so annoyed (cause he's getting feelings) that's he uses the reader to get the cards, you can come up with the ending with semi-happy ending or happy ending
₊˚✧ don't take it personal
chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader angst
warnings: violence??, implies that chishiya likes the reader
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Loud music and screams from occupants of the beach could be heard throughout the beach, even in your secluded room. The sun was just beginning to set and you were preparing yourself for whatever Chishiya had in store for you.
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A quiet knock grabbed your attention as you put on a jacket, ready for the game that you had to attend. "It's open!" You called out and the mysterious knocker let themself in. "Chishiya!" You exclaimed when you saw him. "Y/N," His voice was even more monotone than it normally was. "I need you to do me a favor." You practically cringed hearing the words come out of his mouth.
"Chishiya needing a favor? I must be dreaming." You laughed but he still stared at you with a dead expression. "I'm serious, I need your help to steal the cards." You were in shock. "Steal the cards? Chishiya, what the hell are you thinking?!" Your heart was racing just thinking about it. "Tomorrow, when Aguni gives his speech, meet me by Hatter's office." He said as he left, closing the door behind him.
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Aguni was giving his speech. It was now or never. Your feet trudged against the floor. They carried you just outside of Hatter's office. Chishiya was already there, along with Kuina, Usagi, and Arisu.
"Y/N, quickly, when you go into Hatter's office, look for a safe. Once you've found it, I'll give you the code." He ushered you into the room quickly. "You know the code?" You were confused, surely Aguni hadn't told Chishiya. He said nothing, instead choosing to leave you in this foreign room all by yourself.
You quickly began looking for the safe, and to your surprise, you found it quite easily. "Chishiya, I found it." You whispered into the walkie-talkie, that you only just realized he gave you. "8022" You quickly punched in the numbers.
Your heart dropped when it didn't open. Was Chishiya wrong about the code? You didn't have much time to think about it before you were pulled to your feet and your hands were secured behind your back.
It all happened so quickly. You were on the ground, with blurred vision, someone was screaming. That's when it clicked. He set you up. You should have known. He'd always make it clear how much he despised you. Even going as far as telling you if it came down to it, he would use you as a human shield in the games if he had to. How could you be so foolish?
None of that mattered now as you felt the blood come up your throat. The taste of metallic filling your mouth. "Alright, Niragi, that's enough," Chishiya spoke in monotony. "I should kill this bitch for trying to steal the cards." Niragi spat out. "I'll take care of it." Your heart dropped as you heard Chishia say that.
Your limpish body was dragged out of the militant's sight. Only stopping once Chishiya was sure no one was following. He leaned you against a wall and sat you up, crouching down to your level.
"Get away from me!" You threw weak punches at him. "Hey, hey, calm down. I don't know why you're mad at me, you're the idiot who found the wrong safe." He took off his white jacket before wiping some of the blood off your face with the sleeve. "No, you gave me the wrong code." You spat blood at him. "That was unnecessary." He used the same jacket to get the blood off his face.
"You know, what's unnecessary? Using me for part of your dumb plan, when all I ever was, was nice to you! And don't even get me started on how you almost got me killed and now are trying to play the hero." You scoffed but continue to let him clean your face.
"Actually, I thought you were smart enough to know the safe wouldn't be out in the open." He laughed, probably at your naivety. "You're an asshole." "Yet, you still want to be friends with me." You rolled your eyes. "No, I do not. I am done with you." You pushed him off you. "That's a shame because I really like you." He smiled and got up before walking away.
"Do you actually mean that? Wait, you can't just leave me here! Come back! Chishiya!!" You whined as he looked at you and laughed. And of course, he came back, how could he leave someone so pretty to bleed out in the hallway?
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Disrespectful.
Chapter four
𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇
This shit’s so good, should be illegal
Need round 2, I need the sequel
Hit the backboard like a free throw
You next level, you a cheat code
Can I by kehlani was playing in her office at a bit louder than softly. She told her assistant Jada that she was in a meeting virtually so she didn’t want to blast the music and raise any suspicions.
The music was to help her get lost in her thoughts, drown out the stress she had to carry on her shoulders for the day.
A sigh of content left her lips and she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, almost losing herself before Jada knocked on the door before slightly opening the door to peak her head in.
London’s head slowly rose up to look at the girl before bending her head to look at the paper scattered across her desk. “Something I can help you with Jada?” She softly asked.
“Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Monroe will not be able to attend to this year’s banquet but he will be sending his executive assistant in his place instead. Should we bring him in next week so that he is properly informed about our plans?”
London nodded her head but never lifted her head, “Whatever you think works. A-and make sure that you let everyone know that I’m not available for the next hour.”
Jada nodded her head and was quick to close the door behind her so she wouldn’t feel her boss’s wrath, if London wanted to be alone then she would leave her alone.
But in reality London didn’t know how long she could’ve played nonchalant before a moan slipped through her lips. Her eyes rolled back again, but this time her hand slipped under her desk to grip onto Roman’s hair as he continued to suck on her clit.
“She could’ve heard me.” She breathed out but Roman didn’t even look remorseful. His eyes watching her expressions as he devoured her. Wrecking the image she fought so hard to create. To everyone else, she was a boss woman but this is who she really was, a slut who was willing to ruin the reputation she fought hard to build all just she couldn’t keep her legs closed for him.
“I think you want them to hear.” Roman whispered huskily back to her, sliding the hand that was holding her thighs back to her pussy, index finger running along the slit before he slowly pushed against her entrance. “You want them to know how good I make you feel huh?”
He didn’t care for her response because his lips closed around her clit again, sucking and thrusting his fingers until the tip of his fingers touched the spongey spot that had her legs shaking.
“Fuck… baby wait-“ she tried but it was to no avail. He’s been playing nice long enough. He slipped a second finger into his and let his tongue lap at her leaking pussy.
Tears were pooling at the rim of her eyes, the feeling was something she could never get tired of. Roman always made her cum, always. And she knew this time wouldn’t be any different but damn was he prolonging it to prove his point: that he could make her cum anywhere and anytime. And anytime he wanted he could get her to happily open her legs to let him.
He was fucking right because here she was, even with her damn assistant in the room, he was hidden under that damn desk eating her out. At the revelation she could ask herself if she had any shame but the blissful feeling of the pleasure rippling through her body made her forget anything.
“I can feel it, go head baby. Cum for me, cum for Daddy.” He cooed out to her.
The churning in her stomach was intensifying and she knew she was going to cum for him. London didn’t really consider it a lost though because this feeling was too delicious, she’d probably lose every single argument on purpose if this was the outcome of it.
The tears that were pooling from her eyes fell as she felt herself get lost in her orgasm. But Roman didn’t stop there, he had lifted himself from between her legs and placed his mouth on hers swirling his tongue around hers so she could taste the flavor of her juices.
His fingers stayed in the same place, slowly thrusting to help her ride it but continuing. He wanted another. London whimpered, her hand sliding down to grasp onto his wrist but his pace stayed the same. “Gimme another one.” He muttered against her lips.
The pace of his fingers started picking up again, both fingertips pressing deliciously against her spot. His mouth never left hers, swallowing all of her moans as he devoured her.
The kiss was sloppy but London loved it. Roman was always so put together, very calculated, she liked that he would get so messy with her. Almost as if he couldn’t control himself when it came to her and that turned her on.
“Roman.” She softly moaned out trying to warn him but her climax came quicker and harder than she expected. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a loud moan slipped through her lips. Her head fell back, chest pressing into his as her back arched against her office chair and her legs trembled.
The rouse of trying to keep quiet was over, but how could she be quiet anyway when he made her feel like this. His voice rumbling softly in her ear as he talked her through it.
“There you go baby. That’s it. You did so good cumming for me like that, that’s all you needed huh? Wanted Daddy to get rid of all that stress huh?” He cooed and London nodded her head, slumping against the chair.
“I’m not done with you yet baby, we’ve only got an hour.”
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Friday night caught London at Sienna’s house for a girls night. Nora, London and Sienna all sat in the living room with a half cup filled with wine and they were catching each other up on their lives.
Covered in satin pajamas and soft jazz playing in the background to help them unwind from their week.
“I barely sat down in the chair to get my hair done, some random girl ran up on my hairdresser. Can you fuckin imagine?” Sienna recalls her encounter at Milan’s salon two days prior.
Nora huffed out a short laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “I keep telling you to stop visiting these random salons because you can’t let everybody play with your hair but you never wanna listen to me.”
The girls talking became kind of like background noise when London’s phone buzzed in her hand again to let her know she got another text notification.
Roman: Would you rather Italian or French?
London: For what?
Roman: Dinner. Me and you. Next week, Wednesday night.
Roman had the tendency to invite her out. And before she would decline every outing but recently, she found herself agreeing to go out sometimes.
It wasn’t always, because James was starting to question why she was always going out but, on the days where she really missed him after not seeing him for a couple weeks cause of his job, she found herself wanting to be around him.
London bit her lip as she thought about it; the last time she seen Roman was two days ago when he ate her out in her office till she begged and cried for him to stop, fucked her for good measure and then left to fly out to whatever city he had to be in for work.
They had both agreed that would be their last intimate session. London expressed she couldn’t keep doing it, and Roman respected her decision. What was a harmless dinner between two friends?
“I know that’s not James blowing ya phone up on girls night.” Sienna’s voice brought her back to reality, lifting her head up to find both Nora and Sienna watching her like a hawk. Her phone buzzed again.
Roman: I won’t touch you, I promise. Just miss having meals with you as a friend ❤️
“Damn; can I have my face back?” London retorted, raising an eyebrow at the two.
Nora rolled her eyes, “Girl please. She ain’t tell you she’s been fucking Roman?”
Both Sienna’s and London’s eyes widen in shock. London’s because her sister ran her mouth and Sienna’s at the news.
“Nora!” London exasperated
“WHAT!” Sienna yelped out at the same time, raising her hand for a moment. “Hol’ up. You mean to tell me I helped you sneak off with that man at his wife’s birthday party and you couldn’t tell me you actually fucked the man!?”
London let out a quiet groan, her head falling back for a moment. It wasn’t something she was proud to announce… she’s cheating on her husband with another married man, how the fuck was she supposed to tell her that?
When She lifted her head back up, Sienna huffed again as she waited for London to explain herself.
“First of all, I’m not fuckin him anymore. And second of all, Nora you’re the one who told me to go sleep with him in the first place!”
“London, you made out with him at his wife’s-“ Nora starts but London was quick to cut her off.
“I know what happened bitch, you don’t have to keep repeating it!” London snapped
“So stop acting confused. I only told you to finish what the fuck you started, don’t put the blame on me. You damn near gave him the pussy the first time anyways, you should be thanking me. You’re welcome.” Nora winked as she took a sip of her wine.
Before London could reply back to her sister, Sienna inserted herself into the conversation.
“UM HELLO? Anyone wanna talking about how you’re ACTUALLY FUCKING ROMAN!?” Sienna shouted, the shock feeling has not left her at all. Her eyes almost wild and searching as she waited for London to explain.
“I’m not fucking him anymore.” London corrects. Nora scoffs at her but doesn’t say a word.
“After the party” London starts, ignoring her sister. “I ignored him because I just knew if I seen him, I would’ve remembered that night and just fuck him, not caring about my marriage-“
“Which you’ve managed to do anyway, but continue.” Nora quickly added before giving London the floor again.
“I went to Nora about it because I didn’t know what else to do but she kept telling me to grow up and talk to him and I decided I wouldn’t. James is a good man, he didn’t deserve that you know?” London continued to explain, sighing at the end.
“Okay. I’m hearing a whole lotta nothing.” Sienna huffed out, placing her cup down to focus on the conversation. “Spare me the lame details bitch cause I can really do without.”
London raised an eyebrow at her friend. “You wanna hear the story or not?” After a moment of silence she continued to unfold the moment of events. “I didn’t want to; but Roman wasn’t going to have me ignoring him for any longer so he came to my job to confront me.”
Her skin became littered with goosebumps as she relieved the story on how this all started just two months ago.
“It didn’t help how a couple nights before, Nora kept telling me to just get it out my system. Just Fuck him and get it over with. So when he asked me if I…. desired him the same way he desired me I thought… why not.”
The silence in the room was driving her crazy. Sienna just sat there listening to her friend admit that she committed adultery.
“You… nasty bitch.”
London groaned again, leaning back against the sofa. “I know. And the worst part is… I don’t regret it. He fucked the shit outta me Sienna. He made me cum four fuckin times in my office.”
“IN YOUR OFF- BITCH!?” Sienna shrieked in surprise. London was very proud of the reputation she gave herself at work, especially after taking over her father’s business and to hear that she let herself go on those same grounds left her shook. But then she let the sentence repeat in her mind on more time.
“Hol up, he made you what?” She asked, hoping she heard her friend clearly.
“Cum four time, that’s why her ass kept running back to him. Fucked her so good she forgot where her real home was at.” Nora replied with a laugh.
“Four times, back to back?” Sienna asked curiously
“Girl I tapped out at round one, he fucked my shit up.” London confessed. “I went to see him again later that night because we promised to talk, I didn’t even give him a chance, I fucked him right at his driveway. And we kept fucking that entire weekend: in the pool, the kitchen, in the shower, on the balcony.” She listed off, reminiscing with a soft sigh.
“It was supposed to a weekend thing and then we’d be done with it but… It’s been two months now.”
“Two…. Two months!? You’ve been…” Sienna just couldn’t believe it; she was at a loss for words. “Bitch I’ve been at your house at least four times these past two months. You kept me out the loop for sixty days!?”
Nora busted out laughing while London rolled her eyes.
“How was I supposed to just say I was cheating on my husband? That ain’t something you proudly say Sienna.”
“Oh Bitch don’t give me that sob story. You wasn’t proud to tell me but you’ve been bustin them legs wide open with no shame huh?”
London didn’t even know what to say. She was getting read for filth because Sienna was right. She wasn’t shameful enough to stop fucking Roman… until now.
“Okay. Y’all need to relax on me. Let’s not forget you two encouraged this. You two demons ain’t no better than me, putting bugs in my fuckin ear. Wasn’t it you who told me to go enjoy myself at the party, while you steady bringing it up.”
“London you are 34 years old. Get the fuck over yourself; ain’t nobody put a gun to yo’ head and tell you to fuck that man. Be a woman about it and just say you like fucking him. He beat it up better than James do and that’s why you keep running back, stop blaming everybody else.” Nora stated seriously at her sister.
“Yeah girl, I mean… okay so we pushed you. But these lil two months? Baby that was all you. I’m just upset cause why the fuck am I the last to know?” Sienna pouted, folding her arms across her chest.
“I didn’t know how to tell you. But, now there’s nothing to tell. James is a good man and he doesn’t deserve that. So I told Roman we had to cut it off.” London explained before her phone buzzed again.
Roman: ?
“So since you cut it off, is that James?” Nora asked smartly with a small smirk on her face as she pointed towards the phone.
The pregnant pause gave the girls the answer they were looking for. Sienna busted out laughing.
“Cut it off my ass.”
“It’s not like that, he just wanna go out to eat.” London tries to explain
Nora snorts, yeah fuckin right. “If you wanna play stupid, we can to ya know?”
“It’s not like that, I promise guys. Whatever Roman and I had is over.”
And even though London announced it with upmost confidence, not a single person in that room believed a word that came out of her mouth.
London: French. Pick me up at 8.
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Roman wanted to be true to his words. He would not touch London tonight. Plus, she was right. He needed to shift all that sexual tension to his wife, not her.
He sent a driver over to pick London up and now he was waiting. He’d already order them champagne and was seated waiting for her to arrive.
It was fifteen minutes after 8, so he was still waiting. His mind running a million miles a minute, she wouldn’t stand him up right? They could still be friends even after everything has transpired between them, he couldn’t see why not. Before anything happened between them he’s had the upmost respect for her and it didn’t dwindle because they both gave in to their sexual feelings for each other.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A soft voice spoke to him, breaking him out of his daze as he turned his head to where the voice came from.
His eyes scanned her from her head to her feet, her legs displaying beautifully in her dress. If there’s one thing that Roman couldn’t deny, it’s how beautiful she is.
“Nothing crazy.” He replied, standing up from his seat to walk up to her and giving her a tight hug.
Her perfume was intoxicating, overclouding his senses as he wrapped his arms around her lower waist and London’s arms wrapped around his neck.
They rocked back and forth in a friendly manner but the hug lasted longer than it should have. His arms tightened around her waist and flashes of him holding her against the wall with him holding her up by her thighs as he thrusted in and out of her ran through his mind.
Get it together Roman. He scolds himself, London wasn’t a piece of meat, she’s his friend.
London’s arms tightened around him too, almost as if she was trying to remember this feeling of him in her arms before she let go.
When they finally let go of each other, he held out her seat for her to take a seat.
“You look good. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your efforts were for me.” He stated teasingly, a small smirk on his face.
“Luckily you know better Mr. Reigns, I dress like this on the regular for myself.”
This was a fact; London loved to dress to impress and majority of the time the person she was looking to impress was herself.
A smile broke out on Roman’s face as the familiarity of the tone of conversation. This was the London he’d met.
The two fell into their old dynamic easier than they thought, London telling Roman about work and her upcoming work trip that she has coming up that she was dreading.
Roman filled her in on whatever was running through his head at the time, whether it was whatever scheme he had planned next for him and the twins to execute or whatever Paul suggested was the best thing to do for the business.
They chatted it up like two friends would have the entire time and before they knew it; two and a half hours had gone by. Roman called for the check and London bit her lip in thought.
You’ve been doing good for a week London, don’t do anything to fuck it up. She thought to herself when he paid and walked her to the driver he had set out for her.
The two walked close, arms brushing against each other as they took slow steps to the car. And even though she shouldn’t have, a small part of her was hoping that he would push her up against the car and ravish her in a way she’s become accustomed to in these past two months.
But instead, Roman gave her another long hug. His scent overpowering her own, she knows it’ll linger in her clothes on her way home. She was tempted, just turn your head and press your lips against his she had thought. But it was a passing thought that she didn’t execute because he had pulled away from their embrace and bid her a goodnight.
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Roman came home in search of his wife and jumped on her the second he found her. He pulled her into a hot searing kiss, Tiara was took by surprise but she let herself get lost in the kiss.
It’s been a while since her husband has come back from work and has been in the mood so she was going to jump at the opportunity, she’d missed her husband. And as they teared each other’s clothes off each other she could feel how much her husband had missed her.
Gripping on her skin to press it impossibly closer to his own. Ravishing her skin with his lips like he’s never done before. And when he put her in position, he flipped her onto her stomach, Face down ass up.
“Fuck… wait Roman it’s-“ Tiara cut herself off with a moan as Roman thrusts himself mercilessly into her. Skin clapping against the other and moaning were filling the room as Tiara called out her husband’s name in pleasure.
Unbeknownst to her, Roman’s mind was elsewhere thinking of the woman he had just left. London’s moans were playing loud in his head, he almost couldn’t hear anything else. His hands tightened on Tiara’s hips, in the morning will probably be marked as he continued to slam his hips into hers.
London made him promise that he’d shift all his sexual desires away from her and back to his wife. But if he thought of her the whole time, it wouldn’t have been anybody’s business but his own.
Meanwhile, London laid in her bed naked with her legs open and fingers running up and down her slit.
Roman’s scent was still inked on her skin, it was almost as if he was here in the room with her. She couldn’t help herself, she tore her clothes off as soon as she got home and couldn’t get him off her mind.
When she finally pushed her fingers through her entrance her eyes rolled shut. One hand tweaked at her breast and the other thrusting inside of herself. She could almost feel him.
His hands pressed down against her back to keep her in position as he thrust inside of her at a face pace, “You runnin’ from me London? I thought this was big girl pussy, where you going?” He taunts as he pulls her closer to him. The tip of his dick just kissing her cervix causing her to wince a little in pain but the pleasure felt so good.
Her fingers had picked up speed as she reminisced about one of her sessions with Roman. The squelching noises from her fingers filled the room along with her moans.
How many times was Roman going to make her feel like a horny teenager?
Thats how she felt as her fingers pressed against her spot, bucking against her own hand at the feeling. “Roman.” She moaned out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“C’mon baby, I know you can handle it, throw it back for me.” He encouraged, letting his grip on her waist go to watch her throw her ass back to him. The sounds of her skin clapping against his as she fucked him back filled the room, he had no doubt that whoever was near his locker room could hear them.
“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good.”
“So good, you gon cum for me baby?” He whispered to her
“Yes. M’gonna cum for you Daddy.” She moaned aloud, repeating her previous words to him as she continued to finger herself to ecstasy. A loud moan echoed throughout her room as her back arched from the bed as she came to the memory of her and Roman.
As her eyes rolled back into place and she panted while trying to catch her breath, only one thought cross her mind: how long was she going to be able to get over these sexual desires for Roman?
And halfway across the city, as he watched his wife succumb into slumber Roman wondered the same thing.
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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 10
Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby
Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie
⚠️This chapter contains: Mean!Eddie, Angst, traumatic past, painful procedures (gyno), cheating, Billy x reader at the beginning
wc: 7k
Crossposted on: Wattpad & AO3
A/N: Well shit, I did say it will take a turn and shift. Hopefully you all enjoy this chapter, it was painful to write, but it is needed for you guys to know about the backstory of it all. If you see real closely, you'll see a part of this chapter that was actually in previous chapters ;)
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CHAPTER 10
Two dates turned into three.
Three dates turned into four.
Four turned into eight.
And you lost count.
“All I’m saying is that Max found you entertaining in the video call!” You chuckle with heat on your cheeks as you dipped your head in Billy’s chest, trying to cover your face. You didn’t intend on presenting yourself to Max, but he was on a video call when you arrived at his place yesterday, and you didn’t know because he had opened the door so normally with the phone in his hand and greeted you with a kiss, not noticing the phone in his hand.
Of course the girl on the other side of the call almost screeched and you jumped in fear at the sudden noise.
He was talking to Max, and he introduced you two through video call, which made your heart pound loudly in your chest, because the feelings for Billy escalated in ways you didn’t think they would. But it wasn’t just you, Billy had been smitten by you the moment you rejected him the first time ever a month ago at your office. He was never one for formal relationships, exclusive ones maybe once or twice which didn’t work out in the end.
But there was something about you that he couldn’t quite let go of, he almost seemed obsessed. He was afraid of being that clingy to you, but after date number eleven he gave up on the feeling and made himself exclusive to you, even if you didn’t know it. He didn’t want to be with anyone else but you, and it had scared him, it still does, but it was the first time he felt as if someone understood him.
When you had asked him a week ago if he slept with other girls, he had told you that he didn’t. That he hasn’t slept with anyone but you because he simply couldn’t. Your heart melted at his words, and how could you not believe him? If you two didn’t see each other, it was on video call or messaging, or at work. There wasn’t a single time where Billy didn’t answer you for more than one hour.
You know it’s excessive, and it’s too much, and maybe you are making a fantasy in your head, but you truly did end up liking Billy. He told you about his past, about his father and how he abused him physically and mentally, which he had to go to therapy for. He told you about his mother, her ashes being thrown in the Californian beach where she always took him surfing.
His favorite color is Red. His music taste is rock. His favorite movie is Terminator. His comfort movie, funny enough, is Shrek 2. His favorite food is Fettuccine Alfredo. His favorite dessert is dark chocolate. His favorite band is Scorpions. His favorite song is ‘You give love a bad name’ by Bon Jovi.
And as you knew these little facts about himself, he knew little facts about you, which he always remembered, and always made it known that he remembered. He got you Pínk roses once, your favorite flowers. He got you some strawberries and whipped cream, your favorite dessert. He got you a mascara from Dior because you had told him once you were running out of it.
All those small things, details, doings, made you fall for him. It wasn’t just because it was physical, and you knew that falling for a Model wasn’t the brightest of ideas, but it was impossible not to. You weren’t public yet, and you really didn’t mind that, and it’s not like you two are anything, because he never really asked.
But today, right now, when you’re laying on his chest with the bedsheets over your naked bodies while he is propped up on some pillows against the headboard, laughing because of the situation from yesterday with Max, something felt right, like a puzzle coming together.
“Hey Sweets… I gotta ask you something.” He suddenly says and you look up with a playful smile on your face.
“Oh, danger.” You replied and he chuckled, but you noticed that behind his laughter there was a glint of nervousness, which made your teasing evaporate, replaced by worry.
“It’s not bad… It’s just– I really like you. I never felt this for someone else, and I have never been in a relationship before, so I don’t know how it really works– I mean, I did have relationships before, it’s just, they never worked out, or I didn’t like the person or I just didn’t connect with them…” He was rambling, but a smile was forming on your lips, and you bit the inside of your bottom lip to forbid it from going wider.
“And what are you trying to say here, Mr. Hargrove?” You ask him, in a low voice, your eyes already looking up at him with adoration in them, heart beating fast in your chest as he looked down at you, with a smile on his lips, shaking his head slightly.
“You know what being called Mr. Hargrove does to me.” He says before pulling you on top of him with a grunt and you squeal from the movement, still giggling as you look up at him. He brushed some hair off your face, putting it behind your ear. “I want you to be mine. I want us to properly date Sweets.”
You could feel his heart hammering in his chest and yours was at his same pace. Your smile had dropped but because of the surprise, not because you weren’t happy. You were exhilarated, wanting to jump from excitement and yell it to the whole world that you are dating him, that he is yours and you were his… But–
“You’re famous, I’m… I’m nothing. What will the people that follow you say?” He shakes his head, his arms around you to keep you on top of him, not letting you go. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, he wasn’t going to miss this chance when he finally found someone he could be himself with, or was beginning to.
“I will fight every single one that goes after you. Whatever they say it’s because they don’t know you like I do… Sweets, I want you to meet my sister properly, my friends… I mean, I talk about you enough already, and they’re getting impatient to meet you.” He chuckles and your eyes widened at his confession, heat spreading on your cheeks as you looked down at him.
“You talk about me?”
“Almost every single day.”
Oh your heart melted at that. Your brain short circuited. It’s been too long since you felt this kind of desire towards you, this want to have a future with you, and you almost teared up at his words. You had shut yourself for a whole year, began dating random dudes, and somehow you landed on Billy, who you thought was going to be a simple hook up, but he ended up being so much more than that.
You are afraid. Terrified actually. You don’t know if your ideals stand in the same place as his, but you won’t know unless you take the leap, and follow your feelings in this very second. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his softly, and the both of you closed your eyes to enjoy the tender kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away with a smile on your face.
“Okay…” His eyes widened in surprise, a wide grin spreading in his lips, teeth showing and all.
“I can call you my girlfriend now?” Your cheeks flush again at the name, feeling like a teenage girl all over again as you nod and he immediately turns you both completely, another squeal coming out of your lips as he lays you down on the other side of the bed, bouncing from the sudden force as he kisses you on the lips, still smiling as he does so.
You really cannot wait to tell everyone today at Nancy’s party.
You parked your car a block away from Nancy’s apartment building, which was actually huge, walking quickly with her gift bag in one hand. You bought her a nice pink blouse that she was groaning about not having for a while now.
You saw the lobby door almost closing, rushing towards it to get through, walking inside and then past the couches to catch onto an elevator. The doors were almost shutting so you dipped your arm in between the doors with a ‘sorry’ and stepped in, only for your mood to drop in a second as you saw who was in the small space with you.
“Jeez, you could have gotten the next one Peach.” That horrible voice says to you with venom behind his words. Of all the people you had to share an elevator with, Munson was certainly not at the top of the list.
“I am already late, and so are you.” You say and press on Nancy’s floor, which was the 7th. He rolled his eyes as you stood next to him, holding the bag in front of you as the elevator bounced slightly and started moving. Your heart was hammering with pure hatred, just standing next to this man was getting your hairs to stand, like a cat that is about to defend itself.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” He suddenly says and you frown, completely confused and looked up at him, but you found him looking at your bag. You looked down on it, and backed up at him.
“What’s wrong with my gift?” He shoots a glare your way, pulling the same bag, from the same store from his side. Your breath got stuck in your throat as dread from possibly getting the same thing settles in. “Is it a–”
“Pink Blouse.”
You both groaned loudly, anger filling your chest from him getting the same thing for Nancy. At least there’s a ticket that she can use to exchange it for something else, but now your gift is not unique anymore, you made sure, talking with everyone about what they will gift Nancy, just so your gift wouldn’t match with anyone else’s… Except.
“This is what I get for not wanting to talk to you?” You say on the low, almost mumbling to yourself, but he heard it, loud and clear, a smug grin appearing on his lips.
“Oh, are you regretting not getting on my good side now?” He says and you make a face of disgust, looking up at him, shaking your head.
“The last thing I want is that, I mean you probably don’t even have one.” He chuckles at that response to hide how irritating you were to him. He wanted out of the elevator, he couldn’t handle standing next to you when all he could feel was just how happy you were. You were almost excited from what he could guess from your features, but he didn’t know why.
“I do, you’re just not special enough to see it, Peach.” He replies with venom in his tone, surprising you from how that hit your dignity a bit. You know you aren’t special to him, just to him, and that’s fine. Still, it fucking hurt.
“Okay, now that’s–” Suddenly the Elevator bounced aggressively, signaling a stop, but the lights went out, turning the emergency ones on. They weren’t as bright, but it was something. Your eyes widened, looking at the digital number that should appear at the top of the elevator, but it was black.
“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie yells, pressing desperately onto the ‘open doors’ button repeatedly and then the help button.
You cannot believe this. Someone from a higher power really hated you. It despised you, because there is no way, no possible way that you are now stuck in an elevator with Eddie Munson. You took your phone out, seeing one bar of signal, calling Nancy immediately as the nerves in your body started taking over. You aren’t claustrophobic, but staying inside four walls with your sworn enemy was not your idea for a party.
“Hey–” You didn’t even let her finish her words.
“Nance we’re stuck in the elevator!” You say to her, as quickly as you can because you don’t know if the signal will stay on for too long.
“We?”
“Munson and I.” You say with spite which Eddie noticed, rolling his eyes how disgusted you sounded saying his surname. He was still pressing onto the open doors button, hoping that it’ll make the energy return or something.
“No…. Power… Called–” And the line cut off. You groaned loudly, stomping your foot in anger as you looked at your phone to now see there was no signal.
“What did she say?” Eddie asks, still looking at the elevator console and you glared at him and then his hand, pressing the buttons nonstop.
“Power outage, so you can fucking cut that out.” He stops, only to turn his head to glare at you. You almost never fully insulted him, but when you did, his anger boiled. You were spoiled, a brat, a liar, a bad friend. Friends do not keep secrets to each other, and you are filled with them.
“Come on Peach, insult me more. Turns me on.” He replies and you fake smile at him, flipping him off before sitting down on the floor of the elevator. You grabbed your bag and you took a hard candy out, a honey one. You always chew on something when you are nervous, and being in this closed space with someone you despise was not helping the knot in your belly.
He sighed heavily, the anger swirling in his chest as he looked down at you for a second and looked back at the buttons. There wasn’t much he could do but wait now, he is not strong enough to rip the doors open, so he decides to sit in front of you, resting himself against the wall, legs spread in front of him, next to yours. All he wanted and needed was a couple of beers today. He needed the distraction from the week’s turmoil of events. Wayne’s medical bills started going up, and he had to work extra the past week to cover most of it, while saving some money for himself.
You were looking up towards the emergency light, swirling the candy around in your mouth, making some clinking sounds against your teeth every time it went from one side to the other. Eddie was glaring at you as the annoyance grew in his body, his eye twitching as you continued your movements without caring if you were being loud or nasty about it.
“Can you eat candy like a normal person?” He spats and your eyes shoot towards him, a confused frown in your face. “You’re making too much noise, cut it out.”
Oh you were now glaring back. You cannot even have a candy in peace with him, and you were debating if to spit it out, harshly, towards his forehead. For the past month, the bickering had gone down between the two of you, and that was because you spent your time with Billy more than anything, or at work.
“What, you’re going to tell me how to eat candy now? Jesus christ.” You really don’t understand what his problem is, and if you had to be stuck in this elevator with him for the next few minutes, you were sure you were going to murder him if he kept this attitude up until then. Someone would open those doors, and just find you covered in Eddie’s blood.
“It was just a comment, respect the other person that’s in the same stuck space as you.” At those words you almost choked on your candy, and you bit it down to swallow it and laugh, which Eddie knew was sarcastic, making him squint his eyes at you.
“I’m sorry, you talking about respect is funny.” You say with a smirk on your lips as you look back down at him. He was looking at you incredulously as his hands started to heat up from the rage that was slowly building up.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh come on, you and respect don’t go hand in hand. One day Munson you will admit you’re a self entitled prick that only cares about himself.” And that’s where you were wrong, but you didn’t know that, and Eddie’s blood was boiling at your words. Who do you think you are? You don’t even know him, yet you are insulting him, freely.
“You don’t even fucking know me Peach, and you’re not even worth knowing about my life.” That made something in your chest snap. For some reason, those words cut harder into you than any other insult he could ever throw at you. You didn’t notice that your eyes had teared up at the word, and Eddie simply looked at you with a mocking grin to his face. “Aw, are you going to cry? I can’t believe you actually have feelings.”
“Shut up–”
“I just don’t get it, how Robin trusts you so much, all this while. I don’t understand the rest either, but especially Robin. I mean, you really aren’t that special–” His words were pure stabs into your body, your breathing becoming heavy as he talked, and your emotions were beginning to spill over the edge of the glass. You hadn’t heard or thought of those words for a long while, and here he was, in just mere seconds reminding you about them, letting them brand into your skin again, over the scabs that built up over the last year.
“Shut the fuck up– I–”
“Oh, so you are crying now? After insulting me? Why, can’t take it like I take all of your fucking names and comments?” He all but growls. He was pissed, glaring at you with anger shown on his features. He didn’t care that there were tears running down your face, he didn’t care about your feelings, he didn’t care if this was hurting you, just like you never cared about him either.
You couldn’t take it any more, the tears falling, trying to regain your breathing, but your anger, your nerves, your despair, and your past was hunting your brain. It was making you slightly dizzy, lightheaded, and your mouth was responding for you now, no longer processing the words coming out of it. You slammed your hands on the floor of the elevator, glaring at him through a tear stained face.
“Why the FUCK do you hate me so much!? You don’t know SHIT about me, so I don’t understand why you’re like this!” You almost yell at him, your voice already getting strained by the emotions you swore you put inside that box long ago. Eddie scoffed at that, yet matched your energy as he leaned forward, pointing at you.
“Right back at you! You don’t know me! At fucking all! But the difference between you and me, Peach, is that everyone else in the group knows me, knows about me, knows about my past. And you? NO ONE knows shit about you. Not just me.” You roll your eyes at that with a scoff as your heart pounded into your chest, going wild at the process of his words.
“It’s because it’s no one's business! Can’t you fucking get that?! I am not lying about anything, I’m just keeping my past to myself! I’m harming no one!” You exclaim at him, your hands gripping onto the hard floor of the elevator and he shakes his head, giving a sarcastic laugh of his own, which made your brain snap once.
“That’s what you fucking think! You think that Robin doesn’t give a shit about that side of you, but she told you every single thing about herself, yet you act like you’re some mysterious chick that came out of nowhere just for what? Attention? For people to discuss about your past life and for you to feel fucking important?”
Your brain snapped two, three times.
“Stop–” You begged, you were begging, not being able to handle the emotions any longer, and you needed peace, you needed silence, you needed him to stop stabbing you, hurting you, making you remember.
“So who is the self entitled prick here? Huh? Look into the fucking mirror for once, and come to the actual fact that you’re an attention seeking whore–”
And then, it cracked.
“What the fuck do you want me to say!? That I’m a divorced woman that went through three fertility treatments in the lapse of three months, with a husband that was cheating on me through that?! Is that what you want to fucking hear Munson!? Is that what everyone in this fucking group wants to know or just you?!”
Silence. The small space fell into complete silence. His stretched legs next to yours, facing one another as your chest heaved up and down. He was stunned in his place, not fully processing your words because it couldn’t be. You couldn’t have gone through that, you didn’t show it… That’s when Robin’s words came into his mind: Just because she hides her past, doesn’t make her a liar.
And now, he felt the cold sweat of guilt, washing all over his body, all the way to his feet. His heart had slowed down, thanks to the shock of those words, and he was feeling like vomiting right now as the knots in his stomach appeared, trying to pry his stomach open, ripping it apart. You fell silent, slow tears still rolling down your cheeks as you rested against the wall again, and you looked up at the emergency light.
The box had opened. Everything you sealed up, everything you worked for a year to keep inside of you, inside of your head, to maybe erase it, to erase the pain, to erase the treason, to erase it all. Your mother had told you that someday you would explode. She had suggested a therapist, but you never listened, because you thought you were strong enough. That you were strong enough to deal with the pain and with the memory by yourself.
By leaving.
“I was–”
“You don’t have to…” Eddie stops you immediately. He didn’t do this for you to confess your past, or maybe he did, but he never expected this, and now he was regretting every single word that came out of his mouth throughout this whole year towards you. You glared up at him through your tears, talking to him in the coldest tone he ever heard coming from you.
“You wanted it, now you listen.” He felt fear towards you, but not because he was afraid of you, but from what you might have experienced. “Do you know… how the fertility treatment for a female Beta works?”
“So you just sign here, and he signs here, and then the treatment will start for the both of you.” Camila says with a smile to her face as she points at the contact that was on the table. You squeal in excitement while holding your husband’s hand, Henry, as he smiles at you and kisses your knuckles. You grabbed the pen and signed the contract, your husband signing afterwards.
“I can’t believe it’s happening…” You say, smiling towards Henry, your husband of three years, friend from school, boyfriend in college. Getting together with Henry felt like destiny, after the two of you were assigned on a project together at college after not seeing him for over a year.
And now, you two had signed to start the fertility treatment on the both of you to have your first child. It was something you two knew since you started dating that it would happen, and that you wanted it, you both wanted it. You looked up at Camila, your lawyer and your best friend since middle school. She had a big smile on her face, giving you a nod.
“I’m so excited to be an aunt!” She squealed and you giggled while Henry shook his head at the both of you with a chuckle of his own. You heard about the procedure of fertility treatment for females, and it has 99.7% efficiency. You also heard about the pain that it would bring, but it couldn’t be that bad, would it?
–
GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT.
Those were your only thoughts as you bit and screamed onto the towel that was given to you, while you were put in a sitting position on the procedure chair, like a Gynecologist's, and your thighs were strapped onto its supports, keeping your legs open, not letting you move away either.
The procedure consisted of a long small tube that held a very needle inside. That tube is inserted into the vaginal canal, piercing through the uterus breech until it gets to a fallopian tube. Then the needle would start poking the treatment into the organ, reactivating the fertility process on the eggs that are inside the ovaries.
But the large bendable tube, ripping through your uterus, feeling it going into your fallopian tube, without anesthesia, was too much. Too much to handle. You didn’t expect this to be this painful, because the male Betas had it easier. They had injections done on their ball sack, giving fertility to the sperm inside for a limited period of time.
The tears were running down your eyes as you clenched them tightly, feeling the sharp needle starting the process now, and you just wanted it to be over. It was going to be all worth it in the end, you will have a beautiful baby, the one thing you’ve always wanted. You always dreamt of a big family, and Henry promised you just that.
The pain might be unbearable, but if it meant you could have more kids with Henry, you would go through it again.
–
Your eyes were wide, glossed over from the incoming tears as you saw the pregnancy test in your hand. You did everything right, the procedure, the postures, the aftercares, just everything…
And it didn’t take.
It might take some time, more than a month after the treatment, but the next day after the failed test, your bedding had been stained with your blood. You almost screamed with a sob, covering your face with your hands as you looked down at your splayed legs and the blotch of blood that was in between them.
Your husband immediately shot up from his sleeping state, looking at your figure and then down at the bed. He shook his head, gulping heavily as he pulled you into an embrace, trying to soothe you down, brushing your hair softly.
“It’s okay baby… It wasn’t 100% efficient, we knew that… It’s okay, nothing’s wrong, you did nothing wrong.”
Those words filled your empty heart, accepting the fact that the treatment did not work this time.
“Next time, it’ll work…” You softly mumble against his neck and his eyes widen slightly, looking down at you.
“You want to try again?” He asks and you nod, your spirit not backing down from that family you always wanted. He nods at you and presses his lips against your head. “I’ll prepare a warm bath for you, okay?” You sniffle, looking back down at the puddle of blood on the sheets and that is probably sipping through them and onto the mattress.
It’s okay, next time it’ll take.
–
You were sobbing as you sat in Camila’s toilet, feeling the blotches of blood falling down as your best friend was trying to wipe your face with concern being drawn on her eyebrows. The four pregnancy tests were all over the sink, and then it suddenly happened, and you had to pull your pants down to see blood had started leaking down from you.
“Sweetheart, shh, don’t cry…”
“I don’t get it! I did everything right! I even rechecked myself, and I am healthy, and ready for a baby, and he did the studies on himself too and there’s nothing wrong with us!” You almost screamed as you felt more blood running down into the toilet, the sobs ripping out of your chest at the failed conception, once again.
“Maybe the third time’s the charm? Like the saying?” She was trying to put humor in the situation, but you had told her about the insufferable pain you went through. Going through that two times, the appointment being just one month after the last one, was almost traumatizing.
“I don’t know if I can handle a third… Not only because of the pain, but because of seeing that single line again, and then feeling my blood coming down… I don’t want to feel that again!” Camila grabbed your face in between her hands and she gave you a slow nod, with a warm smile on her face.
“You are so strong, I know you can do this, and Henry is waiting for it to happen… Nothing is wrong with you both, maybe the timing was wrong… This time it’ll happen.”
And those words helped you clean yourself that evening and already book another appointment. Third time’s the charm.
It has to be.
–
“Please, please, give me a break, I can’t do this again, please!” You yelled while laying on the hospital’s bed, your upper body propped up with each foot hooked into some metal pedals in each corner of the bed to keep your legs spread.
The doctor pulled away, looking up from in between your legs with pity eyes and shook her head.
“We can’t stop the process sweetheart, a pause can cause an alteration and we’re already more than halfway there! I promise!” You were processing what she was saying, with tears streaming down your cheeks, your bottom lip busted open from biting onto it way too hard to control your cries. The pain was unbearable, feeling like you were being split open, your insides being ripped apart.
But you wanted this. You both wanted this. Something is wrong with you, it has to be. There’s no other explanation for it, no matter if the doctors ran a bunch of tests on you and said everything should really be fine, you didn’t believe that. Something was not working, but you really wanted this.
So you nodded for your doctor to proceed, and the pain worsened from there.
But that day, you got out of the appointment earlier than expected because another person decided to not show up. So you decided to surprise your husband and head over to his clinic, where he was getting his appointment done at this very moment with a smile on your face, fighting against the pain that was in your uterus and in between your legs.
Parking your car in the lot, you got out with a wince to go towards the clinic’s doors, and head over to the receptionist with a smile to your face.
“Hello! I’m here because my husband is having fertility treatment?” You say with a chirp to your voice and the blonde girl at the desk smiled at you with a nod.
“Can you give me the name?”
“Henry Creel.” She nods and types something on her computer, a small frown appearing on her face as she looks up at you.
“There is no one by that name for a fertility treatment today.” You tilted your hair to the side, completely confused because you swore you heard him say it was today. Maybe you had heard wrong but there was already a storm inside your stomach, your instincts kicking in.
“O-Oh, then, is it tomorrow?” You ask and the lady had a sad frown on her face, looking at you with worry in her eyes.
“There were no fertility treatments done to a man named Henry Creel. Ever. He is not in our system…”
You were frozen in place. It couldn’t be, this was the clinic, you were sure of it. He told you that it was close to yours many times, that’s why he always picked you up after your treatment, taking care of you, buckling you into the passenger’s seat as he went home with you.
You didn’t even reply to the woman, despite her calling out to you, and you immediately darted towards your car. You needed to get home, you needed to check the contract to see if the clinic was another one, because that must be it. He signed the contract so the fertility treatment has to be done.
You raced home, stepped on the gas like never before, your head spiraling as you reached your house and the knots in your stomach appeared. Your eyes widened when you saw a very familiar car at the front of your home, so you shut your own car off a little bit further so you could go inside silently.
Your heart was pounding into your chest as your mind was telling you to not go inside your home, despite you already opening the door, and walking inside, only to be hit with the sound of moaning, groaning, breathless sighs coming from upstairs. From your room.
You started heading up, silently, thinking that this is a nightmare, that this is not real, that this was just some random people that barged into your home to have sex, because it couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.
But when you opened the door, it all became real. Your husband looked at you, his movements stopping completely, his eyes widening at the sight of you. Then your eyes darted to the person below him, the person who was clawing her nails onto his back.
Camila.
“The contract was fake. He never went to any of his appointments, not once, and I suffered three times… Three.” Your tears never stopped, your eyes never leaving the emergency light at the top of the elevator. “They both cheered me on… Knowing how painful it was, knowing I could end up traumatized by it… while they fucked behind my back… The only two people I ever trusted, fully, in my whole life.”
Eddie was speechless, looking down at his feet with a pained frown in his eyebrows. His jaw was clenching from the anger of what you went through, of what they did to you, and because he was holding in the lump in his throat from the guilt that was brewing in his mind and his heart.
He now understood why you didn’t want to talk about your past, and it wasn’t because you were hiding, but because you wanted to start fresh. You wanted those memories gone, and he just got them out of your mouth, when you probably haven’t talked about them for the last year. He just made you spill that part of yourself that you tried so hard to conceal, and he did it in the most spiteful way.
In a way he doesn’t think he will forgive himself for.
“I–”
“Now do you understand why I don’t trust easily? Or are you still going to act like a self-entitled prick?” Eddie’s eyes shot up to see you no longer glaring at him, but with a much more pained look on your face. He was the last person you wanted to know about your past, about your pain, about your memories, and he got them out of you inside a stuck elevator.
Silence filled the air again as you both looked at eachother. Pained nothingness in your eyes while Eddie’s was filled with pained guilt. He clenched his jaw again, swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to clear it up a bit to try to talk again.
“I-I know this… won’t do–” He cut himself to bite his top lip and looked away from you but you could catch his eyes turning glossy, making you listen to him closely. “I’m sorry… for everything.”
You stared at him, for a long while. You were angry, pissed, enraged by the fact that the man in front of you tormented you for a whole year and even got your past out of your mouth, yet… There was a sense of relief now. Not with him, but within yourself. As if you had held your breath for too long and you could finally sigh it out.
“I don’t accept it.” You reply to him and he simply nods, still looking away from you. You looked down at your hands, feeling slightly defeated by him. You couldn’t help but feel weak now, feel completely vulnerable after giving him your story, which he probably will tell Robin about. Will she hate you for hiding it from her? Will everyone else think you are some poor girl that needs saving?
A shadow casted over you, making you frown slightly, turning your head up to see that Eddie had moved, now kneeling in front of you, looking at you with eyes that now could see you for who you were.
Strong.
“Finish it.”
“What?” You were baffled by his sudden words, frowning up at him.
“Finish what you intended that night. The night you tackled me.” Your eyes widened at that request, shaking your head slightly, looking at him as if he had gone crazy.
“What are you saying?”
“I deserve it and more. Finish what you intended that night.” He was opening himself up for you to take your anger out on him. You felt your whole body heat up, a burning sensation going towards your fingertips, and your chest flushing with the wave of anger exploding inside of it. You immediately kneeled in front of him and sent your right hand flying against his left cheek.
His head swung to the side, stinging him from the blow, but he couldn’t be mad. In fact, he knew he deserved it, and he deserved it that night. He now understands how hard it must have been for you to go on all those dates after what you went through. He now understands how hard it was for you to open up your heart again. He now understands that despite it all, you do tell Robin stuff, pouring yourself out to her.
He now understands. He now respects you, completely, entirely.
Your tears ran down your cheeks as you took a deep breath in and swung your other hand towards his right cheek, making his head swing to the other side now. Your hands were burning and stinging from the blows, but it had helped. It helped so much because Eddie Munson didn’t look like someone who would let himself be hit or be disrespected without consequences, yet he was giving himself out to you for you to hurt him.
To make him feel, how you felt whenever he said the word Worth.
Because that’s how you felt when it happened. Were you that worthless that they didn’t care about you? Were you not worthy enough to find love? Were you not worthy enough to find a family? Were you that worthless?
You were about to hit him again when realization hit you, your hand stopping mid air. But Robin… She loved you unconditionally, opened her arms for you despite you building walls around you. Jonathan had cared for you, even after rejecting him, and became a friend without any awkwardness between you two. Steve, Nancy and Argyle, they never once questioned you, never once left you aside or made you feel unwelcome.
They do that, despite your walls.
Do you deserve that?
Eddie was looking at your expression, your eyes darting back and forth as thoughts processed in your head. He could feel your uneasiness, your sadness, your pain, your uncertainty, but there was one thing he could see in yourself right now, and he wasn’t going to let you think about it, not for a single second.
“You’re not worthless.”
Your eyes widened and your head shot up to ask him how he could read your mind but then you were both thrown to the ground as the elevator started moving again, abruptly, shaking itself as it went up. Your hands had to grip his biceps for support and he had his own arms on your waist, pulling the both of you up from the ground. He held you until you could stabilize yourself and then pulled away from you. He clenched and unclenched his fists without much thought as he looked at you.
“You okay?” He asked and you looked up at him, seeing his reddened face because of your slaps and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight. He blinked as if you were insane and kept his eyes on you.
“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t know how we will explain our state to everyone else.” You say, knowing your makeup was running down your face, your nose was stuffed, your eyes were red from crying… He chuckles with you as the elevator dings that you both got into Nancy’s floor. He grabbed the bags, the same present, but from different people, and he handed one to you.
“We’ll think of something, Peach.”
As you stepped out of the elevator, you know something shifted at that step. It was as if you left something inside there, someone else, and it was time for it to go. Something has definitely changed, inside of you, and probably with the way you are with everyone else. And that’s when you came to a decision, because if you didn’t move on now, you never will.
Next thing tomorrow, you’ll tell Robin everything.
End of chapter 10
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A/N: As I mentioned, THIS STORY IS A NON TRADITIONAL OMEGAVERSE, most of the lore is created in my own head.
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Genshin Men in Bed (NSFW)(amab!reader)
What the men of Genshin would be like during sex~
Characters: Alhaitham, Arataki Itto, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Wriothesley, Zhongli
*CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT 18+*
1.8k words
Alhaitham
♡ Behind closed doors, this man will use you until you break
♡ He loves you very dearly but you have given yourself to him and he will take advantage of that
♡ Tieing you up so that your arms and legs are restrained just so he can toy with your body for hours
♡ He starts with his hands touching and grabbing every part of you avoiding the heat that is growing in between your legs
♡ Teasing you until you are begging for him
♡ Alhaitham drinks in the image of you completely powerless underneath him, begging for his mercy
♡ Slowly he brings his hand to where you need it and slowly beings to play with you
♡ Eye contact is big for him, he is very observant and wants to study the look in your eyes as you feel him enter inside you
♡ He will not let you cum unless you are looking into his eyes
♡ He likes it rough, leaving marks and bruises along your body
♡ They serve as reminders that you belong to him
♡ Big fan of having mirrors in the bedroom so you can make you watch as he fucks you
♡ Will pull your head back to make eye contact with him in the mirror
♡ “Look at what a mess you are for me”
♡ You get so flustered and embarrassed it's such a turn-on for him
♡ He loves to whisper things into your ear whether it is in public or in your home the blush that forms on your cheeks sends him into a frenzy
♡ Every reaction he has is calculated and planned, seeing you react so organically is intriguing
♡ He tests you to see your reactions, the gasp when he grabs you from behind, the look in your eyes as he places his hand around your neck, how you lay there intoxicated by pleasure after being played with for hours
Arataki Itto
♡ This man is very eager to please, wanting to make sure you are satisfied at all times
♡ He is a giant puppy ready to do whatever you tell him
♡ Arataki doesn’t have a preference for who’s in charge
♡ Having you behind him, your hand in his hair pulling as you thrust into him
♡ Watching as he struggles to still his hips from pushing back into you
♡ Hearing him beg you to let him fuck you and making him wait as you slowly roll your hips into his
♡ The whines he lets out are music to your ears
♡ When you do let him be in charge he will make sure you have trouble walking the next day
♡ Flipping you over so that you are on your back and bringing your legs to your chest as he pushes into you
♡ His strength keeps your legs in place as he begins a merciless pace into you
♡ Absolutely loves to go down on you
♡ Gets drunk on having you in his mouth
♡ Addicted to the way you taste, the way to say his name, the feeling of your fingers in his hair
♡ He loves having your cum all over his face making him a glistening mess
♡ Gets turned on when you start to buck your hips into him, using him to get yourself off
♡ He gets off to the thought of you using him for your own pleasure
♡ You make him watch as you stroke your length not letting him touch you
♡ His length growing hard as he watches your face contort in pleasure
♡ Just wants you to tell him he’s a good boy
♡ He is so eager to fuck you and make you proud of him
Neuvillette
♡ He wants to have control in the relationship
♡ Neuvillette wants to keep his work and his personal life separate and does his best to limit how often you visit him at work
♡ He becomes suspicious when you arrive in his office as he has told you coming here was for emergencies only
♡ You tell him that you were lonely and missed him and just wanted to be in his company
♡ All protests he held were dropped when you gave him a pleading look slightly tilting your head
♡ Doing his best to ignore you he goes back to his work as you wander around looking at the books and papers neatly placed around you
♡ You walk up behind him and start to massage his shoulders and he scolds you for distracting him
♡ Pouting at him and stating that you were just worried he was overworking himself, you go to turn away but he stops you grabbing your wrist and bringing you to sit on his lap
♡ With your back against his, Neuvillette takes your hips and moves your ass over his crotch making you feel his hardening length
♡ “If you act like a slut, you will be treated like one”
♡ He stands you up and bends you over his desk pulling your pants down and pulling your shirt off of you
♡ He begins to thrust into you letting the stress of his work be lost in the sound of your hips meeting
♡ Grabbing at your throat as he brings you to lean against him as he bites the skin of your neck
♡ Loves the pained moan you let out as his teeth sink into his skin
♡ After this, he begins to invite to his office more regularly
♡ Gets off on the idea of ravaging you on his desk
♡ Making a mess of something that is supposed to be so professional
Tartaglia
♡ Tartaglia loves to ruin you
♡ Make you beg for him, cry for him
♡ Having you under him unable to say anything besides his name
♡ Likes to see how many times he can make you cum before you give up
♡ Nothing is off limits with him but he heavily prefers to be the one in charge
♡ There’s just something about you being fucked stupid that draws him in
♡ Fantasies about what he wants to do with you every second he is away from you
♡ Very big on foreplay, wants to have you rock hard and dripping with precum before he fucks you
♡ He lays you on the bed with his thumb circling the head of your cock as he kisses down your neck
♡ Such a sweet start to a night filled with his using your body until he is satisfied
♡ He can last for hours having you on his cock not letting up in pace as you writhe beneath him
♡ Messes turn him on
♡ If your spit ran down your chin while you were gagging on his cock or if your hair really got messed up after fucking you this man would lose all senses
♡ It awakens a primal urge in him
♡ Loves to coat you in his cum
♡ On your face, your chest, your ass, your stomach
♡ Cream pies
♡ Seeing his cum dripping out of you fuels the fire in his chest
♡ He sees it dripping out and uses his fingers to fuck it back into you
♡ “That’s it take it like a good boy”
♡ Having you cum while his cum is inside of you is a wet dream come true for him
♡ Watching as your cum coats your lower stomach as he continues to fuck you
♡ Watching as a ring of his cum forms around the base of his cock as he thrusts into you
Wriothesley
♡ It goes without saying that you will be wearing his handcuffs at some point
♡ He likes to have them on you as he fucks you from behind holding onto them and using them to move your body with him
♡ Loves to have them on you when he sucks you off, knowing that you are somewhat restricted as he sucks on your length is a turn-on for him
♡ Into roleplaying, you being a criminal who has done some pretty bad things and Wriothesley being… himself… and punishing you by fucking you over his desk
♡ Much like Neuvillette, is turned on by the idea of ruining something that is supposed to be professional
♡ You have stopped wearing underwear when you go to visit him at work because you will be sitting on his desk with his hand stroking your cock within the first 10 minutes of being there
♡ Sometimes when he really has to get things done he will have you cockwarm him
♡ Simply sitting on his lap with his cock inside of you as he does his work, scolding you if you try to move your hips
♡ If you behave yourself he will reward you by letting you ride him during a break
♡ He loves to watch you get off on his cock, his gaze falling to where your bodies meet, seeing his cock be enveloped by your tight walls
♡ At home he likes to take his time with you, sex being a lot more caring and slow
♡ Likes to fall asleep after fucking you with his cock still in you
♡ He craves physical touch, so much of his life is violence that the loving touches he shares with you mean a lot to him
♡ Having you constantly on him is addicting to him
Zhongli
♡ Loves to tease you
♡ He finds you cooking in the kitchen and comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist
♡ You think he is being cute until you feel his hand at the waistband of your shorts
♡ You freeze waiting for his next move
♡ “Don’t stop my love, pretend I am not here”
♡ As you go back to your dish his hand dips down to between your legs
♡ Slowly he begins to play with your balls as he places soft kisses along your neck and shoulder
♡ You keep your focus as you add in ingredients trying your best to ignore his actions but the heat between your legs is growing and he feels it
♡ He takes your hardening length into his hand taking pride in the gasp you let out as he twists his hands as he strokes you
♡ Zhongli begins a brutal pace watching as your knuckles turn white around the spoon
♡ It takes everything in you to stir everything together but when he brings his hand to play with your nipple you can't help but drop the spoon and throw your head back to his chest giving in to the pleasure
♡ He laughs as he reaches in front of you to turn off the flame and then bends you over the counter
♡ Bringing your ass back to him, he lines himself up with your entrance
♡ “You couldn’t handle it? Hmm I suppose you don't get to cum then, pity”
♡ He brings you right to the edge and stops
♡ Seeing the look on your face as you try to move your hips against his brings his satisfaction
♡ Simply placing a kiss on your lips as he pulls out of you and fixes his clothing
♡ Leaving you to finish what you were doing
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Mistle-toeing
Warnings: fluff, a really annoying "i-don't-know-limits" man.
Word count: 4.5k
Disclaimer: this was the first lil thing I wrote about Angie. I do hope you enjoy it <3
Morning came and you groaned as your alarm rang and pulled you out of dreamland. You pulled your arm from under the covers and slapped it off, proceeding to stretch and swing your legs to the side of the bed, putting one foot in front of the other before opening the curtains and getting hit by the morning light.
You rubbed your eyes and blinked repeatedly as they adjusted to the light, getting ready for a much needed shower that’d finally wake you up. It was going to be a long, long, day, you thought, before stepping under the stream of warm water and letting your dreams wash away with it.
As you walked through the streets of Collinsport, you pulled on the brown, thick coat you wore, trying - and failing - to hide your nose from the cold so it wouldn’t turn rudolph red.
Quickly, you entered the building and shuddered at the change of temperature, ruffling your hair to get rid of the snow that had collected in it, and running your hands along your coat to clean it up from the little white particles that had stuck to it. Rubbing your hands together to warm them up a little bit, your eyes scanned the place.The sight was not the usual; and the energy felt different. A good kind of different.
The office was decorated all around, giving the usually white, clean, serious and cold surrounding, a cozier feeling. An elegantly decorated tree sat next to the coffee machine, which now had an addition of delicious ginger cookies on the counter, along with garlands up on the walls and some wreaths hanging in between them, finished with lights adorning the cubicles, everything strategically placed so it was a harmonious look. Funnily enough, everyone seemed just as surprised as you were. In the few months you’d been around, you had never heard of the office celebrating any kind of festivity, but, well… Here you were, with decorations along the office boxes, Christmas music playing in the background (you recognized Sinatra’s Let it Snow) and Nancy, Angie’s secretary (and your confidante) wearing a Santa hat. You guessed this was her making, and you couldn’t fathom how she had convinced Angie Bouchard to let this happen.
As you walked by Nancy, you waved shyly at her, mouthing a “Good morning, Nance” and receiving a big smile in return, followed by a wink - you didn’t get the reason for the last gesture, but you knew she always knew things you didn’t. To be honest… you were quite oblivious.
Absentmindedly walking towards your desk, the decorations distracted you from the pair of cobalt eyes following your every move, like a predator stalking its prey, silently, meticulously, and waiting until you had reached your designed space, still staring and assessing your reaction to the changes.
You dropped your leather bag on the desk unceremoniously and hung your coat on the chair, starting your computer to check for the new mails - but something felt off. A glimpse of red showed up on the corner of your eye, and you rapidly turned your head towards the salient colour. There was a gift sitting on your desk. You stared suspiciously at the neatly wrapped box that sported a ruby red colour, finished with a golden bow. No one in the office was too close to you, so this was quite the surprise. Carefully lifting the box while looking for the tag, you instead found a neat card that had your name elegantly written on it, alongside a small message;
“Y/N,
A little birdie told me you had been staring at these for quite some time.
I do hope you enjoy them thoroughly.
P.S., I see you’ve got good taste. Very nice choices.”
You turned the card around to find any kind of initial or name, but ended up with nothing. Saving the little card safely on your bag, you pulled on the ends of the ribbon and watched it fall lightly on the desk. The tips of your fingers grazed the red wrapping paper, feeling its soft texture and travelled down the softness of it until it met one of the seams; your nails picked on the scotch tape and lifted it, being meticulous enough so it wouldn’t tear.
After you pulled the box out, you kept trying to figure out what it could be. And when it opened, you had to bite your lower lip to keep the grin from taking over your whole face, yet still jumped up and down in your spot excitedly. Inside it there were two of the vinyls you had been looking at the store for the past two weeks, but always decided to not buy them just yet: Herbie Hancock’s Crossings, and Santana’s Caravanserai.
You were a huge music geek, and these were recently out. You looked around hoping to recognize something in someone’s eyes or expression, any tell-tale sign, but only found Nancy’s warm eyes; “Oh!” you exclaimed.
In one of your many conversations with Angie’s secretary, you had gushed about one of these two albums and how much you absolutely loved Christmas, considering it was big back at home. You set the vinyls back on the box and walked towards Nancy, but before you could open your mouth, she spoke without even drifting her eyesight from the computer screen.
“That was not me, dear.” You cocked an eyebrow up and a quizzical look took over your features. “Well - if it wasn’t you, then…” Nancy looked up at you and shrugged innocently. “I have no idea, darling. But they do seem to be paying attention to you.” With that, you decided to drop the topic and go back to work; god knows the secretary would not spill any more information. Jesus, this woman could get caught by the CIA and keep everyone’s secret’s safe, acting like she knew absolutely nada. And even when you tried to avoid your workload, you had a lot to catch up on. Yet, you found yourself looking back at the little card and reading it repeatedly during the day, smiling at the neat handwritten message.
The day passed by fairly quickly, and you were drained. Meetings, mails, getting ready for the end of the year at Angel’s Bay meant absolute mayhem, you learned. The thought of a warm cup of hot chocolate and a good Christmas movie under the warm covers of your bed, in the safety of your little flat made you yearn for the end of the shift, when you could finally relax. With that in mind, you finished typing the document you were working on and stood up from your chair, quickly making your way towards the coffee counter, eyes focused on the warm cups of chocolate that Nancy had just put down, turning towards you to gift you a soft, caring smile. You loved that woman to bits, and she knew you had been having a hard time lately. Christmas was not a day you were used to spending alone, so the thought of it had been taking a toll on you the past week. Of course, Nancy was constantly checking on you and doing small things to cheer you up - asking about your day and if you ate, to which you would roll your eyes playfully and answer while chuckling “Yes, mom”, or leaving candy canes on your desk, and now preparing your favourite thing ever; hot chocolate. She left the tray and kept walking forward towards her desk, which was right next to Angie’s office.
You grabbed the warm, white cup and the sweet smell of chocolate invaded your senses, bringing you the comfort you were looking for. There were small marshmallows on top as well, and you had to contain your excitement to avoid squealing like a little kid from the happiness it brought you.
While you were immersed in your hot chocolate cup, you didn’t realize who was walking towards you, until your personal space seemed to be awfully invaded by a strong cologne that reeked of musk - not the good kind. You don’t know what you despised the most; the smell or the person who came along with it.
Freaking Jack from the sales department. Another of the smug assholes who never took “no” for an answer, because his fragile ego could not take it. He’d been trying to get your attention since the first day you started working at Angel’s Bay, taking advantage of any situation he had to brag about himself - god, he was so full of himself. Today was not the exception. The rest of the girls in the office swooned over him; it was sort of like a Belle and Gastón kinda situation. Terrible, to say the least.
You heard him clear his throat and rolled your eyes before plastering the most fake smile you could manage, turning back to look at him.
“Jack.”
“Y/N, what a coincidence” Not.
“Yeah, well, considering we work on the same floor, I'd call it a very probable event.” You said, matter-of-factly. You knew he had spent the last 5 minutes looking around for you, and you actively avoided him. It’s not that you disliked him… No, no, it was that you disliked him. A lot.
He laughed forcibly at your statement, flashing you what should be considered a perfect grin, but instead came off as straight up weird. “Oh, aren’t you a funny one”
Realizing how close he was, you took a few steps back, and he followed suit, playing aloof while talking about his day, not bothering to ask you about yours, until you were standing in front of the tree, and very much cornered. You hugged the mug to your chest and felt it warm your skin up, looking around nervously, meeting Nancy’s eyes and praying she saw the apprehension in yours and came in to save you from this idiot, who wouldn’t stop talking.
Speaking of the devil, you saw a sharp, mischievous smile form on his lips, and you knew he had come up with some sort of plan to make you even more uncomfortable. He had his eyes glued to the ceiling, and for a moment you thought he had just… rebooted himself. Who knows.
Following Jack’s eyes, your own gaze sat on the pointy green leaves that accompanied the white, round fruit, delicately placed with a red bow over your heads. Of course you had to be standing under the one mistletoe that was up. You mentally facepalmed as soon as your mind registered the little plant, and you regreted every single decision that had taken you to this situation.
“Well, well, well… Seems like we have found ourselves under the mistletoe, my dearest y/n”. His voice lowered in an attempt to sound seductive, and it only made you want to smack the satisfaction off of his face. He grabbed the mug from your hands and left it back on the counter, not giving you a chance to speak before talking once again. “You know what it means. And it’s tradition, lovely y/n.”
You were at a loss for words as you felt his rough hands grab you by the waist and pull you against him, as your hands landed on his chest and you attempted to keep him away.
“Jack - this is not funny. Back off, please.”
The rest of the office had started speaking in whispers and hushed laughs, presencing Jack’s shenanigan as if it were nothing but a simple joke. They watched amused, except for two pairs of eyes. One belonging to Nancy, of course, and the other cobalt blue pair throwing daggers with her eyes, ready to strike.
“As I said, it’s tradition, y/n. Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill. I promise you’ll like it.” He said smugly, while leaning in.
You were so lost in thinking about what to do and how to kick the man and get away from his grubby hands, you didn’t even listen to the faint clicking of heels that had sent the whole office scrambling back to their desks and work, as well as the cold silence that had taken over. You could only hear your own blood pumping in your ears, until the clicking of the heels stopped. And Jack’s face looked like he had seen a ghost.
“Such a pretty face stuck on the body of a useless man. If I were you, I would leave this instant. That is, if you wish to keep your hands.” Her words seethed with venom, eyes shining brightly and sporting a menacing look, alongside an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on dancing on her deep blue orbs. Was it hatred? Jealousy? No, it couldn’t be. She stared at his hands grabbing your waist, which were quickly dropped and followed by an amount of excuses Angie was clearly not interested in listening to.
“Listen up, boy. You better gather your things immediately and leave the building within the next 10 minutes, or you’ll suffer a much, much terrible destiny. Your reputation is already ruined as it is.” She spoke without paying mind to the man, now a stuttering mess, who left the moment she had gone silent.
You dreaded the thought of being on his spot… Until you realized you were next. “Shit.” You said quietly, breathing deeply and getting as ready as you could to confront the upcoming interaction.
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A fucking mistletoe. A single piece of dangly fruit that hung over your head, reminding you of the promise it brought, mocking you with its gentle swaying. You swore that if it could talk, it’d laugh at you. One little mistletoe that had gotten you in this mess.
“Fuck - fuck fuck fuck” you thought, as your eyes tried to set on anything but the alluring woman in front of you, her red, full, pouty lips, the defined jawline and high cheekbones, the softness of her porcelain-like skin, the intensity of her cobalt eyes that added to that ethereal, almost unrealistic look - no, nope. Stop. Stop thinking about it.
You didn’t even need to look at her. Instead, your eyes were glued to the floor, which suddenly became extremely interesting. Your gaze set on anything and everything it could. You probably never payed this much attention to the rugs before, but you had decided the best idea was to count every single damn thread in it, if it meant you could avoid the situation. Still, the air seemed to thicken, and you could feel the wicked smile setting on her ruby red lips as she looked at what hung over your heads, completely understanding what it meant. Suddenly, you felt hot under that piercing stare that turned your cheeks bright red and made the shirt you were wearing feel a tad bit too tight.
The way your name left her lips made you feel like your knees had turned to liquid, and you swore they buckled slightly. Her voice was all that was tempting in this world - sultry, velvety tone, honey-dripping. Christ, even the foulest of words would feel like a damn poem coming out of her mouth. You could only imagine what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your name leaving her lips with passion and lust. And god, you wanted to hear that prayer repeatedly. You only thought of worshipping her.
Your thoughts didn’t matter anymore - there was simply no way you’d get more flustered. She repeated your name, two, three times, before grabbing your chin in between her thumb and index finger, softly raising it, forcing you to redirect your eyes back up. You peered up at her through your eyelashes, as she dropped her hand and pushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Your lips parted at the glimpse of her features, the same features that had flooded your dreams countless times. An almost inaudible sight left your mouth, and you wanted to convince yourself she had not noticed; but you knew she did, she always did. Her right eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, and there was the ghost of a pleased smile on her lips, before she spoke again and broke the obvious ogling you had going on.
Your throat felt dry and you cleared your throat to avoid the crack of your voice, because the last thing you needed was to falter in front of the one and only Angie Bouchard.
“I’m beginning to think the floor is much more interesting than listening to me, y/n. I did not know I could be so uninteresting.” She said in a scolding manner, yet there was a tint of playfulness that bathed the statement.
That was the last drop you needed, and like a dam breaking, your words spilled out quickly, without a single thought behind them. You just needed to say something.
“I - I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t know there was a mistletoe and I don’t really know who put it up here but I just wanted a cup of hot chocolate and, well, you know, Jack arrived too and - I am very aware of the rules but it… it wasn’t like that I promise, I - why is there a mistletoe there? I swore it wasn’t when I got here!” your nervousness expressed itself on rambling, speaking without even taking a breath, while Angie watched clearly amused at your nervousness. She tilted her head to the left and her soft blonde hair followed the motion, falling over her shoulder until it set properly. She let out a soft chuckle that echoed in the floor, as everyone watched the exchange with curious eyes. The realization of the scene made you shut your eyes with shame and sigh defeatedly.
You didn’t know if she was about to have your head on a platter and fire you in front of everyone, scold you as if you were a five year old brat, or just leave without saying another word.
And you didn’t know what option was worse. But in between the plethora of scenes and options you ruminated, the upcoming one was definitely not in the books.
“So, tell me, did you like your gift?” She said, redirecting the conversation. You paused and narrowed your eyes at her. “Gift? What gift - wait. That was you?” Your voice had shown more shock than you would’ve liked to, but to be fair, it was pretty damn shocking.
Angie smiled, pleased with herself and your reaction, nodding once. “I had a little help, but someone told me this festivity is quite the big deal for you…” You shook your head and recovered the words you’d been missing. “I loved it. You didn’t have to, boss.”
She rolled her eyes and softened her gaze. “Drop the formalities, darling, you can call me Angie. And I’m glad you liked it. Nancy worked hard on the decorations of the floor.”
Of course the secretary was in all of this. You giggled and hid your face in your hands, shaking your head side to side. “A little birdie, huh? So it was Nancy.”
“Well, she told me about one of the albums, and the hot chocolate. Technically, there were two little birdies. The owner of the shop told me how much time you spent there looking at Santana’s vinyl. I didn’t need to do much, one stare and the information was there, willing and able.” She shrugged unapologetically before speaking up once more. This time, the timing of her words was slower, more thought out, and felt very private. She lowered her voice and inched closer to you, the mistletoe still dancing over your heads. And you were far too aware of it, your eyes travelling up quickly, before locking back with Angie’s.
“As for the Christmas decorations… You do get loud when you speak about something you like, don’t you know that? Whether it's music, festivities, or… people.” The last word made your blood run cold and the smile dissipate from your lips - her voice dropped and seemed to be impossibly attractive, but all you could think about was the fact that Angie found out about your crush. Detail, big fat detail: your crush on her.
Considering how many times you had spoken to Nancy about your admiration for Angie, and how every single one of those times she’d tease you -“Wipe the drool from off your face, y/n” she’d lean in and whisper- either for how you couldn’t stop smiling when speaking about the blonde enchantress, how your eyes lit up when she passed by (and how you’d get flustered every single time) or for every time you looked at her a little too long, you mentally scolded yourself for doing it in front of her office. Not the smartest of moves if you’re trying to keep it a secret.
“I - Oh.” She nodded softly and repeated your words “Yes, oh.”
The silence fell heavy between you, and the energy shifted into a tense, addicting feeling. You were sure you could feel electricity surging between both of you, and you definitely didn’t miss Angie’s eyes looking up at the mistletoe. “Ah, the infamous mistletoe. Shouldn’t we honour the tradition, then?” Her voice seemed impossibly seductive, and you were sure this is how mermaids had to speak - it was far too enticing, far too consuming.
She inched closer and snaked her arm behind your waist, pulling you in, hips snug against each other. You felt the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest, synchronizing your own breathing to hers. The proximity made you extremely nervous, and you kept breathing in her perfume, that intoxicating scent that made your brain go into overdrive and your heart beat faster. Your eyes followed the outline of her lips and marvelled at the way the light and shadow mixed and hit them, making them look even better. The lights of the tree twinkled softly and reflected on her eyes, which transformed them into the most beautiful starry sky; a universe in its own. You had gotten lost in the thought of them countless times, and here you were, staring right at them, feeling completely vulnerable and transparent, like she could read your mind.
Her right hand travelled up to your neck, thumb, index and middle finger pressing softly on each side of it as it looked for your pulse points, not leaving the spot once they had found it. You were inches apart, and as if the teasing was already not enough, she gently pressed the first kiss on the corner of your mouth, moving to the other side, doing the same thing before putting some distance between both. “Is this okay?” She said softly. You could barely nod, absolutely immersed in the situation.
After your confirmation, she brushed your lips against hers before pressing them softly. You wanted to remember every sensation, the plump feeling of your lips against her, the softness of her mouth, the intoxicating scent, her electric touch. You felt her hands grab your waist and press down, her nails digging in your skin with just the right amount of pressure, and you relaxed against the kiss.
Angie lightly slid her tongue across your bottom lip as if asking for permission, which you dutifully granted. You drew a deep, staggered breath at the surge of sensations and the heat you felt coursing your whole body. The kiss grew intense as she sucked on your lips and a shallow hum escaped her, completely pleased at the feeling she evoked on you and how you felt.
She tasted like a sweet, addicting nectar. And right then and there, you knew there was nothing you’d crave more in your life. Nothing that felt more right than this. Her body responded to yours and they moulded perfectly together, your primal needs clawing its way to the surface, and begging, begging you to not let her go. And so, your hands locked behind her slender neck, pulling her impossibly closer. They moved towards her face and caressed her cheek softly.
You swore you could feel your heart push through your chest as Angie’s left hand left your waist, which immediately missed the pressure and warmth of her touch, travelling through your upper body to set roots on top of your fastly beating heart. You felt so alive - and she felt it too, smiling through the kiss at the amount of power she held over your fragile heart, knowing, deeply knowing, you were hers. Her nails raked over your heart as she bit down on your lower lip and growled, “mine”. And there was simply no way you could ever contradict that statement, for the woman had been the owner of your heart since the moment you set eyes on her.
The tidal wave of lust that had washed over both of you slowly started to set once you parted from the kiss to allow air into your burning lungs. Still dazed from the experience, you were sure you’d wake up from the dream at any given second. Angie’s thumb still ran across your lips reassuringly, her pupils blown wide, black against cobalt blue with shimmering lights reflecting from the tree. All danger, adventures and strong desire, a reckless sea, a new odyssey - and with all the trouble it might come, you knew it was absolutely worth it.
Exhaling and taking a step back from you - which made you miss her warmth immediately - the blonde woman intertwined your fingers with hers, squeezing your hand before looking back at the rest of the office, which had seen the exchange and were staring slack-jawed.
“I do not like it when people touch things that belong to me. Good thing I put up that mistletoe and everyone knows who you belong to, now.” She winked at you, and before you could open your mouth to protest, shut you up by pressing one last soft kiss to your lips. Angie hummed in approval while assessing the messy red tint on your mouth; her work made her chest fill with pride, before wiping the red stains from your mouth as best as she could, although she liked the view, the mark she’d left on you. Somehow hers didn’t seem messy at all.
Before you realized, Angie was walking towards your desk, pulling you along with her, ignoring the staring and whispers. Confused, you followed like a lost puppy. Honestly, you’d go anywhere she took to you, without thinking about it.
“Grab your things, darling. We’re not done yet.” She purred.
You were completely entranced, and stumbled over your desk to grab your things, as she stared amused at your clumsiness. Once you had your coat, bag and gift, you looked at the muse in front of you and waited for instructions. She went into her office and gathered her purse and car keys, before saying goodbye to Nancy. You did the same thing, earning a sly smile from the old lady behind the computer.
“Take the rest of the day, Nancy. Go enjoy it with your family.” Angie said, sauntering towards the door with a hand possessively set on your waist. You were sure you’d faint if she kept this going.
“Well, dear. What is it that we’re going to do to enjoy our first Christmas together?” She spoke while turning the car on. You held onto those words like a promise, like an oath, and giggled at the thought of what a little plant could do.
#angelique bouchard#angelique bouchard one shot#angelique bouchard x reader#dark shadows#dark shadows one shot#angie bouchard#angie bouchard x reader#eva green#eva green fanfic#fanfiction
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oh good gods pls your luciferian hcs made me YELL they’re so good lmao i was side eyeing my altar and space for lucifer the WHOLE TIME
do you think you could do a part two? and if possible, nsfw? if not thats more than okay!! thank you and i hope you’re doing so good!!!
🕷️anon
Absolutely 🕷anon! AND LMAO YEAH I COULD FEEL HIM SIDE EYEING ME ACROSS THE ROOM AS I WROTE THESESGSHSJS asking the old man “why are you like this” whenever lucifer in game does something corny😭 ik he’s sick of me
Lucifer:
- Okay so since part 1 was when you arrived this will be more about day to day life in the next term
- Right off the bat I’m imagining minor petty spats that the other brothers are like…. Wtf is going on here
- Like y’all have been glaring across the table at one another for 30 mins and haven’t spoken a word
- WAY more picky w offerings lmao
- Is literally going to be super extra about it for no reason other than to bother you
- For example! When you give an offering to oshun( African orisha they’re like the HR in the heaven department just above the angel hierarchy) you have to eat a little first bc she was poisoned once so it’s like to show you’re in good faith
- Lucifer will ask you to do that w food you don’t like
- “Eat some”
- “I got this for you-“
- “And I want you to taste some😌”
- “….. do I really I have to???”
- “Are you telling me what to do w MY offering🤨”
- MAKE FUN OF HIM PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY!!
- A lot of people ( white peoples I fear😔) be talking about he only accepts blood offerings and you have to sell your soul or whatever and stuff but literally this man will be giddy over a red candle w gold glitter
- Write all your assignments in sparky pen so when he looks at them he can’t hold back a smile
- As a joke you leave crystals associated with him in his coat pockets but he will never take them out
- Congratulations you played ya self
- You doing the stuff you do for him out of habit will fluster him if you say it
- “Why are you waking up so early to get ready?”
- “Hm? For Lucifer”
- “No im not gunna drink this tea it’s an offering🙄”
- Please don’t tell his brothers he will lock himself in his office💀
- Whenever you google “what can I do for Lucifer” 9/10 the first thing will be taking care of yourself
- So when your self caring w asmo and you go “oh I do this bc Lucifer likes it”
- The house will expose in chaos
- Mammon demanding you tell him your card numbers “for him” LMAO
- They’re all super jealous
- Gotta tell em its nothing personal he’s just always been there for you
- Whew if he reached out to YOU?
- The silence in the house REAL LOUD😭
- Belphegor waking up and going “ik you fucking lying!!!”
- You’re all confused like???
- “…..you said Lucifer… reached out to YOU?”
- “??????yeah????”
- “As in… he ASKED you to work with him?”
- “Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about his name and he showed up on my door one day”
- Lmao belphie and mammon are the LOUDEST FR
- “YOU CHOSE A HUMAN?? MR I HATE HUMANS BECAUSE THEYRE WEAK??📸”
- OH SO THERES MORE THAN ONE FAKE BITCH IN THIS HOUSE HUH?”
- lmao he’s sitting there red faced clenching his fist like
- “Listen I can explain”
- He cannot explain😭
- Can’t even say he did it on a whim
- “He really picked me up like a wet cat lmao”
- “Mc I am literally begging you to shut the FUCK up”
- Oh maaaaan diavolo will get a Kick out of this!!
- Solomon is very salty
- “But I can’t get a pact😒😒”
- He’s literally going to double down and bother him more
- “Lucifer you never told me you were taking on disciples🥺”
- “I didn’t think it was that important lord diavolo simply to pass the time”
- Simeon is laughing but internally having the feels bc he’s like 🥹 “even after all this time you still choose to be a guardian angel”
- Will tell you embarrassing stories about him he is now super close to you
- “Lucifer being the lords favorite was also the best one at singing👀 he loved music”
- That’s tru btw lmao Lucifer was like one of the angels who liked singing the most thats what makes humans and angels so alike- love for music and dancing-
- Call him your morning star and he MELTS
- Back to why were really here😌
- Call him that during sex or when you first wake up and he’s on cloud nine
- FUCK HIM DURING GOLDEN HOUR🗣🗣
- He’s literally he rises in the morning for a reason!!
- He will deadass purpose bc imagine riding him as the sun stars peaking over the horizon
- He’s under you moaning looking up at you w the most glazed over love struck eyes
- The sun filtering through the window and hitting him juuuuuuuust right
- That it looks like he has a halo again
- Breathlessly calling your name as you grind down on him
- He barely manages to get out that he’s close before you caress some of his hair out of his face
- “Cum for me then my Morningstar”
- Time freezes for like 16 seconds and his eyes are getting teary
- He hugs you close as he starts rutting his hips into you harder
- Will cum and keep going until he’s about to pass out
- Holding you like a lifeline
- When you can finally breathe and think straight he pulls you in for a kiss
- Literally stealing your breath away
- Will say I love you in the most honest voice ever while smiling at you with teary eyes
- probably won’t stop touching you all day might as well just spend it in bed
-is embarrassed by body worship calling it now
- be HE can do that but if YOU sink to your knees behind his desk and hold eye contact he’s getting nervous
-“just showing my devout gratitude💕”
- embarrassed how fast he finishes
- if you keep doing to overstimulate him he’s putty in your hands
- this man is very soft he will crack at the slightest sign of domestic romance
- bring him coffee when he wakes up?
- he’s already selected a wedding venue
- I always thought it would be cute if he gave you his ring
- HILARIOUS IF HE DOSENT TELL YOU LMAO
- You swing by the celestial realm and it’s crickets and you’re like ??? Fuck is y’all starring at??🤨
- Simeon hums and says that nobody expected lucifer to get married much less to a human. How he was never one to put anything above his responsibilities
- Excuse me?
- “You’re wearing the right of light,yes? He doesn’t just give that to anyone dear. You two are bonded for life now🥰”
- “HELLO????”
#🕷️ anon#my writing#obey me#x black reader#obey me x black reader#x black!reader#lucifer obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#om lucifer#lucifer avatar of pride#lucifer smut#lucifer x reader#obey me nightbringer#obey me scenarios#om lucifer x reader#lucifer x mc#witchy reader#hehehe#love thinking about soft sex w him sometimes#bc he’s so full of emotions and locks that shit away so much#but you’re able to get him to drop the act#catch me crying in the club
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Oh hey look it's the longest fucking post I'll ever make
Proxy Headcannons
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General Headcannons:
All of them hate Slender but literally can't do anything about it cause he controls them
Everyone hates Tim but love Brian
Toby is a gremlin
Individual Headcannons (Masky/Tim):
"Oh I'm a whore for red velvet cake" "Yeah, Tim you say that everytime we go get cake"
Smells like cologne and cigarettes
Tired 24/7
Probably hates Slender the most out of all of them
Loves Five Guys a lot for some reason
"Uh, half of y'all have criminal records and the other half are supernatural creatures, no shit Slender won't let y'all work"
Says "y'all" a lot even though he's not southern (me too tho)
Cannot stand county music
A metalhead
Coffee addict
Calls people nicknames sometimes (example: Kate;Katie, Lulu;Lu, Lazari:Lazii, Kate:Katester)
"Ow? My ass?? What the hell, Katie????"
Speaks 4 languages
Can't stand Jeff
"You smell like cigarettes and it's really repulsive" "Okay?? You smell like weed, shut up"
Kicks ass at Mario Kart Wii
Also kicks ass at Wii Sports
Individual Headcannons (Hoodie/Brian):
"I pay for all of you guys' food so I don't think you get to say anything"
Is always either in his room or out at the store
Disappears for literally months and then comes back like nothing happened
Low-key has a (b)romance with Tim
Babysits Sally
A swiftie
Really likes Hits Different
Assigns people random emojis to their names
Examples are Tim(🚬), Toby(👹), Kate(🥺), Jeff(🔪)
Plays visual novels in secret
Not really though, cause Slender knows
Really good friends with Jane and her wife
Doesn't like how itchy his mask is
Wants to run Offender over with a car
Individual Headcannons (Toby):
Screams Taylor Swift lyrics at people who piss him off (*cough cough* Tim *cough cough* ex; "LET'S FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER" "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU RODGERS??")
Also blasts music at ungodly hours
Heavily annoyed that Tim is the only one that Slender trusts to help with his tic attacks
Heard Jeff snort crack once and now that noise is a tic of his
Names his hatchets
"oh no"s randomly
Threw an egg at Slender once
Screams the lyrics to the songs he listens to
Has a collection of shiny things he's stolen from his victims
Honks (goose or car, you decide)
5'8"
Ate glue on multiple occasions
Didn't even notice it was glue actually until Brian told him
Tastes Jane's candles (she gets very upset at this)
Bites people
Forgets he chewed the side of his mouth off and gets shocked when he looks in the mirror
Rare whisper boy
His grandparents taught him German and now he has an accent and everything
Drew on all of his Converse
Perches on the stair railing
Sleeps in the starfish position
Individual Headcannons (Kate):
Also draws on her Converse
Draws everyone and everything
Painted most of the pictures Slender has in his office
Helps Toby collect shiny things
Hunches over like the hunchback of Notre Dame whenever she's doing something
Her back hurts constantly
Mapped the house so she wouldn't get lost
Whisper girl
Pierced her nose by herself (and made a huge fucking mess)
Let's Sally do her makeup
Slaps Tim's ass everytime he walks past her
Eats crayons on purpose
Vomits each time though
Has a large vinyl collection
And a Funko pop collection
Uses "🥺" unironically
Can ice skate
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta hcs#hcs#headcanons#headcanon#ticci toby#tim wright#kate the chaser#brian thomas#hoodie#masky#creepypasta hoodie#creepypasta masky#slender proxy#proxy#proxy headcannons
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Izuku Midoriya has the worst music taste EVER. You had to hook him up bc bro was over here listening to that classical 1800s shit. 🤦🏽♀️
As his personal assistant you felt it was only right to help him. “Mr. Deku I-” you paused bc he was swaying his head to some classical music.
“um sir.. what kind of music are you listening to..?” He opened his eyes and smiled at you, “just something I Cannot Stop Twinkling recommended for me.”
Jeez. This is actually trash. He’s the number one pro hero and he’s listening to this..?
“Sir, I hope you don’t mind me saying this.. but this music sucks. And as you PA I think it’s my job to help you find a more suitable genre.” You say setting down his papers.
“What’s wrong with the music?” He asks.
“It’s not your style, sir.” You say to him.
“I told you not to call me sir when it’s just the two of us, darling” he changes the subject. You would have almost fallen for it but if you’re going to keep dating the number one pro hero then he can’t be listening to this.
“Do you not hear any of the music I listen to when we’re home?” You asked and walked over to turn off that horrendous music.
“I do sometimes..” he says, you watch as he manspreads and leans into his office chair.
“We have the duo Spotify plan for a reason. I’m going to get you to listen to my music.”
And after awhile he started to listen to your music while training, working, showering, etc…
You were cooking breakfast one morning and he was humming Sweater Weather while grabbing the orange juice. He didn’t have a shirt on so you could see all the scars that littered his back.
“I’m glad I fixed your musical tastes.” You mention with a giggle and he makes his way over to you to tickles your sides.
“Me too. I’ve started discovering what I like through your music.” His smile was big and you were a laughing mess.
“Not while I’m cooking breakfast, Izu” you scold playfully.
He shrugs those well built shoulders of his. “I’ll tickle my baby anytime I want.”
#deku x reader#midoriya izuku#midoriya x reader#izuku x reader#pro hero deku#izuku midoriya#midoriya headcanons#deku headcanons#deku#deku fluff#I’m bored so I wrote this#drabble#fluff
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Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding | Beelzebub x Reader
1k Words | GN! Reader | CW: literally none
Beelzebub hummed excitedly as you walked through the city. So many different smells of special holiday food he could only get this time of year. His mouth was watering so much you’d brought a handkerchief and hidden his smile with a scarf so people didn’t become too concerned.
His stomach growled so loudly a few pedestrians heard it over the blaring car horns and Christmas music playing over the speakers. They looked around in concern which only attracted more attention so you sighed and relented.
“Okay, which restaurant is next on the list?” You asked him and he licked his lips and checked his D.D.D.
“Mmm…this one! No…this one, or maybe….I can’t choose,” he pouted and you patted his back.
“I’ll make sure we get to all of them but choose one for right now.”
He nodded and looked around. He held his nose in the air and his footsteps quickened. You had to lightly jog to keep up with him as he followed his nose to a Chinese restaurant.
He planted his feet firmly in front of the door and waited for you to catch up. He held your hand and excitedly walked through the door.
It was a small place with only a few seats but you preferred the tucked-away places to the crowded restaurants.
You took off your scarves and waved to the staff who told you to sit wherever you wanted.
Beelzebub read through the menu quickly and decided on what he wanted.
“Aren’t you going to order anything?” He asked, concerned and you shook your head.
“This is the fifth eatery in two hours, I can’t eat anymore, not even a snack.”
He nodded but frowned, hoping to share the experience with you so when the food came out you relented and ate the complimentary fortune cookies.
“Choose a hand,” you told him and he pointed to the left without hesitation. “Okay, the left one will be your fortune today.”
He smiled and couldn’t wait to hear it. “Your lucky numbers are 8, 23, 12, 17 and 9. Your fortune is, ‘You are in for a pleasant surprise.’ Well, that seems good.”
“Let me read yours,” he insisted and you handed him the paper without peaking.
He grinned and repeated your numbers, “11, 5, 97, 44, and 12. Hey, we have a number in common,” he beamed. “And your fortune is…’Your ability to juggle many tasks will take you far’…”
“Ain’t that the truth,” you sighed. A sorcerer’s apprentice, master of seven demons, and a RAD student council officer were just a few of the current titles you had to keep up with. They were a great honor but they did take a toll. That’s why days like today when you could relax and spend time with your boyfriend were so important to you, especially with the hectic holiday schedule.
You finished up at the Chinese restaurant and in a few minutes, his stomach rumbled again and this time you found yourself watching Beelzebub scarf down a pile of waffles and have his picture taken and put on the wall as a record holder. He’d gotten the meal for free since he won the challenge. Maybe that had been the pleasant surprise, but just as that ended you were in for another one.
As you turned the corner you nearly ran right into Luke who was carrying a bag of goodies.
Beelzebub instinctively reached for them and you held his hand to deter him.
“Oh! Beel, ___ what are you guys doing here?”
“Food,” Beel responded quickly, beginning to drool.
Luke looked at his bag and back at Beel and shook his head, “No way. This is my special figgy pudding, I’m bringing it to the Angel’s Halo.”
“Figgy pudding?” Beel asked, his eyes sparkling.
You saw the look in his eyes and mouthed “run” to Luke who obeyed and took off. Beelzebub tried to follow but you slowed him down and pushed him into a tiny vegan restaurant.
Beelzebub was pleasantly surprised with the taste of everything but as soon as he was done he went right back to tracking Luke and his fabled figgy pudding.
Luke had made it to the café safely by then so you didn’t try to stop Beelzebub this time, you only hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed.
The door chimed and Simeon’s smile welcomed you both as you left the cold and sat at the counter taking off your scarves and gloves.
“Welcome,” Simeon greeted you both sweetly.
“Hell-duck?” Beelzebub drooled.
Simeon shook his head, disappointed, “not even close…”
Beelzebub looked disappointed when he could no longer catch of whiff of figgy pudding. He stared at Luke who let out an eep and hid in the kitchen.
Beelzebub pursued him, followed by yourself and Simeon.
“W-Wait!” Luke shouted as he stirred something in a bowl.
Beelzebub tilted his head to the side anxiously.
You hugged Beelzebub’s arm and handed him a chocolate bar you’d concealed with magic. His eyes lit up again and he was distracted enough for Luke to explain.
“Simeon liked the pudding so I’m making more, you can have some when it’s ready,” he promised and Beelzebub grinned ear to ear.
You sat Beelzebub back at your table and played footsie with him beneath the table while Simeon brought out your hot chocolate, bagels, cinnamon rolls, and a while pumpkin pie.
“Simeon is the best isn’t he?” Beelzebub said with his mouth full. Normally you didn’t like when someone spoke with his mouth full but thankfully Beelzebub never smacked his lips, his mouth was too full for that. So instead you smiled and wiped the crumbs from his mouth.
Beelzebub smiled and leaned into your touch. For a moment things were peaceful even though the food was gone but the peace was broken when Luke brought you both some figgy pudding to try.
“Enjoy! I promise it actually tastes really good.”
Beelzebub proceeded to inhale it, shocking Luke. “H-Hey! How are you even going to know what it tastes like if you do that?”
“More please,” Beelzebub requested and you shook your head. You got a spoonful of the pudding and held it up for Beel who smiled and ate from the spoon. He hummed and licked his lips.
“Mmm! This is really good, Luke! It’s even better when you feed it to me, ___.”
“D-don’t talk like that! I’m right here, y’know?” Luke protested.
Beelzebub ignored him and instead made a request, “Will you bring us some more figgy pudding?”
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