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yelshin · 1 year

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FRIENDLY SLEEPOVER | MLIST

﹙SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER X FEM READER﹚

An: big credits to that one person(aka @/yourlocalstranger123) who gave me this idea and motivation UwU(it came out/not me)

Tw: grammatical errors (its me using grammarly/j)

Feeling lazy to get out of your bed and do your routine you decided to stay and cuddle with your kitten, not long after your phone rang and it turns out it was Hu tao! You answered the call feeling lazy to speak up.

"Hey [Name]! Wanna hangout again?" You could literally hear Yoimiya and Ayaka at the background giggling at each other, you stare down at your cat who's sleeping peacefully and god he's just so cute! You can't just leave him alone (if ykyk).

You cleared your throat making sure your voice sound raspy before answering Hu tao "I'm really sorry Hu tao but... Cough I can't hangout with you guys because im..sick." you excused and you could feel Hu tao frowned through the phone "Alright! But make sure to rest well and hope you will be better so that we can hangout again! Take care [Name]!" She ended the call and you found your self giggling while rubbing your nose to Kuni's head squealing in happiness

"Now that im 'sick' you and i can spend time together!" You hugged Kuni tightly. While you two are busy cuddling you suddenly heard someone knocked on your door, feeling the momment is ruined you're a little bit mad because the audacity of this person interrupt your momment.

You opened the door to see the construction worker(?) "We got all materials miss, we can start building the room now" You smiled at them before stepping aside and let them do the work.

"meow" your kitten meowed while hiding under your pillow while the loud sound of drilling machine irritates him so much that your pillow is full of scratches but you don't mind, you can just buy new ones anyway.

"Kuni i know its loud and annoying. As much as i want to go out of house right now i cant risk being caught by Hu tao and the others especially i faked my sickness.." if ever your friends caught you red handed they will drag you more on hangouts meaning you wont get to spend time with your cat and you don't want that!

Kuni got out of the pillow before hopping off the bed and sulks on the corner (just like the 3rd pic above) while he let out small meows and you felt bad, but thank god your brain works faster when it comes to Kuni instead of your homework (this is true fight me if disagree) you walked up to Kuni before picking him up and go to the nearby 7/11 (i love 7/11) and eat ice cream and ofc to take break from the noises (not that noises.. what're u thinking?🤨or is it js me)

"[Name]?" You flinched at the voice behind you; turns out it was your long time friend Xiao! 'What a coincidence that he's here at 7/11..' you usually found him eating almond tofu alone at the roofs but its not like you're not happy to see him

"oh hello Xiao" you greeted, ignoring the fact Xiao and your cat are sending daggers at each other (imagine Xiao is also a kitten that [Name] adopted before kuni🤔🤔🤔 thoughts???) 'whos this little cat think he is?' Xiao thought and have a little chat with you and bid goodbye after.

"Now..." You turn your head to Kuni who's pawing your stomach wanting your attention all over him "you wanna go home? But its still-" "Meow." You sigh and drag Kuni along with you at your house to be greeted by a loud noise again .

It has been weeks and now Kuni's room is finally done. You decided to invite your friends including Xiao, you just thought of inviting him since he's always lonely (idk id i should laugh or feel bad💀)

You heard your doorbell rang and you quickly rush to open it to see your friends having their own pajamas and some blankets for the pillow fort. "Its nice to see everyone being present well come in! Make yourself comfortable."

Well they didn't expect a grumpy cat greet them across the living room. Yoimiya and Ayaka look at each other; sweatdropping

"haha..maybe your cat doesn't want us to be here [Name].." you brush it off before saying "don't worry he's like that when he sees new faces"

"LOOK AT HIM GO!" You clapped while standing proudly like a parent watching their child have baby steps while Kuni tried his best to impress you by standing for 10 seconds "YOU GUYS SEE THAT RIGHT?? ISN'T HE SOOOO CUTE!" you cooed while giving your cat some treats and the others look so done.

"i regret going here."

"hello brother? Yes i wanna go home-"

"..."

"is it possible to give myself a coffin discount?"

"now do you guys wanna play a game?" You turn your head to your friends while they awkwardly look at you "Yeah! But i think we need some snacks because playing games without snacks are boring" Yoimiya answered "Alright! I'll go to 7/11 to buy some snacks while y'all stay here and think of any game." You got up before grabbing your wallet to buy some snacks.

Kuni look at the door before transforming to human Infront of your friends (yall dw he have clothes and dont ask me how🥰)

"WH-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" Hu tao shrieked along with the 2 other girls while Xiao have wide eyes. Scaramouche sigh before looking at them with bored eyes "WHO ARE YOU?! ARE YOU [NAME]'S CAT?? BUT HOW一"

"Yes its me [Name]s cat. Got a problem?" It took like a minute for the others to calm down and realized the situation 'does [Name] know about this?' Ayaka thought as they heard the door opened.

"Hey guys im back一"

An: hehehehehehehe CLIFFHANGER BCS YES. Also i need some requests bcs im bored and now that my mailbox is open y'all can send requests now! Also this one is rush jajjajaajwunebdkeusndbf

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6-zao-xing-9 · 4 months

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"Do you.... Want to go out with me?"

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: Y/N, a shy introvert, finally musters up the courage to ask her crush out.... And with the best timing as well

Summoning.... No one

This writing contains..... Fem! reader(obvi).... Nothing else?

A/N: not a req but I am ✨super✨ motivated to write ever since I wrote my first fic! Please send reqs! Its my first time writer for the 'x reader' tag so plz bear w/ me. Idk i feel like toya and akitos were kinda short sorry idk i just went with the flow and it just ended up shorter than the others fsr. L/N means last name not Leo Need lol

Kamishiro Rui:

I gaze up at the clear blue sky, a frown overtaking my lips as I think of the past events that occured throughout the day. I don't understand people sometimes. Is it so hard to accept that some people are different? Why do people think it's necessary to go out of their way to pull a prank and spill water on my new robots?

Sighing, I shake those thoughts out of my head. There's no use dwelling on the past. I shouldn't let their actions bother me. I should strive forward, fix my robots, and maybe be a bit more wise with where I place my inventions.

I soon enter my neighborhood, my hands in my pockets, before hearing a notification from my phone.

Curious, I retrieve the electronic from my pocket and read the text.

Y/N:

'Hi Rui. It's me. But you probably already know that since your contact name for me is probably my name. Anyway, do you..... Wanna come over to my place? To study of course'

A smile creeps onto my face at the mere thought of seeing my crush. I quickly text her back and turn around, now heading to her neighborhood.

Upon arriving at her house, I walk up to the doorstep and ring the bell. Seconds later, the door opens, revealing her in all her cute glory.

"Greetings, Y/N. May I come in?"

I say politely, forming eye contact with the girl.

"Yeah..... Yeah! Yeah o-of course you can come in. Come in!"

Y/N speaks awkwardly as she steps aside, and I find myself chuckling at her sudden nervousness.

As requested, I step inside the small and cozy home, quietly analyzing it.

"This is quite a nice home you have, Y/N."

I place a hand under my chin as I compliment the interior of her house.

I watch her nod before she speaks.

"Uh, no one's home, so I guess we can just study in the living room."

I nod at her suggestion and take a seat on the table placed neatly in the corner of the living room.

The study session soon begins, and I feel myself slowly forgetting about my worries and stress the more I spend time with her.

After about 20 minutes of studying, my attention is drawn to her when she suddenly stops speaking.

"Y/N? Are you alright?"

I ask, curious as to why she suddenly stopped speaking, as if she was a robot and someone just switched off the power button.

"I like you."

...

What?

Did I hear that right?

Did she just say she liked me?

"Pardon?"

I speak before almost immediately getting cut off.

"Do you.... Want to go out with me?"

Once more, her blunt words catch me off guard, though there's a warm feeling along with it.

"I.... Of course I'll go out with you. I wouldn't dream of going out with anyone else."

Tenma Tsukasa:

"How could you..... Why would you....!"

I sigh for the third time as my eyes scan the script in my hand once more, frustrated with how this is turning out.

"No, that's not it! It needs to be more emotional!"

I talk to myself, frustrated at myself. I call myself an actor yet I can't even-

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of a notification pinging on my phone. I sigh and check it, not exactly wanting to be bothered right now.

That attitude quickly runs away when I see that it's a message from Y/N.

Y/N:

'Tsukasa? Hi. It's Y/N. Oh wait you probably already know that- anyway I was hoping maybe if you want to its fine if you dont but do you wanna come over to my house? Just to study of course. Okay bye'

I feel myself calm down and my body loosen up just from the thought of seeing Y/N.

I quickly send a message back to her before leaving the house and walking towards her neighborhood, forgetting all about the script I was supposed to be reading.

Minutes later, I reach the L/N househould and ring on the doorbell.

My smile brightens once I see Y/N answer the door only seconds later, her beautiful eyes gazing into mine.

"Y/N! Good afternoon, friend! This future star is here to study with you, as requested! May I come in?"

I place my hands on my hips as I greet the girl loudly but warmly.

"Huh? Oh, yeah of course, come in."

....

"Oh right! I should probably get out of the way."

And with that, she steps aside, allowing me to enter the cozy atmosphere of the house.

"Your house is very pleasant and cozy."

I comment as she leads me into the living room and to a wooden table placed right under the light bulb in the living room.

"Uh, thanks."

I notice her tone is quite nervous, but I don't question it.

The study session soon takes place, and though some of the subjects may be confusing and hard to wrap my head around, I find my worries and stress slowly releasing their grip on me the more I spend time with Y/N.

All goes well in this session of studying, when Y/N suddenly stops talking.

Confused, I raise my head from the notebook and look at her, waiting for her to continue explaining what she was explaining.

"Hey Y/N, are you okay? Why'd you stop-"

"I like you."

....

...

"HUH?!"

I shout loudly, not expecting those words to ring through my ears.

"WH-WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!"

I shout again, before she almost cuts me off.

"Do you... Want to go out with me?"

Her question leaves me frozen, and it takes a good five seconds for me to process what's happening.

"You want to go out with me?! Why would you just randomly-"

"Just answer the question please."

...

"Y/N, of course I want to go out with you! I've liked you since we first met!"

Aoyagi Toya:

I close the door behind me, unintentionally slamming it lightly, a sigh escalating from my mouth.

I find myself wandering around the neighborhood, trying to think of anything but my big argument with my dad, when I hear my phone ding.

After lifting my phone out of my pocket, I read that it's a message from Y/N.

Y/N:

'Toya, hi hey whats up? If its not a bother, do you want to come over at my place? Just to study of course haha nothing else. Oh by the way its Y/N. Actually you probably already new that'

I reply back quickly, happy to have a destination in mind instead of just wandering.

Shortly after our brief texting, I arrive at the house where Y/N lives, before ringing the doorbell and waiting patiently.

Click click click

The door opens quickly, stealing my attention from the nicely decorated house to the very pretty girl in front of me.

"Ah, good afternoon, Y/N. Is it okay if I come in?"

I speak calmly and politely, a small smile gracing my face.

"Mhm. Of course you can come in, we aren't gonna study outside, are we? Haha..."

As she steps aside, her words form an awkward atmosphere, though I try my best to navigate around it.

"No, I suppose not."

After I step into the small house, she leads me to a table where there are various school supplies atop it.

We soon start the session, and I couldn't be more satisfied with how it's going. I may even forget the fight with my dad for a while....

I listen intently to her words of explanation, when she suddenly stops speaking in the middle of her sentence.

I stay silent for a few seconds, before addressing the situation.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?-"

"I like you."

I blink a couple times, dumbfounded and confused.

".... Hm?-"

"Do you... Want to go out with me?"

"You..... I.... I would love to go out with you, Y/N."

Shinonome Akito:

My fists balled tightly, I storm back into my room, a long scowl stretched across my face.

Ugh...... Why can't he understand? Is it that hard to be a decent father? I hate this so much.... I hate arguing with him....

I run a hand through my hair as my head drifts up to the ceiling, plopping down flat on my bed.

My mind starts to wander off, before hearing a notification sound from my phone.

I aggressively grab my phone from my table, before calming down slightly once I see it was a message from Y/N.

Y/N:

'Akito hi. Do you wanna like idk maybe if you want its fine if you dont but do you wanna come over? to my house i mean. Just to study nothing more of course yeah okay bye'

I sit up in my bed, replying to the message before heading out the door. At least there's a chance of my day being better if I get to see Y/N.

After stepping on her doorstep, I ring the bell, taking this opportunity to look at her house.

I soon hear the door open, my eyes shifting towards Y/N and her gorgeous face.

"Hey, Y/N. Mind if I come in?"

I greet the said girl with a small smile.

"Yes."

...

"I mean no! No! I don't mind."

I let out a small awkward chuckle at her nervousness and feel the need to tease. I won't though.

As she leads me to the table she prepared for us, I take a look around her cozy house.

Soon enough, the study session begins, and the sound of her laughs ringing through my ears puts a smile on my face. Maybe, just maybe, I can forget about stress and my worries for today.

As I smile to myself, she suddenly stops talking mid-sentence.

Confused, I form eye contact with her before speaking.

"Oi, why'd you stop-"

"I like you."

I stare at her, frozen in place, before looking away.

"D-Don't joke with me like-"

"Do you... Want to go out with me?"

"H-Huh?!"

I back away from the confusing girl slightly, as if trying to get a better view to see if she's real.

"Answer the question please."

.....

"Um..... Yeah... I want to go out with you, I.... Yeah."

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kooktrash · 1 year

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Heyyy! I have a Jungkook fic request but I'm new to your account so idk if you've wrote this trope before or not so I'm just gonna shoot my shot :") feel free to ignore if you don’t like it or have wrote it before.

Jk and y/n is in a relationship but Jk has a girl best friend who likes him so she keeps taking all of his time with y/n. Jk unknowingly gives that girl so much attention that y/n gets hurt and starts distancing herself. Then Jk somehow realises shit and wins y/n back. Lmao I'm so bad at explaining 😭 basically super Angsty but with happy ending :")

thanks for sending the request luvvv. also if my man ever leaves me for his girl best friend I’m lighting them both on fi— kidding. anyway. light angst.

Everyone seemed to be able to tell you were in a bad mood aside from Jungkook. Not surprising at all though since your boyfriend doesn’t pay attention to you when she’s around. Like now he’s too busy playing some drinking game with her while you sulk around on the couch scrolling through your phone.

They all say he loves you but you doubt it. And you’re kind of over second guessing if he does. Honestly, you’re not even the jealous type. He can be friends with as many girls as he wants but clearly he’s too blind to see when they have feelings for him. So he’ll pay attention to them without realizing that she’s smirking at you because she’s basically taken your boyfriend. You’re done being jealous, if he wants to only focus on her that’s fine.

You’re not going to beg. You’re not going to call them out. You’re not an angry jealous, you’re a hurt jealous because now all you think about is that he’s reciprocating her feelings and he’s over you. So you’re just not going to try anymore, especially not when you see her pull him into a hug where she wants to wrap her legs around him.

“Alright, I'm gonna head out,” Yoongi said to you as he made his rounds of goodbyes to his friends. He was dapping you up like a bro as he said goodbye but you stood up quickly, “Can you take me home?”

He gave you a strange look glancing over to where Mina dragged Jungkook into a game of King’s Cup, “What about Jungkook.”

“He’s busy,” you said with a shrug trying to ignore the look of sympathy from him. Clearly everyone could see that she liked him and that Jungkook just went along despite you being his girlfriend. It’s not like this is the first time it’s happened, clueless or not he’s ditching you for her time and time again. Yoongi gave in, nodding with his head to the door and it was probably the best thing to happen all night. You got up happily not bothering with any goodbyes and left the party.

Jungkook was tired out. Mina wanted to keep playing drinking games but he couldn’t anymore. He just wanted to sit and hold his girlfriend or dance. He looked around the party for you when his brows furrowed. He waited around a bit to see if you’d gone to the bathroom but after some time he had gotten a little anxious. He went to his closest friend, “Have you seen Y/n?”

“She left,” Taehyung said not even looking at him and instead faced Jimin. Jungkook felt his heart begin to race, “What do you mean Y/n left? When? With who?”

“Yoongi.”

Jungkook’s lips parted in disbelief, “With Yoongi? Why?”

“You’re her boyfriend, why don’t you tell us?” Jimin asked suddenly cutting in. Jungkook stared down at him in confusion, “What d—“

“Jungkook! I’ve been looking for you. They’re about to play spin the bottle, let’s go,” Mina shouted at him and he missed the way his two friends rolled their eyes. Jungkook shook his head, “I’m sort of busy right now. I’m gonna call Y/n.”

Jimin and Taehyung made a move to leave as Mina spoke up again, smirk on her face, “What happened? Doesn’t she let you have a little fun? I’m sure she’s not worried.”

Jungkook sighed, “Still, I’m gonna call her. I’ll be back.”

Jungkook dismissed himself going to find somewhere more quiet as he called you. If you wanted to leave why didn’t you just ask him? He assumed you had been having fun since you didn’t go with him at all tonight and now you’ve left? Makes no sense. He waited for the beeps to end and the line to connect but it didn’t. It ended with a voicemail and it left him even more confused, so he called again, and again he was left on voicemail.

With a huff in annoyances he dialed Yoongi’s number, who did happen to answer, “Hello?”

“Are you still with Y/n? She’s not answering my calls,” Jungkook asked feeling around his pockets for his keys. He’ll just go see you. It was quiet for a second but he could hear a faint whisper in the background before Yoongi said, “I just dropped her off.”

Jungkook didn’t believe that. He could’ve sworn he just heard you in the back, “Really? Do you know why she’s not answering my calls?”

“Nope, as her boyfriend shouldn’t you know that?” Yoongi asked and Jungkook stopped moving. “I mean, yeah but I was with Mina so I didn’t get a chance to see her and n—ohhhhhh.”

Yoongi nodded though Jungkook couldn’t see him, “Yeahhhh. I’ve gotta go, alright?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as the phone clicked. He had his keys in his hands now when a hand went to his arm, “Are you leaving? Perfect, you can take me home.”

“Sorry I’m going to Y/n’s place,” Jungkook said with a sigh and she rolled her eyes. “You don’t sound too happy about that, plus I’m on the way. Or does she not want you friends with me?”

“What?” Jungkook asked now with confusion before he shook his head, “Y/n doesn’t care who I’m friends with. And sorry but you’re gonna have to ride with someone else, I’m gonna see her now.”

“Jun—“ he left.

Were you mad at him or something? It’s fine, he’ll just ask when he gets to your place, but he couldn’t. Not when you ignored him buzzing to be let up and when he texted and called all you said was that you were going to sleep. So he texted Goodnight saying he loved you and you never responded.

The next day he sent you a good morning text that you responded to. He asked if you wanted to go to brunch and then do some shopping but you said no. When he asked why you didn’t respond. Around dinner he sent another text.

jungkook<3: wanna get dinner and watch a movie? I’m starving

y/n: I already ate

jungkook: wanna watch a movie then?

y/n: I’m tired

y/n: I’m sure Mina would say yes :)

jungkook: I don’t wanna watch It with her. I wanna see it with you :(

And you didn’t respond.

He decided he’d just see you Monday, maybe you weren’t feeling good and not even your boyfriend could make you feel better. Right? Yeah, that’s probably it.

Except on Monday you didn’t respond to him when he asked if he was picking you up along with Mina. So he had to find you after your first class, “Y/n.”

It took you a second to even look at him and he can’t lie and say that didn’t hurt. What was wrong was he seriously the reason you’re upset? Did he do something? He wanted to find you before class but Mina made him late so he had to go straight to his own class with her and she followed him to find you.

You weren’t at all surprised to see Mina behind him when he called out to you and it made you wanna roll your eyes. It hurt your feelings and honestly if he was going to be so open with how he feels for her then he should just date her instead. But you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of being jealous, “Hey.”

He gave you a hug leaning down to kiss you but you turned your head before he could meet your lips and instead he got your hair which had him spitting out a strand in surprise. Well, okay. He tried to smile, “So where does my baby want to go for lunch?”

“Yeah Y/n, where we going?” Mina chimed on and it was getting very hard for you to ignore her. Maybe you should just break up with him. It’d make things easier for everyone involved. He can date her like he wants to and you can stop feeling like you have to compete for your boyfriend’s attention when you’re clearly not winning. You checked the time on your phone, “I’ve got a study session to get to. You guys go ahead.”

“Alright, where do you wanna go? Or can I choose?” Mina jumped at the opportunity before you had even left. You rolled your eyes now that your back was turned and left before Jungkook could respond to her. You didn’t want to hear what he’d say.

He thought about you all day. Literally, all day. There was not a single moment he wasn’t wondering about his girlfriend. Why were you upset—with him?

The next day felt pretty similar but he did get a kiss out of you. It was tender and sweet yet you still felt distant. Like, though you enjoyed the kiss, you were happy to pull away. It made him panic, not full blown panic, but definitely let his mind run rampant. He has to get you talk to him. Text him more. Just something. He texts you good morning and you respond but when he tries to deepen the conversation suddenly you don’t respond for hours. Hours!?

Its been five days of this and he’s really starting to worry. Clearly he did something wrong because you’re only distant with him. He sees you smiling with the others, his own friends too. Yet you can’t muster up one of those passive smiles that don’t really hold meaning. He’s tried giving you space thinking maybe you’re not feeling well, you’re not usually in the best mood when something is off. But what did he do?

What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? Ding.

mina: can we get drinks later? :(

jungkook: I’m going to Y/n’s

mina: aren’t u guys fighting

jungkook: no?

mina: well I’m here for u

mina: anything u need

mina: at all times even if it’s late

mina: :)

Jungkook’s brows furrowed staring at the texts. What is she even talking about? Then suddenly, it dawned on him. How he had been so clueless, so blind? Who knows. Who fucking knows! Oh my god he seriously thought they were just friends. No, they are friends but apparently that wasn’t Mina’s full agenda. All those times she’s come out with the guys, joke around about something stupid with him, and give genuine advice over how to make you happy. [rue bennet—‘all those times cassie consoled her, comforted her…none of it was real.]

No wonder everyone has been awkward around him. No wonder he’s found you hanging out with his own friends more than him. No wonder lately it feels like Mina’s asked him and him alone to hang out. NO WONDER WHY YOU WON’T FUCKING TALK TO HIM.

He began thinking of a plan. An apology wouldn’t be enough, he knows that. He’s made you feel awful and it kills him to know he couldn’t even realize it. He wished he understood your silence when Mina was around, instead of assuming you were shy. The times Mina would be hanging off him as his girlfriend stands somewhere else and he was too dumb to see.

He showed up at your place the next day. It was late and he knew it was late but he had just gotten off work and after you avoiding him around campus, he didn’t see you till now. He called you that he was outside and with little time to make an excuse you let him up.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing he said when the door opened, “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend and I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Jungkook, It’s late, I’m tired—“ “Please Y/n, please, I miss you. I miss you so much and I don’t like this distance between us.”

This time you couldn’t bite your tongue, “I thought Mina was filling it up pretty well for you. So just cut the bullshit.”

“Babe, it has never even been like that with Mina—“

“Well you could’ve fooled me,” you weren’t going to bottle it in. It’s been days and it took him this long? “You spend so much time with her and she pretty much acts the part.”

“But you’re my girlfriend, not her, not anyone else. I promise I’m done being friends with her. I won’t even talk to any and other gi—“

“What’s that gonna do?” You asked, “Do you think I want my boyfriend to do that? Because that’s not what I want. I don’t care who you’re friends with. I care about how you act and how you’ve pretty much left me for her time and time again.”

“Please, it’s not that at all. I thought she just wanted to be friends. I really did and if you just told me you felt this way I would’ve never done anything to upset you.”

“I don’t need to tell you!” You groaned, “I don’t need to beg you to pay attention to me. I’m not asking for a lot and honestly if you couldn’t figure that out on your own then maybe this doesn’t work anymore.”

“What?” He swears his heart dropped to his feet, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m tired and I’m not in the mood to talk about this.”

That wasn’t an answer, but it was also answer enough that you slammed your bedroom door in his face where he heard the click and you shut yourself in. He took a few jagged breaths, he couldn’t even bring himself to knock. You were definitely not in the mood and whatever else he says will just further ruin everything. So he sat on your couch and waited in thought.

By morning you were more exhausted than last night. You basically dragged your body out of bed in need of coffee before started anything. It was early, way too early and as you left your room, you stopped. Jungkook was in a sitting position on your couch, phone in his limp hands, head fallen forward and in deep sleep. He slept on your couch? Sitting up? You’ll admit it’s weird to see your boyfriend sleep anywhere but your bed. You went to wake him, not able to stop yourself from brushing his hair up.

He woke up with a gentle sigh at your touch, head turning up to look at you, “You’re right.”

“I didn’t prioritize you when I should have and I’m so sorry,” it was too early for this but you couldn’t bring it in you to stop him. “If you just give me one more chance, I won’t ever make you doubt our relationship. Please just don’t say this doesn’t work anymore because I really don’t want to break up. I love you.”

You took a deep inhale and exhale in concentration. You weren’t sure what to say, honestly, so instead you stood between his legs and left him hug you. “I know.”

“No, you don’t know how much I love you Y/n. I never stop thinking about you no matter who I’m with,” he confessed to the most honest thing he can, “And it kills me that I haven’t shown you just how much and treated you like you deserve to be treated.”

“Jungkook, it’s early, we’ve got class, we’ll talk later,” you told him as he stood now. He wanted to object and ask to talk now but he shouldn’t. He needs to approach then when you want to do it. He'll be patient. He just has to show you through actions and not just words.

It was later in the day when he saw you again. During lunch he joined you in the lunch room and when Mina came up he was quick, “l’m having lunch with Y/n today.”

“That’s fine,” Mina said with a smile that said she wasn’t getting the hint, “I don’t mind.”

“I mind,” Jungkook cut in, “And I’m telling you I’m eating with my girlfriend. Alone.”

You both had the same expression of confusion and surprise. You’ve never heard him talk in that tone ever, or at least not around you. Jungkook motioned to an empty table and you started walking over, just leaving Mina behind. You felt awkward. From what he said this morning you know he wouldn’t leave you for Mina but you were still mad and yet you felt bad for doubting him. It was just so complicated but Jungkook didn’t press you for more. Aside from that short talk with Mina, he was relevantly quiet. He just sat next to you and did little things. For instance, he just split the perilla leaf with you. You’d understand the gesture and how much it meant to him. How serious he took it despite how silly you think it is.

He started hanging out with other friends instead of Mina. He made more time for you because he genuinely loves spending time with you. You’ve opened up to him more too, not just bottling things up and expressing yourself. And he listened. He adores you, he really does and he should’ve showed it to you sooner. He’s not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice. He’s going to appreciate you for everything you are and never instill that sort of mistrust in your relationship again.

#kpop #jeon jungkook #jungkook request #jungkook drabble #bts #kooktrash requests

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yourlocalghoulette · 2 months

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Chapter 2~ Take On Me

Series Masterlist~ Main Masterlist~Meet the horses~

Warnings- eventual smut so MDNI! pretty much just fluff, reader has trauma, language, slow burn, flirting, relationship building

w/c: 3k

A/N~ part 2 is hereee! im literally so excited to be writing this story. part 3 is already in the works! please reblog, it always helps! Lmk if you want to be on the taglist:))

It was only when you got Joel’s number and scheduled your first work day that it started feeling real. Doing this, being around horses again, the thing that hurt you more than anything.

Well, it wasn’t the horses that hurt you. It was the way you were forced to push your limits with them. The way you were yelled at if you didn’t do something right. The way your stomach sank every time you were forced to use an unneeded pair of spurs on a horse.

Sleep doesn’t come easy Thursday night, the night before the long-awaited first day. You toss and turn in your bed, palms clammy and forehead sweaty. You kick off the matcha-colored bedspread you were wrapped in and sit up in bed, trying to take deep breaths to clear your head. You glance at your phone. 2:00 AM. If you know Sōl well enough, she’s probably at a party. She definitely won’t answer until morning.

So you text the one person who also might not be awake but still understands. Joel.

You click on the chat that only a few formal messages have been exchanged in and wonder if you’re being too impulsive. What is he going to think about you texting him at two in the morning? Your mind clouded with sleepiness and delusion, you text him anyway.

You- sorry for texting so late. having second thoughts about tmrw.

To your surprise, the ‘read’ icon pops up as soon as you send it.

Joel- i understand how you feel. are you wanting to cancel tomorrow? i was looking forward to it.

Did you want to cancel? Your brain is in a frenzy. He’s looking forward to it, you think over and over.

You- idk. i think still want to come tomorrow but I’m gonna take it slow:)

Joel- that makes sense and it’s totally good with me. can’t blame ya for feeling reluctant. you can pace things as slow as you want, ok cowgirl?

The nickname jumped off of your screen at you and butterflies take off inside your stomach.

You- ok cowboy;) thanks. excited to see u and the horses tmr!

Joel- likewise. now get some sleep, cowgirl.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you turn off your phone. The conversation was short but sweet and oddly comforting.

You silently pad over to the kitchen and quickly make a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey. While you drink it, you shamelessly open the stable’s website and scroll to the picture of Joel and Sarah. You look closely at Joel’s left hand, resting over Sarah’s shoulder.

No ring.

Ok, he wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean much. He could still be dating, you tell yourself. Even with that possibility, you catch yourself smiling softly at the photo, staring into Joel’s dark brown eyes. Soft and comforting, like the tea you’re drinking. You sigh and walk slowly back to bed, rubbing your eyes which at this point are bloodshot from tiredness.

With Joel’s messages imprinted in your head, you quickly fall asleep.

“Un-fucking-believable. I gave you one. Job. ONE job! To win the goddamn gold medal. And what did you do? You knocked over FOUR jumps. You are a dissapointment to this team. To the profession of jumping.”

“Please- I-I’m sorry, the horse was acting weird! Probably because you made me whip him when he doesn’t need it!”

“Don’t use those goddamn tears on me. Maybe I should show you how a whip feels.”

You wake up three hours later in a cold sweat, your face streaked with tears. You breathe heavily, your hands shaking with each breath. You run your hands over your face.

“It’s just a memory,” you whisper over and over to yourself. You try to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, calming yourself down.

Sometimes you wish you don’t have to wake up in an empty bed, no one by your side to comfort you. It stings when you think about the last time someone was in your bed.

You shake the memories away for right now. Taking one last deep breath to attempt to ground you, you climb out of bed. You skip breakfast, not sure if you would be able to keep any food down with the amount of nerves flitting in your stomach.

You brush your teeth and throw on some mascara quickly, your hands still shaky and making it difficult. You put on a black tank top and faded boot cut jeans, along with a loose red flannel because it can get cold in the early Texas mornings.

It’s 6:00 on the dot when you slide on your steel-toed work boots, tucking them under your jeans. You grab your keys and a granola bar just in case and head out the door.

As you struggle to start your old pickup truck, second thoughts and anxieties start to fill your mind once again. You struggle to push them out of your head, filling it instead with the thought that you get to see Joel again. Nevertheless, your hands shake around the wheel as you drive the short drive to Sarah’s Stables.

When you pull into the driveway, Joel is sitting outside the barn on the concrete bench, shaking his leg with a nervous expression on his face. You step out of your truck and stride over to Joel as he stands up, trying to put on a confident smile even though the last thing you feel is confident.

“Morning,” Joel grins, shaking your hand firmly. His hand lingers on yours a little longer than it should before he pulls away.

“G’morning, cowboy,” you tip an invisible hat, and he returns the gesture. He leads you into the barn, gesturing you to follow with his hand.

“Did’ya get any sleep last night?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice, making your heart melt.

You shrug. “Kind of. And I’m really sorry for texting you so late- or, early? I didn’t really have anyone else to text.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joel waves it off. “I liked it, having someone to talk to even for a bit. I’m always up past 2 doing paperwork and ordering feed and all that shit.”

“Good to know,” you grin, trying to hide the flustered expression on your face. You enter the barn, immediately walking up to the small Shetland pony’s stall. “Hey, buddy,” you coo, gently tracing the long stripe down his face. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Joel chuckles, leaning next to you on the stall door. “That’s Orion. Rescued him along with the percheron, Amadeus, from an animal hoarder.”

“So you’ve had a rough time with humans, huh, bud?” You nod understandingly. “I get it.”

“Very. I get it too,” Joel says softly. “So. Let’s get to work, huh? I’m gonna show you the different feed mixes for each horse. Not sayin’ you’ll have to feed ‘em every time you’re working here. We’ll feed the horses then I’ll introduce you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. It feels weird, being at a barn after so long of avoiding horses, y’know?” you sigh softly. “Is it too soon to say I have a good feeling about you and this barn? Like…I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels different.”

Joel nods knowingly, toying absentmindedly with Orion’s forelock. “Not at all. I get it,” he says understandingly. His eyes soften as he watches you interact with Orion, a slight faraway look on your face. “You doin’ okay, cowgirl?”

You nod, straightening up. “Yeah. Sorry. Just…zoned out.”

“No need to apologize,” Joel smiles softly. A tall cinnamon colored Tennessee Walker down the aisle kicks his stall door in impatience. “Let’s do this.”

In less than 20 minutes, the horses are fed and happily nickering into their feed buckets. Joel had written down the feed mixes for each individual horses with care and posted it on the wall so you didn’t have to memorize them right away. You can tell how much Joel Miller cares for his horses.

“We can turn the horses out now.” Joel tosses you two halters, a purple nylon one and a teal rope one. “Think you can handle two horses at once?”

“Totally.” You sling the halters over your shoulder.

“The rope halter is for Whiskey, the Tennessee Walker and the nylon is for Dottie, the Appaloosa mare. Stalls 5 and 6.”

In no time, you worked together to get all six horses out to the pasture. It’s picturesque, a large green field with a tall white fence surrounding the perimeter. It feels like a daydream watching the horses frolic aorund with eachother, enjoying their taste of freedom after being caged in a stall for the night.

You and Joel sit on the lower bar of the fence, arms resting along the top piece with your head on top. Observing the horses’ behaviors carefully, you can see with the way the chestnut Quarter Horse gelding pins his ears and threatens any horse that gets close to his pile of hay that he’s top dog. The dominant horse, the leader. A comfortable silence falls between you and Joel, as you both let out a collective sigh of relief as the stress of morning feeding washes off.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Joel sighs, breaking off the silence.

“Gorgeous,” you agree, glancing over at Joel. His soft brown eyes are full of adoration for his horses.

He gestures towards the chestnut Quarter Horse. “That right there is Magnum. Total powerhouse. Used to be a ‘coon hunting horse.”

You giggle, staring over at Magnum’s solid build and shiny coat. “People still hunt for raccoons?”

Joel shrugs incredulously. “I guess. His owner gave him to me because he wasn’t getting enough attention. He was ridden twice a week and left to rot by himself in a field the rest of the time. He’s obviously dom, as you’ve probably noticed.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “I noticed. I can tell he has a strong personality, too.” You grin, looking over at Joel.

“Sure does,” Joel smiles back proudly. Your shared gaze lasts a little too long before you turn your head away, looking back at the horses and trying to hide the flustered expression on your face.

Joel introduces you to the rest of the horses; Amadeus, the percheron, Dottie, the petite Appaloosa mare, and Arizona, the gorgeous flaxen-colored mustang/Arabian cross.

“Say, have you eaten anything for breakfast yet?” Joel asks, holding out his hand to help you up from your perches on the fence.

You’re sure this man is going to be the death of you. You shake your head sheepishly, gently grabbing his hand as you stand up. His grip is soft and warm, hands calloused from years of hard work. “Not really,” you say as you let go of his hand. “I was too nervous.”

“What, am I that scary to ya’, cowgirl?” He grins cheekily, nudging your shoulder playfully as you both walk back into the barn.

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes as you nudge him back. “No, not scared. Terrified.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“Ha, ha, darlin’. Why don’t we go get some breakfast? Gotta fuel up before cleanin’ the stalls.”

You shrug. “Sure. Where were you thinking?”

“Home Grounds is a good coffee shop, good bakery stuff too,” Joel offers.

“No fucking way,” your eyes widen in surprise. “I work there! How have I never seen you there?”

“You must not be on the clock when I go. I’m sure I’d remember a face like yours,” Joel says softly, then catches himself, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s fine,” you wave it off. “Let’s go. We can take your truck. Mine’s a little…messy right now.”

Joel chuckles. “Sure as hell can’t be as bad as mine.”

Soon, you’re driving with Joel to the coffee shop, Take On Me by A-ha playing quietly through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You smile widely, opening the window and resting your arm outside.

“Me too,” Joel turns up the stereo. “You sing at all, cowgirl?”

You shake your head quickly, eyes wide in mock horror. “Not at all. Do you, cowboy?”

“A bit. I play a smidge of guitar, too,” he smirks.

“Oh, really? I’m gonna have to hear some of these Joel Miller guitar skills sometime,” you grin.

Joel shakes his head, a smile growing on his face as he pulls into the coffee shop driveway. “Believe me, I hype up my skills wayyy too much.” He turns off the truck and quickly runs around to your side of the truck to open your door. Butterflies take off in your stomach as he does this.

Hiding your flustered look, you deadpan him, eyes rolling. “Dude,” you grin, climbing out and he shuts the door behind you.

“What?” He opens the coffee shop door for you too. “Momma always taught me to be a gentleman.”

“And my mom always taught me to never trust men,” you grin cheekily.

“I can change that,” he side eyes you.

Trying to ignore his words, you wave at a coworker. “Hey, Jess!” You call to her, walking up to the counter.

“Hey, girlie. Who’s that?” She asks slyly, eyeing Joel. “New boyfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you say quickly before Joel can hear. “I’m working for him. He owns a horse barn.”

“You’re back to horses?” Jess inquires, cocking a brow.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, okay?” You spin around to face Joel. “What are you getting?”

“Just a black coffee and blueberry muffin, but don’t worry, cowgirl. I gotchu.” He starts taking out his wallet but you playfully swat his arm.

“Don’t. Please. I get employee discount anyway.”

Joel sighs in defeat, holding up his hands in mock offense. “Fine. But I’m paying next time.”

Next time, next time, next time….

After you order, the black coffee for him and a cold brew for you, you go to put your card in the reader to notice Joel’s card is already there. “Joel!” You mutter, giving him a disapproving look.

“Hey, I’m tryna be nice, okay?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. Thanks, really.”

The atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension as you both sat at a small table by the window, the warm sunlight filtering in. Joel's eyes seemed to hold a certain depth, a familiarity that stirred something within you.

"So, tell me about yourself, cowgirl," Joel said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You took a sip of your cold brew, gathering your thoughts. "There’s not a whole lot to tell. Well, there is, but not a lot I want to go into right now. I fell in love with horses after riding a pony at a fair, and it kind of exploded from there. I started off riding Western and doing gymkhanas, then switched over to hunter/jumpers. That was obviously a huge change. I exelled really quickly in that, but as you probably know, being the best doesn’t mean you’re treated the best. A lot of shit happened at those barns, and I quit when when I was 18. People called me selfish and self-absorbed for quitting, which is what i believed for awhile. But my mental health imrpoved a lot after quitting and I came to accept the fact that it was a good thing.”

Joel nodded, his expression understanding. "I get that. Sometimes life throws us curveballs, and we need to take a step back to reassess things."

"Yeah, exactly," you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "But now I'm back, and I'm hoping things will be different this time."

"I'm sure they will be," Joel said with a reassuring smile. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, cowgirl."

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment, quickly taking another sip of your cold brew to hide your reaction. "Thanks, Joel. I appreciate that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, covering everything from your favorite books to your shared love of old John Wayne western movies. With each passing moment, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to Joel, his easygoing nature and genuine kindness pulling you in.

Before you knew it, your cups were empty, and it was time to head back to the barn. As you walked side by side with Joel, the familiar feeling of nervous excitement bubbled up inside you once again.

As soon as you walk back into the barn, he turns on a 70s playlist and tosses you a mucking fork. “Ready to muck some stalls, cowgirl?”

The music fills the barn with a nostalgic vibe as you take the mucking fork from Joel with a grin. "Born ready," you reply, matching his playful tone.

Together, you fall into a rhythm of cleaning the stalls, the repetitive motion oddly soothing as you work side by side. Joel hums along to the music, occasionally breaking out into a soft whistle that echoes through the barn.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Joel, admiring the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt with each movement. There's something comforting about his presence, a sense of safety and warmth that you haven't felt in a long time.

Before you know it, the stalls are clean, and the horses are happily munching on fresh hay. You wipe the sweat from your brow, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

"Thanks for your help, cowgirl," Joel says, giving you a grateful smile as he leans against the stall door.

"No problem," you reply, returning his smile. "It was actually kind of fun."

Joel chuckles, pushing himself off the door. "Glad to hear it. You've got a talent for this, you know?"

You feel a swell of pride at his words, a sense of validation that you haven't felt in a long time. "Thanks, Joel. That means a lot coming from you."

He gives you a nod of appreciation before glancing at his watch. "Well, I hate to cut this short, but I've got some paperwork to take care of. Think you can handle things on your own for a bit?"

You nod confidently, eager to prove yourself. "Of course. I'll hold down the fort."

"Great," Joel says, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit. And hey, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

With that, he disappears into the office, leaving you alone in the barn. You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through your veins.

You may have started the day with doubts and anxieties, but now, as you stand in the quiet of the barn surrounded by the gentle sounds of the horses, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #mrs ohara writes shit #pedro pascal #the last of us

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mooodyblue · 2 years

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baby don't play | 50s!elvis x afab!reader

summary: the colonel sets up a "win a date with elvis presley!" competition behind elvis's back and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI!! unprotected sex, handjobs(m.receiving), spit, sub!elvis, dom!reader, overuse of "ma'am" tbh, jealous reader, more poorly written smut, probably missing tags.

note: inspired by the story told in junes book about said competition. idk how i feel about this one if im being real. but send in writing requests pls i beg !! i wanna write more!! smut or not idc. anyway, may contain inaccuracies or mistakes. i hate reading over my own work. enjoy. sorry for posting so often i cant stop help

>MASTERLIST<

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elvis paced back and forth in the kitchen, nervously biting at his nails. he glanced over at your presence at the dining table, looking at you read a magazine while having your morning coffee.

he had just gotten off the phone with the colonel and had the worst conversation he could have with the man. you both had an argument about the girls that were always all over him not too long ago. so what was going to be your reaction when he’d have to tell you ‘hey! the colonel just set me up with some complete random woman because of some stupid contest he put on behind my back!’? he was nervous, a little too nervous.

“baby….i gotta…i gotta tell you somethin’” he exhaled and took a seat next to you. “y-you know i love ya right? you know i been real good to you.” he took your hands. you looked at him, brows furrowed. he was almost shaking.

“what's going on?” you asked. he sighed, looking you in the eyes. “so the colonel…” you removed your hands from under his, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “i know baby, i know. just hear me out.”

elvis explained that a competition was set up without his permission, something about going to his show that night following a date afterwards if chosen. it was clear to you that elvis didn't want to do it, he hated the idea of it. but he couldn't say no to his manager, especially when he already hates the idea of him dating you. “i know we just had that conversation the other day, i don't wanna go through it with but i have to.” he said, sadly. “but listen, ‘m gonna be thinkin’ about you the whole time, i promise. you're the only one for me and you know that.” you got up from the table, standing behind elvis and kissing the top of his head. “i trust you. i’m not happy about it, but i trust you.”

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it was night before elvis left to the venue for his show that night, you had a plan all set up. you were going to tell him you weren't going to the show except you were going, you would sneak your way in without him seeing you. you wanted to see what this date of his looked like, how he'd act around her and how he'd touch her.

you watched as he finished doing his eyeliner in the mirror. it was cute seeing how focused he was while doing his own makeup or even when he was doing yours. “what if she's ugly?” he asked, out of nowhere. “i hope she is.” you muttered. he placed the eyeliner pencil down, turning to look at you. “why aren't you dressed? we have to go soon.” you scooted back on the bed, shrugging. “i think i’m gonna skip out on this one.” the look on his face, good lord. you could have taken him right then and there, but you were going to be patient.

elvis glared at you. “what do you mean you're skippin’ out? the night i want you there the most?” he snapped. there was a knock at the door then a shout of his name, he turned his head to the hallway “be there in a minute!” he shouted before turning his head back to you.

“you don't trust me, don't you? is that it?”

“have a good night, elvis.” you pulled the covers over yourself, pretending to go to sleep. you could hear a huff, a slam of the bedroom door and angry footsteps as he left. you quickly jumped up, leaving the room to watch the car pull out of the driveway. glancing at the clock, you had a short amount of time to get ready but you were going to make it happen.

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you were off to the side somewhere, hidden amongst the other girls there in the crowd. there was a big crowd tonight, cameras were everywhere. but in the corner, you could see the press interviewing a girl. she was dolled up, pretty with a nice figure. yep, that was definitely her. you were worried now, your insecurities were getting the best of you. this was a bad idea, you shouldn't be here.

elvis stepped on stage before you could make it out, you made sure to stay out of sight for the whole show. you couldn't tell if you were too focused on her or elvis, but you could tell she was enjoying herself. instead of watching your boyfriend have a good time on stage, you just watched her the entire time. elvis would be furious if he knew what you were doing, but you were afraid he'd fall in love with her.

what if he didn't come home? what if he decided you weren't enough for him?

when the show ended, you had to hold back from talking to her and showing her who he belongs to. the last thing you wanted to do was cause elvis more trouble. you watched as the press continued to speak with her, elvis barging in slowly after. he shook her hand, smiling and speaking to her. if only you could read lips from that far. after being interviewed for awhile, it was just the two of them. you were still there, hiding and watching how he was interacting with her.

he was always smiling or laughing, even touching her a few times. you couldn't believe he was having a good time, he should look miserable! the sight made you disgusted and filled with rage. it was almost too much for you. he kissed her on the cheek and took her under his arm, wandering to the back. you gasped, “oh, that bastard!” you made your way out the venue and back to your car, angrily driving home and planning what you'd be doing to elvis later.

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when you arrived home, you poured yourself a drink and took a seat on the couch, bringing the whole bottle with you just for the hell of it. you didn't bother changing. you were going to sit there, look pretty and wait for elvis to return home. that is, if he does come home.

you had a few drinks and gone through half of your magazine when elvis returned home. he let out a deep sigh as he walked in, throwing his jacket off to the side. he looked at you, all his frustrations from being on a date with another women were gone. you sat there, legs crossed, magazine in lap with a drink in hand. you still hadn’t taken off the black dress you had worn to his show tonight, of course he didn't know you were there. he’ll find out soon enough.

his eyes widened, mouth agape and starring you down. “why are you all dressed up?”

you looked up at him, setting your glass and the magazine down on the table, bending slightly for him to take a peek at your cleavage. “i saw you tonight.” you leaned back. “with her. you looked very happy with her.”

“baby, listen-”

“did you think she was pretty? did you think she was nicer than me? did you consider going home with her and not to the person you're supposed to be dating?” elvis was still in shock. he wanted to respond, but no words were coming out of his mouth.

“oh, now you can't speak? i saw you kiss her. did you fuck her too? i bet you wanted to fuck her so bad, i bet you thought she was better than me.” you growled. “y/n…” he started walking towards you but you stopped him, putting a hand up. “strip.” you commanded.

he looked at you puzzled. “huh?” you rolled your eyes. “did she turn you stupid too? you heard me, i said strip.”

elvis shakily unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side. then his socks and shoes before glancing at you when he touched the waistline of his pants. “take them off. everything. i want it all off, let me see how hard you are.” he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down along with his underwear, allowing his hard erection to spring free. an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment rushed over him, going red all over. you looked at him up and down, giving him a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers. you pushed the coffee table out of the way, allowing him to properly stand in front of you.

you hummed, taking his cock in your hand and giving it one pump before removing your hand from him.

“is this for me? or is this for her? did she make you this hard?” he shook his head in response. “use your words.”

“no.” he mumbled.

“i can’t hear you.”

“no ma'am. it's for you.”

you put your hand up to him. “spit.” he spit in your hand as you held his cock in your other hand, using his spit to glide up and down easily. elvis threw his head back in pleasure, loving how your hand feels on him but also wanting more.

“did you take her to dinner?” you asked, swiping the precum at the tip and swirling it around. “yes ma'am.” he grunted. “did you enjoy it?” you quickened the pace. “no ma'am.” “why not?” although you didn't say anything, he knew better not to touch you. but as he got closer he wanted to hold onto you so badly. he put his hands behind his back, balling his fists tightly. “because she wasn't you.” he moaned, cock twitching and releasing onto your hand and onto your dress.

it wasn't enough for him, he still wanted more and you needed him badly. you weren't finished with him. you licked the cum off your fingers. “when you kissed her, did you think of me?” you began pulling the sleeves of your dress down, awaiting his answer before letting your braless chest spring free. “yes ma'am. only you.” you smiled at him, pulling your dress down further.

he wanted to touch you, you could see it in his eyes. he licked his lips, biting down softly as you continued to slowly take off your dress.

“now….” you pulled your dress down to your waist, just barely under your hips. “did you tell her about me?” elvis nodded quickly, the curl on his forehead bouncing along. you started pulling the dress back up, waiting for him to verbally reply to your question. “yes! yes ma'am! yes!” grinning at him, you pulled your dress back down and tossed it off to the side.

elvis looked you up and down, his cock still painfully hard despite his release earlier.

“you didn't fuck her, right?” you asked, sincerely.

“no baby, i only wanted you.”

you spread your legs, running a finger down your wet folds and sticking it out. he bent down to suck on it, wrapping his tongue around it and tasting your sweet juices. “such a good boy.” you cooed. he whined as you removed your finger from his mouth. “i want you to fuck me, but don't cum until i say you can. got it?” he hovered over you, placing his soft, swollen lips all over your neck. “yes ma'am.” he kissed your neck once more, nipping at the skin and marking his territory.

he took his cock in his hand, the tip teasing over your wet slit. he used the other hand to grip beside you on the couch as he inserted himself inside you. you felt so full, like you were made for him. “you can move now, baby.”

elvis moved your legs up to his waist, gripping onto them tightly as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “faster, go faster.” you moaned. “yes ma'am.” he quickened his pace, the sounds of his hips slamming against yours filling the room. “my polite boy, so good to me.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “fuck, i love you so much.” you whispered. he pounded into you harder and faster, cock hitting your g-spot every time.

“fuck! keep going, keep going!” you moaned. elvis gripped onto you tighter. “‘m close. ‘m not gonna last.” he gasped.

“are you still thinking about me? huh? who are you gonna think of when you cum? who do you belong to?” your nails dug into his back, scratching at him slightly as elvis continued his quick pace.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned. he could feel you clench around him as you got closer and closer. he couldn't back. he was almost seeing stars. was it always possible to feel this good? the sex between you both was always incredible, but nothing like this. maybe he needed to make you jealous more often, he could fuck you like this for the rest of his life.

“answer me, elvis! you want to cum? answer the question. who do you belong to?” he pushed deeper into you, letting out a loud moan. “you! only you!” he wailed. “fuck!” your hips thrusted up to his as he came inside of you, you squeezing your legs around him as you released shortly after. he panted above you, carefully putting your legs back down on the floor as he collapsed next to you on the couch.

“good lord.” he said breathlessly. “need to catch my damn breath…”

you giggled beside him and placed your head on his shoulder. “you know i only love you. she was gettin’ mad cause i wouldn’t shut up about ya.” he placed an arm around you.

“i just don't wanna lose you. you're too special to me.” you murmured. he placed a kiss on your forehead and held you closer. “you ain't ever gonna lose me. i promise.”

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis imagine #elvis smut #sub!elvis #aus!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #sorry for posting 2 sub elvis fics in a row my brain is crazy #also feel free to send me sub!elvis requests i will happily write them #esp sfw sub!elvis like i just wanna care of him ok!!

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herrscherrofyatta · 1 year

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Deja Vu

Albedo x F!reader

angst, crack, y/n is the alchemist, Albedo is a voice actor, Isekai, idk what else to put, Albedo is a simp (real)

car-kun strikes again

"I am Y/n, chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonius, it's a pleasure to join your team."

Albedo sighs as he re-watches Y/n's character trailer for the thousand time that day. He could hardly believe that it's already been two years since Y/n lost control and went missing during the battle against the MC. Since then, the game gave no hint if she was alive or not and in this new update, he would finally find out.

He was on the edge of his seat as there was minutes till the update comes out.

Aether, who voiced the main character, was going to join him as he live streams the storyline.

Getting the stream ready, he gets on a discord call with Aether and the both decide to talk about their day.

"So, how did the modeling meeting go?" Albedo asks as he talks a sip of water as he hears Aether chuckle in the end, "I'm still thinking about it and to be honest, I'm busy voice acting and adding modeling with just make me even more busier."

They both laugh at this before Albedo's phone starts to ring, "one sec."

"Hello?" Aether listens on the other end, a cat like grin on his face, "yes, this is Albedo....oh, you have it ready?"

Aether furrows his brows, he had expected something else, for Albedo to properly meet Y/n's voice actress one on one. He had planned for it-

"I don't think I'll be able to stream today, Aether. Maybe tomorrow afternoon?"

"Guess it can't be helped, I'll see you tomorrow at work anyways, be sure to tell everyone on Twitter." Aether leave the call as Albedo lets out a sigh, "why is my car finally fixed today?"

Now he won't be able to play the new version as he'll need to avoid social media for the spoilers and fan art.

Sending a quick announcement on his Twitter page, he shuts his phone off and gets up from his seat.

Closing down the stream and getting ready to head out to the auto mechanic, his car had broke down last week and sent it in, now it was ready for pick up.

Grabbing his things, he heads out and locks the front door, silently crying inside as he sulks about not being able to see his beloved Y/n.

"Well, let's get this over with and I'll play tomorrow with Aether." He mutters as he runs his fingers through his hair as he crosses the street.

"Let's hope I don't get spoiled, that would suck-"

"Hey, watch out!"

He looks to the side, to see a car going straight for him and he's too frozen with surprised to move as the car gets closer to him.

"Ah shit."

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Somewhere in the world of Teyvat, a beautiful, young woman is standing in front of a craft table with her eyes closed.

This woman is none other than-

"Miss Y/n."

The woman turns around at the sound of her name, a tended smile on her lips as she sees her student at the door of her laboratory.

"Sucrose, my dear!"

She is none other as Y/n, the chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonius and her student, Sucrose.

Sucrose couldn't help but let out a small giggle as she sees how her teacher's face lights up the entire room.

"Miss Y/n, you're very happy today! Is it because of the traveler?"

Y/n hums at this, "thanks to the traveler, I managed to get very helpful information." She smiles brightly and Sucrose couldn't help but feel happy inside, her teacher was finally acting like a maiden in love!

As if reading her student's mind, the woman rolls her eyes and goes back to doing her work, not without a small smile on her lips.

"Going to the topic at hand, what brings you here Sucrose?"

"Oh! Right, I wanted to ask........."

The day goes by rather quickly and soon it's time to head back to Dragonspine, the woman had forgotten to get her clipboard so she had to walk to the mountains.

"Oh dear, why am I sudden so clumsy these days....." The woman mutters, thinking back at the past events.

She was so out of focus at the meeting with the other knights and Kaeya couldn't help but tease afterwards.

Her mind unintentionally wonders to the blonde traveler......"ah, I must be catching a cold, that's it."

Her face feels hot as she pulls her collar a bit despite being in the harsh colds of Dragonspine. "And a fever."

With her mind wondering to the traveler, she's unable to notice someone buried underneath the pure, white snow as she trips. Catching herself, her hands are on each side of the unconscious person's head.

Her brows furrows, "a man? Why is there a citizen of Mondstadt up here?"

She studies the man's feature, he had blonde, ash hair and he wears is really different from anyone else she encountered, while, besides the traveler that is.

The man's eyes open and she sees that they're a teal color before he faints again.

She sighs, picking herself up before carrying the man bridal style in her arms. "I'll take him back to the camp at the foot of the mountain and make someone send him back to Mondstadt."

She goes back where she came from, leaving this unknown blonde man in the hands of the Adventure Guild before retreating back into the mountains, her coat no longer on her shoulders since she left it with the blonde man in order to keep him warm.

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#🌠 deja vu series #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #genshin albedo #albedo imagines #albedo x reader #albedo

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bruh-anator3000 · 1 year

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So, dear wife, did you say Mob AU? 👀 I'm ✨curious✨

I actually wanted to ask about all of them but let's just choose two JKSHJDJFJHF

The last one is (You can't) Outgrow our love, the title feels angsty to me but idk i'm probably wrong (?)

Anyway :3 love yaaa, mhaw *runs away*

Thank you for asking my dearest! If you want, I have no problem explaining all! I did indeed say mob au! Its your average mob, that your parents happen to owe money to. What was it? Oh yeah, 15 million dollars are owed to these guys. Which really sucks, especially since they went to the Bermuda, never to be see again. With a gun to the back of your head, you accept your life will end in front of three tragically beautiful people.

And for the (You can't) Outgrow our Love, it is pretty angsty. Childhood lovers, but too afraid to say it, torn apart by progress. He left for the Academy, then he left your exchange of letters, left the hospital when you went to visit him. He was gone. (And then i cant decide if i want MH!Viktor and reader to meet, or if Reader tries the lab, and gets sucked into Viktor's Hexcore soul exchange)

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Snippet for the Mob!AU:

Why didn't your parents ever send you a postcard? If they truly did steal 15 million dollars, why did you never see it? You still had an analog television. From when you were 6. You had a crappy burner phone. Every book you ever read was from the library.

You never owned anything that was over 100 dollars. Your mattress was the result of a dumpster dive and sheets were from friends who felt bad. If they had really, truly had 15 million dollars, why weren't you good enough to spend it on?

"Am I shooting the girl or not?" Freezing cold ran like a rocket down your spine. A thick and deep accent that you couldn't quite place drawled from behind you. Metal pressed against the back of your head and your throat ran dry.

Everyone seemed to be as chilled as you because they all fell silent. The brunette turned to you once more but his gaze was set behind you. It was so quiet, you could hear the trigger creak, ready to be pulled.

You were certain they were going to let it happen. You said your piece, after all. They gained nothing from it, so what was stopping them from letting the bullet shoot right through your head now?

You could've sobbed if you weren't so terrified.

"She stays alive." Your head fell into your tied hands and you shook with silent relief.

"Ztráta času." You heard them hiss behind you and the gun was dropped. Thunking was heard next, like whoever was walking had to drag and drop their leg in order to move. You felt bad as your assumption was correct.

A man with fluffed out chestnut hair and golden eyes rounded the edge of the table set up behind you. His thin lips wore a scowl as his gaze ripped down your body, only to shake his head when his met yours once again. He leaned into the cane underneath his arm, limping all the way to the other man and shoved the gun into his hands.

"What do you suggest we do with her?" He asked, voice dripping with disgust.

"Keep her." The other shrugged. You all let a 'what,' slip past your lips. "On the off chance her parents come looking for her, we need her as a leverage."

Of course.

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(You can't) Outgrow our Love snippet:

Close up, you could see his hair had been ruffled and his tan shirt had began to fray near the edges. His hand fidgeting on the top of his wooden stick as he leaned into it. There was, in fact, two moles on his face. One under his eye, the other over his lip.

He stared down at you, chest rising quickly. His eyebrows were pinched together and his eyes filled with worry. Deciding on something in that brilliant brain of his, he shook his head and began to walk back.

"It got caught on my shoe lace." You blurted out, hoping he would stay. "It's pretty cool. I like it." The boy froze when you held his boat up to him.

He stopped in his mid turn, choosing to face you again. You smiled and raised your hand higher so he could just take the boat and leave, if he wanted.

"It isn't working." He frowned at his hard work. His voice was laced with an accent you never heard before. "It keeps..." His golden gaze rose to meet your eyes and he clamped his mouth shut. "Sorry." He muttered, and gently plucked the boat from your hands.

"It keeps doing what?" You scootted closer, eyes pleading him to go on. Freezing for the second time, he stared down at you.

He breathed lowly. "It keeps turning in on itself." You nodded.

"What does that mean?" He held the boat and waited. Watching you, he waited. One, two, three moments passed and you stayed wide eyed and expecting. He sat down and told you everything.

By the time the sun had began to set, you had learned three thrilling things. You were taught how his boat worked, you were told he would be happy to meet with you tomorrow,

And, that his name was Viktor.

#LOVE YOU LOTS!!#thank u for listening #my talented wife everybody #arcane #bruh writes #arcane viktor #viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader

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asmotheavatarofhorny · 11 months

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Chapter 1: And A Very Happy Birthday To You

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Wish Upon A Star is an Obey Me series where the player, AKA Yuki, is transported into the world of Obey Me on their 18th birthday.

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⚠️Warnings:

• OC (they’re very heavily based on MC with some creative liberties taken on my part, I just couldn’t bare to make an entire series using you/your pronouns, sorry)

• They/Them pronouns, no mention of physical gender/privates lmao

• Mentions of main character being 18

• Bad parental figures

• Isekai AU

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A/N: Hayy~ Idk what came over me but I suddenly had motivation after months of not having a single drop… Anyways, I’ve been working on birthday content for Asmo and will be posting several things for my darling tmrrw<3 Also, do you like the banner I made for this series? Idk if it’s bad or not, but I like it, so that must count for something, right? (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

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The young teen sat at their kitchen counter, smiling softly as they listened to their favorite characters sing their praises and happy birthday wishes. ‘Finally,’ they thought as they stuck a single candle into their chocolate cupcake with bright blue frosting. It wasn’t a fancy cupcake, just one they had bought for a few dollars from a local convenience store, but it meant the world.

Tonight, at exactly 12:00 AM, Yuki would blow out the candle and wish themselves a happy 18th birthday.

Today was the day Yuki would finally be rid of it all. They would finally be able to move out of the dump they called a home, or rather, their mother called a home. Yuki’s mother had never really been with them. They lived together sure, but they rarely saw each other. Yuki’s mother was unemployed and partied all night long on most nights. She depended solely on Yuki’s meager earnings from their job as a cashier at Burger Queen.

Yuki sighed and turned towards their phone, the dim light and soft music coming from the speakers brought a wave of comfort over them, pulling them back from their thoughts.

They glanced at the time quickly before lighting their candle and blowing it out, their light breath a soft whisper of hope amidst the ashes of heart break and betrayal the world Yuki lived in was littered with.

“I wish that I had a harem of demons, just like in Obey Me,” Yuki muttered under their breath, a sigh that was intended to be a small laugh but ended up coming out as a dejected moan escaping their lips.

In an act of desperation, Yuki pushed themself up and off of the barstool they were planted on, cupcake in tow, before unceremoniously tossing it into the open lidded trash can. ‘There goes my hopes and dreams,’ Yuki thought to themself before grabbing their device and trudging back to their room.

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“Lucifer,” a voice muttered, echoing through the large chamber where they stood.

“Hm,” the silver haired man hummed in acknowledgement.

“It’s their birthday today,” rang out the voice.

“I’m aware.��

A short silence overtook the two before Lucifer spoke again, “You don’t think this will be overwhelming for them, Diavolo?”

Lucifer heard a chuckle from the red haired demon, followed by the tapping of footsteps on the hard tile. “Worried about them, are you?” He asked, “How very unlike the Avatar of Pride.”

Lucifer hummed yet again, his voice bounced off the large hall in a low purr, “Humans are fickle creatures. I wouldn’t want to send them into shock,” he said bluntly.

“Of course. You’re not the only one who cares for them, you know?”

“Yes, I know.”

Diavolo smirked and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder before looking out onto the lake from the window they were stood in front of. “They say that a star falls every time a human makes a wish,” he started, and a bright light shot across the sky, illuminating the water and causing ripples to shine within it. It was so bright it could almost serve as the Devildom’s own personal sun. “The brighter it is, the stronger the human’s desire.”

Lucifer thought for a moment before turning to lock eyes with the red haired demon, “Why are you saying this?”

“Because that star was Yuki’s.”

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Yuki plopped down on their bed, their head resting briskly onto their pillow. They opened their phone yet again and were met with the soft purr of their favorite boy’s voice as the game loaded, and they let out a sigh of relief. The corners of their lips curled up into a smirk before they let themselves close their eyes.

Listening to the title music always made them so sleepy… And Lucifer’s voice certainly wasn’t helping. They held their phone to their chest, letting the soft tune lull them to sleep.

Beep Beep Beep

Yuki woke up with a start as their alarm blared right in their face. They quickly moved to shut it up, wiping the stream of stray drool from their chin before checking the time: 7:50 AM. Oh shit. They were late to school! Yuki jumped out of bed, scrambling to find some clothes to wear. They settled on a comfy oversized shirt and some baggy sweat pants. They really didn’t feel like dressing up today… Not that they ever did.

Yuki noted the bus pulling up at the stop across the road before they grabbed for their favorite ring, picked up their bag, and made off for the door.

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“Mammon! Get up dumbass, we’re gonna be late!” Shouted an exasperated sloth who always hitched a ride with his older brother since he was unable to take a drivers test for himself since he fell asleep every time, along with a certain glutton that rode with them as-well because Mammon never failed to have snacks nestled in between the seat cushions of his car.

“Okay, okay!” Mammon shouted through the loud pounding on his door. He picked up his DDD, glancing at the time: 7:50 AM. Shit.

Mammon scrambled to throw his uniform on, grumbling angrily as he struggled to get all the complicated buttons and straps settled comfortably on his body before he grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

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Yuki sighed as they sat down on the bus, close to the front so they didn’t have to deal with anyone unsavory. They always liked to grind Obey Me in the mornings, and it was hard when they had other people making fun of them for playing a silly dating game.

They tapped the screen idly, grinning at Lucifer’s grumbles about ‘not being a morning demon.’

They dragged an apple from the gift menu to give him, mirroring his soft smile upon receiving the treat.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?”

Yuki could feel a migraine coming on from the question. They really didn’t have the energy for this today.

“Uh, sure,” they answered, picking their bag up off the seat next to them and placing it on the floor before glancing back at their screen at the blushing Lucifer eagerly awaiting more pets and gifts. Yuki heard the shuffle of the other person sitting next to them, and they could feel unease plague their emotions as they felt themself being stared at.

“So, Lucifer’s your favorite?” The voice asked, effectively pulling Yuki out of their trance. Their eyes stayed fixed on Lucifer as the surprise guest ended, and they watched the screen fade back into the game’s Home Screen.

“Oh, uhm. I guess you could say that,” they answered, “I didn’t know anyone who went to this school played Obey Me.”

“Ah, my apologies. I don’t actually play the game myself, I just happen to know Lucifer personally.”

Yuki looked up, flabbergasted at the strange response. They locked eyes with the person and studied his brown eyes. That with his pale skin and white hair, mixed with the black vest and undershirt with a cream colored jacket to top everything off.

“Woah,” they muttered, almost inaudibly. “So you don’t play the game, and yet you’re still a cosplayer?” They remarked skeptically.

“Cosplayer? Oh, this,” the all too obvious Solomon ‘cosplayer’ hummed. “I hate to break it to you, but this isn’t a cosplay,” He grinned mischievously.

“Sure, sure. Man, you even have the poses down,” Yuki said, completely in awe of the detail on the ‘costume.’

Solomon glanced at his hand that Yuki was staring at which was in the air in a wave.

“Whenever Sol does that pose in game, I always think he wants a high-five,” Yuki giggled, looking back fondly on the memories of tapping Solomon’s hand lovingly.

“Sol? What a cute nickname. I have to say I’m honored to receive one from you, Yuki,” Solomon said with a smile.

“…Huh?” Yuki blinked at him before glancing outside of the bus for a moment, attempting to make sense of this situation. “Sorry, how do you know my name?”

Solomon chuckled lightly before answering, “It’s merely something I picked up in passing.”

“Oh. Okay…?” Yuki looked down at their phone screen again, noting Lucifer’s pouty face. ‘Are you neglecting me on purpose so I’ll pine for you?’ It read, and Yuki immediately felt bad for leaving him for so long. They tapped his shoulder softly and his pout turned into his normal resting face as he prattled on about Diavolo. ‘Typical,’ they thought.

“He’s rather cute on the little screen like that,” Solomon noted, “He looks so vulnerable standing there.”

‘Oh right, this guy’s still here,’ Yuki thought annoyedly.

“Mind if I tap him?” The sorcerer asked with a grin. Truth be told, Yuki didn’t really like other people to touch their stuff, but it was just one tap, right?

“Oh, uh.. Sure?” They answered.

Solomon reached over and lightly poked Lucifer on the shoulder, just as Yuki had done earlier.

Just as he had done that Lucifer’s head fell and his eyebrows furrowed, as he prattled on about how untrustworthy Solomon is.

Yuki held in a laugh at the message, glancing over at Solomon to see his reaction.

Classically, he looked rather taken aback, unsure what to think about it.

“Seems he isn’t very fond of you, huh?” Yuki laughed, and Solomon merely glared playfully at the teen.

‘Maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all…?’

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#help I’m bored lol #I’m in love with obey me isekais rn i stg #sigh…#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me series #obey me isekai #obey me fic #wish upon a star #pls give feedback #idk where im going with this #send help #btw I went with Yuki for a name bc MC is giving too much Y/N vibes for my taste #and also it’s the default name for MC #idfk I just liked it lol #anyways #asmotheavatarofhornytm

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erigold13261 · 10 months

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Dream last night (technically this morning). It's long.

Dream this morning. I don’t know what my dreams were last night or what this dream initially was, but what it did turn into was me on a school bus with my photography class from college. However, the situation was more like coming from an away tennis match, which only happened for me in high school. Also by the end of the dream there was snow on the ground, so either it was early in the tennis season or it just felt like coming home from a tennis game and there wasn’t an actual game.

Anyway, what was happening was we were coming home, we were in either our own city or a neighboring city. Still close to home but not in an immediately recognizable and known area. It was starting to get dark out, probably golden hour, so an hour before sunset. The girls in the bus were all happy, and for some reason they had giant dolls of that yellow squid guy from the Assassination Classroom anime. Two people had costumes of him. I think it was my mind saying we graduated or something because he was in a graduation uniform. I don’t know. It was weird to me in my dream and I was asking, or trying to ask people about it.

Before I could really get any answers (because I was also saying how fucking amazing this bus was, it was so spacious but also really advanced and just a nice bus), we ended up stopping at a red light. One of the girls, Abigail, stopped talking, ran off the bus, and ran into a building close to us. We tried to stop her, but we only called out from the bus, we didn’t actually try to physically stop her.

The bus driver pulled over into a big parking lot and we went over to the building. We didn’t go in at all, I don’t think we could have at that point because it wouldn’t let us in. None of us tried, but I could feel it wouldn’t let us in. We waited a bit, trying to ask people coming out what this building was, and everyone ignored us or said it was a hospital (it was not, it looked like a corner store that had an upstairs where people lived, or like a corner of a brownstone. Either way it wasn’t an official hospital at all).

Well, after like an hour of waiting and it getting really dark, for some reason my professor said we couldn’t do anything for Abigail because she is an adult and we had to get home. If she was sick and needed the hospital then we couldn’t really force her out. I felt weird about this whole situation but no one really seemed to care so we all got back on the bus and started to drive off. People were trying to text her or get an answer. I wasn’t at first because I didn’t think we were friends but I think I did end up sending her a message. I never got a message back, but I did get a massive pit in my stomach and knew something was definitely wrong with that place.

When I looked up from my phone, we were back right before the stop light. It was bright and everyone was on the bus again, Abigail included. Right as we stopped, the same thing happened. Abigail went running and no one stopped her, except this time I went after her too. It felt like something was also pulling me into the building, telling me to get in, but I knew for a fact that I needed to stop Abigail from getting in, or to help her get out.

She got in the door first, the door shut before I could get there but I could open it myself. The inside of the door (standard door with knob handle, no windows or crash bar) was locked while the outside knob was completely turnable. Since 2 kids left, now everyone came running to help. I looked at my class and pleaded with them to keep this door open. Do not let anyone in. To please trust me as I felt something really bad was happening. I think a few other girls had run in before I started begging, but they quickly disappeared once they got in.

Inside was a long bright hallway. Maybe it was all white or beige, idk but it was very bright but it didn’t hurt my eyes. At the end of the hallway was a nursing table with 2 people. One person behind the desk and another leaning against it having fun talking. They both worked there and were looking at me as they spoke. In front of the desk (it was turned so the door saw the side of the desk) was another hallway or a stairway, maybe both.

I was able to get one of the girls to hold the door open. They trusted me since I never did anything stupid or weird like this. I even got some strangers to turn around. I for some reason asked if they had ever been here before, and they all said no, and I got them to turn away because once they saw the inside of the building, they were sketched out. Even my own Nana with my Aunt came before I went inside and I got them to leave because the person not behind the desk was standing on the counter and laughing and dancing. I asked my family if that looked professional and they agreed it didn’t and left. I told my class they had to keep doing stuff like that and ran off into the building.

My instinct was driving me at this point since I couldn’t follow the girls that came in since I was so behind. The people at the desk welcomed me and told me to go down the stairs for my treatment. When I went in the hallway there was a set of stairs going up and a set going down. My instincts were telling me down and I just hoped that all the girls went down and we didn’t get split up (my reasoning later was that they send people with depression or mental problems down and people who want to party or get idk, like surgery or something, go up).

As I went down, things got super dark. You could barely see anything at first since you came from a super bright area. Once my eyes adjusted, it was still dark, but now small neon light strips lit up small areas. It was just enough for people to get around without hitting all the machinery that was strewn around. It looked like some kind of sewing factory from the 1800s, with machines crammed together in small spaces.

You had to follow the narrow path and on the path you were supposed to follow the instructions. Most of these instructions were to put your arm in a machine (they weren’t sewing machines, but they looked like hydraulic presses or sanders and other machines used in stuff like carpentry or other construction careers. Not medical machines). I refused to do that and pushed past the lines of people. Nothing stopped me, and no one cared. They were all too focused on following the rules and honestly seemed more like they were in a trance.

The pathway snaked around a tiny bit, but then would lead to a new set of stairs and to more machinery. I just followed, sometimes jumping over machines just to make it quicker, and ended up finding some of the other girls, and now some boys, who were with my group (don’t know where the boys came from, but now my mind is basically saying there were some boys on our bus that I must not have seen or something).

These people were actually following the machinery rules and putting their arms in and getting whatever fucking treatment was being given to them. I had to snap them out of it and told them to not do that! They didn’t want to follow me at first until I said something to change their minds. I think I reminded them about Abigail or something and that brought them back to reason. There was definitely something in the air making people complacent and I felt I could start feeling it too, so I had to be quicker.

We were kinda running through the place now, trying to ignore the instructions to get in machinery or whatever. I think there was a new area we got to, but I can’t remember what that one was. However, I do remember the one after that which was a standard bedroom/master bedroom sized room. We had to jump over some machinery or a table into a hole in the wall to get into this room.

Inside it was like a tanning room. It was still super dark but at least now we had a consistent light source from blacklights. Made everything look neon purple and stuff, it was cool (maybe it was all UV lights instead of blacklights, idk). Anyway, there was a set of double doors that were glass but we couldn’t see out of them. Before going through them though we looked more around the tanning room. The tanning beds were more like those spray tan booths, so standing up, and were embedded into the wall. I think there were 3 or 4 booths, all being used. Not by anyone we knew and no one we knew was in the room so we went onto the next room.

That room was a GIANT ballroom that people were partying in. Still dark, but now with neon lights and glow sticks everywhere. It was loud but silent at the same time. I couldn’t hear anyone but no music was playing in my head, but I could feel the beats of the music and they were starting to make my mind hazy and I almost wanted to just dance to the beat I was feeling.

I kept my group with me, and finally actually called out for Abigail. Something I hadn’t done this whole time because I guess I could feel it would be useless because I could tell she wasn’t in any of the spaces beforehand. She actually answered and was wondering what we were doing here. I told her we were there for her and this place wasn’t okay, it wasn’t safe. Something was very wrong here and we had to leave now, without participating in any more of their games/instructions.

She tried arguing with me, saying how this place is helping her, how she was depressed and sad but here she felt amazing. She went on to explain how she had been overwhelmed and tired of everything moving so fast and chaotically, which was exactly what was happening here. She didn’t realize that this entire place is the exact same thing she was running away from. I told her how this place was crazy chaotic, for her to look around, to see how it looked more like a nightclub than a hospital.

I said some other stuff, can’t remember, but it pleaded to her as an individual and showed how much I cared and knew about her, which made her cry and break down. She realized she didn’t want to be here at all and wanted to leave. Being snapped out of the trance made it so she was now being hurt by the environment (like hurt because of being overstimulated, the environment wasn’t actually trying to hurt us). People around us were also just staring at us, standing motionless and holding solo cups. They were judging us and would not look away at all. It started to feel dangerous there.

Abigail couldn’t get up on her own so I picked her up and she cried on my shoulder as I ran with her. I told the rest of the group to follow me and don’t follow any of the signs or instructions you are given. I can’t remember if there was another room we had to go through after the ballroom. I do remember a lot of hallways, kinda like the back of a concert hall, just more like a maze, that we were running through. Jumping over fallen boxes and using my instincts to get out instead of following the signs which kept wanting to bring up to the ballroom or other rooms.

It was also finally light where we were. Not bright by any means, but we could actually see the whole room/hall instead of just parts of the room or highlights of objects.

This brightness continued as we ended up entering a cafeteria. It had lines set up, divided by half walls instead of like those velvet ropes. One entrance said something like Abigail only, the other said No Abigail. Either that or it said one of the other names of the people in our group.

Well, one of them followed the sign and went into the actual line they were supposed to go and I yelled at them for doing that. I told everyone to just go in that line now so we aren’t separated and I brought Abigail into there as well. I put her down and she was able to walk on her own, but now I had to stop the other people from getting food.

The food was like a stereotypical high school/middle school cafeteria where you slide a lunch tray across a metal railing or whatever and get food. Three people were like, getting food already, and I had to literally drag them from there and tell them to get out of this area. We are so close to the exit and this is just going to ruin our escape or set us back or something. They listened to me and they all went out of the area.

Also to point out, we were the ONLY people in line. The whole cafeteria was empty and dead silent except for us. Even the cafeteria workers were silent and you couldn’t even see their faces. It was more like they were shadow people and they were calling out to us silently to get some food so we don’t starve. We were gonna starve, we had to eat. Stuff like that to make us panic and follow their rules.

I was able to get us out of there and we somehow made it to the same starting hallway. We got there through double glass doors, which made no sense because they were not there before. It was just the stairs and the hallway before, but whatever, we were basically free. Someone was still holding the door open and we got out.

I was the last out, making sure everyone got out first, and they all left me. They went back to the bus as I slowly started to stumble and then I collapsed into some snow on the ground in the parking lot. The sun was now going down, we were in there for like only an hour, but it felt like days. The whole time I was mentally fighting whatever thing they were doing to me to try and get people out safely. I felt so sick and tired and just wanted to cry and throw up.

I held myself as I looked up to see everyone in the bus waiting for me but no one was looking at me. They all just assumed I would be fine and get up eventually (or they couldn’t even process I was on the ground like I was). I just knew something was still wrong, and at this point in the dream I realized I had been here before. Not just in the first part of the dream, where I was here technically and then it all reset.

No, I had been in that building before and had gone through it the right way a long time ago. I have no idea what happened, but that is why I knew it was bad. It did something to me when I was younger and either I blocked it out, or it was so ingrained into me that I didn’t even notice I had gone through something like that.

I still don’t know what the bad thing was. I don’t think it was like mind control or something, but it was bad and I didn’t want anyone else to go through that. Pretty sure my dream ended with me looking back at the building and seeing the 2 people from the hallway at the door smiling and waving at me. Basically saying with their faces that I will be back there one way or another.

#rambling #eridreams #eritalks #noart

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Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”

#dilf collab!!#daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi smut #daichi smut #dilf daichi #daddy daichi #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut

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hornime · 3 years

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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere.

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched.

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.”

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements.

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.”

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix.

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.”

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs.

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist.

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

#kinky.inky #haikyū!!#haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu smut #hinata smut #bokuto smut #suna smut #sakusa smut #iwaizumi #sakusa #bokuto #hinata #suna #atsumu

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koushou · 3 years

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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Naive (3)

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

Previous part

Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed.

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

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