#not even to her face... i just said that it was kinda ironic that she is now in therapy considering the shit she put my mom through for me
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RID 15 verse. A shy girl (around Sideswipes age in Earth years) has a MASSIVE crush on Sideswipe since he saved her from a kidnapping attempt. She's a delicate, princess-like (in a good way, she grew up rather sheltered) human whose fashion and aesthetic is pastel/cute core and wants to explore outside of her overprotective elder sister's (BB's future s/o) limits, and empathizes with Sideswipe due to that. Sideswipe really likes her too but doesn't think she'd want someone like him for obvious reasons but doesn't realize that they are both pining for each other(No official confessions yet!)
She's inspired to be more assertive and bolder thanks to him and he tries to slow down (a LITTLE.) for her. They go on joyrides together and she just absolutely has the time of her life every time!
Can the scenario just be them just going on one of said joyrides together in the quarry and they're bonding? (SFW pls!)
TF:RID 15 Sideswipe x human!fem!reader
for some reason I had 'The Night Is Still Young' by Nicki Minaj in my head while I wrote this, and it kinda suits tbh
anyway, sorry for the long wait! my first time writing for Sideswipe too, and I hope I did your request some justice
Warnings: None, sfw, small mention of mild past trauma
Word count: 1,187
"Woohoo!" You giggle in delight, sticking your head out the window as Sideswipe zooms around the quarry, kicking up plumes of dust behind him. The echo of his engine and his chuckles reverbing off the cliffs above you.
It was just the two of you, and you prefer it that way. No overprotective sister, no one nagging in your ear constantly, and most importantly, no limits. The only limit is how hard Sideswipe can put his accelerator on the floor, which you've learned is never enough.
"You better hold onto something, Y/n-" Sideswipes Autobot symbol lights up on his steering wheel before it jolts to the side, and he slams on the brakes.
He drifts near a wall, nearly throwing you onto the other side of his cab if it weren't for the seatbelt that fits too snuggly around your waist. You laugh in delight; a real belly laugh as your hands grip his dashboard as he proceeds to do doughnuts.
"Heheh," Sideswipe's laugh trails off, his engine humming softly, "How's that for a joyride, huh?"
Sideswipe chuckles with you, spinning around and around as much as his momentum can spin him, listening to your giggles and eyeing the toothy grin on your face. He eventually comes to a stop, his spark growing warm at the pure happiness you exude. How happy he makes you.
You giggle breathlessly, a hand running through your wind-swept hair as the adrenaline dissipates from you.
"Yeah, whew! That was so much fun!" You brush your white plaid skirt out, ironing the kinks with your hands once you brush your hair back in place.
"Yeah?" Sideswipe teases, revving his engine a little, "We gotta do this more often, Princess."
A slight blush graces your face at his pet name for you, turning your face away so he doesn't see.
The thing is, you've had a relatively large crush on the red speedster for a long time. The nickname 'Princess' was a name he had jokingly given you when he had unexpectedly saved you from getting snatched up by some random gang in Crown City, and you were definitely not strong enough to fight them off.
Though you were scared for your life at that moment, the least scariest part of that night was when the giant robot swooped in to scare them off. A knight in metallic armour, unironically. Since then, even after he had offered you and your (against her better judgment) older sister a place for protection under secrecy from the rest of the world, the nickname stuck.
Though, you don't know if it's because he likes to tease, or if it's because he likes you. He couldn't possibly want a human that way, could he? A question you have stewed on for a long time and always think about in the most inappropriate moments to be in your thoughts. Like right now.
"Hey, you alright, Princess? Didn't scare you too much, did I?" Sideswipe drags you from your thoughts, and he watches as you blink a few times, returning to the present.
"Yeah, I'm alright." You bite your lip softly, your fingers playing with the cuffs of your oversized pastel pink hoodie, "Just...thinking."
Sideswipe eyes of your fidgeting, a telling sign from you that you're nervous or getting a bit too shy. A quality that he finds exceedingly adorable in you, but he keeps it to himself to avoid crossing your boundaries. He sneakily gazes at you with his rearview mirror, taking in the soft red hue on your cheeks, how your hair falls on your shoulders like a waterfall, and how you bite your lip.
He also can't help but admire you and your cute outfits; he thinks it makes you unique. However, he wishes that you weren't so bound by your older sister, who he thinks can be a pain in the glute servos sometimes. To see you be able to be yourself around him, even just a little bit, makes his spark sing.
He realises he's staring a bit too much, not to mention the silence that falls upon both of you, and he clears his vocaliser.
"About what? If that's okay with you, of course." Sideswipe speaks up, his curiosity getting the better, always wondering what goes on in that little head of yours.
"Just," You blush a little more, either out of shyness or because you can feel his staring, "Just about how we met... do you remember?"
"Are you kidding?" Sideswipe chuckles softly, the warm vibrations sweeping through you, "How could I forget!"
In what seems like two seconds, Sideswipe transforms. Hydraulics and mechanics whirring around you until you sit on his palm, "How I scared off those humans to save you? It was pretty awesome if I say so myself." He poses heroically.
After you had controlled your dizzyness from being thrown around a little, though you're pretty used to it now, you arch a brow at him. Not entirely impressed with his display but secretly amused.
Sideswipe peers an optic down at you before he sheepishly brings you closer to his face, "Sorry, I understand that night wasn't a good memory for you," He brings his other servo to rub the back of his helm.
You nod your head, "It's okay," A hand rubs at your arm, "You're not wrong... but..."
"But what?" Sideswipe tilts his helm at you, an action which you find pretty endearing.
"I... uh... got to meet you, at least." You smile softly at him, your heart beating a little when you feel his thumb press against your back.
The red speedster can't hide the soft hue of blue that forms on his faceplates, not when you're so close to his face.
"Yeah? Well," He smiles at you warmly, bringing a digit to ruffle your hair a little, "Every princess needs her prince, hm?"
"Hey-" You giggle softly, batting away his digit self-consciously, "You'll mess up my hair again."
"Good," Sideswipes spark warms as he watches you giggle, "I like it. It suits you better."
You blush softly at his comment, knowing how much you like maintaining your neat appearance. But if you're completely honest with yourself, you don't mind if Sideswipe messes it up a little.
"C'mon, the night's still young," He sets you down on the ground, letting you get your balance before pulling away, "How 'bouts we walk back to the junkyard?"
"Sideswipe? Not driving? Unheard of." You tease, putting your hands in your hoodie pockets.
"There's no hurry, not while I'm with you at least." Sideswipe chuckles, keeping a watchful eye on you as he walks by your side, "We can take our time, Princess."
Your eyes widen softly at his statement, wondering if there was a double meaning layered over his words. You nod, looking down to the ground as you walk alongside him, smiling as you feel your face heat up at the nickname again, "Yeah... we can take our time."
Sideswipe smiles before leaning down to place a hand on your shoulder, "Also, let's not tell your sister that I let you stick your head out my window, yeah?"
#transformers#tf rid15#tf rid15 sideswipe#transformers x reader#tf rid15 x reader#tf rid15 sideswipe x reader#sideswipe x reader#transformers x human reader#human reader#fem reader#sfw
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It might simply be that I don’t frequent ADHD forums enough but I haven’t seen a whole lot of talk about learned social withdrawal.
As a child I made friends left and right but as we all turned into self-conscious teenagers it slowly became more and more difficult for me. Plain and simple, other people thought I was weird. For some reason I never got bullied which I think is related to something my teachers kept telling my parents “She’s such a sweet, bright child and we can tell she’s not malicious or trying to be disruptive on purpose but we can’t teach her anything”
Basically people couldn’t figure me out. I had good social skills with both children and adults, I had a good moral compass, i felt compassion and empathy for others and was willing to go against my friends if I felt they were being bullies, I taught myself English and my drawings showed good observation skills. Because of all that it was decided I should start school a year sooner than most kids and my parents were very proud. Unfortunately that’s probably one of the main reasons why I was never diagnosed with raging ADHD as a child. People soon realized I didn’t do well in a school setting but assumed it was because I “wasn’t done playing” and my ADHD symptoms were interpreted as childishness.
So as I got older my classmates started to distance themselves from me. They were always kind and friendly but they didn’t know how to deal with me and ever since then people have always been worryingly comfortable with calling me weird to my face. I get the impression it’s because they think it’s a choice on my part. To them I’m clearly of “normal intelligence” so I must be acting like this on purpose and my parents would repeatedly tell me to “just act normal” as a child when I told them I was struggling to make friends. I tried so damn hard but kept failing. I knew something had to be different about me and when I first heard about ADHD I thought “That’s me! That’s how I feel!” but my parents said that was impossible because I wasn’t hyperactive.
Because nobody wanted to help me I eventually learned to just stop trying to make friends and keep to myself. I was so tired of being told by friendly, well-meaning people that I was so weird and quirky and unique only for them to distance themselves once they realized it was permanent and not something I could turn on and off for parties. I always enjoyed being alone so it wasn’t a huge loss but it did feel incredibly lonely at times.
Things got a lot better when I became an adult, mostly because adults are generally more chill than teens so my ADHD behavior isn’t as embarrassing to them and ironically they’re often surprised to learn I don’t make friends easily. Unfortunately I learned to be withdrawn in my formative years so new friends are still a rarity. Before I really sat down and put my past into context I even started to wonder if I had autism despite not connecting with anything autistic people said about their experiences. I went as far as to be tested but wasn’t surprised when the diagnosis was negative because of course it was, I kinda already knew that. I was just looking for an explanation.
So while there can be overlap between ADHD and autism (I have just such a friend) my experience is also that oftentimes people with ADHD simply learn to stay away from social situations and entertain ourselves which ends up looking like autism to outsiders.
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Hi!! I was wondering if I could request the “hope nobody will catch us!” prompt for Angel dust x gn! reader too? Thank you love!!❤️❤️
✩‧₊˚ I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US !! .
(but i kinda hope they catch us, anyways)
#pairing: angel dust, husk, velvette, lute x gn reader
#cw: suggestive content, +18 mdni, cuss words Imao, getting caught in suggestive situations ig?? adam being adam on lutes part, drunk sex?, kind of only fans on velvettes part ngl.
#notes: just got back from vacation, and i do feel kind of inspirational to write on my blog lmao, so here it is! second part of "i hope nobody catch us". did anyone noticed it’s the lyrics from les - childish gambino?
PART l
˖ ˚ ༘✶ ANGEL DUST .
well, it’s kind of ironic how angel dust would actually care if someone would see you both fucking, but it’s just because he actually wants to have something intimate with you, not just some porn video where you both need to act.
today, valentino had given your partner finally a day off, so you both decided it would be the best to spend it together.
as you both were cuddling in his bed, you somehow started teasing him by confessing how you watched one of his adult videos, and how much it had turned you, so it wasn’t a big surprise how you ended having him on top of you.
"that’s kinky for you to say, but keep going" angel dust said, smirking at you while already having your underwear aside "well, at first i saw how you went down on them, and-" suddenly fat nuggets was on the bed looking at you both.
yeah, so after seeing your kid staring at you both, it really made the atmosphere so not hot.
˖ ˚ ༘✶ HUSK .
i mean, husk, and you do have a pretty regular intimate life cause this man is sooo touch starved, but there’s something different about being drunk and intimate to him.
you knew you both had maybe a few more drinks than usually, but that wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?
wrong, as soon as you started to feel the alcohol doing its thing, you soon started to feel horny too.
but, who could judge you? seeing your bartender boyfriend also with the same flushed face as you was so hot, you somehow ended on top of the counter, while having your boyfriend kiss your neck.
"Oh, for fucks sake, and everyone says im the perverted one?"
yeah, hearing angel dust words made you both stop, but it didn’t make you stopped once you reached your bedroom.
˖ ˚ ༘✶ VELVETTE .
your girlfriend being a famous influencer in hell wasn’t something new to you, but as soon as you both started dating, you didn’t expect her to literally get sent sex toys for you both to try out and recommend or give your review about it.
your girlfriend was doing a live on her sinstagram, when you unexpectedly entered the room in the lingerie she just bought you just a few days ago.
of course, she had to end her livestream by saying a lame excuse to pamper your needs, and what the best way to do that with testing the vibrator who got sent to her for a review.
"velvette, ah- it‘s too much, i‘m going to cum" while sitting on her lap and putting your arms around her neck, you both suddenly heard velvettes phone vibrating like crazy, turns out she never ended her livestream and all hell just saw how needy you were for her.
after really ending the live, let’s just say that the vibrator you used got most-sold-sex-toy of the month.
˖ ˚ ༘✶ LUTE .
your girlfriend is somehow always occupied with something that isn’t you, so you might of have your ways to have her attention.
even though your girlfriend is an exterminator, you both sometimes ended up working together.
so, if dragging her near a closet to have her all for yourself was bad, then what you wanted to do in there with her would be worse.
"(name), it’s not appropriate, and adam is gonna be here anytime soon" lute said, staring at your face with her mask "yeah, yeah you say that every time, but you know how it always ends"
and yes, it was true, your girlfriend knew your true intentions when you dragged her into the closet, but still, she had a kinky side where she liked doing things you weren’t supposed to.
not to mention how hot you looked when you tried to be the dominant one.
"fuck, you're already so wet, huh? is it because you like getting me in trouble or because you want me to punish you?" she said, rubbing her fingers near your clit faster each time, "ah, lute-! keep going" "you’re a fucking mess, answer my questi-"
"DANGERTITS? bullshit, why the fuck didn’t i come sooner? legit thought you didn’t have sex, but you know what? this can get pretty awesome if i joi-“
adam did in fact not join you both, but he did make lute clear that "you both needed the original dick to even come" - adams words.
#hazbin hotel#angel dust x reader#hazbin hotel angel dust#husk x reader#husk hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#velvette x reader#hazbin hotel lute#lute x reader#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader
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Trailer park Steve AU part 58
part 1 | part 57 | ao3
@steddie-island said i wasn't allowed to cut this lol. cw: angst, canon typical horror, mentions of minor character death
“Lucas called me a ghost today.”
Steve almost laughs, bitter and sharp. Sure. Why not? What’s one more ghost in his passenger seat?
He doesn't really want to talk to her right now, if he's honest. It's been fifteen minutes and she still hasn't apologized for trying to rob him, or explained where they're going, or what spooked her, or why this car ride was so urgent that he had to risk his job for it — a job he actually needs, considering his, well, everything. She's hardly said anything beyond the occasional "turn here" or "next left" while sulking with her forehead pressed against the window.
But he can tell she has something she needs to get off her chest, so he swallows his annoyance and offers, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she says back. Doesn't elaborate.
He gives her another minute to gather her words, watches her open and close her mouth a few times in his periphery, but nothing comes out. She scoffs at herself and abruptly changes the subject. “Eddie was being extra… well, extra today.”
“Was he?” Steve asks, his bones itching under his skin. He doesn't want to talk about Eddie. Doesn't want to think his name.
“Yeah, he, uh- he was kinda manic? He was, like, running all over the cafeteria and starting shit with Jason Carver...” And he's only half-listening, anger simmering as she goes on and on, because she promised that Dustin didn't put her up to this. Said that this wasn't some bullshit excuse to get him to talk about Eddie or hang out with Eddie or think about Eddie or kiss and make up with fucking Eddie, and now she's just talking about him, and it-
And it hurts; god, it still just hurts—
"....Then he started rambling about how he can’t wait to get the hell out of here when he graduates.”
Searing-stabbing-burning-sharp. Steve clutches at the flare of pain in his chest, the crushed soda-can feeling where his heart's supposed to be. His head pounds. He follows her next direction onto a winding, tree-lined road, the canopy suffocating overhead, and his skin feels too dry — too tight, too small, shrink-wrapping him inside of it, because he knows where they are now. Knows the tilt of the rusted lamp shade, the shape of the weather brick paths. He's tasted the metal tang of this stop sign in his nightmares.
Fuck. Fuck.
"Cool," he grits out as he drives through the cemetery gates. Past stone and wrought iron, past the empty central fountain. He hasn't been here since July. “Good for him.”
“Steve-"
“Why are you telling me this?" he snaps. He throws the car in park under an old oak and turns to glare at her, barking a frustrated, "Huh?"
Immediately, he feels bad for raising his voice. Feels even worse for the way she flinches away. The naked fear on her face, her hand reaching for the door. He takes a long, deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose. “Sorry. Sorry. Just-" There's a leak inside him somewhere; some infected, gaping hole, and his stupid heart keeps pumping all his blood into the wound. "Why are you-?”
“Look,” she says sharply, "I know it sucks. To talk about him." She's staring at the rows of headstones up ahead, her face gone steely with determination, her shoulders squared, her big eyes wide and a little wet when she turns to meet his gaze. “But whatever you were— whatever happened, it just… it really messed him up.”
Good. "You sound like Dustin."
"Maybe Dustin had a point."
"Since when?"
She throws her hands up, nostrils flaring. "I'm trying to tell you that I think he still cares!"
“Yeah? He’s got a seriously fucked up way of showing it if so!”
“Yeah, well some of us don’t know how to show it!”
And oh.
Oh.
Silence blankets them like dust. Eyes locked; harsh breaths. This has nothing to do with him and Eddie, does it?
Lucas called me a ghost.
Steve sighs and slumps forward, his forearms on the wheel, his chin resting on his wrist. The late afternoon sun is warm through the glass, and his head gives another nasty throb as he looks out over the hill, at the polished stones glinting in the golden hour rays.
His dad is buried here.
A lot of people are.
“Hey,” he murmurs, rolling his neck to look at her. The skin under her eyes is red. "Sorry for yelling."
She sniffs quietly. "Me, too."
He reaches over and gives her hand a quick squeeze, keeping his voice low and gentle. "You know you can just talk to me, right? Max, talk to me. Please.”
Her bottom lip quivers. “It’s nothing, okay?” She sinks down in her seat, crossing her arms to shield herself. “Shit’s just been… it’s just been weird all week. Like- like bad weird, and I don't know if I'm just going crazy, or— I mean, maybe Ms. Kelley's right, maybe's it's just— but it feels like…”
"Like what?"
She holds a hand out flat in front of her; flips her wrist over slowly so her palm faces the sky.
Steve's blood runs cold. He thinks of his own nightmares: the weird visions, the headaches, the persistent haunted feeling.
"I don't know anything for sure," she insists, rushing to reassure him before he can fully start to panic. "Seriously, don't freak out; I haven't, like, seen any gates or anything, it's just— bad dreams. Nose bleeds. I don't know." She hoists her backpack onto her shoulder. "I thought coming here might help."
He catches her by the arm, raking his eyes over her face, looking for any signs of danger. "Is there anything I can do?"
She shakes her head no and tugs free of his grip, and then she's slipping out of the car, letting the door fall shut behind her, and Steve watches her crest the hill while sirens wail inside his head.
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part 59
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hc!friends to lovers
natalie scatorccio x fem!reader
summary: going from friends to lovers with nat
warnings: golden retriever gf x black cat gf dynamic, nat is secretly a softie, drugs and mommy/daddy issues mentions, cursing, pure fluff, not proofread
𖧊 to this day, nat still has no idea on how you two became friends. you were too different
𖧊 it started with you complimenting her makeup once and she was so rude cause she thought you were making fun of her
𖧊 “your eyeliner is so pretty,” you tried to be nice just to receive a “fuck off” and a middle finger right to your face. you were flabbergasted! you were just trying to be nice to a pretty blonde girl and now you were her enemy?
𖧊 your huge smile disappeared in seconds and when nat realized you weren’t mocking her, she got desperate. “oh, shit. you were actually serious?”
𖧊 she was constantly being slutshamed and harassed by the mean students and the idea of being complimented by you didn’t even make it to her head
𖧊 you were too sweet for her taste. too smiley, too happy, too soft and too excited. her words, not mine. but damn, you were pretty
𖧊 not that she would ever tell you that, but being friends with you was better than spending her days alone or with the other two guys she had for friends but were nothing but drug buddies
𖧊 “dude, what the fuck is that?” she grunts at the second you show her one of your favorite songs by backstreet boys “it’s so cheesy!”
𖧊 you held her arms and made her dance with you and she was so embarrassed and tried to brush it off by complaining a lot but her eyes didn’t lie. she kinda enjoyed that
𖧊 then, late at night when she’s unable to sleep, she secretly listen to the too happy and annoying shit type of songs you liked just to think of you :(
𖧊 she eventually found herself enjoying the cranberries, spice girls and lots of your catchy pop or soft songs while doing chores and would never forgive herself for that
𖧊 at first, nat was easily annoyed by you. by your overwhelming enthusiasm and positivity and how you would always see the good in others even if they didn’t deserve
𖧊 however, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t speak up for her. if anyone was caught talking shit about nat, you were always the first one to have her back. “excuse me? hi. that’s my friend you are talking about and you might wanna apologize to her right now!”
𖧊 bless your heart you really tried to be scary like her. at least the intention was there right
𖧊 “i don’t need you to defend me,” she was already snarling at you but you could see in her eyes that she didn’t mean that. she just didn’t like being vulnerable in front of others
𖧊 nat was tough, she could take care of herself. you knew that but you couldn’t let anyone be mean to her
𖧊 “i know, but i care about you!” “yeah, whatever 🙄🙂”
𖧊 and it worked the other way around as well. a single threatening glance of nat was enough to make anyone scared of even saying your name. yes, you were a pain in her ass but she was the only one who could say that
𖧊 “but you just said she was annoying,” her friend kevin defends himself from her scary look. “don’t call her that, asshole”
𖧊 nat couldn’t invite you over to her house trailer so you would usually hang out at your house or secret places she knew
𖧊 nat is a really lonely and independent person and that’s a consequence of her unstable childhood. running away from the mess she had for parents, she eventually discovered a nice small park with pretty trees around and thought it would be the perfect hiding spot
𖧊 smoking with nat? obviously a must. you would give her the old speech saying that it was terrible for her physical and mental health (🤓☝️) even if you were 100% sure that she wasn't listening and was just giving you ironic commments. "you don't say, princess"
𖧊 deep down, very deep down, she appreciated you
𖧊 “kevin told me he caught you listening to backstreet boys yesterday” you smile at her, watching her messy bleached hair cover half of her face as she smokes
𖧊 “fucking kevin,” she mutters under her breath and it’s the perfect opportunity to play around with her. “aren’t you gonna deny it? wow, you must really like me, nat”
𖧊 “shut up, princess.”
𖧊 it was meant to be ironic but since the first time she called you that, you two were sure that it was nothing but a caring nickname and you were a complete sucker for it
𖧊 spending time together became a casual thing and as essential as breathing. that didn’t go unnoticed
𖧊 showing up to support her on a game day or just practice, holding a big sign with her name written with gliter gel pens and smiley faces and cheering so loud that people near you had to cover their ears
𖧊 thanks to that, she was so flustered that couldn't focus on the actual game
𖧊 classically, the yellowjackets would always make fun of her when you were around but especially when you weren’t. “are you happy that your girlfriend came to see you today?” van teases nat and suddenly she became their favorite subject to talk about
𖧊 “she’s not my fucking girlfriend!” she flips them off and storms off to hide how unbelievably red her cheeks were
𖧊 nat didn't take long to realize she felt different about you. but her doing your eyeliner to match her after you insisted didn't help. it was pretty hard to mantain her toughness when you were lying in bed with her on top, straddling you with face so close that you could smell the blunt in her breath
𖧊 "thanks, nat. what do you think?" you ask when she's done
𖧊 "not bad. thanks to me, obviously," she acts casually but she's like 🧍🏼♀️😊😮💨😵 seeing you with her goth ass makeup
𖧊 being jealous of you near anyone who would say hi to you was also a clear sign
𖧊 going from friends to lovers with nat would be something hard for her at first. she isn't used to trusting people that much. loving someone? what was she thinking?!
𖧊 this means that she would definitely push you away, intentionally or not, and would act weird for days until you finally confronted her
𖧊 and she tries to be rude to make you leave but it doesn’t work. eventually she opens up about her feelings, shaking and at the verge of tears, and you hug her tightly
𖧊 “i like you too, nat”
𖧊 holds your chin when kissing you 😵💫
𖧊 jealous girlfriend that was always there to keep an eye on you but wouldn’t say the words “i’m jealous” even if her life depended on it
𖧊 dating nat meant her having part time jobs to save money for weeks just to buy you something nice for your birthday or to take you to a special place in a special occasion. you cried like a baby
𖧊 you were aware that she struggled with money and you weren't rich either, so you kept things discreet. you would come to her with a tape with lots of songs that reminded you of her, "nat, you won't believe what i made you!"
𖧊 “i have no idea, baby..." but she definitely did cause you would do that at least twice a month
𖧊 she would be the first one to say “i love you” accidentally and got so stressed trying to fix her mistake with a cough but you had heard her and was freaking out, smile from ear to ear
𖧊 “you’re a moron, i love you” it took her five seconds to go from 😁 to 😧
𖧊 “i love you too.”
𖧊 when it comes to affection, i feel like she would be hesitant at first, not knowing what to do. having sex with random people was really different from wanting to show her love for you, it was harder
𖧊 realistically, nat wouldn't be the touchy type. she never really experienced affection from her parents (at least not in a long time), so it would be something new, but wouldn't be opposed to it once she realized how comforting it felt
𖧊 100% touch starved. you stroke her cheek once and she's tearing up already
𖧊 pretends to be bothered but always melts completely when you kiss her and loves to hold hands and intertwine fingers
𖧊 not everything was perfect and sharing feelings wasn’t easy for her. either way, you were always there for her, listening to her talk about her shitty parents or just comforting her after a bad day
BONUS!!!
𖧊 if the iconic barbie movie was released in the 90s, you would BEG her to wear pink clothes to go to the movies together and she would deny it every single time
𖧊 “but it would be so cute! we would match 🥺” you insisted, knowing that she was so close to cave in
𖧊 “it’s gonna make me look stupid, i don’t wear pink. quit it, princess,” nat nods, convinced that you would eventually forget about it
𖧊 a week later, nat is found at the movie theater looking like a damn flamingo
𖧊 “what happened to you? met an unicorn on the way here?” shauna mocks her as soon as she sees the blondie wearing a bright pink suit and black boots, matching your same color dress
𖧊 “shut up,” she gives them her middle finger
𖧊 “happy wife, happy life,” tai murmurs and she just nods, defeated. shauna, tai and van, all in pink thanks to your incessant pleas, followed her to get the tickets while you and jackie were excitedly buying snacks and pink popcorn containers shaped like barbie’s car
𖧊 (she definitely cried at the end and you had to kiss her tears away)
#had a hard time making this not angsty#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio
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Puppy Love
summary: you accidentally get sidetracked on the way to the store.
pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader
tw: none; fluff/comfort
words: 660
a/n: very short, just a little something I threw together while half asleep
"Jenna! Would you be mad if I didn't go to the store I like I said I was going to?" You yelled out in the house, knowing Jenna would hear you from wherever she was.
"What do you mean?" She yelled back. You heard shuffling and the soft padding of footsteps headed your way.
"I mean, I didn't exactly go to the store. I kinda got-" You glanced down at the pair of golden-brown eyes in your arms, "I got distracted."
Not going to the store was a bit of an understatement. But it wasn't your fault, you just got a little distracted, the groceries could wait.
"Tell me you did not." You looked up to find a different pair of beautiful brown eyes glaring at you.
Jenna was standing in the doorway, staring at you and the bundle of golden fur in your arms. Her face was rather calm, you couldn't tell what she was thinking at the moment.
"Please don't be mad," you begged your girlfriend, "They were gonna take him to the pound, and he just looked so sweet and cuddly-"
"You bought a dog?" You winced. Despite her efforts to remain calm, her voice seemed full of shock and maybe even a hint of anger.
Was buying a dog the best idea in the world? No. But it was for a cheap price and a good cause. At least now, there was no doubt that even if Jenna made you get rid of him, he'd still go to a good home.
The little golden retriever cuddled deeper into your chest, his ears back as he seemingly took in everything around him.
"I couldn't let him go to the pound," you gave her your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to sway her into letting you keep the poor guy, "Just look at the little guy."
Her eyes flitted down to the puppy in your arms, taking in the sight of ruffled fur and a dog collar two sizes too big. For the first time since you've been home, you saw her impassive demeanor slip, settling for one full of sympathy instead.
She finally walked over to the two of you, holding out her hand to pet him. His ears perked up at her and his tail went wagging as she ran her fingers through his fur.
"I think he likes you," You said, making sure to hold on tight to the mass of wriggling fur.
She sighed and your heart leaped through your chest - was she going to make you get rid of him?
"What're you going to name him?"
Your head perked up, shocked and relieved, "We can keep him?"
Jenna had to fight off a laugh at the sight of you. Ironically enough, your excitement reminded her of an eager puppy. All you were missing was the wagging tail.
"Yes, we can keep him,"
As if the dog in your arms could understand the whole conversation, he jumped up, licking your face in excitement.
"So, what're you gonna name him?" she asked again, laughing at the slobber all over your face.
You looked down at the puppy in your arms, you weren't the best at names, yet for some reason, only one thing came to mind, "Goose."
"Goose?" Her eyebrow quirked as she looked up at you, looking at you like you'd lost your damn mind, "Your gonna name our dog Goose?"
"What's wrong with Goose?"
Once again Jenna had to stifle a laugh. The expression on your face was adorable, not too different from the nervous and scared expression Goose had when you walked through the door.
She threw her arms up in surrender, "Nothing. If that's what you wanna name him."
You held the puppy up to your face, looking him in the eyes with nothing but love and adoration, "My little Goose."
You quickly closed your eyes as he reached to lick your face once again, coating you in more slobber.
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x fem!reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x gn!reader#jenna ortega imagine#void-wolfie
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Desired Intentions (M)
Part four of the Pathetic series
Title: Desired Intentions
Summary:
Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you can’t come over the next day you can’t stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldn’t normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldn’t normally do without a second thought.
Tags: 13k words, dub con for safety reasons, Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, a lot of impact play in this one, masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, pain kink, vaginal fingering, creampie, Public play for sure, little bit of cumplay, Jeonghan kinda loses his aftercare crown in this one but still tries
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The next day you were itching to see Jeonghan, because of course that was the day that your body would be absolutely desperate for his touch. You looked over at Jeongyeon who was staring at her phone, a troubled expression on her face.
“I know you’re stressed out about meeting with Jimin-”
“If you’re about to offer any conversation topic other than him I welcome it with open ears,” she said looking up from her phone. She hadn’t messaged Jimin yet to ask him to meet up but… She was planning on doing it soon.
“It’s about Jeonghan,” you responded with a sigh. “I…” You cleared your throat. “Really want to see him today but he told me he’s going to see Chaedom today.”
“Chaedom?” Jeongyeon asked, her eyebrows furrowing. You rested your cheek on your hand, staring blankly at the table.
“Some girl who is trying to sleep with him, but I don’t think they’ve done anything yet,” you explained. “He specifically told me not to come over but that just made me want to see him more.”
Jeongyeon snickered.
“Of course, it did,” she replied.
“It’s not like I thought that I would get to see Jeonghan everyday or anything,” you replied. You groaned and shuffled your feet. “Why do I want to see him today so badly?”
“Because it’s Jeonghan,” Jeongyeon replied. “Of course, you want to see him.”
You grumbled at her words, which made her laugh.
“Look, if you want to see him so badly just tell him that.”
“Clearly you don’t understand our dynamic,” you said. “I’m his…” Your voice lowered. “Fuck toy. I don’t make the call on when I see him.”
Jeongyeon shrugged.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed. “I don’t get your dynamic. If he likes fucking you so much more than other people then why would he sleep with Chaedom today?”
You shrugged.
“I don’t know. Aren’t guys just like that? Always thinking with their dicks. Maybe today Chaedom was just more convenient.”
You glanced back up at Jeongyeon who was now looking at her phone.
“Yeah, you’ve got a point.” She sighed. “Guys will be guys.”
“Guys will be guys,” you echoed. “I wouldn’t even care if it wasn’t stupid Chaedom. Why does he have to be fucking the one girl who I don’t want him fucking?”
“Isn’t that how guys always are?” Jeongyeon commented. You hummed, deciding that you didn’t really want to talk about it anymore. You and Jeongyeon were silent for a few seconds before she sighed. “Still, I don’t see why you shouldn’t at least try to get Jeonghan to see you today. What’s the worst that could happen?”
What was the worst that could happen?
Thanks to Jeongyeon’s little comment that was all you could think for the next hour. What was the worst that could happen if you just sent Jeonghan a text message? Asked him if you could come over instead of Chaedom…
Was that jealous behavior?
You weren’t jealous, you didn’t want him to think you were jealous.
Your mind raced. What would you even say to him if you did reach out? A simple text wouldn’t be enough to convince him to let you come over.
What if…
You awkwardly set up your phone camera in front of you. You hit the red circle to start recording and looked at yourself in the phone screen, somewhat nervously.
“I don’t film videos of myself like this,” you mumbled, settling back so that your body was fully in the frame. “But I just want you to remember what you’re not using, while you are using Chaedom.”
As you spoke you slowly lifted your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy bra that you had decided to wear that day. You spread your legs a little, brushing up the skirt you were wearing so that he could see your panties. You ran your fingers over your pussy lightly, feeling the dampness through the cloth.
“Can you see through this how wet I am?” You asked softly, your face burning hotter every second that got added to the time on the video. Your fingers hooked around the hem of your panties and you slid them down, a string of wetness connecting your soaked pussy to your panties. You let a pathetic sound leave your lips.
“I haven’t even touched myself today Jeonghan, I’ve just been thinking about you. All day, I’ve been so wet and ready to be used…”
You set aside your wet panties and ran your fingers through your folds.
“Oh fuck, what do I do?” You whined. “I can’t play with myself without your permission, now, can I?”
You pushed two fingers into your body and then after only a second pulled your fingers out. They were dripping from arousal, and you spread your fingers just so the camera could see just how wet you were. You raised your fingers to your mouth, taking your time licking and sucking your fingers clean.
You felt embarrassed.
You felt stupid.
You let stupid moans and whines leave your lips that you were sure sounded like they belonged in a porn video… You sighed, letting your hand fall to your side.
“Jeonghan, play with your toy,” you whined. Your saliva damp hand fell to your side, and your other hand covered your burning face. You groaned loudly. “This is so stupid.”
You crawled over to your phone and stopped the recording, picking your phone up and looking at the frozen image of you staring at the camera. The image from before you had really started. You were stupid to think that filming this video was even a good idea.
It reeked of desperation. You didn’t want him to think you were no better than Chaedom.
You weren’t going to send the video.
Just as you went to click the yellow done button at the top of the screen, Jeongyeon knocked on your door. Your finger slid down your phone and you turned to look at it.
“I’m busy right now,” you called over to her.
“Just wanted to know if you wanted dinner.”
“Maybe…” You mumbled. “I’ll think about it.”
“Okay,” Jeongyeon called back. You hummed, and looked back down at your phone, ready now to turn it off of your text conversation with Jeonghan before you did something stupid, and your breath left your lungs.
“Shit,” you hissed.
You weren’t sure how, but suddenly you were not looking at a video that needed to be deleted, but a video that had already been sent.
You squealed tossing your phone away from you, covering your hands with your face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, staring at it like it was going to jump out and attack you at any moment.
Your mind raced trying to find a solution.
Delete it.
Yes! That was right, with the new phone update you could probably delete it!
You crawled over to your phone and grabbed it. You lifted your phone to undo the send but what you found just under the video in small text was now much more terrifying.
Read.
You screamed again, tossing your phone away like it had stung you.
“Hey, are you okay?” Jeongyeon’s voice came.
“Fine, I’m fine!” You called out. You waited a few seconds for Jeongyeon to say something, and when she didn’t you just turned your attention back to your phone. You stared at it, terrified of what it might do.
Maybe Jeonghan wouldn’t-
The phone vibrated and you screamed again.
You covered your mouth with your hand, took a deep breath: “Sorry Jeongyeon I promise I’m fine.” And then, with shaking hands crawled over to your phone, picking it up once again.
Now there was a text from Jeonghan: Come over.
As you stared at the screen another text came through.
Now.
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You didn’t knock this time. You just pushed into the frat house and rushed through the hallway and up to Jeonghan’s room. You pressed your lips together when you skidded to a stop in front of his closed room door. Your mind raced. It was pretty late, surely Chaedom had been here already.
Would she still be here? He never kicked you out after sex, so surely, he wouldn’t to her either. But still, if she was still here, what would-
Jeonghan’s door cracked open, and you felt a hand grab your wrist as you were dragged into Jeonghan’s room, the door slammed shut behind you. You were roughly pushed against the wall of Jeonghan’s bedroom.
“Hold your hands in front of you.”
Jeonghan’s voice was deep, it didn’t necessarily sound like he had just had sex with someone else. He looked clean. He didn’t look like he had just had sex with someone else either.
Jeonghan slapped you. You gasped in surprise, but immediately realized what had earned you the hit. You raised your hands in front of you.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.”
Jeonghan ignored your apology.
“Clasp your fingers together.”
You did.
“And raise your fingers on your left hand.”
Again, you did, and Jeonghan intertwined his fingers with yours and forced your hands up over your head. You gasped again, Jeonghan’s nose literally brushing against yours.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Jeonghan asked. “What the hell possessed you to send me that fucking video?”
“I-I,” you struggled to find your words. “I just… I was so n-needy.”
“Damn right you were fucking needy,” Jeonghan snapped. He used his free hand to roughly push beneath the band of your skirt, his fingers making their way immediately into your underwear. He cursed when his fingers met what he had already known was there.
“You’re shameless, aren’t you?” He asked. “I told you not to come over today.”
“But then you told me to come!” You protested.
“Because you couldn’t help but be a little slut and send me that video. You knew I wouldn’t be able to watch that video and then not fuck you.”
As Jeonghan spoke you couldn’t help the way that you stared at him. His lips weren’t red or puffy as if he had been kissing other people. He didn’t look like he had freshly showered, or like he had any hickey’s or anything on his neck-
“Do you even care?” Jeonghan snapped. Your eyes forced themselves back to him. “You’re so busy staring at me, it’s like you don’t even understand just how bad you’ve been.”
Your face blazed.
“I-”
“I said that I was seeing Chaedom tonight. You’re lucky that she had just left-”
“Did you two-” You stopped yourself before you could finish what you were going to ask, but the beginning of the sentence was much too telling. Jeonghan’s eyes narrowed at you.
“I thought you weren’t jealous, hm?” Jeonghan stated, his voice deep and quiet. His head dipped down to your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. “You don’t care that I sleep with other people…”
His teeth bit down on your neck and a mix of a whine, and a moan left your lips.
“It just had to be fucking Chaedom,” you grumbled.
Jeonghan’s eyes shot back up to you and he grabbed your face with his free hand. His grip was tight on you, and he forced you to look him dead in the eyes.
“You don’t get to choose who I sleep with,” Jeonghan said, his voice stern. “Do you understand that?”
God, this shouldn’t turn you on so badly. You should be upset that Jeonghan was sleeping with other people and not just you, but you couldn’t shake the thrill.
Even though he had been with Chaedom earlier. He was with you now.
You nodded.
“I understand.”
Jeonghan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his grip still tight on your face.
“No, you don’t.” His eyes searched yours. “I shouldn’t have humored you should I have? You’re going to think you’re something special.”
Your eyes flickered away from his. Fuck, it was like he had seen right through you.
“I don’t think I’m special, I-”
Jeonghan’s head dipped to your neck. He was silent, but his silence is what had shocked you the most. His hand was still holding your arms above your head. You couldn’t move if you wanted to. You were unsure if you should speak, so you just settled on keeping the silence between the two of you.
You could almost swear that you could feel Jeonghan smile against your neck.
His hand that was pressing you up against the wall let go of you entirely, and he stepped away from you. He didn’t have to tell you to keep your hands in the air. You just watched him, chest heaving, heart racing as he began to slowly take his clothes off. First, his shirt- tossed to the side, then his pants, his boxers-
Your eyes flickered to his cock, your mouth watering a bit. You heard Jeonghan scoff.
“You fucking-”
Jeonghan walked back up to you, his fingers dipping into your pussy immediately.
“You think you can handle my cock?”
You nodded.
“Y-Yes,” you replied. Jeonghan barely hesitated for a second. He pulled your underwear down your legs, allowing you only seconds to toe them off before he was hiking your legs up by your thighs and sliding his cock into you.
He groaned once he was inside of you, making you throw your head back against the wall. There was a slight burn as he pushed inside of you, but the burn only made pleasure run through you all over again. Your fingers squeezed together as Jeonghan buried his face into your neck, heavy moans and grunts leaving his mouth in the form of hot breath on your neck.
You squirmed under his touch, your neck suddenly feeling more and more sensitive. You wanted to move your hands from above your head. You wanted his lips on yours.
But you knew that you had to be satisfied with his fingers digging into your thighs as his cock pressed impossibly deep inside of you.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jeonghan managed to say after what seemed like ages of him just fucking into you like he was sex starved. “And finally, you’re acting like what you really are. My little fuck toy.”
A breathy moan left your lips, making Jeonghan laugh.
“You like this huh? You like being my own little toy. You don’t even care about your own pleasure,” Jeonghan grunted. “I’m going to use you however I like and you’re just going to let me, aren’t you?”
You whined at his words, feeling your mind start to go blank at each and every thrust. How was he able to even hold you up like this? He was acting like you were feather light.
“I didn’t even have to tell you to keep your hands up… That’s what I like so much about you. You always know exactly what I want you to do.”
Jeonghan’s thrusts grew faster and faster, until you felt his cock begin to empty itself into you. He fucked his cum deep into your pussy, gasping as he filled you with his cum. You mewled against him, your head banging back against the wall as the feeling made your mind dizzy with pleasure.
“How does that feel, huh? Make you want to come?” He asked you. As he spoke his thrusts became even faster, his cock already hardening inside of you again. “Oh, I know you want to. Tell me how badly you want to.”
“Jeonghan,” you whined. “I j-just want your pleasure, that’s a-all.”
Jeonghan laughed, raising his face from your neck finally to look at you.
“Trying so hard to be good now?” He asked. “After sending me that teasing video of you. I don’t know why I invited you over. I know that pussy gets wet over just about anything.”
You didn’t respond to him, you couldn’t really manage to find the words to. Instead moans tumbled out of your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on not doing the one thing that Jeonghan wanted you to do right now- Be bad.
“You’re so pathetic y/n,” Jeonghan mumbled. “You’re such a pathetic little whore. Always need a cock inside of you. Do you even deserve to be used the way I use you?”
You whined.
“Jeonghan-”
“Why don’t you beg me to be allowed to come huh? You think that pretending you don’t want to will make up for the fact that you’re a little cock tease?” Jeonghan asked. “No, your little strip show is the reason you might not get to come. I still want you to beg for it. Admit that no matter how desperate you are to be good you’re also desperate to be allowed to come on my cock.”
You were quiet for too long, so lost in pleasure that it was taking you a while to even comprehend his words. He spit on your face.
“Pay attention.”
Your eyes fluttered open, and your gaze met Jeonghan’s.
“I do, you’re right,” you blurted. “I need to come on your cock. Please. I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. Your hands on me, your cock in me. It’s taking everything in me not to come as I feel you pump me full of your cum-”
Jeonghan’s hips stuttered.
“J-Jeonghan, I’m begging you. I want to come, I need to and I need more of your cum in me. Please use me more.”
Your back arched.
“I’m always good for you, please. I’m-”
Jeonghan interrupted you with a small shift in weight, one of his hands smacking your ass before getting a grip again.
“Shut up, I’m tired of hearing you beg.”
A strangled moan escaped your mouth and Jeonghan’s head buried itself back in your neck.
“I’m going to come again, and this time I’m feeling generous. You’re going to be allowed to come today. Do you want to know why?”
You whimpered as his lips brushed a part of your neck that was apparently very sensitive.
“Wh-Why?” You mumbled.
“Because I like it when you are so pathetic you act out,” he whispered.
You felt your mind go blank as your orgasm ripped through you and almost as soon as you started coming you felt yourself being filled with more of Jeonghan’s cum. You felt Jeonghan’s thrusts come slowly to a stop, and for a while he stood there, holding you, both of your chest rising and falling with heavy pants.
After a few minutes had passed Jeonghan slowly pulled himself out of you, lowering your legs to the ground. You were so shaky that you almost felt your knees buckle, but you kept your balance by pressing your hands into the wall behind you.
Jeonghan’s hands raised up to your face, and he cupped your cheeks with them, pulling you into a deep kiss. You whined into Jeonghan’s mouth, which made him pull away from you, his thumbs brushing your cheek bones.
“You’re addicting,” he mumbled. “You know that?”
You wanted to echo it, but you couldn’t really get the words out. His words after all were only boosting your ego, reminding you of why you didn’t really care if he slept with other people.
He didn’t sleep with anyone twice, but to him, you were addicting.
Jeonghan’s hands left your cheeks.
“I’m going to get your shower ready.”
You groaned, which made Jeonghan chide you a little bit.
“What are you complaining about?” He asked you. You let yourself sink to the floor, your legs still pretty shaky, and your resolve to keep yourself standing gone now that Jeonghan wasn’t standing right in front of you.
He looked over at you, his lips pressing together.
You could feel Jeonghan’s cum leaking out of you and soaking your thighs. You knew he was right that you needed to take a shower, but still. He didn’t have to be so prompt about it all the time.
“You okay?” He asked softly. He walked over to you, crouching down in front of you. You nodded at him, letting one of your hands bury your face.
“’Course I am,” you responded. Jeonghan’s hand closed around your wrist and he pulled your hand from your face. He slid his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. He let your hands fall to the side.
“Too much?” He asked you. You shook your head.
“No,” you insisted. “That was honestly pretty mild.”
There was something that was weighing you down a little. You weren’t sure what, and you could tell that Jeonghan could see it as well.
“You did good, you know that?” He mumbled. “You always do good for me.”
“I don’t need reassurance,” you insisted.
“Maybe not,” Jeonghan agreed. “But I still want to give it to you.”
He reached forward with his other hand, fingers brushing against the sore spots on your neck. The touch sent a chill through your body.
“I’ve never really asked if the hickies were okay.”
“Hickies?” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized that he was touching the marks he had left on you. “Oh, that’s fine. Of course, that’s fine.”
Jeonghan snickered at your words, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“You know it’s okay to not be comfortable with something I’m doing, right?” He asked.
“I know,” you insisted. “Trust me, if you saw my internet history you wouldn’t be so unsure.”
Another laugh out of Jeonghan and he shook his head in slight disbelief of your words.
“Do you want me to help you in the shower?” He asked. You shook your head.
“I’m good. Really.”
Jeonghan gave you a small smile.
“Alright. Go take your shower then.”
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“Are you tired?” Jeonghan asked you as you walked back into Jeonghan’s bedroom, a towel drying your hair.
“Actually,” you mumbled. “Not really. I had a lot of coffee today.”
You furrowed your eyebrows slightly.
“Are you kicking me out like you did Chaedom?” You asked. Jeonghan frowned at you, completely silent for a few moments. You two stood and stared at each other, not saying a word before finally you sighed and sat back down on the side of Jeonghan’s bed you usually slept on.
Jeonghan was the one who broke the silence.
“For someone who doesn’t care who I sleep with-”
“It’s just Chaedom!” You interrupted him. Despite the topic being somewhat serious, there was a pout on your face. “Why did it have to be her out of everyone at this school?”
“What do you have against Chaedom?” Jeonghan asked, a small smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes and looked away from him.
“She made it a competition. I wasn’t fighting her for your attention, but she was fighting me and she was being so obnoxious about it…” You felt your chest tightening as you talked about it. “She made us enemies, and I don’t like to lose.”
Jeonghan hummed, his eyes still on yours.
“So, if it was anyone else...?”
“Literally anyone else,” you replied. “We’re just… I’m just your fuck toy, right?”
You pulled your legs crossed legged under yourself and leaned towards Jeonghan a bit.
“Everyone would think I’m crazy for not minding being unable to sleep with others while you can do whatever you want, but look at it this way-” You squared your shoulders. “You’re Yoon Jeonghan. The campus playboy. The one everyone wants to fuck. The one who doesn’t settle.”
You let your head fall to the side while a small laugh left your lips.
“I would be crazy to expect you to settle for me. Not the other way around.”
Sometimes you felt like you understood Jeonghan fairly well. You knew what he expected of you when it came to sex… For the most part. His interests aligned yours after all.
But times like these, you remembered that you didn’t really know Jeonghan at all.
The expression on his face was… Weird. Sort of spaced out, like he wasn’t really looking at you. You waited, patiently for him to react, expecting for him to either completely agree with you, or to maybe explain what this was from his point of view.
“Help me build this lego set.”
Your eyes fluttered wider and you watched as Jeonghan got up from the bed and walked over to his closet, pulling out an unopened box of legos. It was in a smaller box than the last one had been in.
Jeonghan didn’t really wait for you to follow him. He just sat down on the floor, dumping the packets of legos on the floor. He started to unravel the instruction packet. You thought he would call you over again but it was like he was suddenly in his own world.
You watched him for a few minutes, and then you climbed out of bed and sat next to him. You looked at the instructions for the lego set. It was a house. You looked at what Jeonghan had already in his hands. Just the start of the base of the house was all that was there.
You looked at the instructions to figure out what was next, and then searched the pieces on the floor for what Jeonghan needed next. Jeonghan pointed at a lego piece.
“Is it…?”
You frowned at the piece, squinting back at the lego on the instruction sheet.
“No… It’s…” Your eyes scanned the floor before finally finding the piece that he needed. “This!”
It took you and Jeonghan two hours to build the lego house together, and after the house was put together and set on his dresser, you and Jeonghan went to sleep.
You woke up before him this time. You groaned and rolled over in his bed, reaching for your phone blindly in the sheets. Jeonghan’s bed was huge. It was impossible not to lose things in it. You finally felt your fingers brush smooth glass and you pushed yourself up on your elbows.
Your phone was right next to Jeonghan’s. You tapped your screen. It was only eight in the morning.
You sucked in a breath, and rolled over, sitting up groggily in his bed. Jeonghan usually left his window curtains open. That was probably why he wasn’t up. The room was still pretty dark. Just two small dashes of light streaked across the bedroom floor.
You glanced back over at Jeonghan. He looked angelic laying there.
You looked away from him and slowly got up from his bed. You were trying to stay as quiet as you could. You put the nights clothes back on and once you had your shirt fully back on-
“You should start bringing clothes over.”
You jumped, placing your heart over your chest when you realized that it was just Jeonghan talking to you.
“Save yourself a walk of shame or two.”
“Fuck,” you mumbled. “Scared me, Han.”
“Han?” Jeonghan asked, looking over at you in amusement. You gave him an annoyed look, but it probably faded within seconds. You couldn’t help the way that your eyes flickered down to the way that Jeonghan’s shirt was falling off of his shoulder.
The collar of his shirt was stretched out and his collarbone was just visible. You swallowed hard. Even right after sleeping he looked beautiful… No wonder everyone was obsessed with him. You had honestly thought he had gotten up before you and washed his face before you woke up. It was criminal for someone to look so attractive after sleeping for eight hours.
“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asked. “Sneaking out again?”
“I have class Jeonghan,” you replied. “I’m not sneaking out. I just have to go.”
Jeonghan held up your phone, flashing you the time.
“At eight in the morning?” He asked. “You’re either late or early.”
He raised his eyebrow slightly.
“Why are you always trying to leave so early?”
You shrugged.
“It’s just weird that you want me to stay,” you replied. “Where’s Chaedom?”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes.
“Fine, leave if you want to. You’re the one missing out.”
You walked over to the bed, holding out your hand for your phone. Jeonghan put it in your hand, but as he did, he also grabbed your wrist with his other hand. He pulled you, making you stumble forward a little bit.
You felt yourself suck in a deep breath. It made Jeonghan’s lips flicker into a smile.
“No more Chaedom,” he said. He tilted his head up, his lips brushing yours. “Will that make my little fuck toy happy?”
Your face blazed red.
“Jeong-”
Jeonghan let go of your wrist and fell back in the bed.
“I’ll see you later,” Jeonghan said, his eyes on the ceiling.
You pressed your lips together, trying to prevent yourself from doing more than you should. You and Jeonghan were just fuck buddies. He was just extending to you the same courtesies that you were sure he would for others. You sucked in a deep breath and walked out the door.
“Hey, y/n!”
You froze at the entrance to the dining room, your eyes widening slightly when you realized that almost Jeonghan’s entire fraternity was already down in the kitchen, you turned and smiled at Mingyu- the one who had called your name.
“Uh, hi.”
You bowed a little to all the boys, noting, with some relief that none of them looked to be tired of seeing you.
“When I heard you come over last night, I decided to make something new for breakfast! Blueberry pancakes.”
Mingyu picked the pan up from the stove, showing you a mostly cooked pancake. Your eyes flickered to the food.
“Oh, I was-”
“Why’d Jeonghan make you walk all the way down here alone?” Jun interrupted; his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“He’s still in bed.”
“Oh,” Jun said with a nod. “Okay, well, come sit down.”
He gestured to the seat beside him. You pressed your lips together.
“No really I ought to-” You went to gesture towards the door, but before you could a plate was being shoved into your hands. You looked down at the food, and then, in surprise up at Mingyu. He had the largest smile on his face.
“Everyone else really likes them, but I’m withholding my judgement for your reaction,” he said. You forced a smile on your lips.
How could you say no to that?
The pancakes were delicious. Some of the best you had ever had. You worried that if you kept eating breakfast at this house it would ruin breakfast entirely for you. You got seconds not only because the pancakes were so good but because you and Jeonghan hadn’t eaten after anything last night. You were starving.
You had been there for thirty minutes- Thirty minutes longer than you should have been there, but now you were stuck in a conversation you knew there was no way out of.
“People like Hansol and Joshua are actually really interesting, because acquisition of language at a young age is so overlooked by people learning languages when they are older,” you said. “Sure, Seungkwan struggles with learning English now, but if he were put in the same environment as Joshua and Hansol when they were younger things definitely would have been different.”
“That just doesn’t make sense to me,” Seungcheol said with a small shake of his head. “How is it that at a younger age it’s easier to learn a language?”
“Is just the way the brain works when you’re younger. Because children’s brains are still developing when they’re younger it’s easier for them.” You pointed your fork at Seungcheol. “But what’s more interesting is not child second language acquisition but child first language acquisition. Did you know that according to Chomsky’s theory of language acquisition, children are born with the innate ability for language acquisition?”
“What?” Seungcheol asked.
“Yes! He believes that the human species has evolved a brain whose neural circuits contain linguistic information at birth.”
Despite your excitement you waved away the thought.
“This topic borders the line of linguistics and psychology,” you said. “But people often point to the creation of sign language as evidence towards Chomsky’s theory.”
You opened your mouth to explain more, but just as you did a hand found it’s way to your back. You looked back in shock to find Jeonghan standing there. He shot you a look of brief annoyance.
“Y/n, aren’t you late for something?” He asked softly. “Why are you still here?”
His hand raised a bit to your neck, his fingertips brushing the roots of your hair. You knew his annoyance stemmed not from your presence in the house, but your eagerness to get out earlier. You gave him an apologetic look.
“You were right, I wasn’t going to make it to class on time.” You gestured to the plate of blueberry pancakes untouched beside you. “And Mingyu made pancakes. I saved some for you.”
Jeonghan’s hand squeezed the back of your neck lightly, and he took a seat beside you. He rested his arm onto the table.
“You were talking… Language acquisition,” he said. You nodded.
“Right, so, have you ever heard of Nicaraguan sign language?” You asked Seungcheol. He shook his head and none of the other boys in the room who were listening spoke up. “So basically, in Nicaragua…”
The boys in the Alpha Mu fraternity let you talk about the psychology behind language acquisition for much longer than anyone outside of your field ever had. Your passion about it did stem from the fact you had just written a paper about it for class but regardless the boys stayed interested in the topic.
The conversation finally died down when Seungcheol broke it off because he had to go to class: “But you’ll have to tell me more about this in the future. Psychology is really interesting.”
You thought it was dumb that he was so interested in something that had nothing to do with his degree but regardless of that you had smiled and agreed. You were honestly looking forward to the future conversation.
“So you missed your first class of the day,” Jeonghan said as you got up from the table. “What else do you have to do for the day?”
You looked at him but he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on his cell phone.
“Nothing I guess,” you replied. “Why? What do you propose?”
“Well, I don’t want to build them today but I want to get more lego sets we can build together,” Jeonghan explained. “We could go to Target?”
“Yeah. That sounds fun.”
-
Jeonghan was an odd guy. You thought going to Target for legos just meant going to Target for legos. But when the first thing he did was drag you over to Starbucks and insist on buying you a drink you knew it wasn’t going to be like that.
“Jeonghan, I don’t think you really understand how being fuck buddies works,” you mumbled. Jeonghan rolled his eyes slightly.
“Playing with legos after is basically after care,” Jeonghan replied. “I’m just preparing for it ahead of time. Don’t you want a say in the sets we build?”
This time you rolled your eyes.
“I think the legos are more for you than me, but I’ll bite,” you said. As you spoke the barista called out Jeonghan’s name, freeing him from commenting on your indifference. He handed you the drink he had ordered you- A venti despite your opposal. You smiled.
“Thanks,” you said. He gave you a devious smile.
“Anything for my good girl,” he teased. “Even if you’re being a brat.”
Your mouth fell open, intent on arguing with Jeonghan against the brat allegations, but before you could he was walking away from you. You pressed your lips together, huffing sharply out of your nose. Then you followed him. You expected him to go straight towards the lego section but instead he went right to the women’s clothing section.
You stood outside in the aisle for a second, expecting Jeonghan to realize he had gone the wrong way and turn around but instead he picked up a shirt, holding it out to you.
“You need more clothes.”
“What?”
“Clothes you can keep at the frat house,” Jeonghan explained. “That way you don’t have to leave in the same clothes you came in.”
“I’ll just get some clothes from my place,” you insisted. Jeonghan completely disregarded you by pushing the shirt he had picked up into your arms.
“Are you really going to argue with me about free clothes?” He asked you. You opened your mouth to say: yes because of course you were but before you could Jeonghan just sighed. “You’re such a brat outside of the bedroom. What does it take for you to be good, hm? Just need something in that cunt?”
Your eyes widened at Jeonghan’s words, and you looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening. Luckily, no one seemed to have overheard him.
“I don’t-”
“Just let me buy you some clothes,” Jeonghan said, picking up another shirt. “It’s the least that I can do. Don’t you know well enough that sex like ours is bad for your psyche if the aftercare isn’t good enough?”
“Jeonghan, I’m a psychology major and when I say I’m fine-”
Jeonghan pushed another shirt into your arms, his hand coming to the back of your neck. He gave you a small smile.
“Just let me take care of you,” he said. “You say you’re fine but you were kind of out of it last night. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
You didn’t know why Jeonghan cared so much about you being okay. No one you had slept with before had cared so much.
Then again hadn’t that been why you had broken up with them in the first place? You started to feel like they meant everything that said and did to you during sex while Jeonghan had put a clear separation between the two.
You were probably just over thinking all of this because your last partners hadn’t been this way. Maybe Jeonghan being so caring all the time was a normal way for someone in the type of relationship you two had.
Still, you didn’t want him to buy you clothes.
But when Jeonghan was looking at you the way he currently was? It was impossible to say no.
“Fine,” you said. “But I want to buy the legos.”
“Fine,” Jeonghan agreed with a nod. “That’s a far trade off.”
His hand left your neck and he turned his attention back to the clothes around him. Without much more than murmurs every now and then of “you’d look good in this” he didn’t say much. Instead of fretting with him you just watched and drank your coffee, holding what he gave you.
Somehow, he knew your style really well.
When you two had finally found your way to the lego aisle you were almost done with your coffee, and you had more clothes in your hands than you had any real excuse to have. Still, now that Jeonghan was focused on legos at least he wasn’t intent on spoiling you with clothes.
“Do you see any sets you don’t already have?” You asked. Jeonghan hummed, his fingers trailing across the shelves as he looked at the sets. He lowered to a crouch and picked up a set.
“A few.”
He was quiet for a little bit, and then picked up a second set. As you watched him you felt your phone start to vibrate in your pocket. You hummed in frustration and shifted the things in your hands so that you could pull out your phone.
“One second, Yeongtae is calling,” you mumbled. Jeonghan looked over at you from where he was crouched on the floor holding two lego sets. You turned your back to him.
“Hey, what’s up?” You said as you put your phone to your ear.
“I have an assignment I had no clue I needed to do,” Yeongtae replied. “I need company. And coffee.”
“Bossy,” you mumbled.
“You like bossy,” Yeongtae snorted. As if he could hear your conversation, you felt a hand snake around your waist, and Jeonghan pulled you against his body. He took your phone out of your hand and placed it to his face, turning away from you.
“Yeongtae?” He asked.
“Jeonghan-” you exclaimed, reaching for your phone. Jeonghan pulled further away from you, placing his hand to your forehead so that you were an arms width away from him. Jeonghan was lucky that you two were in public, because if you weren’t you would not be keeping your voice at such a hushed level.
“She’s with me right now,” Jeonghan said into the phone. Your eyebrows furrowed and tried to get your phone from another angle. Jeonghan just stepped aside, as if he had known exactly how you were going to come at him. “I think you’ll have to work on that assignment alone.”
“Jeonghan,” you hissed at him. “Give me my phone back!”
“Maybe I can figure out a different time for you two,” Jeonghan commented. He walked down the aisle, and you followed close behind. Finding every attempt to get your phone completely fruitless. “What about never?”
“Jeonghan!” This time you did let your voice rise. Loud enough that Jeonghan stopped this game of avoiding you and turned his eyes to you. You fixed him under a glare. “Give me my phone back.”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes, and for a second you thought he was just going to keep doing the same thing he was before, but instead of turning away he handed you your phone. You snatched it from his hand.
“Hey. Sorry,” you mumbled. “I’d be happy to study with you tonight.”
A little laugh came from Yeongtae’s end of the phone.
“A little lovers quarrel?” Yeongtae asked, his voice light and airy.
“Shut up,” you replied. “You know Jeonghan and I aren’t dating.”
You looked back at Jeonghan, annoyed.
“Thank god.”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ll see you in what? An hour?’
“Sounds good,” Yeongtae replied. “See you.”
You hung up the phone, slipping it into your pocket. You turned and looked at Jeonghan who was still standing across the aisle from you.
Again, you were faced with a different Jeonghan then you had seen before. His bottom lip was jutted out ever-so-slightly, and his entire demeanour was stiff.
Why was he upset? He had taken your phone.
“It wasn’t like I was going to sleep over again,” you said. “And Yeongtae is a good study partner.”
“Hm.”
Jeonghan turned his attention back to the legos, picking up the two sets that he had been looking at before.
“We should probably hurry so that you can get to Yeongtae then,” he said. Had his voice dropped an octave? “There’s just one more thing I want to do with you before I take you to your study partner.”
As soon as Jeonghan had set aside your bags he was closing a bathroom stall door shut, pushing you against the door. You gasped, as Jeonghan immediately dragged off your underwear, but before you could say anything he was pressing the salty cloth into your mouth.
“You want to hang out with Yeongtae?” He mumbled. “Fine.”
He tapped his neck.
“Put your hand on my neck.”
You immediately did as you were told.
“Pinch me,” he instructed. You did as you were told, and Jeonghan’s hand raised to push your panties more firmly into your mouth. “That’s what you do if you need me to stop- Got it?”
You nodded and that was all that Jeonghan needed.
He was quick to push his fingers into your body, first one, and then a second, and then a third. He gave it a moment between each addition, scissoring his fingers in and out of you. You tried to whine but your voice was too muffled by the gag in your mouth, you didn’t think that Jeonghan could hear a thing that you were saying.
Despite Jeonghan trying to make sure you were actually ready for his cock he was moving fast. He lifted you up by your thighs again, keeping you leveraged on the door so that he could push himself into you. He was practically fucking you the same this time as he had the night before.
“You feel that? You feel my cock?” Jeonghan asked you, his voice low and rough. You nodded feverently and tried to say yes, but again you found that were completely and totally muffled. Still, Jeonghan smiled into your neck. “No one can make you feel like this can they?”
He hoisted you up more, shaking the bathroom stall doors and somehow forcing his cock even further into you. You cried out, throwing your head back against the stall door.
“No one is ever going to fuck you better than me. I want you to remember that while you’ve got your nose in a book chatting with fucking Yeongtae.”
He raised his head to look at you.
“You’re mine.”
He kissed your cheek.
“This is mine.”
His mouth trailed to your neck and he bite down on it.
“This is mine.”
He squeezed your thighs with his fingers.
“This is mine.”
And then he gave you a particularly sharp thrust.
“And this is mine,” he asserted. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?”
You couldn’t reply but Jeonghan didn’t seem to care.
“My little toy for fucking. You just remember that the next time you’re with Yeongtae, do you understand?”
You nodded, tears of pure pleasure beginning to streak down your cheeks. You wanted to feel insecure about how messy you probably looked, but even if Jeonghan had been looking it didn’t matter. You reminded yourself he liked it when you were messy.
Jeonghan dropped you down to your feet and smacked your ass.
“Hands on the door.”
You were quick to oblige. Jeonghan pushed back into you fast, putting both of his arms on either side of you.
“Put your left hand on my arm, so you can still pinch me.”
You again obliged and as soon as your hand was there he was fucking you hard again. He buried his face in your neck, muffling his moans. You could tell he was close, and you were close to. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were obsessed with the feeling of Jeonghan inside of you.
Suddenly, you heard the door of the bathroom open. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, but Jeonghan was quick. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up. You kept a hand on his arm as he started to fuck you even harder, that smile still on his face, pressed into your neck.
“How quiet can you stay when come?”
Before you could figure out what he meant in your head he was pulling your underwear out of your mouth. You took a gasp of air, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth.
“Did you hear something…?” A voice came from outside of the stalls.
“I think it was the ac kicking on,” another voice said. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, so loud that you thought if they couldn’t hear your stifled moans surely they could hear your pounding heart.
You had never thought you would be able to handle public sex very much but then Jeonghan said: “Go ahead and make a mess. I want them to hear you.”
And you were coming.
You felt your head fall forward on the bathroom stall as you quite literally pushed your fingers into your mouth in an attempt to muffle yourself. Strangled noises were able to escape from around your fingers as your brain became muddy with pleasure.
Jeonghan didn’t stop his thrusts, but he did pull you back up against his body so that you two weren’t actively rattling the stall doors.
“Is there someone- Hey are you okay?”
Fuck.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you blurted out. “I just… Ate something bad.”
“Oh… Okay…”
The two girls outside of the stall snickered and you heard one of them say: “… Disgusting.”
Before you heard the tale tell sound of them leaving the bathroom.
“Y/n, you are so fucking good for me.”
Jeonghan’s voice cracked at the end of his sentence, his hips stuttering as he began to cum inside of you. You raised your hand to your face, biting down on it as a way to keep yourself quiet even though you didn’t need to anymore.
When Jeonghan’s thrusts finally came to a stop you allowed your hand to fall from your mouth, taking large, deep breaths of air as you caught your breath.
Jeonghan’s lips attached to your neck again.
“I want to mark your whole neck up,” he mumbled. “I can’t have Yeongtae thinking he has a chance with you.”
“He doesn’t think he has a chance with me. He knows…” You trailed off, your face burning with residual embarrassment. “I know that I’m yours.”
Jeonghan hummed against your body.
“You know that your mine, huh?”
Jeonghan pulled his cock out of you and then took you by your hips and pressed you back into the door, sliding down your body. Once he got down to your pussy, he looked up at you, smiling.
“I’ve been going easy on you,” Jeonghan mumbled. His fingers brushed your thighs. “You have no bruises. I’ve just been fucking your perfect little pussy and treating you so softly.”
Jeonghan dipped his head. His lips attached to your pussy and his tongue dipped into you as he slowly lapped his cum out of you. After he was satisfied he made his way back up your body, his lips pressing to yours. You could taste the hint of both your and his cum on his tongue. He pulled back from you.
“The next time I see you, y/n… I’ll remind you exactly how depraved you really can be.”
Jeonghan smiled at you, and if your brain hadn’t been so sure that his words were in fact threatening his face would have fooled you into thinking that he was nothing short of an innocent angel.
-
Luckily… (Unluckily…?) The next time that you saw Jeonghan was a few days later in the school cafeteria.
You almost never went to the cafeteria during a school day, but every once in a while you would stop by to get some make-your-own-pasta and sub-tier cake. You didn’t ever see anyone when you were there so when you spotted Jeonghan from across the cafeteria, reading a book, you were beyond surprised.
You thought very seriously about not saying anything to him, but the plan died as soon as he raised his eyes and met your gaze. You forced a smile on your lips and made your way over to him. He was sitting in a booth… Maybe he was waiting for someone else.
You smiled awkwardly at Jeonghan in greeting.
“Anyone sitting here?” You asked. Jeonghan gestured to it.
“Please, be my guest,” he replied.
You had sort of been hoping that he would tell you that he was about to leave or something, but it was clear that not matter what, now that you were here he was planning on sticking around for a while.
You looked at the plate of food Jeonghan had- Some pizza- and gestured towards it.
“Is the pizza any good?”
“It’s caf food,” Jeonghan replied with a shrug. “Do you eat in the cafeteria a lot? I never see you here.”
“Only every once in a while,” you replied. “You?”
“I’m usually here,” he replied with a shrug. “It’s close to my classes.”
“Does Mingyu not cook every night?” You prodded. Jeonghan smiled.
“We take turns,” he replied. “Most of us take turns at least. Hansol is awful at cooking.”
You laughed, a little surprised by the news.
“And how are you at cooking?”
Jeonghan gave you an amused expression.
“You’ll just have to see.”
Spending time with Jeonghan when it was to do something other than sex was always awkward. Not because you didn’t like Jeonghan or because you two didn’t get along but because you just couldn’t understand why Jeonghan seemed to enjoy your company as much as he did.
Despite the fact his eyes were on his book while you two spoke he was clearly hearing everything that you had to say. It was weird because he wasn’t making sexual innuendos or anything. Could fuck buddies be friends outside of fucking?
You weren’t really sure.
A loud noise erupted from you and Jeonghan’s table, and you looked down, noticing quickly that it was your phone vibrating. You picked it up, glancing at the screen.
Yeongtae.
Remembering Jeonghan’s reaction last time Yeongtae called while you two were together you silenced the call, sending Yeongtae a quick message: Can’t talk right now.
“Who is that?” Jeonghan asked. You glanced back up at him.
“Jeongyeon,” you lied, but you could tell that Jeonghan knew instantly it was a lie. You pressed your lips together as you felt your phone vibrate again in your hands. You glanced in the screen.
I know you aren’t busy, pick up the phone >:-(
You sent Yeongtae a quick text back: I am busy. Shut up.
“You’re busy, I get it,” Jeonghan mumbled. “Is it Yeongtae?”
Your lips pressed into a thin line and you nodded once. Jeonghan hummed.
“You two get along really well,” Jeonghan observed with a shrug. “You don’t have to hide that you’ve been spending time with Yeongtae.”
Even though he said that you couldn’t help but notice that Jeonghan’s fingers were curled in a tight fist.
“Besides, I’ve been seeing people these last few days,” Jeonghan continued. You blinked.
“Oh?”
“It wasn’t Chaedom,” Jeonghan replied with a roll of his eyes. “So that means you’re not jealous right?”
You nodded, with a small hum.
“Yeah,” you agreed pointedly. An irritated look flashed through Jeonghan’s eyes, but it was so brief that you wondered if the look really had even existed. He flashed you another smile.
“Well? Aren’t you going to call Yeontae back?” He asked. “Your grades depend on it.”
You pressed your lips together and nodded. You pulled out your phone and called Yeongtae back. He answered fast.
“Oh, right. I see now. Very busy.”
“I’m eating,” you replied. You glanced at Jeonghan. “With Jeonghan.”
“Oh god, please don’t tell me what you’re eating.”
“We’re in the caf,” you replied with a roll of your eyes.
“Even worse. You’re in public?”
You looked at Jeonghan, completely unamused.
“I hate him,” you said pointedly. Yeongtae’s laugh came from the other end of the phone.
“On a serious note- Dinner with Jeonghan? Are you two finally dating?”
Your eyes widened and you searched Jeonghan’s eyes quickly to see if he could hear anything. Jeonghan didn’t show any real sign of having heard anything though. His eyes had turned down to the left over scraps of food on his plate.
“Shut up,” you mumbled. “What’s up?”
“Want to meet at the library in ten minutes?” Yeongtae asked.
“Ten minutes?” You replied in surprise. “I uh-”
Jeonghan glanced up and waved his hands.
“I’ve got to get going anyways,” he said. “Meeting with someone tonight.”
You sighed your relief, glad that you weren’t going to have to choose between the two boys.
“Okay, library in ten minutes. I’ll see you when I get there.”
“See you.”
As you looked up Jeonghan was already gathering his things and picking up your dirty plates. He smiled at you.
“You know, I’m getting tired of fucking other people,” he said, his eyebrows raising towards you slightly. “When do I get to use my pretty little toy next?”
Your face flushed.
“Soon,” you mumbled. “Whenever you want.”
Jeonghan nodded, clicking his tongue at your words.
“Alright. Soon.”
He didn’t say more. Instead, he shot you a smile in farewell and disappeared into the crowd.
Despite both of you clearly wanting to see each other again soon, neither you nor Jeonghan reached out for the next few days. You thought a couple of times about just showing up but always ended up deciding not to.
You had midterms coming up anyways, so reaching out to him didn’t make the most sense. You decided to just stick with studying with Yeongtae at the library for the time being.
Well… Mostly studying.
“Okay favorite movies,” Yeongtae said. You leaned back in your chair, thinking carefully over your choices.
“God, I don’t know. I’m into so many movies.”
“Marvel movies?” Yeongtae asked. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Very original,” you mumbled. He laughed at your indifference.
“Okay, regardless, we should go see a movie together.”
“Okay,” you relented. “What movie do you want to see.”
“What movies are even…?” As Yeongtae trailed off he started typing quickly on his computer. “Uh, Cocaine Bear, John Wick: Chapter 4, the new Shazam movie, Scream?”
“Oh, let’s see the new Scream movie,” you replied, your eyes lighting up a little. “Maybe it’ll make midterms seem like less of a nightmare.”
Yeongtae laughed.
“Awesome! So, we’ll catch the 9:10 this weekend and- Oh. Hi Jeonghan.”
You frowned slightly and looked over to where Yeongtae was looking. You dipped your head slightly when you made eye contact with Jeonghan.
“Hi Jeonghan. What are you doing here?” You asked. Jeonghan sighed and gestured to the backpack over his shoulder.
“I came to study away from the boys,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you here.... With Yeongtae.”
You smiled and nodded.
“Yeongtae and I always study together on Tuesdays at the library.”
It briefly flickered in your mind that you thought Jeonghan had known that. But obviously he wouldn’t be surprised to see you there if he did.
“You should join us Jeonghan,” Yeongtae suggested.
“That’s okay,” Jeonghan denied. “I’ll let you have your time together.”
Jeonghan walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip wasn’t tight in anyway, but he put enough pressure on you to turn your body towards him more. His hand slid up to the back of your neck and he pulled you into a deep kiss.
Your face blazed at the display of affection so publicly, but you were nothing but putty when it came to being under Jeonghan’s touched. He pulled away suddenly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you frantically tried to catch your breath.
“Ten minutes. Fourth floor bathroom,” Jeonghan said. Your eyes widened slightly.
“Ten minutes?” You hissed back. You looked around to make sure no one had heard. It seemed like only Yeongtae was able to hear. “Here?”
“Safe word?” Jeonghan murmured, his eyebrow raising and his stature becoming much less... Dominating. You cleared your throat, looking at the table.
“N-No, I won’t be doing that,” you admitted softly. “Ten minutes. Fourth floor.”
Jeonghan hummed and he raised his hand to your face, tapping it lightly so that you would look at him again.
To be honest, you were disappointed he wasn’t being a little rougher.
“Good girl.”
-
When you pressed into the bathroom your first thought was utter relief. It was completely empty, and on a floor of the library that you knew people never came to. Even better the bathroom was set far away from the mostly empty offices on the floor.
You set your phone on the small seats in the entrance of the bathroom and peeked around the corner, trying to find Jeonghan.
The door to the bathroom opened up just as you came to the conclusion that Jeonghan wasn’t already there. A smile flickered across his face when he spotted you and he closed the door behind him.
“Get undressed… Now.”
Despite this being a bathroom with stalls, it was so old that Jeonghan was able to lock the door behind him. Of course, that was only something you noticed in passing as you began to get your jeans and shirt off as quickly as you could. Jeonghan didn’t match your speed, but you could tell from the way that he was looking at you that he was desperate to be inside of you again.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I fucked you last?” Jeonghan asked. You opened your mouth to respond, but Jeonghan stopped you with a single look in his eyes. He finally got his last article of clothing off and came up to you, pushing your back against the window on the far side of the bathroom wall.
The fingers of his left hand dug into your shoulder, while his right lowered down to your pussy. He laughed when he found that you were wet. “You really will just get wet over anything.”
He pushed a finger inside of you, finally deciding to continue the conversation he had tried to start before.
“It’s been over a week,” Jeonghan replied. “Longer than the other times that we went when you were only coming to parties.”
“I didn’t-”
“Didn’t what? Want to be punished for being needy again? Didn’t know if you should come over?” His voice was deep as he spoke and once again his head dipped down into your neck. The hickey’s he had left there from last time were now mostly faded.
You felt the inside of your stomach coil with pleasure when you realized he was intent on marking you up all over again.
“I had to go so long without fucking you,” Jeonghan mumbled. “Had to fuck other girls, even fucked someone last night and wasn’t left satisfied with a single one of them while you played the good student with Yeongtae.”
As Jeonghan brought up Yeongtae he bit down on your neck, sucking at the skin there. You let out a surprised gasp and you felt yourself grab at the windowsill, in an attempt to keep yourself from moving too much under Jeonghan’s grip.
“I feel like a fucking broken record,” Jeonghan mumbled. “I promised to treat you truly depraved last time and here I am, again, fucking you in a bathroom.”
Jeonghan’s hand left your shoulder and his mouth left your neck so that he could slap you across your face. A whine ripped through your body as your head fell to the side, but Jeonghan didn’t let you stay like that. He pushed a second finger into your pussy and then forced your face back to his with his free hand.
“If you weren’t so bad I wouldn’t have to hit you, you know?” Jeonghan mumbled, a look of fake pity falling over his face. He clicked his tongue as he forced your head to the side again so that he could look at your face. “Then again, it doesn’t even seem like those little hits really affect you.”
The thought of being hit again when your cheek was still stinging sent a rush of excitement through your body and Jeonghan must have felt it in the fingers he was using to slowly scissor your pussy as he turned your face towards him again, amusement spreading over his lips.
“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He asked. “You want me to hit you again? Tell you that you’re forcing me to do it?”
He laughed and pushed a third finger into your pussy, shaking his head.
“God, you feel how tight your stupid little cunt is? Little sluts aren’t meant to have cunts so tight. Good toys should be well used,” he mumbled, his attention flickering down your body. “And your perfect breasts…”
His hand lowered to your boobs so that he could squeeze them and begin to tease one of your nipples with his thumb.
“These poor things have gone completely untouched and unplayed with for so long. All because you’ve been so bad.”
Jeonghan grunted and suddenly struck a hit across your boobs. The hit surprised you and your head flew backwards, hitting the window with a small thud just as Jeonghan’s fingers began to pinch your tits again.
“I wonder if I should turn your whole body red…” Jeonghan mumbled. His head dipped down so that he could tease your tit with his tongue and teeth, only making you squirm under him.
You couldn’t help but roll your hips down into Jeonghan’s hand, making your clit bump into his thumb. You whined, not even really realizing how much you had missed his touch until just then.
“Fuck, Jeonghan your fingers aren’t enough,” you whined.
“But, baby, your little pussy is so tight I don’t think that it could handle anything bigger,” Jeonghan cooed against you. As if to prove his point he spread out his fingers inside of you, forcing a whine out of you. “You feel that pretty little burn? That’s the consequence of being bad. I have to spend so much time just getting you ready for my cock.”
He chided you softly.
“Aren’t you ashamed?” He asked. “Ashamed that I can’t just immediately push my cock into you and fuck you the way I want to? I have to worry about breaking your pretty little cunt with my cock.”
You couldn’t help the way you whined again, rolling your hips harder against Jeonghan’s hands.
“I can take it,” you insisted, your face burning at the implication that you should be ashamed for being so tight. Jeonghan chuckled.
“Yeah? You think so?” He asked, his voice still teasing. You nodded, forcing your eyes to his.
“Please Jeonghan, I’m still a good toy,” you insisted. “I need your cock inside of me.”
Jeonghan laughed.
“Yeah...?”
He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed you around by your shoulder so that your back was to him. You immediately spread your legs for him as his fingers entangled in your hair and he pushed your face against the window.
Jeonghan slowly pushed himself into you, but the pace was agonizing compared to other times. He groaned, burying his face against your neck.
“Fucking hell. At least I know you really are a good little slut. I can feel that I’m the only one who plays with you,” he mumbled. You couldn’t bare to even open your eyes, they just stayed shut as Jeonghan’s hand held your cheek flush against the cold glass. You felt your ass shake a little as you tried to get Jeonghan to push in faster but it earned you a spank hard enough to jolt your whole body.
“You really do want me to make your whole body red don’t you?” Jeonghan asked, but you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was beginning to lose his patience.
“J-Jeonghan,” you whined. “Please- Faster- I want to feel you fucking destroy my pussy. N-Need it.”
Jeonghan just hummed at your words, finally coming fully seated inside of you. Your fingers curled against the window in anticipation but Jeonghan just stayed fully seated inside of you as if he was relishing the feeling.
“Jeonghan,” you murmured, frustration peeking into your tone. “Come on, please. Fuck me. I need to be fucked. If not by you by someone. Please.”
You knew your mistake as soon as it left your mouth, but there was no taking it back once it met Jeonghan’s ears. You felt his grip tighten in your hair and finally he began to move inside of you. A slow pull out before a sharp, deep fast thrust back into you making your whole body shake. You yelped at the thrust, and barely had time to recover before he was doing it all over again.
“Someone, hm?” Jeonghan reiterated. As he spoke, he pushed your body against the window harder so that now your tits were also pressed against the cold glass. “Why don’t you look down there huh? Tell me: Who is that someone you are going to let fuck you?”
You didn’t respond and Jeonghan’s hand came back down on your ass.
“I said who. Look out this fucking window and tell me who is going to want to fuck you?”
Your eyes shot open and you looked down realizing that despite being on the fourth floor you had a pretty good view of the school campus below you. Of course, no one seemed to notice you as they walked to and from class, but you thought if anyone did decide to look up and really look at you for a little bit, they might be able to figure out what you were doing.
“N-No one,” you managed out. “I didn’t mean-”
“No, you did mean what you said,” Jeonghan replied. He started to quicken his pace, but his thrusts were still just as hard. So hard that your whole body was bouncing against his. “You were threatening me so that I would fuck you faster. You thought I would just let that slide?”
Jeonghan laughed.
“Now, who is it going to be?” The palm of his hand pushed your cheek further into the window. “That guy with the green backpack? No. Maybe the one with the black shirt on… Not him either?”
Jeonghan slapped your ass again even though you hadn’t technically done anything wrong, and his hand came around your body so that his fingers could find your clit. You cried out at the friction.
“Wait- Jeong-”
“I think you forgot who was in control here,” Jeonghan hissed. “I think you forgot that you do what I say you can. And I use you the way that I want to.”
His fingers quickened their pace on your clit, and you watched helplessly as your heavy pants fogged up your view on the window.
“Let’s see, if I tell you not to come but force an orgasm out of you… What are you going to do, hm?”
You felt your heart skip a beat when you realized that was what he was doing. You squirmed underneath him.
“Wait- Jeonghan I-” You interrupted yourself with a half shriek when Jeonghan’s hand left your clit so that he could hit it. You felt a shock go through your entire body at the hit, and your pussy walls clamped around Jeonghan’s dick.
“If you come I’m going to have to punish you,” Jeonghan warned, but his fingers went right back to your clit. “You don’t want to be punished, do you? Not while all of your potential suitors are walking down there. People who are going to make you come faster than me?”
You couldn’t help it, you felt your orgasm coming faster and faster as Jeonghan fucked you even harder. You could tell that your words had had a strong effect on him.
“Hm, look, I think Mr. Baseball cap likes what he sees.”
You cried out as an orgasm ripped through your body, and Jeonghan fucked you through it as if it wasn’t happening at all. His fingers stayed stubbornly on your clit as he fucked you, your pussy becoming even wetter as you came around his cock.
“Oh, did you just come without permission?” Jeonghan asked. “Such a bad toy… What am I going to do with a little toy that can’t even follow simple orders?”
You went to protest against Jeonghan but the unpleasant overstimulated feeling that came just after your orgasm was already disappearing making way for a second orgasm.
You whined, your fists banging lightly against the window.
“Fuck, Jeonghan I’m sorry- Please-” Before you could even finish begging him to take pity on you a second orgasm was ripping through your body and Jeonghan was chiding you once again, pulling you by the strands of your hair off the window.
“God, you really are such a slut. You think other people want to fuck you when you’re being so bad?”
Tears dripped down your face as Jeonghan continued to fuck you through your second orgasm and this time you placed your hands on the window, trying to hold yourself up.
“Jeonghan.”
Your words were just a slur that made you sound completely drunk on sex. Drunk on Jeonghan really, and you could tell by the twitch of his cock that he was taking pride in it.
“God, you little pathetic whore. You can’t help but come when I’m fucking you can you? And up against a window for all to see? I should’ve just expected you to be bad. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to get punished.”
Jeonghan’s fingers pressed even harder against your swollen clit.
“And you’re letting me do all of this too, because you like it. This whole time you could have safe worded but you didn’t want to did you? You like being treated like this. You like that you’re going to get punished.”
As Jeonghan spoke your mind raced to try and figure out how you could convince him out of a punishment but it was too late. You felt his cock pulse inside you and a rope of cum shot out inside of you. You cried out in relief, a third orgasm starting to rock through your body but before you could get out another word Jeonghan was pulling himself out of you, his hand pushing you to the ground.
You felt a rope of warm semen paint your face, and- Your whole body shaking as your body kept coming around absolutely nothing- you let your tongue fall out, realizing that Jeonghan was coming on your face.
You pushed your head up against Jeonghan’s hand but he held you in place, not caring that your pussy was leaking all over the bathroom floor, and his hand didn’t loosen in your hair until his cum had finally stopped painting your face.
You slumped a little on the ground when Jeonghan left go of you, closing your mouth to swallow the little bit of cum that had landed on your tongue, but Jeonghan knelt down in front of you before much more could be said.
He slapped you, hard, his hand rubbing the semen across your face.
“You look pathetic,” Jeonghan mumbled. “Covered in tears and semen…”
Jeonghan shook his head.
“Such a bad, bad toy.”
You whined, but Jeonghan’s free hand went back to your hair. He pulled your head sharply so that his lips could press to yours. You moaned against his mouth, but the kiss was short.
“Are you sorry?” Jeonghan asked. You looked at him, sniffling a little, still trying to come down from having had three orgasms.
“I’m sorry,” you agreed softly. Jeonghan hummed.
“Yeah? Well, there’s one more bit of your punishment left.”
You nodded, excitement coiling in your stomach.
“O-Okay,” you agreed. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at your excitement, his hand falling from your head.
“I don’t like fucking you in bathrooms,” he mumbled. “I can’t give you good aftercare in a bathroom.”
Your face flushed red. He was thinking about aftercare even after asserting that you had been bad. It made your whole body feel even hotter than it did before.
“That’s okay,” you said softly. “I’ll give myself good aftercare when I get home tonight.”
Jeonghan hummed, giving you an annoyed look.
“Yeah?” He asked. “You promise to shower?”
“I promise,” you agreed quickly.
Jeonghan made a sound that didn’t sound like he was completely convince, but you could tell he wasn’t interested in arguing with you over it.
“You need a minute?”
You nodded.
“Okay. Let’s sit for a minute.”
-
“Is that a hickey?” Yeongtae asked as you took a seat back down in front of him. He squinted at you and his nose wrinkled. “Is there still cum on your face?”
Your face blazed and you pulled a wet wipe out of your backpack.
“He said to leave it until I got back to you.” You took the wet wipe and began to wipe your face clean.
“Ew.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, so Yeongtae sighed.
“It’s funny how possessive of you Jeonghan is,” he commented with a shake of his head. Your eyebrows narrowed at him.
“Possessive?” You questioned. “I would hardly call a man like Jeonghan possessive of me. Not really.”
Yeongtae laughed and you stared at him. A few beats passed.
“Oh my god you’re serious,” Yeongtae stated. “You don’t see it?”
“See what?” You asked. Yeongtae gestured in the general direction of where you had come from, where he assumed Jeonghan was.
“He’s obsessed with you,” Yeongtae stated pointedly. “Every time he sees that you're with me he gets so jealous.”
“He doesn’t get jealous; he just doesn’t like you.”
Yeongtae gave you a brief offended expression.
“I’m serious. Hasn’t he ever asked about me? Or rather, asked about other guys you’ve been with?”
“Well, yeah but that’s just because he’s worried, I’m sleeping with other people.”
“But you’re not exclusive,” Yeongtae replied bluntly.
“Right, but we agreed that I wouldn’t sleep with other people.”
“But he’s also not sleeping with other people.”
“No, he’s allowed to sleep with other people.”
Yeongtae sighed, shaking his head.
“Okay, regardless of how fucked up and stupid that is.” He leaned forward. “He’s not sleeping with other people.”
You squinted at Yeongtae.
“Yes he is. He told me.”
Yeongtae’s eyebrow raised.
“He lied to you?” He asked, genuinely looking confused. “What- Why would he lie to you about that?”
You were stunned, completely unsure of how to respond. You opened your mouth, and closed it, and opened it again.
“He...” You trailed off, now starting to feel a little angry. “He isn’t lying to me!”
“When did he do it last?” Yeongtae argued back. “When was the last time that he slept with someone else?”
You didn’t want to humor Yeongtae but you also wanted him to shut up about this whole thing.
“Just last night I think,” you replied pointedly. “Why-”
“Call your friend Jun. He lives with him, right?”
Your eyes narrowed at Yeongtae, not normally one to just listen to people when they practically ordered you around but...
You picked up your phone.
“If it will make you shut up.”
Your phone rang only twice before Jun picked up. You heard some shuffling on his end.
“Hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
Yeongtae pointed at your phone, mouthing at you to turn it on speaker phone. You rolled your eyes and did so.
“Hey, I have a really stupid question and you have to promise not to lie to me about it okay?”
“No, Jeongyeon still hasn’t met with Jimin, but she assures me that she is going to see him tonight?”
“What?” You asked. “No, I know that. This is something else.”
“Oh.” Jun was silent for a second. “Okay, what is it?”
“What was Jeonghan doing last night?” You asked.
“Jeonghan?” Some more silence from Jun. “Uh, legos. With Soonyoung and Jihoon.”
You felt your heart skip a beat, and you stared at your phone with wide eyes.
“What? No, I mean after that,” you replied. “What did he do after legos?”
“He went to bed,” Jun replied as if it was obvious. “Do you know how late they stayed up with those legos?”
“So... Jeonghan wasn’t having sex with someone?”
Jun still seemed confused.
“What? Of course not.”
You could see Yeongtae’s smug look from out of the corner of your eye but that was not really your main concern. You turned off speaker phone, pressing your phone to your ear and lowering your voice.
“What about the day before? And uh... Last week?” You asked.
“What are you asking this about? Jeonghan has been doing nothing but play with legos, go to school, and obnoxiously loudly fuck you.”
You were quiet this time.
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie to you about that?” Jun demanded. “Do you think that Jeonghan is cheating on you?”
“Cheating?!” Now that was loud. “We aren’t even dating!”
Before Jun could reply you breathed out briskly.
“Look, I’ve gotta go. Thanks Jun.”
You hung up the phone and immediately began packing your bags. Yeongtae still looked smug.
“I told- Wait. Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find the other boys of Alpha Mu. This is ridiculous. Thirteen boys can’t all lie to me.”
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Part Five: Love the Way You Lie
#WHEN I SAID A WEEK#I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD LITERALLY BE ONE WEEK#BUT HERE WE ARE#Part five will not be out this fast#😰#i’m sorry for all the parts 😰#seventeen#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt fanfiction#seventeen smut#kpop smut#svt smut#jeonghan smut#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan fanfiction#jeonghan seventeen#jeonghan fanfic#y’all still simps for Jeonghan? 😇#love all y’all 🫶
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hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much 😩 and that trope is such a 🤌
also can I be 🪸anon?!?!?!
THAT’S MY BABY
pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.
warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol
summary: kenji and his intimidating gf
notes: I need this man so bad I’m not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon 🫶(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.
you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.
he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesn’t read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.
although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character
while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.
he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.
when in training, he’s really trying so hard to impress you
you noticed him once with a comment saying “nice work, kishimoto.” and he absolutely froze at that moment
he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.
he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass
he says random pickup line at you.
and will always try to insert his flirty comments.
are you a map? ‘cause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.
hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.
no pen, no paper…but you still draw my attention.
the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.
hey, what’s the month date today again?
It’s may now. may I finally be yours?
hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?
the what???
word of the day. it’s ‘legs’ so, why don’t we go home and spread the word?
no pickup lines today?
nah, don’t have any pick up lines cause I’m not tryna be picked up I’m trynna be pinned down. he smirks
It’s stupid, really.
but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips
and of course, it won’t get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face
and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.
“hey, how’s my favorite girl doing?” Kenji said as he enters the gym.
“your favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?” you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.
“that was smooth.” He finally said after a solid minutes.
“wanna see if my lips are too?” you replied with a smirk.
—
“Watch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue.” Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.
“Whoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?” he said after he whistled.
“attitude isn’t the only reason my eyes roll back.” you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.
—
“relationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.”
“yeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.”
“WOAHH!?”
when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like
wow??? you are so beautiful??
He still continues to win you over even when he already has!
he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf
I don’t need protection.
yeah, believe me she doesn’t .
he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and ma’am
you who glares while kenji just grins
he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes
you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.
kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.
My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life
LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.
like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there
gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence
he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL
he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him
but he will pout and will sass you
he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible
It really gets handy
anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it
I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted
EHEM juliette EHEM
can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks
“Remind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?” Warner asks while kenji just huffed.
you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, “his personality.” you feel someone’s pair of eyes on you
Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really now?”
“Fuck you mean by that?” Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.
“yeah, i was surprised too.” you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.
Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, “wow. Betrayed by my own girl?” You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.
he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles
he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"
he puts flowers onto your hair
you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, “why don't we like them?”
he follows you like a puppy
whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.
WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.
he worships the ground you walk on
he sees you a gift from God
he loves to be babied by you
but will never admit it
at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.
#reader insert#rie answers 🦦#shatter me series#shatter me#riewrites 🫀#kenji kishimoto x reader#kenji kishimoto x you#kenji kishimoto#grumpy x sunshine#grumpy gf x sunshine bf#black cat gf x golden retriever bf#black cat gf#golden retriever bf#I love this song#PLS LISTEN TO IT
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- crush | a. anderson
| abby walks in on you at the wrong (or right) time
| content warning: inexperienced but not naive reader, female masturbation, oral (r receiving), strength kink kinda, pet names (sweetheart, baby), idrk this is pretty tame, probably ooc bc my first time writing abby, a lot of the word patrol
After doing a long, long day of rounds, all you wanted to do was relax. There were more infected than usual at the checkpoints. Once you finally get back to base, you’re quick to strip off your dirty clothes and take a hot shower. After you get out, you put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts.
Happy to be back in your room, you lay down, shimmying under the covers rapidly. Your muscles were heavily fatigued, and you felt drowsier with every passing minute, but you knew something that would get you to sleep even faster.
Using one hand to rub your nipple, you move the other down, teasing the seam of your underwear before sinking your hand lower to rub your clit. A soft sigh creeps out of your mouth as you feel instant relief. You speed up slightly, not wanting to rush yourself, but naturally chasing your high. While you focus on your pleasure, your mind drifts to a memory.
Abby was running her calloused hands through your hair. She had been begging to braid it for a few months, always going on about how convenient it was. You eventually caved in, you were never able to say no to her for long. While your fingers were hard at work, you imagined Abby’s, gently pulling your hair, making sure the braid was tight.
She kept complimenting you while she did it.
“Your hair is so soft.”
And also reprimanding you.
“Can’t believe you’ve never let me do this.”
You had to squeeze your legs together then, to dull the ache her words and actions were giving you. Between the thought of Abby and the pace of your fingers, the coil in your stomach was wound tight, ready to break at any moment.
“Hey, I found this mov– oh shit.”
You let out a gasp at Abby’s voice, quickly pulling your hand away from your heat and covering yourself with a blanket that had fallen off of you. Abby had her hand covering her eyes, while also facing the door that she just burst through.
“Abby! Whatever happened to knocking!” you said. You were flushed all over, embarrassed about being caught in the act.
“I know, I’m sorry! I was excited about the movie I found; wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” She was still facing the wall.
“You can turn around, I have clothes on.”
She turned slowly, hand rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward motion. She stands by the door, not sure if she should go or stay, you weren’t really sure what to do in this situation either.
“What movie is it?” you say, trying to break the ice.
Abby walks over to your bed and sits down by your legs, handing you the DVD case. It was some old movie about an apocalypse.
You laugh at her. “Don’t you think it’s a bit ironic?”
“I thought that’s why it would be fun.” she says sheepishly. “Y’know, compare their apocalypse to ours.”
Your laughter intensifies, and you nod your head
“That would be fun.”
You looked up at the same time, you didn’t realize how close you had moved to her, it felt like you were naturally pulled to her. Abby’s brows were pulled together, she had the same look on her face that she did during patrols.
“I could help, if you want.” she says, not breaking eye contact.
“Help? With what.” you ask.
“You know, with what I walked in on.” Abby answers, no shyness left in her tone.
“Oh I don’t– Abby, I’ve never…” you say, blood rushes to your cheeks as you try not to break the intimidating eye contact.
“You don’t have to. You can tell me to fuck off right now and I’ll never speak of this again. But, I would really like to make up for ruining your orgasm.”
Her crass language makes you impossibly redder, causing you to look away. When you turn back towards her, Abby is scanning your face for a sign. Her blue-gray eyes go from your lips to your eyes.
You feel like your throat has dried up, unable to give her verbal confirmation, you nod your head at her.
“No.” She says, taking your chin in her hand. “Need to hear you say it.”
You sit up straighter, nervous of the repercussions that these few words will have.
“I want you to help me, Abby.”
She lets out a sigh, and pulls you in. Naturally, you let her tongue guide yours. Abby grabs your hips, pressing your body up against hers. Gently moving her kisses towards your jaw and down your neck, hitting a spot on your collarbone that has you moaning
“There it is.” she whispers.
Abby spends a few moments on that spot, long enough that you knew there would be a large purple mark there by the morning. Stopping for a second to remove your shirt, she then lays you down onto the bed. Moving her mouth lower, she keeps your legs propped open with her knee. You moan as she wraps her lips around one of your nipples.
She comes back up to look into your eyes.
“Does that feel good?” she questions, looking down at your hips.
You cock your head at her and look down, realizing you had been grinding your leg over her knee. But she doesn’t laugh at you, in fact, she seems very serious about it all, she left no room for you to be embarrassed.
“Yeah.” you reply, barely a whisper.
“I bet it does, sweetheart.” she says, nodding her head sympathetically before removing her leg from your heat.
You let out a light whine, as she whispers an, I know, I know, quickly removing the plaid pajama shorts you were dressed in, making a note in her head to tease you about them later. Moving her cruel kisses right above your mound, you think she’s finally about to give you what you're aching for, but instead, she moves her mouth even lower, to focus on your thighs next. You wanted to tell her to get on with it, but you couldn’t find it in you to actually say it.
Abby was so intimidating, and she always got what she wanted. After many, many, patrols with her, you knew that it was her way, or the highway. Finally, she places an open mouthed kiss to your clit through your panties before taking them off. You instinctively lift your hips for her.
“Please.” you whimper.
“Hm? What do you want?” Abby answers, teasingly.
You move to put your hands over your face, embarrassed by the thought of begging. But Abby is quick to catch your wrists, the show of strength making you clench around nothing.
Shaking her head at you she says,. “C’mon, shy girl, tell me what you want.”
Wriggling your hands in her grasp, you try to get away. It was all a game to her, and it was to you, too. You knew you couldn’t get away, and you were barely trying, but it was fun to try, to pretend like you had a chance against her. Abby laughs at your weak attempt.
“Just tell me what you want, you know I’ll help you, I said I would.”
You suck in a breath. “Want you to touch me, Abs.”
It’s not loud enough for Abby’s liking, but she figures she made you wait long enough. Moving down between your thighs once again, her broad shoulders push your legs far apart, and she licks a long stripe up your cunt. You let out an inhuman groan, and Abby laughs again, sending a vibration from your cunt all the way up to your chest.
You move your hands to the top of her head, trying to grip something, but her tight braid makes it hard. Moaning as her nose bumps your clit, you feel Abby’s middle finger you, which only causes your noises to become even louder.
She comes up for a breath, her finger still steadily going in and out of you.
“What were you thinking about?” She says through panting breaths.
“What?” you question, glassy eyes coming up to meet hers.
“When I walked in on you, what were you thinking about?” She adds another finger, throwing your train of thought out the window. “Answer me, baby. I wanna know.”
“Was– was thinking about when you braided my hair.”
Abby smirked, she knew what you were talking about. You thought she didn’t notice how quiet you got right when she started lacing her fingers through your hair. How you would only shake your head in response to her questions, and how you crossed your legs the first time she gave your head a light pull.
“Yeah? You were thinking about me while you touched your pretty pussy?”
Whimpering, you nod your head at her. She moves back down to your cunt, sucking at your clit causing your hips to shoot up, trying to grind on her face. But Abby is quick to put her strong arm over them, forcing them down.
“Quit that.” she mumbles. The show of dominance sends a wave of arousal through you.
You didn’t know how long it had been since she had started, but it felt like it had been hours. Your head was becoming fuzzy, your hearing muffled, it felt like your ears had been stuffed full of cotton. All you could focus on were Abby’s fingers lazily going in and out of your hole, and her mouth on your clit, she gave it a quick nip with her teeth every once in a while just so she could see your hips jolt again.
You were positive you were being too loud, but you couldn’t seem to care, your stomach was in knots, the ruined orgasm from before was building up again quickly.
“I need– I’m gonna-” you tried to finish your sentence, but nothing worthy was coming out.
Abby took her mouth off of your cunt.
“I know, it’s okay. Let go for me, baby. Let it all out.” She says, kissing your cheek and forehead.
Her words send you flying over the edge. Abby connects her lips with yours, muffling your moans. You were floating, your vision stark white. When you came back down, Abby’s fingers were still moving inside of you. Groaning, you try to push her away.
“Alright, okay, I’m done, promise.”
Abby removes her fingers and you let out a weak sob, she was quick to shush you, planting another kiss on your jaw before leaving the bed. You watch her go into your bathroom to find a towel to clean you up with. Once she was satisfied with her work, she moved in beside you, murmuring small praises the whole time. She showed her strength once more by propping your fatigued body on top of hers, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover you both up with.
“Thank you.” you whisper, looking up at her from your position on her chest, your shyness naturally creeping back in.
Giving you a small smile, she kisses the top of your head.
“It was only right. Couldn’t just ruin your night like that now could I? We’ll talk about this later, get some rest.” Abby says quietly, rubbing soothing circles on your back.
With that, you drift off, feeling content in her arms.
#abby anderson#abby anderson fic#abby anderson x you#abby anderson smut#abby anderson fan fiction#tlou fic#abby anderson x reader#abby !
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Some sick!reader + Ellie headcanons I've been thinking about for you Ani <3
• You aren't too sure if it's a coincidence or Ellie is really just That girlfriend, but when you're feeling unwell, all her plans get cancelled out of the blue for her to lay on the bed next to you on her phone quietly glancing towards you from time to time to make sure you're happily enjoying the drink she fixed for you.
• She also goes above and beyond to distract you from the pain,- physical or mental; and probably talks to you to a point where you have to attack her with kisses all over her face for her to stop infodumping for a second and just enjoy the show y'all are watching
• Back rubs.. belly rubs.. arm caresses.. temple kisses.. small pecks.. knuckle kisses.. and boob holding for comfort??? Ellie-
• If you start to feel better by the evening, she tells you not to frown about the missed date and hand crafts a blanket fort "Girls night" as she likes to ironically call it and laugh about it(I'm a sucker for Ellie being traditionally girly dont look at me) She basically makes you watch old movies, does your hair and lets you paint her nails.
you don’t understand how happy this ask made me like omg. 18+ only due to suggestive content under the cut! expansion below (also featuring a couple of sneaky ai audios right at the end…) cw for vomit.
this is so cute i’m gonna cry you just understand all my daydreams!!! she’s so gf i love her… btw it’s canon that cups of watery, kind of awful tea ABOUND in your household when you’re sick and you don’t have the heart to tell ellie they’re bad. she’s looking at you and prompting you with her eyes to take a sip and you have to conceal your wince as you do it. “it’s good tea, right? dunno if i left the teabag in for long enough… google said two minutes. was that right? it’s good, right???” you wait for her to stop but she just keeps rambling and you feel so bad for her that you just have to nod along and swallow down the tea 😭😭
the infodumping… god, the infodumping. you’re just trying to focus on a show through your thumping headache as ellie drones “honestly, i think taissa did do it to allie on purpose, even if she doesn’t realise it-” until it gets to the point where you thwack her with a pillow and she pouts at you before pecking your forehead with her lips and snuggling down next to you.
also i see your boob holding and raise you tit sucking… because yes you’re sick but, well, ellie’s still ellie, and so of course she still wants to do horny things. she’d spring it on you right as you’re waking up from your mid morning nap, eyes all soft as she looks down at you all curled up in the little cosy nest of blankets she meticulously arranged for you.
“hey baby. you just wake up? i can make you another cup of tea if you want,” ellie offers happily. she must see the slightly apprehensive look on your face because her eyebrow crooks up as she continues: “or, well… i was thinking… what if i, like, sucked your tits? just a little? think it might help ease some of the aching… after all, my mouth is kinda magical, if i do say so myself.” you’re unable to contain your splutter at the terrible joke. ellie grins and keeps pushing it. “in fact, this might be a miracle cure!” she says with all the drama of someone announcing they discovered a new planet in the solar system. “you might never get sick again!” comes her next line, hands gesticulating wildly in the air as your chest begins shaking with unbridled giggles.
a fake depressive look turns your girlfriend’s lips down as she dramatically sweeps a hand across her forehead. “okay, maybe that’s a bit far… stop laughing at me. you’re gonna make yourself throw up again,” she teases, except you both seem to realise at the same moment that her last statement was probably true. your eyes lock as ellie dives for the sick bucket and you do in fact puke, her calloused hands holding back your hair from your face <3
as for girl’s night- i feel like she would probably make you a little mocktail because even though you’re not well enough to be drinking, cranberry juice is really good for you and lemonade is almost one of your five a day if you really think about it… and “mint’s basically a vegetable. like, it’s green enough, right?” when you’re forced to take the opposing side on the is-mint-really-a-vegetable debate she acts like you’ve just hit her with a hammer and insists on calling jesse to settle the matter.
“ok, i need your help with a super important decision,” ellie says, a stern expression on her face. the way her eyebrows are wrinkled in the middle looks extra cute, you think, and lean forward to kiss her. instead you’re met with a hand to the sternum and an angry glare. “damn. okay, important decision,” you agree, eyes lifting to hers in curiosity. your girlfriend sucks in a deep breath and you brace yourself… “should i paint my toenails green or pink?” ellie asks innocently. you feel like thumping her- why do i ever take her seriously?? you think, heart slowing back to its normal pace as you throw her a dirty side eye.
“wait, actually… that yellow looks kind of cool-” you cut her off with a thump to the head with your pillow. “OW!” comes her pained response, your lips tilting up into a smug smile as ellie shoots you a look of pure betrayal. “ok… OK!” THUMP! “i get it! no yellow…” the pillow lifts again as if to drive your point home for a final time and… THUMP! “ow! fuck! wait, why is your pillow so fucking solid?”
+ as promised, the ai audios… as i mentioned on my blog before, my bot isn’t anywhere near perfect yet so please excuse if these happen to sound a little funky!
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Im only human can’t you see
Parings - clarisse x fem reader!
Tw’s- uh reader smokes weed, toxic relationship
Summary - clarisse thinks your shitty girlfriend doesn’t deserve you
She was furious. This day was supposed to be a normal calm day but the universe said fuck that when you came running into the ares cabin crying over your girlfriend.
Once again Ashlyn had said or done something to ruin your day and at this point, clarisse was over it.
“Just break up with her already” Clarisse scoffed and wiped the tears away from your eyes. You sniffed and shook your head.
“I can’t just do that Claire. I love Ashley” You frowned. “I know she doesn’t mean to hurt me, she loves me and I don’t want to hurt her”
Clarisse just rolled her eyes and continued to comfort you. “Oh please that’s a bunch of bullshit. So you don’t want to hurt her but the second she does something to hurt you it’s ok”
“I didn’t say that”
“Well that’s how you acting” she sighed and cupped your face with both her hands holding eye contact. “You.. are beautiful and kind and so fucking amazing…. And someone like Ashley doesn’t deserve you, you know you're worth Y/N so Stop letting her hurt you. trust me there’s multiple women lined up at your door waiting and begging to be with you”
You wiped your eyes and nodded letting clarisse pull you into a hug. Though you’d never admit it you always loved the bear hugs you would receive from her, the subtle hint of pinewood and fire ash brought you comfort.
Clarisse was sitting near polishing her spear and talking to some of her siblings, she looked over and scowled at the sight. You were on the sand volleyball court laughing as Ashley picked you up. What made the scene even worse was you bending down and kissing her. Clarisse gagged at the sight not understanding how you could kiss someone with such a venomous mouth.
You pulled away from Ashly and sighed. “Babe what’s wrong” she asked chuckling, you shook your head but Ashly rolled her eyes. “That’s really fucking annoying how you constantly shake your head never wanting to talk” she spoke sourly.
“Ash you know I didn’t mean it like that it’s nothing”
“Ok sure, It’s Fine what do I care god fucking forbid I was concerned” Ashley scoffed starting yet another argument, however, this time Clarisse was on standby.
“Where do you get off talking to her like that” clarisse stepped in between you two and towered over Ashley.
“Fuck off clarisse this isn’t your argument to bud into”
“Of Yeah? Because it kinda did when you started cussing at my friend” Clarisse leaned forward with a misleading smile.
You groaned and pushed clafisse back seperating the two. “Can you two not.. look she’s just upset over me not communicating properly it’s fine” you sighed and gently placed a hand on clarisses arm watching her calm down.
“Yeah cussing out your partner really setting the bar high on communication”
“Oh fuck you”
You grabbed Ashly’s arm and walked away with her, however you looked back for a moment to see clarisse.
Some hours had passend since the argument with Ashley and you decided now would be perfect to spend time with clarisse. The wind softly blew as you and clarisse sat on the ares cabin roof.. you took a long drag from the blunt before gently exhaling the smoke.
You looked over and smiled slightly as clarisse shit talked Your girlfriend. “I’m serious y/n, Ashley doesn’t deserve you why the hell do you still put up with her bullshit”
“I still put up with yours” you joked which earned you a dramatic eye-roll. “..Ashley actually ended things with me” clarisse looked back shocked.
“What..”
“Yeah uh.. she said i was ‘to much work’ ” You spoke distastefully and put the blunt out.. “you know it’s ironic, I was only with Ashley because she reminded me of you”
Clarisse scoffed “I’m nothing like that bitch” you gave her a look which made clarisse continue to complain as you chuckled.
“Look.. What I meant was that, I guess I’ve always had a crush on you but I always figured you wanted someone else like silena so I picked the next best option, Ashley” you shrugged and looked over, hidden shame and hurt in your eyes.
There was silence for what seemed forever.
“Really..” clafisse asked quietly with a flat tone. You nodded confirming your statement. “So it’ll be ok I do this then huh” you look up confused but was met with clarisse softly grabbing your face and kissing you.
Her calloused hands made light friction against your skin and her chapped lips were a stark contrast to your gentle ones. The kiss was slightly bad as clarisse struggled to figure out what to do, you giggled against her lips before wrapping your arms around her neck and leading the kiss showing the girl what to correctly do.
Her hands rubbed circles onto your waist, adding some tongue while the two continued to make out.
You pulled away smiling. “Gods I really fucking hated Ashley” clarisse laughed still high from the adrenaline. She leaned in to kiss you again not wanting to let you go..
You walked into the dining hall with clarisse holding your hand, your relationship finally becoming official as of the previous night.
You kissed her cheek and gently squeezed her hand enjoying how clarisse tried to keep a strong appearance and not look weak.
“You slut”
Clarisse turned around faster than you expected. Standing behind you was Ashley. “What were broken up for less than a day and your already fucking with this piece of shit”
“Oh your one to talk you-“ you put your hand on clarisses arm stepping between the Two. A position you swore you found yourself in often. You looked up at her and gave her a look telling her to cut it out.
After she gave a resentful sigh clarisse backed up. You turned around facing Ashley and crossed your arms. “Yeah I am, because gods forbid that I actually want someone who appericates and cares for me the way I want than someone like you who only cares about themselves. I mean common what the hell is wrong with you- instead of throwing a tantrum because I have a partner who wants me maybe start working on yourself so your next girlfriend doesn’t have to deal with your toxic bullshit” your tone flat and serious. After a moment you grabbed clarisses hand and lead her away while Ashley just scoffed and started to shit talk with her friends.
“Damn.. that was actually kind of hot”
“Shut up larue”
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pairing: lieutenant!ryujin x detective!reader
summary: all of a sudden, police department sent you to solve serial crimes with lieutenant shin ryujin, out of all lieutenants.
cw: smut, g!p, enemies to lovers, mentions of murders, pet names, in shy ryujin we believe
word count: 960
a/n: sorry it’s kinda mid it’s almost 4 am 😭
“not you again, you prick.” shin ryujin, lieutenant exclaimed, nervously exhaling cigarette smoke. you smirked, straightening your tie and standing right in front of her face, “it’s nice to see you again, lieutenant.” you said in honeyed voice, which made ryujin inhale through cigarette and exhale smoke right in your face. you closed your eyes, not to cause irritation, “you better to stay away from me, detective byun.” she hissed, going inside the house where homicide happened almost an hour ago.
ryujin gritted her teeth, nervously sighing. where could she miss the most important thing for the whole case? ryujin’s eyes drifted all over the apartment, looking for any useful information. “i…”
“can’t find any more clues, lieutenant?” ryujin hears your voice behind her, making her annoyed. shin turns around, slamming you against the wall, “shut the fuck up, you moron! i’ve had enough of you being a pain in my ass!” ryujin spat out. she calms down and relaxes, removing her grip from you. it almost scared her, the way you didn’t say a thing back or flinched, at least, you hid your fear good enough. “maybe you should check victim’s bedroom again, lieutenant.” your only words, as you fixed your shirt. ryujin’s eyes went from your face to your hands, nervously fidgeting your ring on your middle finger.
she nodded, it almost went unnoticed, your eyes remained on her as she headed towards bedroom. for fucks sake, ryujin for real missed a lot of clues here, analysing all information again.
you took a sip of whiskey, your last investigation was successful, thanks to lieutenant, of course.
shin ryujin took a step inside the bar, her eyes wandering around the place, looking for you. lucky enough to find you, she sighed, moving to you. “my my, look at you, my dear detective.” she says, putting on the grimace of smirk on her face, as she slowly approached your side. ryujin herself doesn’t know the reason of tension between you two but she comes along it, fair enough, you do annoy her though, as much as she annoyed you. right.
“what… what do you want, my precious lieutenant?” you put effort to simply say something, barely looking at the woman in front of you. ryujin sighed, just looking at your statement she could say that she just signed a death sentence to herself, not that she’s a fan of drunk coworkers.
“what ya looking at? never saw a drunk woman before? i… hold on….” you spoke, hurriedly standing up and heading to the bathroom.
ryujin looked up, as she saw your figure come out of bathroom, you tiredly returned to your seat, groaning. “i’ve never seen someone being drunk and in a snap of fingers almost as sober as before.” she stated, watching you. you furrowed your eyebrows, as you fixed your clothes, “just forget it already. why are you here anyway?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“it would be better if i stayed and continued to drink instead.” you mumbled, taking off your jacket.
“it’s your work, byun y/n.” ryujin answered, following you.
“not that i have ever expected to spend a night in a hotel room with my lieutenant. in a hotel where homicide just happened especially.” you replied, laying on the bed, which is a king sized, and is the only bed in the room, ironically. ryujin sat down, sighing. “you’re so annoying sometimes, you know? but even now, you’re not.” older woman said, which made you to sit up, looking at her. “and what you mean by that is?” you asked, noticing how ryujin looked kind of nervous? she tried not to look at you, her hand nervously pulling her pants. “well, you… you’re a good person and i-i’m sorry that i yell at you and being rude to you…” ryujin nearly whispered, she flinched, when she felt your arm around her waist and your head on her shoulder.
“aw, such a gentleman you are! and a handsome one, i must say… if we’re complimenting each other right now, you know.” you replied, pinching ryujin’s cheek. “i accept your apology and-“ goodness gracious, when you looked down you almost didn’t believed your eyes. the bulge in her pants?
“oh… well, you can say sorry in a different way though…” you put your hand on ryujin’s thigh, slowly going up. ryujin’s breath hitched, as she almost immediately melted under your touch. you smiled to your thoughts, “suddenly so shy and not even complaining? that’s the way i like it, darling.” you whispered, as ryujin whimpered from your touch, your hand palmed her cock.
in a few minutes older woman already laid naked, as you hand slowly jerked her off. “you’re so cute when you’re not being a jerk.” you said, receiving a mumbling in response, ryujin didn’t knew where to put her hands so she basically just held your arms. “can’t keep you waiting too long, baby, aren’t you cute?” you murmur, as you hear ryujin whine at the loss of touch, just to moan your name when she felt herself inside of you, you immediately starting to ride her. “y/n! oh- fuck…” ryujin whined, her hips slowly starting moving in your pace, making you to let out a moan. you feel ryujin’s hands on your waist, her grip tightening as she’s about to reach her climax.
as ryujin’s movements grew faster and more erratic, you knew she was about to cum so you pushed yourself deeper onto her, trying to take more in. ryujin let out a loud moan, pulling you closer to her, connecting her lips with yours as she released her cum inside of you. the pleasure was intense, you slowed down, as ryujin’s slow thrust continued, letting you to ride out your climax.
#itzy imagines#itzy oneshot#kpop imagines#kpop oneshots#ryujin x reader#ryujin x female!reader#ryujin smut#gp!ryujin#itzy smut#kpop smut
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What if TADC meet a teenager male reader like kind of cold, doesn't like to talk and mostly just ignoring them but a good kid like if he did something he will apologize or help them with something ? For an example, Gangle broke her mask and reader fixed it for her.
Not so bad
I'm gonna warn you now I got kinda carried away with this one. So it's longer then usual.
Caine
Caine, of course, doesn't understand you. In his mind you're just another Zooble, ie a human he understands even less then usual.
He tries based on what he knows to have fun things for you to do. But he's never dealt with a teen before. And you act so different from the others.
He'll try for around a month to help and as he said "get you out of your shell". After that he gives up and assumes you'll be fine on your own.
You may be younger but your still human. In his experience humans can take care of themselves. So you'll be fine, he thinks.
Gangle
Gangle would feel bad. You're so young and you have to deal with this place. Because of that she'll try to talk and make you comfortable despite being very socially anxious.
When she tries her best to talk and you just look at her coldly then walk off hurt her heart. She's trying her best!
After another 10 tries only to get the same reaction from you she feels really bad. She just wanted to help. She'll be very mopey for a while after that.
~~~~~
Gangle was sitting in her room staring at the floor. She had just tried and failed to talk to you again. She even asked for advice from Ragatha!
She just wants to make you feel more comfortable here! She's the youngest (in age) here that isn't a complete jerk so she thought you would like her :(
She starts crying into her hands. After crying for a bit she feels someone else sit on the bed it dipping under their weight.
She wipes off her eyes and looks at them... It's you...
"Oh sniff h-h-hi? D-do you need something?" she says while desperately trying to calm herself down
"Are you ok?" Your voice is still quick and monotone. But their's a hint of worry, maybe even carring.
"Yeah I'm... sniff I'm ok..." She says looking away. She wants you to like her! Not to feel bad for her like everyone else.
"You're lying to me. But I wont force you to talk about it... I've been meaning to say... Thank you. For trying to make me feel better about being here.
I know you're trying your best. I'm just not, very good with communication. I'm sorry you have to deal with that." You say with the smallest smile and slight crinkle at the corners of your eyes.
Gangle slowly turn to you a giant shocked expression on her face. She stares dead into your eyes for a few seconds before breaking down crying again.
She basically falls on you full on wailing and mumbling about how she's so glad she's helped even if just a little. You carefully wrap your arms around her and gently pat her back.
Ironic. She tried so hard to comfort you and make you more comfortable. Yet she still ended up getting comforted.
Zooble
Zooble gets you more then the others. They're the closest in age besides Jax, but he's got something wrong in his head.
When they see you barely roll your eyes in a conversation. Or not really react when someone is annoying you, then you walk off leaving them confused of what they did.
After enough time and guilt seeing you always act like that they finally decides to try to talk to you.
~~~~~
Zooble is in the hallway that leads to everyone's rooms. She knocks on your door only to receive no response. She tries to knock again but the door opens beneath her gently pressure.
They push it open and sees you lying on your bed staring at the ceiling with dried tear marks on your cheeks. They walk in closing the door behind her.
"Hey kid. Rough day? I get it. This place is so loud, colorful, and bright. And everyone here is annoying. No one takes the f̷̥̫̼̈́̍̅̈́̀̓̏u̷̝̟͗ć̶͙̹͕̹͌́͒͛̈k̷̢̙͎͙̀͊̓͝͝ḭ̷͎̘̼̪̖͔̋̀͌̀ǹ̵̢̦̞̟̖͈̹͒͂̅͋̈̆͘͝g̶̡̬̹̯̊̿ hint and leaves you alone." They say while sitting on the ground and against your bedside.
They hear you let out a choked and wavy breath before you speak. Your voice is quiet and crackly. "I just... I... I-I miss my mom... A-and my old house..." You say barely making it through the sentence.
They let out a breath too. "Yeah. I get it. I miss my mom too. Sorry you have to deal with all these mentally ill adults all the time. Especially at your age" They say with a sympathetic voice unusually from Zooble.
They stand up and pat the bed next to you "Let's get you some food. And just between me and you I got some digital weed back in my room if you really need it. Don't ask how I got it. And don't tell Caine."
You tiredly smile up at them then slowly get up. Some food does actually sound pretty good.
(You can't convince me Zooble isn't a pothead. I don't care what people say that is fact to me.)
Kinger
Kinger of course doesn't understand. Yet he, of course does better then everyone else. He talks to you so indifferently. Not like your younger, not like your an outcast or going to break like everyone else.
He just talks. That plus how he basically turns into a dad around you makes you ok with him. You two have had a surprising amount of just calm nice moments together.
~~~~~
Kinger was in one of the circus's many kitchens wanting to get his insects more to eat. He starts checking through the cupboards and fridge.
After searching everything he takes a step back and tries to think of where he might find grubs or bug food. While thinking he feels someone standing on his right.
He looks and sees you standing there looking at him.
"Hey can I... Can we... Can we hang out? My uhh... My brain wont shut up, and I don't want to be alone." You say clearly uncomfortable.
"Of course you can! I was looking for food for my bugs but if you want to do something I would love to join you! I was planning on rebuilding my impenetrable fortress today. Help would be appreciated."
You get a small smile at that. That means you can build the fortress with him, AND you will get to relax in it afterwards.
Ragatha
Ragatha goes out of her way much more to talk to you. You're body and mind got digitally frozen at the worst part the could. She knows this and tries to help keep your mind off of it.
Between that and her being kind of protective because you're younger she ends up taking a protective and tired older sister role.
She's often around you talking to keep your mind off things and to beat up Jax if he tries something.
~~~~~
You hear a knock at your door followed by the sound of your lock turning. You groan and roll over in your bed before getting up. Once up Ragatha walks into your room.
"Hi Y/N! How are you today? You doing ok? You kind of worried me when you left like that yesterday." She says while looking at you.
"I'm ok I just... Can I have one day alone? Please?!" You say bordering on begging her.
"Nope! Everyone always abstracts while alone. And I can not handle coming in here and finding you abstracted. So you're going to join me on todays adventure" She says very matter of factly.
You groan again and flop back on your bed. You know trying to argue wont end well. You don't have a choice in this. So you take however long you can get to lay and be comfy before you're forced out of your room.
Jax
Fuck you. I want fluffy Jax with a younger reader. And I hc that he's good with kids. My blog, I do what I want!
He would, of course, try and mess with you. He tries many times you never reacting much. Once time he goes to far though.
And you react different then he thought. He expected you to just shrug it off again. But this time you broke down cry and holding your head clearly really really mad, and sad.
He watched you sprint off and felt, bad. You're just a kid, you don't even know how to handle your emotions.
He despite not wanting to follows you wanting to apologize.
~~~~~
Jax walked up to your room, the door left ajar. He knocks before going in "Hey. Kid. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was just playin around. You ok?"
He pushes the door open and sees you face buried into a pillow. He hears a muffled scream from you and feels worse.
Despite wanting to help he knows if you see him in your room you'll think he's going to make fun of you. So he takes a final apologetic glance at you before leaving.
Pomni
You're a third of her age and you're still taller then her
Pomni feels bad for you don't get me wrong. But she's got her own problems. Most you'll get from her is a quiet sorry before she goes back to hype focusing on whatever is worrying her that day.
Every now and again you do startle her though. Everyone else in the circus is so loud, you aren't. Sometimes she'll be mumbling out loud and not realize.
Then you give your input on something she thought she was saying in her head when she didn't even know you were there.
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Pomni was sitting in a side room people don't usually go to. It's like a endless waiting room? She uses it when she wants to be alone.
She was mumbling again. "Their just. Their has to be an exit. It wouldn't make sense for their not to be one. This place is like a game. and games always have exit buttons. Maybe I could find that?"
"Honestly. That's not a bad idea. That could also close the game though, then we all die." You say casually as Pomni jumps not knowing you were there.
You apologize for scaring her then she shakily asks how long you've been here. You say you were here before she did she just didn't notice. To in her own head.
(I'm so fucking tired after writing that. I'm going to sleep. Night yall)
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#caine x reader#gangle x reader#zooble x reader#kinger x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#pomni x reader
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Prompt (if taking them] Lady Iron Fan decides to show that she reciprocated Demon Bull King's interest by courtnapping him. The Brotherhood (especially Azure Luon) thinks its a normal kidnapping/act of war.
"You know, my brothers will think this is an act of war."
"Oh, really?" The beautiful woman hummed, setting down the jug and passing over the goblet of wine. DBK was almost charmed, except for the fact that he was still tied to his chair and couldn't pick it up.
No, actually, he was charmed. He had always imagined that he would be the one doing this, excluding the tying to a chair. That was just rude.
"Do you think this is an act of war?" Princess Iron Fan said, drawing his attention back. It wasn't hard, considering the fact that she was a gorgeous woman, even more beautiful when she was committing acts of violence.
"I mean, you do have the wrong atmosphere for such a thing." The room was set up with red and lavender furniture and soft candles. A delicious feast had been laid out, and the pink dress she wore was long and flowing, not meant for battle. "But you could be trying to lower my guard with that eyesore of a dress."
Her smile disappeared. "What's wrong with my dress."
Oh no. "I mean, nothing's wrong! I just think you would look good in purple- no, no. That would be wrong. That would dull your eyes." DBK leaned his face up, away from her furrowed brows and the droop of her lips, to think. "My friend, the Six-Eared Macaque, once gave this long lecture about costume design. The color of the fabric is important when accenting features...uh..." To be fair, DBK had kinda tuned out in the middle and most of that lecture had been aimed at Peng, who had ruined a very nice bolt of fabric Wukong had gotten Macaque as a gift. "Your eyes are a wonderful shade of amber and you have gorgeous dark curls..."
"Really?" The anger had faded from her voice now. "What do you think of them?"
"I mean, gold would accent your everything very nicely since it would match your eyes." DBK tried to think of what color would match her best, but now he was thinking of her just in gold jewelry, which was a very nice thought but very distracting. "But your hair is enough of a draw of its own. It would just need a statement piece. Anything else would drown out your beauty in gaudiness- oh! Red! That is what you would look best in-"
A soft laugh broke through his thoughts. DBK looked down to see the princess cover her mouth, but not enough to hide a beautiful smile. When her giggles came to an end, she looked up. "You are very charming, your Majesty. Are you like this to every girl you meet?"
"No. I mean, I've only ever been like that with Wukong, and he was less charmed."
Iron Fan shrugged. "I can't blame you for trying. He's very pretty."
"So are you."
She leaned against the table and smiled at him. "So are you. By the way, your brothers are trying to break down the door."
DBK blinked. Oh yeah. "Should I go talk to them so we can have dinner in peace?"
"No," Iron Fan's magic hummed, and then she had her distinct fan in hand. "It will give me a chance to change. I have a very lovely red dress in my trunk."
He couldn't wait.
#my writing#Ironbull#Demon Bull King#Princess Iron Fan#Red Son picks up his father's talent of flirting via rambling about random topics#LMK#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie Kid#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#prompt fill#prompt fic
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Idk why but like I really wanna die in somebody’s arms- it’s like such a beautiful but sad way to die?
(**kny spoilers**)
kinda like how Mitsuri died in Obanai’s arms bc that was such a heartbreaking moment but it also was kinda sweet at the same time? Idek anymore 😭 ty for your time btw <3
Broooo-
I hate to be that guy and point to your username, but I think dying in Giyu's arms would be the worst emotionally. I think it'd be actually devastating.
CW// Death / Implied Major Character Death/ Implied Suicide/ Angst
A part of me reasons that Sanemi could handle it about as well as he handles anything else. Poorly, but he'd continue like he always does. That's all he can do because he thinks anything else is a show of extreme cowardice and he doesn't deserve to feel that way.
But when you're in his arms, dying, more color is dissapearing, and he's fighting to see your face past the tears- he's wailing and screaming, and trying to command you to come back. That normally works. Maybe he's gotten scary enough to scare death, but no. He'll never be enough to fend off the inevitable.
I don't think Shinobu would be much different. She has an astonishing amount of hate in her heart. Enough to patch up the wound long enough for her to pretend it isn't there anymore.
You'd be lying in her arms, and all of it would be beating against her head. Every word you ever said, every piece of medical knowledge she had, and for her to be the only one able to know just how incapable she was of saving you- She'd start begging a higher power, probably, begging you to be strong in her stead- save yourself because she's not strong enough.
Rengoku wouldn't cry until you fully slipped away, doing all he could to muster his voice flat- you needed comfort, obviously. He knew it wouldn't heal the wounds, nothing could, but he was still denying that to keep his smile wide.
You wouldn't be in his arms but on his lap, his hand sweeping hair from your fading eyes. I think He'd sit there for a while. For too long, just trying to prevent tears, because you wouldn't make a move to wipe them.
Tengen would hurt, bad. You're in his arms, and he's rocking you, and he's having a panic attack- He'd deny it the hardest. For the longest.
There's a notable difference, Tengen understood, between the weight of a breathing person, and a dead body. He knew that difference the second you slumped against his shoulder, and his knees hit the ground. He'd try to wake you up, tell you to stop the act, it isn't funny, because God, what else could he do but joke in a half witted prayer to hear your laugh.
Giyu....
Fuck me , man. I don't think he's emotionally strong enough to handle anymore loss. He's already disliked by his peers, by himself, god, and everyone who breathed. You were the only person willing to talk with him- to waste time on him. To love him.
The imagery for this one is vivid- the rain. Ironic. Even in his own element he couldn't save you. He's hunched over you and mimics your shallow breathes, protecting your face from the down pour.
You can't get the words out to say how much you really, deeply love him. He keeps shushing you, trying to conserve your energy- He's panicking, too, hands unsure of their need. There were so many wounds, he couldn't possibly tend to them all.
The poor boy would whisper a beg- to let him go in your stead. He couldn't be left alone to survive again. Not again. He had too many lives he was carrying on his shoulders. Too many souls he was responsible for reaching heaven with, and he was never that good a man.
He's not asking God, he's asking you. And how cruel you were to not let him die.
'I can't- Y/N, I can't do this again.' He'd sound close to vomiting. A certain animalistic sound to his voice. Guttural, almost. 'You-You-God- no-no-n-'
But you'd be gone, unable and unwillingly to give him to permission he so desperately needed. Not deserved, He'd remind himself.
He'd all but rot next to you. The second your last breathe loosed, he'd stop breathing, too. Days would go by. Unmoving. Unfeeling.
I truly believe he'd die with you that day.
#demon slayer x reader#hashira x reader#sanemi x reader#sanemi x y/n#sanemi x you#giyuu x reader#giyu x y/n#giyu x reader#rengoku x y/n#rengoku x reader#tengen x reader#tengen x you#shinobu x reader#shinobu x y/n
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Hold me, never let go
Pairings: Kang Haerin x fem!reader
Synopsis: Haerin loved you a lot and you love her just as much.
Genre: idk…
They say friends turn to lovers…
[2 years before NewJeans…]
Haerin was practicing with four others girls before she saw a girl come in with Min Heejin from the reflection of the practice room’s mirror.
“Pretty…” she muttered subconsciously, awing at the sight of you. Danielle who was right next to her gave a teasing look but the younger girl didn’t notice as her eyes were stuck on your pretty face.
Never in Kang Haerin’s 15 years of living have she seen someone so gorgeous.
“Girls, this is Y/n she’ll be training with you guys, she’s really shy so make sure to make her feel welcomed!”
She could see that you were nervous from the fact that you were fiddling with the ends of your hoodie.
Although she’s someone who rarely approach people first, she found herself subconsciously making her way towards you, shocking the other girls.
“Hi, I’m Kang Haerin!” She greeted you with so much enthusiasm that even she was surprised with herself.
You lift your eyes from the ground, facing a pretty girl with pretty cat like eyes. “Oh hello! I’m Yn but you already know that, I think…” You greeted back awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.
To say that you were shy was an understatement, you couldn’t even look at anyone in the eyes.
But Haerin found herself finding your awkwardness cute. From that day on, she made a promise to herself that she’ll get you to open up, which is kinda ironic because the other girls (mostly Minji) used to complain about that same problem with her.
As weeks had passed, she found out you liked a lot of things; video games, mint chocolate ice cream, and perfume that smells like peach.
Haerin would spray herself with that specific scent everyday before practice just to get a compliment from you.
She found herself doing things that she never had interest in just to spend more time with you. Specifically video games, she was really bad at them which was why she stopped playing them until she met you.
Because the only way to get you to talk a lot is if the conversations is about video games, you could rant on and on for hours and Haerin would still listen attentively, noting your favorite ones.
Even if she was terrible at them, she would still play games with you every day after the two of you finished practicing.
You would always insist on doing something she likes for a change, seeing how she doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do, but she would always refuse saying that as long as you’re enjoying it then she’s enjoying it too.
When I say it with my chest, I think I love her. But not as a friend…
You found it heart fluttering how she would always try for you. No one else have ever put so much effort just to make you happy.
“Rin, do you want to go to the cat cafe down the road? I heard the cats and kittens there are adorable!”
Another thing that made her fall for you even more is your love for cats. She found that out one day during your lunch break when you kept mumbling to no one about how much you missed your cats.
“Yeah, whatever you want Ynnie!”
Your hands intertwined with hers as you guys head to the cat cafe. “Aw they’re so adorable!” You squealed and ran to one of the cats, pulling Haerin with you.
“Awe, this little guy looks like you Rin!” You exclaimed as you were holding a ginger cat. Haerin gasped feeling a little offended. “No it doesn’t!”
“He does! Look at his eyes, they’re as pretty as yours.” You made the girl in front of you reddened up without noticing since you were distracted by the cat.
“You think my eyes are pretty?” Haerin smiled shyly, her eyes looking straight at yours. You gave a an adoring smile back. “I think everything about you is pretty.”
If you hold me I won’t let go, I’m not sure I’ve said so.
That was enough to make a freeze, her blushing become more evident causing you to giggle. “You’re adorable Kang Haerin” you poked her cheek before getting distracted by the cat again.
That was it, you broke Kang Haerin.
A year had passed since you first met and since Haerin started falling for you.
After weeks of debating with herself on whether she should confess, Haerin had finally built up the courage to do so.
Kang Haerin felt like the happiest girl when you said yes to her confession and kissed her on the cheek.
But it’s true, I’m in love with you.
Soon, you two began to kiss behind close doors, with your relationship not being out yet. Both of you were scared that if anyone found out then they would break the two of you up.
You loved her a lot and she loved you just as much.
The rest of the girls who’ve seen how the two of you acted around each other, suspected that there’s something going on, but not wanting to point out something that might not exist, they let it go. Though they teased the two of you a lot.
The relationship you guys had was beautiful, you both loved and respected each other so much, and you’ve never fought nor disagreed on anything.
All until one day.
You guys have been walking around eggshells lately.
Your vocal teacher have been reprimanding you and the girls to not get into relationships, saying that it might ruin everything for the whole group. She would always look between you and Haerin while doing so too.
“Rin, I feel like they’re on to us.” You had pulled Haerin into your room.
“I feel it too, but it’s fine as long as they don’t find out right?” Haerin placed her hands on yours, she was as concerned as you were.
“I don’t know Rin, maybe we should distance ourselves from each other…take a break maybe until we’re off their radar.”
“Why would you want to do that?!” Haerin felt shocked as tears fell down her cheeks without realizing.
“I don’t! But wouldn’t it be better for us to take a break rather than being broken up?” Your heart aches at the sight of your girlfriend crying, your hand reaching her cheeks and softly wiping her tears away.
“It’s just that we’re debuting in a few weeks and I don’t want to risk us not debuting together…I’m hurting too, but it’s for the best.”
“If that’s what you want, then let’s take a break…”
Feels like I’ve been hiding, haven’t tried to fight it.
Nothing felt the same after the conversation you too had.
Everyone noticed that you and Haerin wouldn’t look at each other in the eyes and it was concerning.
Fast forward to present time, you and Haerin stayed friends. Friends who loves each other way too much to still be friends, but are too afraid to do anything about it.
Is this how the story ends?
#newjeans x reader#kang haerin x reader#newjeans scenarios#newjeans imagines#Haerin x reader#NewJeans x fem!reader#idol x reader#Kpop gg x reader#NewJeans fic#NewJeans#NewJeans x you#Spotify
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