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elryuse · 7 months

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IMPREGNATING MY ROOMATE

SOHEE X MALE READER

TAGS : Noona, Naughty, Roomate, Dirty talk, Impregnation, Creampie

You were just working on some of your unfinished projects before finally finishing it just right about the deadline. Being a college student is not an easy task, just like what you think it would be. In reality it's fucking tiring.

But there is always someone who would brighten up your day. She is none other than your doorstep roomate named Sohee. Even though she is older than you, you always felt like your chemistry with her is just amazing. She always cared for you, and maybe that's why you always think of her as an older sister figure.

But lately, You started to feel something that you can't understand. Something more than just an older sister figure type of love. Not to mention the way she started to dress nowadays is getting more and more revealing than usual. But knowing that you don't want to ruin this beautiful relationship, you tried to keep it away for now.

Finally you went back to your room after finishing the torture amount of work. But what you didn't expect was Sohee standing in the kitchen cooking some delicious food. She was wearing a tight and small grey colored Calvin Klein Crop Top. With some tight training pants as well. It perfectly fits her petite body and she just looks gorgeous tonight.

"Y/n....come on... I made some 김치 찌개 (Kimchi Jigae) ".

"Wahh daebak... Thank you so much Sohee Noona".

" *chukle* Of course... Come sit here... I'll get the Rice ready".

You were totally not expecting this tonight. Sohee would usually buy some delivery food instead. Not to mention her drinking habits as well. I mean last night, she'll get 2 boxes of fried chicken and a whole box of beer. You'll probably think that she'll never finish all of them. But boy you're wrong. And what's left from that was a drunken Sohee.

"I made this because you already helped me a lot last night.... I was so fricking drunk... :cc".

"Aww that's okay Noona.. This is too much.. But thank youu".

" *chukle* No I really mean it. I always loved your company Y/n... It means a lot to me.. Having someone like you".

"T-thanks Noona".

"Well go on then Enjoy the food".

"Alright then... 잘 먹었습니다 (Thanks for the meal) Noona".

"So how is it? Is it much to your liking"?

"Noona.. This is so fucking good. If some guy decided to marry you... I bet he'll get to eat this delicious meal every day".

" *chukle* Aww that's sweet... But what if that guy is you"?

Hearing that statement you immediately spat out some of your drinks in your mouth. Earning a huge laugh from Sohee.

"Noonaa you can't joke around like that".

"Ahahhaha it's just funny Seeing you like that".

"Ughhh fine fine... But look.. The floor is wett 😭".

"Just like me".

"Eh"??

Sohee immediately laught it off, saying it was nothing. But deep down... You kinda feel something was off. Not to mention the way her legs are slowly rubbing your own leg underneath the dining table.

"Don't you want to have a girlfriend Y/n"?

"W-well.. I-i do... It's just.. ".

"Just what"?

"I haven't really found someone that is interested in me".

"Aww that's sad.. What a poor baby :c *pout* ".

"Noona stop doing that".

"Stop doing what? You don't like it"?

"N-no.. It's not that... But".

"But what"?

Sohee immediately stood up from her chair. Before walking slowly towards you. Her eyes were filled with lust and glimmer of hope. She then wrapped her hand all over your broad shoulders before quietly and carefully whispered something on your ear.

"I want to fuck you so bad Y/n... And I know you want to do the same. So why don't we make love... ".

"N-noona"??

" *chukle* Come on now... I'll be gentle on you... Noona will take care of you so don't you worry ".

" *gulp* O-okay".

"Really.. You'll do it with me"?

"Y-yes.. I-i love you a lot Noona. I'm just scared of actually telling you about my feelings. I'm scared that you might reject me and we'll be like strangers. I-i don't want that".

"Awww my poor baby... I'm sorry to make you think like that... But don't worry. I'll give you a proper reward for being a good boy... Come here and lay with me on the bed".

With a swift motion her strong arms immediately took you away. She embraced you in a tight hug before smiling at you. She then carried you to the large room before laying down on the soft and squishy bed.

"Don't just stare at me dummy... *chukle* Fuck me".

" *gulp* ".

Hearing that, Your cock immediately started to grow bigger and bigger. As if Sohee have given you a magic spell that instantly makes you Fucking horny. She then helps you remove a piece of your clothes and your pants. She gasped and admired how big your cock was. Sohee smiles before she starts to remove her own piece of clothing.

She started by removing her tight training pants, revealing a white and silky smooth thighs. She can't help but to giggle to your reaction. Piece by piece was removed making her crop top the only thing hanging around. But before she removes that, she asks you a question.

"So if we finally do this. Would you be interested to be mine Y/n"?

"Is that even a question Noona? The answer is definitely Yes.. I've loved you all this time. You've been so good to me... And I-i just can't find another girl that is like you.. ".

"Mmmhm.. Hearing that makes me really really happy.. And because of that.. I'm gonna reward you with something special".

Sohee finally released the tension that is holding her big mounts. The last piece of clothing is finally removed. Her big and perky breasts are what's left. She shyly closed her face before laughing about how awkward this situation is. But you returned the favour by kissing her on the lips. Which suprises her at first. But after a few seconds she finally understood and started to kiss you back.

The kiss was so hot and so sexy. Sohee was very skilled compared to your own. The way she sucked your tounge and started to play with the roof of your mouth was undeniably hot. Not long after that you finally released from the kiss, Earning a small gasp and moan from Sohee.

"More.. Kiss me more.. Baby".

"I will Noona... But I want to do something else".

"Mhmm.. And what would you want"?

You immediately grab her perky breast before admiring them, grasping them as if your life depends on it. After playing around with her breast, you decided that her tits were looking so delicious. So without any hesitation you immediately suck it. Sohee immediately moans.

"Fuck... Aghh.. Mmm".

"Mhmm".

"Don't stop baby... Don't stop... Aghh".

You continue sucking her tits while she playfully gen on top of your crotch before she starts to ride you slowly. The pleasure was immaculate and all you want to do from that point is to do this every fucking day.. All you want to do is to hear her moan after moan.

You finally stop sucking cause now your cock could barely hold it any longer. Sohee knows this and immediately puts your cock inside her warm and wet mouth. The immediate pressure was strong as if your cock was being vacuumed. She gives you a deepthroat and starts to make sensual sounds while looking at you with so much lust.

She smiles before finally releasing your cock from her wet mouth. Using this to her advantage, She immediately prepared herself to put your cock deep inside her pussy. Slowly but surely the length started to shorten inch by inch before finally the whole thing was inside.

"FUCKKKKK AHHHH... SHIT.. IT'S SO DEEPP MHMM".

"N-noona aghh.. You're so tight".

"Mhmmm *moan* I know.. This pussy has been waiting for so long...".

"Fuck fuck fuckkk".

" *moans* Fuck me harder baby... Fuck me like you want to breed me... Fill me up baby.. Breed this Woman of yours".

"Fuck fuck *moans* ".

You immediately did what she asked and started thrusting as hard as you can. You both were screaming in pleasure as the sound of two meat started to clap, indicating a perfect harmony between your bodies. Sohee moans were filling your ears, Immediately enchanting you to immediately give her what she wants. And that is to be your woman and to be pregnant with your baby batter.

After you were about to cum, You immediately told her that you're close. She tells you the same, And before you can cum inside her. Her legs were locking you in a missionary position, to ensure that the insemination rate would be higher.

"I'm close Noona... Fuck... I'm gonna cum".

"Inside me... Cum inside me... I want it.. I want to be pregnant.. I want to be your Woman".

"Fuck fuck fuck".

And just like that ribbon after ribbons of cum were shot deep inside her womb. Your seed immediately found ways to inseminate her eggs as both you and sohee fall to a tight embrace kissing and enjoying the rest of your life together.

You were bleesed with 2 Children. One boy and One girl. Sohee was so happy after hearing the news that she was pregnant, She can't imagine that her long last dreams were coming true and that she is now married to her beloved Y/n.

~ The End ~

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whoreteen · 2 months

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hello. i love your writing so much. i would love to see some enemies to lovers slash angry sex with Chan, thinking it'd be hot to see him still being so petty and throw each other's remarks while fucking so hard. forgetting they are still at the gathering where friends are still there, hearing everyting loud and clear. please please 🥹

04:52 ♡

⤷ pairing: chan x f!reader. ⤷ word count: 3,8K. ⤷ genre: smut (with feelings 😵‍💫😮‍💨😵‍💫), slight fluff, established relationship, idol!au. ⤷ warnings: exhibitionism, handjob, masturbation, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, use of pet names. (lmk if i missed anything!)

“god, just shut up,” you spit, not meeting his eyes. “i’m not fucking jealous.”

if someone asks you what your biggest regret is, you’d tell them it would be encountering chan. it’s where it got you— parties at random places, intoxicated out of your mind, being reckless…

it’s the temptations and, things you do out of jealousy and possessiveness.

it’s what he does to you.

“you’re such a fucking brat, y’know that?” chan growls through gritted teeth and an equally tight jaw. “why do you make a big deal out of nothing?”

his lustful gaze flickers between your eyes, down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

truthfully, you can’t even say it’s all chan’s fault, but you believe meeting him definitely was the first blow to your breaking point.

like, look where you are now, inhaling weed smoke and taking shots on a wednesday night, shortening your life span by doing so at a random party with a random mix of drunk party people.

begrudgingly.

you wish you weren’t in love with a delinquent. so desperate to get his attention, even if you knew he’ll break your heart into pieces all over again.

you let out a sigh, knowing you have his attention. knowing you both have each other right where you want.

“figures. you want me…” chan tries his best to fight back a smile. “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

you swallow down the desire to kiss him.

“i see you’re still as delusional as ever,” you snap back, rolling your eyes at him as you ignore the pounding of your heart.

he raises a perfectly arched brow as his face moves even closer to yours, causing you to lean back as much as you possibly can until your head hits the wall.

“and you’re still a slut for me.”

his lips are dangerously close to yours as he speaks and you feel your stomach turning. “hm? or am i wrong?”

“w-what are you d-doing?” you stammer out, pushing him away by his shoulders.

you aren’t going to let him win that easy. you can’t ever let him know how desperate you are for him, too.

the idea of him fucking you against the wall while your friends are in the next room sounds perfect. but even if you want him to ruin you, fuck you so hard like it’s the last thing he’d do; you can’t let him know that.

your inhale is sharp, your lips parted, and you finally remember how to breathe when he moves back a bit to properly examine your face.

“see? can’t even act right around me…” he laughs.

you immediately push him by his shoulders.

“baby, you’re so hot when you’re angry, y’know that? fuck, you shoving me like this and pretending to be unaffected is a turn on.”

you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out as you’re he cut off by the gentle kisses applied to your neck.

chan nips at your skin in a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, leaving a few open-mouthed kisses and you can’t help but turn your head, allowing him full access.

normally, you would’ve never even dared to do something like this in a public place, but frankly you don’t give a fuck.

“got nothing to say now, huh?” he questions with a scoff. “proves my point. you want me, too.”

you don’t have anything to say— you’re speechless and your heart is quite literally pounding in your chest with how close he is to your face.

you’re drunk and high, don’t have anything to lose and currently, you want to be chan’s… well, anything.

“fuck you,” you manage to croak out.

his nose grazes yours as he lets out a dark chuckle.

he’s trying to make you give in, however it doesn’t have the desired effect he’s looking for. or so you think.

you hate his guts, and by now, the many drinks you’ve had; the joints you’ve smoke, have already kicked in and you want to be petty. you want to fight with him, just for the sake of it.

“…hmm? not going to deny it, are you?” he closes in on you and he’s silent, waiting for your response.

there is a brief minute in between all of the chaos, where all that is heard is your breaths, and all you do is stare at each other.

that’s before he speaks again, a lot more softer than before, “do you actually think i look at her the way i look at you?” he asks. “or that she can even compare?” his voice tries to soften up along with his features, but you aren’t going to fold so easily.

“bullshit,” you snarl, burning holes into his skull with your angry glare. “besides, i don’t give a fuck. like you said, we’re not together.”

noticing his jaw flex and loosen a few times through his annoyance, he finally lunges at you, pinning you up against the wall again as you groan in displeasure.

you try to twist your wrist out of his grasp that’s slowly getting tighter and tighter.

“no, seriously. do you really think i’d do that to you?” he asks, his tone still cold and demanding as his hands starts to shake slightly with the force of his grip. “after everything?”

“chan,” you groan, still trying to pull away from him. you take another shallow breath and look at him through your lashes, trying not to show how much his words are affecting you. “i’m not in the fucking mood.”

“i’m not playing with you, i’m serious,” he states, before pressing his entire body flush against yours.

his voice softens as he admits, “i missed you so much. you know you’re the only one who can make me feel this way.”

you didn’t mean to, but in that instant, you let a little, ‘yeah, right,’ slip from your mouth and that did it.

chan smashes his lips against yours with a bruising force, his hands still lingering at your bound wrists that he’s moved above your head.

groaning into the kiss, you try to turn your head, but just as you pulled away and got some air, his hands let go of your wrists and traps your face between them instead. he brings your lips against his again, somehow trying to make you feel what he feels.

you try to push him away from you by his shoulders as soon as you feel his tongue desperately prying at your lips, you know it’s over.

this man will be the death of you one way or another.

chan wraps one arm around your head and the other around your waist to keep you there, pressing you firmly against his strong frame, making you sigh into the kiss.

no matter how much you can’t stand him, how furious and angry you are, you just give in anyway, like you always do.

almost like he has some kind of power over you.

you let his tongue tangle with yours as his still forceful mouth causes yours to feel slightly swollen.

when he feels satisfied that he’s finally gotten what he wanted, he pulls away with a loud smack.

you look up at him, finding hooded eyes and parted lips. but before you can respond, a sudden, loud gasp escapes you as chan easily swoops you up with one arm, backing you into the wall, hard.

“someone might walk in,” you gasp in surprise.

“let’s give them a show.”

“fuck—” you moan as his lips leaves butterfly kisses on your jaw. “i can’t stand you.”

he pushes you against the wall, one of his hands harshly yanking your hair so hard tears appear in your eyes.

you know exactly what nerve you’d hit.

“you can’t stand me?” he asks, threading his fingers in your hair before placing soft kisses on the exposed skin on your neck. “yet here you are, all hot and bothered... your skin begging for my touch.”

a sinful, loud moan rips from your throat and goes straight to his cock as he lets his hand come up to your throat before squeezing a little too tightly, backing you further into the wall.

you feel his grip tighten around your neck, hard enough to leave bruises but controlled enough to constrict your airway.

“i hate you.”

“stop fucking lying y/n, you know that’s not true.” he snaps harshly, and you know you’d hit a nerve with him, but you honestly don’t care.

you so hate him… right now, anyway as you’d probably soften up after some time to think.

his hands begin tearing at your clothing, ridding you of your dress rather quickly.

you watch him hold the short, slightly revealing dress up in front of him as he scoffs loudly, “why would you wear this?” he asks, the tone in his voice making him sound more angry than before.

“because you always said it was your favourite,” you say with a smirk, not caring that you’re being a little insensitive.

whatever the motives behind your words were, that did it.

he groans, quickly throwing the dress aside before ripping your bra and underwear off.

you slightly frown as he takes the last of it off and you’re finally naked before him again, his eyes ranking over your exposed body shamelessly.

“i hate you,” you mumble again.

“shut up!” he barks again and you listen, but not because he told you to; because you can’t think of anything to shoot back.

“i’m gonna get you to take that back, fucking watch,” he said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly.

he doesn’t even bother taking the rest of his clothes off, he just pulls his cock out of his boxers and jeans, letting you see that he’s already hard and ready.

stroking himself a few times, his fingers pulls at his shaft until you watch precum collect on his slit.

chan stops himself with a pleasured sigh just before lining himself up and shoving his entire cock inside of you.

you both gasp in unison before he starts pumping, quickly finding a fast pace.

you moan hesitantly, trying to keep each and every one of them in to show him how mad you are, but that doesn’t really work.

every moan just keeps topping the last and soon you’re withering as he drills you into the wall.

you keep your hands attached to the wall, afraid to let go, seeing as they’d probably just drift towards his hips as they work against yours. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

but soon, you feel your anger fading away and you can only feel pure pleasure as each of his thrusts makes you feel better…

“take… it. b-back.” chan hisses, enunciating each of his words with rough thrusts.

you shake your head and proceed in keeping your mouth shut as he just moves faster, knowing you’re close.

feeling his mouth dip down to your chest, you let out a whimper as he starts devouring all of the skin there is to reach before licking a trail up to your neck where he begins to bite and suck roughly.

“nggh— oh my god…fuck,” you moan as he finds your sweet spot, but quickly close your mouth before a loud sigh in the form of his name can escape.

you begin grinding your hips opposite of his and he moans louder as holds your hips in place to quicken his pace even more.

finally, you feel your anger reside permanently as your legs wrap themselves tighter around his waist and your hands around his neck.

you watch him crack a small smile for a split second, knowing he’d finally won, before your orgasm starts.

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y2kuromi · 5 months

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✶ : ❛ 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 : rin itoshi x reader ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა

˖ ִֶָ𐀔 contents : angst , fluff, fem! reader (can be read as gn! hopefully).post argument.established relationship. second person (you/your/yours) and third person pov. profanities w/c: 1.4k

if you'd told rin itoshi he would be standing outside your house pleading desperately to be let in — voluntarily — in the cold he would've called you a crazy idiot. or probably something worse. but here he was doing just that. wringing his hands nervously in the woollen cavern of his gloves as he stood on your porch, chilling wind freezing his cheeks and snowflakes tangling in hair and sticking to his long eyelashes

he contemplated leaving. he pondered trudging back home in the still falling snow, with a still broken heart and his pride intact. but he couldn't bring himself to walk through the darkening night. so he stayed.

if he persisted you would forgive him..hopefully. he knew he didn't deserve that. he could barely remember what you'd even argued about in the first place. he just knew he'd crossed a line.

you hadn't spoken to him in three days. and he hadn't tried to contact you. he'd felt tortured by guilt and now all he wanted was for the silent treatment to stop. he was waving the white flag. the way he should've, instead of sharpening his words and wounding you with them

rin was sorry he'd said those things...such awful things. he was a terrible person and you deserved so much better than him. hell, he couldn't even apologise properly. the words would lodge in his throat choking off his every attempt at a coherent apology. they stuck like drywall, refusing to fall from his lips. he felt so sick. so fucking, awfully, nauseatingly sick.

he had no one to blame but himself. for being lukewarm when it came to loving you. you deserved so much more than he could give you.

rin's teal eyes shot open in surprise as he heard the faint clicking of a key. he blinked owlishly at you, pinching himself to see if he was dreaming.

he wasn't. you were standing right in front of him holding the door open, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and basketball shorts. his sweatshirt. his shorts. he wanted to believe you were still his

"why are you here?" you asked, your eyes were glued to the floor as if the carpet was the most intriguing thing in the world

"i wanted to..." he trailed off then he tried again, "i wanted to talk"

"so talk then, as far as i'm concerned you have nothing to say" you said coldly. your words cut through him like shards of ice. he could feel your hurt, your anger prickling his soul

"can i come in?" he knew he was asking for too much, "please"

much to his surprise, you wordlessly opened the door wider and stepped aside for him to come in.

he didn't miss the way you tensed up as he passed you. nor did he miss the wary look that fleeted across your face. watching you tiptoe around him on egg shells twisted the shards further in his chest.

his fingers curled into fists as he followed you into your home. there was a heavy silence, drenched in unspoken words. he wanted to say something, anything. he wanted to tell you how sorry he was, how much he cared, that he still loved you. even though he had ruined everything between the two of you.

instead, he settled down on your couch, folding his arms over his lap. you sat down across the room, as far away from him as possible. you were staring resolutely out of the window, your fingers absentmindedly picking at the hem of your sweatshirt.

"are you even going to say anything?" you finally asked impatiently, "you owe me an apology rin"

"i know" he nodded, "it's just..." you could see the wheels spinning in his head, "my mind is blank, i don't know what to say" he looked at you pleadingly and your expression softened slightly

"just try" you coaxed, "take your time if you need to" he knew he didn't deserve your kindness. you should be hurling insults and profanities at him. he'd hidden away for three days. seventy-two whole and complete hours. yet you still had the patience of a saint

"i love you (y/n)," he blurted. the words left him like a bullet leaving a gun barrel. ricocheting in his mouth until he realized just what he'd said. it wasn't an apology. it was the only thing he knew

he doesn't want you to say it back. he doesn't deserve it. not yet. he wanted you to reassure him that the two of you would still be okay.

"i don't want to break up" he confessed, feeling utterly crushed by the weight of his words. vulnerability used to be a foreign concept to rin. now he was reduced to babbling like a pathetic, lost fool at the mercy of his feelings

"we can't continue this" you stated plainly.

"what do you mean?" he could feel his heart stopping. any second now, you'd tell him it was over. he hadn't ever felt so helpless. so hopeless. so scared before. he refused to meet your gaze. if he did he knew he would cry. rin never cried.

"this endless cycle is driving me crazy rin" you sighed, "one minute you love me and the next i mean nothing to you, just make up your mind"

"i'm sorry" he breathes, and it's merely a whisper, "for saying you meant nothing to me. it's not true, not even close. i need you. i really do. so much more than you know. i know i need to show it more, i'll do better, i'll be better, i promise. just please don't leave me...you're the best thing that's ever happened to me"

his words crashed together and were barely comprehensible .you didn't respond right away. you were processing it all, trying to process everything he'd said.

he heard the soft intake of your breath as your eyes watered. he didn't want to think you were on the verge of tears because of him. he couldn't tell if they were sad or happy tears..

you looked at him hesitantly, and after several moments, shuffled over to stand in front of him. you placed the back of your hand against his cheek. "you're freezing" you whispered, your soft tone was laced with concern. "it was cold outside" rin murmured, leaning into your touch despite the numbing guilt that radiated throughout his entire body. your thumb moved gently across the side of his face. your touch grounded him, it held him together.

your eyes were so warm. they shone like embers. his own eyes closed in relief as you leaned in closer, enveloping him completely in a hug. it took three painstakingly long days. seventy-two awful hours, but rin was back in your arms again, where he belonged.

he melted into you, drowning in the scent of ocha and honey. he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his cold hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

rin watched your face for signs of lingering pain, but found none. your face was completely free of wrinkles and creases, your skin was smooth and unlined, untouched except by the light of the coffee table lamp dusting your cheeks. and your smile was the same, small and fragile but still sweet and beautiful

"we're......we're okay right?" he asked. he felt your lips ghost across his cheek in a tender kiss

"'course we are" you assured, carding your fingers softly through his tangled hair. you kissed him tenderly on the corner of his mouth. then the other. your kisses were feather light but filled with meaning. they spoke of forgiveness. he could taste it on your lips.

rin's arm encircled your waist and squeezed lightly as if he feared you might disappear if he let go. he pressed an unapologetic kiss to your lips. he kissed you as if he was trying to etch the shape of them, the shape of you, indelibly into his memory, to commit it to his heart forever. he didn't want to let go.

much to rin's displeasure, you pulled back and looked at him. really looked at him. his long lashes, his magnetic teal eyes, his freshly kissed lips and the faint blush tinting his cheeks. you looped your fingers through his before saying the words he so desperately wanted to hear

"i love you too rin, i'd never leave you"

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azzibuckets · 6 days

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For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 4]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi take the next step in their fake relationship

a/n: this one’s pretty long, hopefully it’ll tide y’all over for a bit 💋

word count: 2.6k

masterlist w/ all parts

“I don’t know, I guess we just kinda grew on each other.”

Paige and Azzi stood weakly under the scrunity of their entire team, hands interlocked. Paige hoped the younger girl couldn’t feel the sweat in the palm of her hand. Lying to Geno was no issue, but to her best friends that knew her almost as well as she knew herself? Damn near impossible.

After aggressively interrogating the new “couple” with question after question, the team finally seem somewhat satisfied by their answers and stopped the barrage, leaving Paige and Azzi alone in the locker room.

“Holy hell,” Azzi breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as the last of their teammates left the room. “Good thing we went over our story like a hundred times. That was rough.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “It wouldn’t hurt you to practice lying a bit,” she remarked, wiping the sweat off her brow with a Gatorade towel.

Azzi bit the inside of her cheek. She hated when Paige made infuriating offhand comments like that, making her feel so inferior without even trying. “I’m sorry I’m just not naturally good at deceiving others,” she snapped.

The other girl stared at her before turning around to rummage through her locker. “I’m carrying most of the weight of this whole act, and you know it.”

The tension between the two of them returned, and they both changed in silence. Azzi mentally kicked herself. They were supposed to be on the same team now. No one on the team would keep on believing their act if her and Paige were always picking fights with each other. She might as well attempt to become friends with Paige, or as close to friends as she could get, so that their plan wouldn’t get ruined.

“Look,” Azzi sighed, breaking the silence, “we should probably like go somewhere and do something together.” Seeing the confused look on Paige’s face, she rushed to forge towards. “Not like a date, you know, but no one’s gonna believe we’re dating if we’re being nasty to each other. We should probably get to know each other and stuff.”

Paige nodded. It seemed like she was understanding Azzi’s idea until she said, “so you wanna get all up on me?”

“Oh my god, Paige-”

Paige’s eyes twinkled in amusement, having gotten the reaction that she wanted. “I’m messing with you. Yeah, that sounds fine.” She checked her watch. “Actually, you free right now?”

Azzi looked at her in surprise. “Why? You wanna go now?”

Paige threw her shoes in her backpack and zipped it up. “The sooner the better, am I right? Your car or mine?”

“I’ll drive,” Azzi offered. She figured she might as well take as much control over the situation as she could. It would be a lot easier for her nerves to quiet down if she had the wheel in her hands, literally and figuratively.

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Azzi rolled down her window, trying not to steal too many glances at Paige. They were painfully silent - the only sound in the car was some terrible country music filtering in from the radio. Azzi had initially connected her AUX, but decided that she didn’t want Paige to judge her music taste.

After a few minutes, Paige had had enough. “Bro, can we turn this shit off or play something else?” she begged, her tone dripping with annoyance.

“A please would be nice,” Azzi griped, resisting the urge to turn the volume up louder just to irritate Paige even further.

Paige folded her arms, hitting her head against her seat with an exaggerated thump. “Who even listens to the radio anymore?” she muttered under her breath. “It’s like I’m in a car with my grandma.”

“I’m not putting my playlists on just so you can shit on that too,” Azzi responded dryly.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Paige muttered. Then in a louder voice, “Can I play my music then?”

“We’re almost there. You can’t sit for another two minutes?”

Paige huffed. “Where are you even taking me?” She made a show of looking around their surroundings at the streets.

“Relax, it’s a good spot. They have good tacos.” Azzi smiled at the thought of biting into one of those mouth watering, juicy, shrimp tacos with the lime salsa she loved so much. Even if Paige was being an ass, at least she’d get to eat well.

When they reached the location, Paige was pleasantly surprised. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been this. They were at an outlook on a hill, a little green park with some old town restaurants and stores nestled in the corner. The hill overlooked the city below, the entire atmosphere bathed in a soft pink light from the setting sun.

“Damn,” Paige whistled, taking it all in. “You did good for our first date.”

Azzi’s cheeks flushed a light pink and she look away, tucking in one of her braids behind her ear. “This isn’t a date.”

Paige bit her lip. She loved when she got Azzi all flustered. Not because she thought it was cute, Paige reminded herself. She just liked to annoy her. “Oh really? I was gonna pay for your food, but I guess not,” Paige joked, dodging when Azzi tried to hit her.

Paige didn’t really know how the two of them so easily switched between frosty exchanges like the one on the car and then light-hearted moments like these. You guys were fickle.

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Both of you had gotten your tacos, and were sitting at one of the picnic tables scattered next to the Mexican joint.

“I mean, we already got our story done.” Azzi carefully drizzled her tacos with salsa. “I think it’s the chemistry part of all it. We have to really sell that we’re dating through our behavior.”

Paige nodded in agreement. “Yeah. But we should probably set up some boundaries first.”

Azzi’s heartbeat quickened at that. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of the extent your fake relationship would go to. She’d already accepted hugging and hand holding and other basic forms of PDA - they wouldn’t be able to sell their act without it. But she shivered at the idea of there ever being a situation where you guys would have to kiss.

“I’m a pretty touchy person,” Paige admitted. “The whole team knows that. So you’re gonna have to deal with a lot of contact, or else they’ll know something’s up.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Azzi muttered. Paige looked up at her, studying her with a small smile on her face.

When she kept on smiling, the dark haired girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Paige was full on grinning now, as if Azzi had just the funniest joke ever. “Come here,” she motioned her head to the spot next to her on the bench.

“Go there?” Azzi rumpled her eyebrow quizzically. “My seat right now is perfectly fine, thanks.”

“Don’t be annoying.” Paige said. “Just come here.” Knowing how stubborn she was and that she likely wouldn’t stop bothering her until Azzi agreed, she gave up, pushing her food to the other side of the table and walking around to join Paige.

Easeinf her way onto the seat, she made sure to leave a gap between them. “Now what?”

Paige’s eyes flicked to the gap inbetween them and she rolled her eyes. “Why are you so far? Come here.” She reached out and wrapped her arm around Azzi’s waist, easily moving her so that the entire sides of their bodies were now flush against each other.

Azzi felt slightly lightheaded, but she blamed the feeling on the fact that she wasn’t a very touchy person in general and wasn’t used to this much contact with anyone in general. “Are you gonna tell me why I’m basically on you?”

“If you wanna sit on my lap, just say so,” Paige teased. When she was met with nothing but raised eyebrows, she said, “We gotta practice the public displays of affection and stuff. It needs to be able to come out of us naturally. We can’t be just be awkwardly holding hands, you know?”

Paige was smarter than Azzi gave her credit for, but she still didn’t like this feeling she was getting, all riled up with her heartbeat quickening from touching Paige. They were so close that Azzi could smell the perfume that the blonde must have sprayed on her neck, all sweet and fragrant.

They ate like that, without a single inch of space between them. It wasn’t as awkward as Azzi had thought it would be. It almost seemed natural, the way their bodies were so intimately pressed together. It was nice, Azzi thought, the warmth of someone next to you. She could understand why some people’s love languages were physical touch.

“Hey, are you Azzi Fudd?” Two giggly girls had approached their table. The one who had spoken had wide eyes and a breathy laugh.

“I am,” Azzi gave them a small smile. She agreed happily when they asked for photos and a signature; she loved UConn fans, and it was nice being recognized out in public every once a while. It made the sweat and tears that she’d dedicated to her sport worth something.

The girls were excitable though, and every time Azzi tried to end the conversation, they brought up another thing. Azzi could feel Paige fidgeting behind her, itching to get away from the curious but increasingly nosy questions of the girls. She tapped her foot against the pavement and sighed loudly. But Azzi ignored her, enjoying Paige’s growing exasperation.

But finally the girls seemed to take a hint, thanking Azzi profusely as they left. She looked over at Paige, who had already started throwing away her food and heading back to the car.

Furrowing her brow, she started to jog after the blonde. “Thanks for waiting,” she joked sarcastically once she caught up. Paige pursed her lips and continued walking, this time at a faster pace. “Are you trying to run away from me? Have you forgotten we’re heading to the same place?” Azzi puffed out, trying to keep up.

“You know, people don’t usually spend half of a date talking to someone who isn’t their date,” Paige responded, the harshness in her tone catching Azzi off guard.

Then realization dawned on her. Paige Bueckers was jealous. It surprised her somewhat - everyone knew Paige enjoyed being the center of attention. She just didn’t know that Paige could be jealous when it came to her attention. And she didn’t necessarily hate it.

“Hold up, Bueckers.” Azzi’s lips quirked up. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Paige snorted. “You wish. It’s just that the whole point of coming here was to work out any holes in our plan, yet we didn’t discuss it at all.” She sped up even faster, and Azzi grabbed her elbow, forcing her to spin around to face her.

“Are you mad?” Azzi asked, amusement still lingering in her eyes. When Paige didn’t respond, she stepped closer, brushing a blonde strand behind her ear. “Did you wanna practice, Paige?” She said, voice a whisper now. Deciding to have a little fun, Azzi let her gaze drop down to Paige’s lips before looking up at her through her lashes.

Paige visibly swallowed, and Azzi relished in the effect she was having on the girl. She was used to making Paige mad, making her voice rise and cheeks flush in frustration, but she could get used to this - making Paige nervous, making her heart race.

“Practice what?” Paige rasped out. Her eyes were focused on Azzi’s lips, so Azzi wet her bottom lip, letting her tongue slowly run over.

“You know,” Azzi purred, now bringing her hand up to run her fingers up Paige’s bicep. She danced her fingertips Paige’s skin, not letting it stay in one place for too long.

Paige exhaled, moving to bring Azzi closer to her before Azzi burst out with a laugh. “Oh my god,” she cackled. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

Paige stepped back, her jaw clenched. If Azzi didn’t know better, she would think that Paige looked hurt, with her eyebrows dipped down and expression rigid, but she brushed it off. There was no way Paige cared enough about kissing her to actually be disappointed.

“I guess my flirting skills are getting pretty good, eh?” Azzi teased, but the other girl didn’t even look at her. This continued the entire way home, Paige staying silent while staring out the window, their dynamic now back to its fluctuating state.

“Are you mad or something?” Azzi asked once she had parked outside of Paige’s apartment. Paige ignored her, trying to open the door. Azzi smirked as she saw Paige struggle with the handle before realizing that she’d turned child lock on.

Giving up, the taller girl crossed her arms. “No.”

“Then why are you being all moody? Is this cuz I was flirting with you?”

Paige sucked in a breath, her cheeks hollowed. “What do you want me to say?” It was a genuine question, because even Paige wasn’t sure of why she was feeling like this. Her entire body had thrummed when Azzi had looked at her lips, and for some unknown reason she’d wanted to bring Azzi closer, to see what she tasted like. It was completely and wholly alien. Up until now the only thing she’d wanted to do to Azzi was bounce a basketball off the side of her head. And now Azzi’s pretty pink mouth was stuck in her head, had been burning in her mind the entire ride back.

Azzi shrugged, and that’s when Paige decided to take back the wheel. “You were right, actually. We should practice kissing,” she announced, feeling satisfied once Azzi’s eyes widened.

“Why?” Azzi stuttered.

Paige leaned over the console, a fiery look in her eyes. “You were all confident back at the park. What happened?” She challenged.

Azzi swallowed her nervousness. Cocking her chin, she said “I’m just scared you might pass out. You were a little bit too disappointed back there when I pushed you away.”

The girls’ eyes locked in a staring contest, both of them refusing to back down.

Until Paige opened her mouth, and blurted out, “I’m going to kiss you.” Azzi stared at the older girl, shocked by the abrupt bluntness of her statement. They both continued to look at each other, and when Azzi didn’t say anything, Paige leaned in, pressing her lips to hers.

Instinctively, Azzi brought her hand up to Paige’s cheek, and Paige tilted her head slightly, leaning into her warm touch. Paige’s lips parted, and Azzi took that opportunity to brush her tongue against hers.

It was like everything was moving in slow motion. Paige couldn’t even believe that she was kissing Azzi, the girl she’d gotten into more arguments with than she’d ever had with all of her teammates combined. Azzi, who always made her head spin and blood pressure rise. Azzi, who was annoyingly good at basketball, who knew how to get under her skin and press her sensitive spots. Except now she wanted Azzi to press different sensitive spots.

Paige was gentle and her lips so much softer than Azzi had expected. As they kissed, she let her fingers slip into Paige’s hair, feeling its soft silkiness. Her nails scraped Paige’s scalp, eliciting a soft groan from the blonde’s lips.

After what seemed like forever, they broke apart, panting and staring at each other in disbelief. Azzi licked her lips, now swollen, studying Paige, whose pupils were dilated and hair slightly mussed up from Azzi’s hands. Paige’s eyes, so pretty and blue, fluttered closed for a second before she reached for the handle of the car. “It’s getting late,” she swallowed. “I should probably go.”

Without a word, Azzi unlocked the car, watching as Paige hurriedly gathered her things and left. She walked briskly away with her head down, not looking back once. Once she’d disappears into the building of her apertment, Azzi groaned, letting her forehead rest against the wheel. What the fuck had they just done?

#paige x azzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconnwbb #wcbb #wbb #enemiestolovers #pazzi

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mylovelo-ak · 11 months

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addiction

pairing: nagi seishiro x reader

warnings: none

wc: 588

synopsis: in which you learn how to play nagi's favorite game <3

notes: me n my crippling valorant addiction <3 not proofread

"teach me how to play."

"play?"

nagi seishiro was always on his damn game. well, he played multiple games but that's not the point. it was always soccer practice, go home, play, eat, then sleep. and while he did occasionally kiss you, you wanted more than kisses to sustain your relationship.

you wanted to spend time with nagi.

and if you can't do that because he's on the game, you figured maybe you should learn how to play. that way you can spend time with him while he's doing something he loves, and heck who knows? you might end up loving it, too.

"play soccer?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"no i wanna learn whatever you're playing on your computer."

"pc games?"

you could practically see the question marks surrounding his head. you held your ground, staring straight into his eyes.

"..okay then, c'mere."

he patted his lap, gesturing for you to come and sit. once you did, he took your hands into his and fitted them over his mouse and keyboard, moving your fingers so they wouldn't accidentally press the wrong keys.

"you're mainly going to be using w, a, s, d and the space bar—"

he explained the controls to you. you felt tension get to your head as you struggled to remember everything. you almost regret asking him to teach you. once he finished, you saw him ponder over something, before his lips curled up in a mischievous grin.

"i'm gonna queue a game for you now."

you exhaled, "okay."

"it's a game with real people. you have four teammates and five against you."

"okay— REAL PEOPLE? WHAT IF I RUIN THEIR GAME? WHAT IF I—"

a loud boom came resounded from the headset he put on you, and the words match found echoed mockingly in your head.

"looks like it's too late now." nagi teased.

"i'm scared."

you told him as you stared at the screen in fear. he's only taught you the controls, but he hasn't said anything about how the game works.

"i'm here, don't worry. first you gotta choose your character, okay?"

you nodded. you dragged the cursor across the screen to hover over each icon to display the characters. finally, you settled on a white haired girl who floated a dagger in her hand. while all the other characters seemed appealing, this girl— jett the screen says— looked the most like nagi. she had the exact same unbothered look on her face.

"why her?" he asked, accusingly.

you're sure he knows you well enough to know why.

"no reason!"

he chuckled before kissing you on the cheek.

"okay so her abilities are—"

as the game progressed, you're certain it was meant to be a horror game. now you knew why nagi would sometimes jump when you tap him on the shoulder while he was playing. your face twisted in probably your ugliest concentration face. you'd completely zone out during rounds, failing to see the look of adoration on your boyfriend's face.

you felt as if the game finished too fast, even though you played for an hour.

"queue me one more." you deadpanned.

the smile on his face was almost infectious.

"you're already addicted, hm?" he teased you. one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed his mouse to queue you another game.

"i am not!"

a week later, he buys all the things you need for your own pc. he figured you needed your own since you were hogging his 24/7 to play.

#blue lock #bllk x you #bllk nagi #blue lock nagi #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock x reader

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slvtforfiction · 5 months

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hi so this is kinda cringy 😭😭

but so your like roommates with johnnie jake etc and like one morning you come down with like love bites n shit like on ur neck, collar bone yeah so like nobody knew you had a partner but then like a guy follows you downstairs (ur boyfriend) and so johnnie has been planing to ask you out for a while since he thought you were single so he's lowkey jealous (ykk???( anyways get creative with the rest of that 😘

Love bites cause breakups

☆ Yesss!

☆ Ty anon <3

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Toxic relationship?

☆ Suggestive? Mainly Fluff

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

My boyfriend walked down the stairs with me,kissing me goodbye as he walked out the door and I smiled walking back upstairs before I heard my name being called.

“Who’s he?” Johnnie asked as I turned around to see him sat in the living room with Jake, “My boyfriend,I swear you’ve met him?” I said to him.

“Hm,though you were single.” He said and his tone completely changed with in the seconds I had been talking to him. I brushed it off and walked upstairs not wanting to cause a scene and texted him instead.

You:

What’s up?

Johnnie:

Wdym

You:

You completely changed when I told you I had a boyfriend,what’s wrong?

Johnnie:

Look in the mirror.

I got up out of bed leaving my phone there and walked into my on suite bathroom.

And I noticed the very visible love bite’s scattered across my neck in a deep violet.

After last night I knew I would have one or two but my neck was filled and it made me full to the brim with embarrassment.

You:

Omg! I’m so sorry if I made you two uncomfortable!!

Johnnie:

Jake didn’t notice.

You:

Oh I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable then!!

Johnnie:

u didn’t,don’t care who u get off w.

You:

Oh okay,sorry anyways though x

Read 11:54am

Something was wrong but I didn’t know what I had done. My first thought however was to mainly cover up the marks with foundation,which I did.

I was going to a party later and my boyfriend wasn’t coming because he doesn’t like my friends.I had to beg him to go to this party anyways to be honest.

My friends don’t like my boyfriend either,they keep calling him controlling but he’s just not.

I messaged a picture of my outfit to my boyfriend and he got mad at me,to be honest I had had enough.

Maybe my friends were right,this is stupid.

“Why don’t you like it?” I asked him when he had called me, “Because men will be eyeing you up.” He told me as if he thought I was going to cheat.

“I don’t care,I don’t want them.” I told him, “You’re acting like it,take it off.” He said right back. I audibly gasped and hung up the phone call,sending him a text telling him to go fuck himself because we’re breaking up,then quickly blocked him.

He wasn’t going to ruin my night and I knew my friends would be happy I laughed to myself.

After I had got my dress on,finishing off my makeup (to cover up the discomfort of the marks on my neck) and walked downstairs to find Jake and Johnnie waiting for me in their usual,casual clothes.

“Am I over dressed?” I laughed and Jake smiled at me,Johnnie still avoided my gaze,only looking at my neck then looking away again.

“I think you’ll find we’re slightly under-dressed.” He joked with me and I smiled as we walked out the door.

“Oh also I broke up with my boyfriend.” I told them as I walked into Sam and Colby’s apartment for the party.

I walked over to grab a drink and emerged into the crowd to walk over to Sam and Colby.

“Congrats on ten mil!” I told them as I hugged them both, “Thanks!” Colby and Sam said in unison and laughed at it.

“How’s the party?” Colby said leaving everyone else to turn to talk with me. “It’s good! How’s it going for you?” I asked as I smiled at him.

“It’s all good! Where’s you boyfriend?” He asked,his eyes skimming through the crowd to find him. “Ex.” I corrected as I laughed to myself. “Shit what happened?” He asked and I began to explain.

“Pretty much it,but there’s someone better anyways.” I told him as he smiled at me putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Damn,you deserve better princess,anyways I’ll catch you later?” He said kissing my forehead as he caught me in a hug,looking over to his friends who were waiting for him. “Yeah,course.” I said smiling.

I looked over to see Johnnie in a corner with a solo cup in hand and walked over to him (after a few shots for confidence.)

“Why are you moping in a corner?” I asked,drunkenly smiling. “Why did you break up with your boyfriend?” He asked (probably avoiding the question) and I laughed putting my head down into his shoulder.

“Cause’ he’s a dick and he didn’t like my outfit and also I think someone else is pretty hot anyways.” I said,drunkenly giggling to myself.

“Maybe we should get you home,huh?” He said wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Okay.” I said without protest.

He held my hand and led me through the crowd and out of the door.

We got in the lift,he still held my hand and I looked down smiling as I rested my head on his shoulder for the short ride.

He then opened the door to our apartment across the hall and helped me up the stairs.

He got me into bed and pulled the covers over me as I noticed I was in his room instead of mine. He then kissed my head. Just as he was about to leave I called out his name.

“Johnnie,wait.” I said and he turned around to look at me, “You should be my boyfriend.”

That was a couple of years ago,today is our 4 year anniversary.

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader

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honeycomb-fics · 5 months

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Kenjaku x Reader

~800 words

(Bickering, implied relationship, was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away)

Kenjaku sat with his companion as he worked on his preparations for the culling game. He couldn’t help notice the long drawn out sigh that left your lips. He thought about ignoring it but he knew that it would only cause him further trouble down the line if he left you to stew in whatever thoughts you were having, even if they were.. in his mind, foolish.

He glanced over at you, “Pray tell, what is it this time?”

You let out another dramatic, exasperated sigh, “how come you only use the hideous cursed spirits?”

Kenjaku almost choked on the tea he was drinking, “W-what?”

He usually expected you to complain about something ridiculous, often wondering why he kept you around in the first place. Other than the fact that he found you aesthetically pleasing, you served absolutely no purpose to his plans. Although he occasionally found you amusing.

You drawled on, “Geto had some beautiful curses stored up yet you’re for some reason always whipping out those gross centipedes.. and other creepy things. Must you be so macabre?”

Kenjaku laughed softly in your face while you pouted childishly, “I don’t really think macabre is the word you’re looking for, my dear” he said condescendingly, his face maintaining that ever present smile, “But I can see why my choices may unsettle you.”

With your cheeks puffed out you whined a bit, “You could use rainbow dragon but you choose the centipedes! I literally don’t understand.”

This earns an eye roll from Kenjaku, something that you would normally relish in if you were not genuinely annoyed with his inability to utilize cursed spirits that didn’t give you the creeps.

“Y/N this is not a game of Pokémon,” He chastised you, “I am not going to pick and choose which cursed spirits I summon because you think they are cute. Cease your complaining.”

You didn’t stop, not in the least. “Okay but why don’t you even use the worm? It’s like GTA pockets. You have to admit it’s convenient and you aren’t even utilizing it..”

Kenjaku side-eyed you, considering if he should answer you honestly or just give you a non-answer. He sighed and mumbled. “It’s old man face… makes me uneasy.”

“It seems friendly for a cursed spirit,” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s a damn cursed spirit! None of them are friendly. You probably would think Mahito was your best friend if he smiled at you. You really need to be more cautious about them,” He scolded you for the millionth time. Kenjaku wondered if it was even worth bringing you into the fold of his plans or if you would inevitably just end up ruining everything with your inability to think critically.

You flinched back slightly and looked up at him with a bit of a doe-eyed expression, “b-but I thought Mahito was my friend..”

He ran his hands through his long hair and let out an exasperated sigh. Kenjaku truly looked like he was running out of patience, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that curse unless it is absolutely necessary for you to talk to him? And it is rarely, if ever, necessary for you to converse with him!”

Despite Kenjaku’s obvious annoyance and frustration you decided to defend your decision to associate with the curse, “Well Mahito is funny and he once showed me the shrunken human he keeps in his pocket.. it was… a little weird though.”

“And you didn’t stop to think that you’re very lucky you didn’t end up as the shrunken pocket human? Never occurred to you, hm? Ensuring that you do not die is becoming a full time job.” Kenjaku snapped at you, his hands holding your cheeks in his palms, “And quite frankly I do not have the extra time to expend on it.”

Your eyes shifted up to meet his scrutinizing gaze, letting yourself linger on his features a bit before speaking. Taking in the way his brow was furrowed in frustration despite his normally calm demeanor. You knew it was time to concede.

“I’m sorry, Kenjaku. I didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” You said softly, in an attempt to play off all of his valid concerns.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your own. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply in an attempt to center himself again. His hands were still on the sides of your cheeks keeping you still. Kenjaku allowed himself to have this pleasure for a few moments before he pulled away.

“You are very fortunate you are cute. Otherwise I would not tolerate any of this.”

You smiled enjoying the compliment, “okay but can you maybe try to use rainbow dragon?”

#gail writes #Kenjaku x reader #pseudo Geto x reader

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t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d · 9 months

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!!!!! hi !!! :) can u maybe write rise leo & donnie hcs (separate pls) with a reader who's super affectionate and just loves tf out of them.!!! like!!! reader is head over heels!!!

also i hate that u were self conscious while writing totally platonic ;( it was so great, i rly like the way u wrote it!!!🥹 made me feel all warm n' fuzzy n' shit

Touchy-Feely

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ (seperate) don + leo hcs w a supez affectionate reader!!! (physical touch, gift-giving, words of affirmation)

req ;; yes/no

g/n reader!! they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing, kinda ooc??

leo ;;

- so leo is naturally ALL over people he loves (think climbing all over raph, draping himself over mikey + donnie, etc)

- it'd be really accurate to say he's the same way with you!

- whenever you're in the lair, or just around the turtles/leo, you are going to be snatched up and there is nothing you can do about it!

- standing up? okay, leo's just gonna wrap his arms round your waist and lean his head on your shoulder.

- sitting down? either you're sitting in his lap or he's sitting in yours— or, he sits on the floor beside you so that he can lean his head on your thighs (i love doing that)

- laying in bed? CUDDLE TIME!

- that's all just to say that leo himself is very physically affectionate ;; if he got the chance he'd hold onto you and never let go

- with leo's self-esteem problems, i think it really helps to have a partner who's super affectionate!

- leo's the kinda guy to have doubts/ be like 'why are you even with me? i'm so lame and my brothers/literally anyone is so much better than me'

- so to have someone who time and time again shows how much they love him and proves that they only have eyes for him?

- it actually really helps! of course, those thoughts do come back sometimes, but it's nothing that a few kisses and a cuddle session can't fix!

- not to mention how you're always, always willing to tell him own much you love him!! because you do, you love him very much and will do anything to get those bad thoughts out of his head

- if he ever feels bad about himself or something he did, he always comes to you to get some comfort bc you comfort him in the best way

- like i wrote in Totally Platonic, leo's prone to subconsciously wagging his tail, making chittering/churring sounds at you, even fluttering his fingers around your cheeks bc red-eared slider DNA go brrr

- something that i think leo would be self-conscious of is money and ish, bc its not like he can really get much?? with the whole turtle situation

- but you, of course, being the angel you are, constantly reassures him that you don't need materialistic things for him to prove his love! you just want him, not anything else

- he sobs on the spot

- leo's the type of guy to fall HARD, so to know you're the same way? to know that you're as crazy about him as he is about you?

- he swoons, and wonders what he might've done to deserve such a wonderful partner.

- (literally save the world twice but who's counting?)

donnie ;;

- everybody, EVERYBODY KNOWS that donnie ain't a very touch-oriented guy, so at the start of the relationship, he'd deffo be overwhelmed by all the love and might ask you to tone it down (not in a mean way)

- once he gets comfortable tho he's all up for affection and cuddles :))

- you do ruin his bad-boy image tho. how is this man supposed to be dark and mysterious when your sweet self is out here making him absolutely melt???

- donnie typically shows his love through gifts and words!!!

- alike leo, he could spend HOURS singing your praise and just saying everything he loves about you (he's actually made a list organized by his most favourite qualities alphabetically.)

- i personally think that for donnie, being a middle child, he didn't get too much attention and we know for a FACT that he yearns for praise and love

- so you KNOW he's going feral if you so much as say 'wow, that's cool!' to one of his inventions

- donnie, while a little overwhelmed by all the love you show him, is really happy to have it

- don can get really stressed when doing his experiments/making his inventions, so it helps to have you around!!

- comes to you for cuddles and to rant when stuff doesn't go his way or an experiment fails

- DEFFO appreciates how affectionate and lovey-dovey you are.

- (also like leo) he can get down in the dumps and insecure bc he believes that his tech is the only 'useful' thing about himself

- so to hear you constantly being like "ahhh my bf!!! my wonderful talented smart funny bf!!!! my love my light of my life!!! i love you i love you i love you :DD" to him really brought up his spirits

- how could they not?? you're just too cute and so sweet!!

- it also helps if he feels kinda insecure in public!! people trying to flirt w you? you don't even notice because you're too busy looking at donnie.

- donnie totes makes you gifts and stuff (little robot to help you out w chores, maybe one to remind you every day how much he loves you :])

- unlike leonardo however, don prefers to keep pda to a minimum;; he likes having certain things to himself and in private

- that doesn't mean that he don't love it tho!!! he just prefers that some stuff stays behind walls

A/N ;; SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! but thank you so much for the request :DD im so eepy jssbbfjs,,,, anyway MEOWSSSS can't wait to work on more fics :]] they might come (even) slower tho bc im starting classes again (AGHHHHHHH)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #leonardo tmnt #leonardo #leo rottmnt #donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #donatello tmnt #donatello #donatello rottmnt #cupid writes #luv from cupez

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ma3mae · 9 months

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Don't be so annoyed, love!

Summary: He's so annoying sometimes but it's ok because you love him 😭 (HC w/ Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo)

Genre: Crack, fluff, lowkey suggestive themes

Warnings: 🗿 we ignoring the red flags bc we can. also mentions of farting bc dazai 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿

A/N: u cant tell me that they wouldnt do any of these things ok 💀also kunikida's got a small drabble out of nowhere but im always wildin when it comes to him 😭😭😭😭😭

Dazai Osamu

u cant tell me that as soon as hes rly comfortable in ur relationship that he WOULD NOT be ashamed of just farting outta nowhere honestly 💀

Like yall r just chilling on the couch, watching smth and he just lets it all out bc why should he hold himself back 🗿

Hes at home 🗿

But bro's lucky he doesnt smell but 🗿🗿🗿🗿 wheres the warning from him

u give him the side eye and hes like "What? Are you perhaps ashamed of human nature, bella?" like ok we'll leave him alone but he ruined the emotional moment of the movie yall were watching 😭😭😭

Is also the type to prob leave his socks and clothes lying around

It got better over time but he still sometimes does it bc old habits die hard i guess 🧍

once got so bad you just collected all of his clothes and put them infront of the door so he'd have no choice but to pick all of that up and do it himself 💀

would try to talk his way out of it in the beginning but also felt kinda bad after the relationship got more and more serious

So now hes a good bf/ husband and does it himself 🤩 (with the occasional sock under the couch 💀)

drinking habits would take a bit longer to be fully gone, he'd learn to regulate it over time

He's learned to warn you tho when he thinks that a rly shitty day might hit him bc work and more

sometimes you take the day off and do something together to take his mind off of it

Sometimes you're at work and a "im home" text without hearts will come and you know whats wrong

would feel more comfortable over time letting you take care of him

will definitely show you his appreciation for you the next days in one way or the other 🤩💅

talking about living together, yall would often have to sit down to talk about his spendings bc our man cant save for ANYTHING

Used to often come home with little things like "Look, this reminded me of you!" and it's a plushie of a cat or something

Started off cute and small but got dramatic like him really fast

ngl he came home with a expensive necklace u liked when the both of u went shopping but u didnt buy it bc.. she expensive...

like he was charming as always with his "Tada! Guess what I've got you?~ 😋" ".... Not the necklace...? 😧" "🤩 How did you guess that right, bella??" "😨😨"

THIS man right here wouldnt even hesitate to just right out fking steal shit for you if u want it bc thats how much Power u got over him he'd never admit that tho sksks... OK maybe in bed...

he'd def either blackmail or bribe chuuya into helping him with stealing

probably even has access to his bank account and you'd only realize that when he'd stand infront of your door, asking where that "f*cking b*stard" is

you'd legit have to mediate their convo or else the whole building you live in would be gone immediately skks 💀

Chuuya likes u so he wouldnt make yall pay for it bc he knows that dazai's nearly broke 24/7 and u dont deserve to pay for his fault 💅

it would be enough to destroy his pride to make him obey chuuya for like 2 weeks or sum cue evil cackling from said red head

queen of Gaslightining nr. 1 😭 sometimes its for the dumbest arguments tho like why its okay to smack your lips while eating 😭

"I don't know it's just really noisy and kinda annoying for me?" "But Bella, that shows just how tasty your food is or are going to deny that fact and say that I should not show my appreciation for it? What if for me personally it's a sign of a good meal?" "Yeah but doesnt need to be that for me. Also you can show your appreciation for it in other ways like just simply saying its delicious?"

"But actions speak louder than words, my love." "YEAH, well then what do you want then???"

Its just a whole shit show and would (lmao it WILL) end in him giving you just shameless bedroom eyes and well you know whats gonna be after dinner lmaooo 🤡😭

Also also i do believe that hes not the best cook at first but hes a real fast learner so it prob would only take him a week of consuming cooking videos and reading books and BOOM

"Samu, is this a 3 course meal you're cooking because that's a LOT of ingredients in the kitchen." "Sssh just sit down, wash yourself up and enjoy the evening, my love! I'll call you when I'm done 💕"

Manages to somehow still give you some snacks and drinks in between the cooking 😭 with some sneaked in kisses on your shoulder or lips 😏

If you go and hug him from behind, he'll be MELTING

Like nuzzling your face into his back while wrapping your arms around his torso, you feel the slight rumble in his chest as he chuckles at your cute action 😭

"If you want to eat something then you should take a break from being so cute, you know? Don't want the food to go bad from maybe getting a bit distracted if you stay here for a bit longer." "Ew, are you implying you'd start something infront of our food??"

"... Well, I can just have a whole meal by myself but you'd be left hungry so it's your choice 😋"

🗿 the way he doesnt need long to be turned on is alwaya amazing to u but thats just how whipped he is and bro is a whole snack himself so WHOS complaining 😋💅

food's is guaranteed to taste heavenly but if he knows youve got time, then he'd make excuses to taste your cooking like

"Samu, it's been a while since I've gotten to taste your cooking." "Aww, was it that delicious for you? Hmm but I actually prefer your cooking!"

Time for some cooking and baking lessons together, eoow 💅 with the occasional make out session because the sauce found it's way on your lips and he just had to clean it up with his 😭😋

honestly despite all of some of the difficulties, dazai would never fail in making you feel loved in his own way even tho u gotta peel back some layers 🗿

At the end of the day, his bear hugs and many kisses are smth u love to come back home to after work

also doesnt say it but would def be a house husband for u 🤩 with the occasional "whoops gotta go and do smth quick" text and he comes home at like midnight skks bc the agency needs his cute ass 😋 but dw dinner's ready and house chores have been done so enjoy ur evening after work, zurlie 💅

dont kill me for this but id give him a 7.5/10 😭

Obsessed with him and i love him but it would prob be really really exhausting to get him to FULLY trust you and its honestly understandable

Also he kinda makes me feel like i'd have to walk on eggshells around him because you often dont really know what hes thinking 😭😭

could smile at u while thinking "why u so ugly" 😭😭

also bro is so smooth, its scary like he'd prob make us forget immediately that hes trying to find out everything about us(why he sounding like a stalker 😨😨 wouldnt want him to be MY stalker 😨😨 or would I?? 🤩) MY DELULU BRAIN 👹

Doppo Kunikida

😨 Cleaning maniac

personification of the verse "I can COOk, i can CLEAN" (i know its "dont" instead of can but we all know hes like perfect house husband material... maybe a bit too perfect 💀💀💀👹)

If u forgot a cup on the dinner table, he'd legit take the cup, put it in ur hand and be like "why did u leave it there if u r not using it"

WILL def rant about why u shouldnt do it

Honestly huge nagging mom vibes 💀💀

At the beginning of moving in together, he'd just clean everything without a word whatsoever

Like you wanna help around the house too? NUH UH, he already finished everything up.

Vaccuming the house? Done

Swiping? Lmao be sure to not arrive at home after work around that time bc u gotta stand at the door and WAIT until the floor is dried 💀😭

Dishes have been done like at 5 in the fucking morning 💀👹

Bro thankfully doesn't wash clothes that often (gotta be careful of the water bill 😭) but there r days where he legit throws his clothes nearly everyday bc the worse the mission the more blood yk 🗿🗿

U had to legit drag his ass to the couch to talk to him bc he gonn be deep clean the house if someone doesnt stop him

"Kuni, you literally don't need to do EVERYTHING by yourself! I'm also here to help and frankly, it feels like you're my maid sometimes 😞" " Don't worry. Everything fits perfectly in my time plan and since you sometimes work overtime, it's better if I do a bit more of it."

... "🗿 You are legit saving this city from being destroyed so often and I just sit in the office, bro 🤡" "I understand your argument but I have seen the way you look tired so often so let me take a bit of your burden"

He knows how to make us go "🥺"

The argument prob went on for an hour until yall settled on making a plan on who does what on which days and if someone's gotta work overtime or sum then the other takes a bit of it over and so on

So in the end its alrighty 🎉

Groceries and so on are never a problem except it sometiems turns out like going shopping with your mom because...

"Omg Kuni, look!!" *holds up cute decoration* "We could put this on our dinner table! Isn't it cute 🥺??"

Bro just takes it from you and looks at the price. Legit gives you the 🤨 look

"That's 937,32 Yen (around 6€) 🤨🤨. For a tiny statue of a dog? We could find it somewhere way cheaper." "🥺 But it's a limited edition and it reminds me of you bc its got the same fur color 🥺. It's even got ur glasses on 🥺"

Bro will say no but the day after you spot the dog on the table 🤡

Yall lying in bed together and cuddle so give him a peck on the lips while killing him with your cute ass smile (U MURDERER 🗿🗿)

"What was that for?" "Hmmm, well I just noticed that said statue magically appeared on our table. You think it was a cute long haired fairy with glasses and a grumpy look 😋? "

He tries really hard to deadpan at you but the corner of his lips still tug upwards as he pinches your nose

"Well, sometimes its not so bad to buy a little extra, I guess."

If theres a market nearby with some really good deals then you'd either be dragged together with him or he'd come home after work with tons of bags

Always surprises you in how good he is at negotiating about the price

Sometimes you gotta stop him from arguing with some of the shop keepers because some decided to sell some items way too overpriced 🗿🗿🗿

you once found him stay up all night researching about reasonable prices for veggies... 😨

and cue to yall standing in the morning infront of said shop keeper getting absolutely destroyed in an argument by your man.. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Well guess who even got some extra free stufd because kuni terrified the shit out of him 😋

"Thank you for your hard work in harvesting and selling us these delicious vegetables. My wife is quite a fan of them." Your husband said as he put the money into the shop keepers shaky hands, face red in embarassement as he squeezed out a "It's nothing." between his teeth. His face paled at the words "We'll see each other next Monday. Until then have a great week." leaving your man's mouth as he gave him a friendly smile before taking your hand and going to the next stall,only for you to sheepishly wave goodbye to the shop keeper before going with your husband.

"Well, you gave him quite the scare back there." You said as you felt him squeeze your hand a bit tighter, the bustling of the array of people only increasing by minutes. "Someone had to correct his ways. It would help his sales but only if he's willing to take that advice seriously." he simply answered as he looked at the contents of the bag, counting the ingredients left to purchase.

"Well atleast we got ourselves more than we needed so we can go home and call it a day." "Who are you?" Chuckling at your surprised face out of the corner of his eyes, he continued to make his way towards the end of the market, to finally reach your car.

"I thought over your words and I do believe it would be nice to" laze around together "for once in a while. Everything in the house has already been done, so maybe we could try out that one series you've been talking about. The reviews seem to be quite positive about it."

He just lets a breathy laugh escape his lips at your squeal while you begin to rant on why its gonna be so good watching it and

UUUUGGHHGH 😭😭😭😭 GIVE ME KUNIKIDAAAAAAAGHHHHHH 😭😭😭🤡🤡👹👹👹

honestly there are like no real red flags like his red flags are disguised green flags and yall can legit work through it easily

The only thing would be his tendency to overwork himself and it could lead to an argument but never a real fight because hes pretty easy to reason with

Like even when hes stubborn, he'll STILL listen to your words because the many good things about him that he'd always make sure to take your words seriously 🗿🗿

which sometimes makes it tempting to tease him bc we can lowkey understand why dazai easily tells him the most outrageous shit and your man just casually writes it down in his notebook 😭

"That damn idiot managed to fool me again by telling me that aliens have been among us (AMOGUS 👹) and that the goverment has been hiding it from us for decades." "I thought you already knew about that tho?"

"What" "What?"

"Wait so they're real?"

Cue to him showing him a video (that dazai sent to you a week ago just for this moment 😭)

Lmao dont tease him too much tho but dw, he cant stay mad at you at all lmao 😋💅

Honestly a 8.5/10 bc his nagging scares me 💀😭

Edogawa Ranpo

"Greatest Detective" more like "Queen of Gaslightining" 👹👹

Everyone knows hes way too obsessed with sweets but how the hell is his teeth actually still existing 🗿🗿

ngl i believe fukuzawa would prob sometimes just randomly ask him if he brushed his teeth bc he lowkey lowkey raised him ok 🤡

Ranpo is all nice like "yup, i did." but when u ask him, hes a whole b*tch about it

"Hah??? Why would you ask me that?? Do you really believe that I'd be so dumb to forget about brushing my teeth? If i can solve the most difficult cases then why would you assume that brushing my teeth might something that I'd forget, huuuhh??"

His gaslightining used to work at the beginning of ur relationship but sooner or later its not hard to notice his patterns 🗿

Like yas ok, he could just put up a whole ass strategy in how to not get u to notice that he didnt brush em at all but bro

Hes too lazy

And hes a sucker for attention 😩 like he might be "annoyed" if u nag at him bc of smth but he absolutely loves it bc its just one of his many ways to get ur attention without him having to actively get up and get it for himself 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Hes a huge clown but i love him 😭

Dazai tends to forget his socks or smth lying on the floor but THIS mf right here just doesnt rly care 😭

Like that was the first thing u noticed when u entered his apartment 🤡

Its not right out messy on a disgusting degree, its more like theres tons of trinkets n shit from cases or just random candy wrap hidden under the couch 💀💀💀

The epitome of "I can do it tomorrow" bc bro doesnt forget, he just IGNORES that he has to do it 😭

might take a while to actually get him to yk do smth around the house

used to prob only sleep and shower at his apartment and thats it💀

But when hes whipped then hes whipped and hed actually try his best to help around the house

Key word "try" 🤡

Like its often tbh accompanied by "okay, ill do it but only if i get smth"

A MANCHILD, I SAY 👹👹👹👹

But there are days when he legit deep cleans everything by himself bc either you had a bad day or yall had a fight 👹👹

still would whip out the "now gimme something, please 😋" if yall cuddle after a fight and he cleaned and tidied everything up for his love 🤩

doesnt always have to be candy yk HEUEHEUEHEUUE 👹👹👹👹👹

also its not a surprise but dont let him near the kitchen

HE COULD

HE RLY COULD COOK SO WELL

Like he had only cooked for ONE time and it was like a fever dream

Bc u legit had a fever and he cooked chicken soup but uhm 🗿

he cooked it so good??? Like veggies n meat cut and cooked up nicely?

Broth kicking in real hard?

Like? "What the hell? I thought you couldn't cook??"

Bro is about to put that spoon fr away 💀

"I'm not so heartless to let you starve and I definitely wont be giving you some cheap soup either. I just looked it up on the internet and followed the instructions so you gotta get well soon because I miss your cooking 🤩🤩"

Are we flattered?? Gurl, maybe but he'd def know if we tried to make ourselves be sick to taste his cooking again

Bro only offers to help when it comes to baking 😪😮‍💨😮‍💨

His only help is licking the dough or chocolate outta the bowl or smth 😀

would sneak in many kisses tho bc he likes u and sweet stuff is just sugar overload for him and he loves it 🤩

I think one of the important factors for him in a relationship is that fukuzawa approves of you? Since he does value his opinion over his own intellect

Like bro trusted him when it came to Fukichi and other ppl 💀

fukuzawa could legit go "aliens r evil" and ranpo would be like "ok everyone, aliens are evil!!!!" 🗿🗿🗿

honesrly i dont think why there would be a reason for fukuzawa not to accept you (if there is one then time to take 100 steps back and reflect on urself 💀)

He'd prob be impressed on how u even fell in love with him bc.. its ranpo💀

petty, clingy, can be manipulative ( but never with ill intentions), would legit prank ur ass bc he can, impatient and quickly bored af

But hes attentive, kind, can be patient when it comes down to it, empathetic (depends sksks) (also thank u fukuzawa for kinda ramming that into his head 🤩), affectionate in his own way (a sucker for physical touch but would NEVER right out admit it 🗿) and so much more honestly

there arent any real red flags tbh (might come as a surprise for some ppl)

Maybe maybe he'd obviously have a bit of difficulty fully opening up and i do believe there might be times where he once or twice legit deducted what ur feelings r for him bc hes used to being careful around people and especially bc in case someonw could randomly target the agency

Or is some kinda criminal in general

But honestly when hes learned to trust you then you know youve got yourself someone loyal 💅 and i mean FR loyal

personal favorite hc and honestly prob canon since we've already seen it : he'd not be ashamed to throw hands at someone when he thinks you're being insulted or harassed

And with hands i mean exposing them to 100% until they are pissing their pants and begging him to leave them alone 🤩🤩🤩

Also also, gives me off a similar vibe to dazai with the "maybe having to walk on eggshells" around them but ranpo doesnt make you feel as watched tbh as dazai which would kinda make it easier to talk to

but bro isnt as smooth as him so whOOP 💀💀

Overall iconic and a solid 8/10 🤩🤩🤩💕💕💕

The random ratings i gave them LMAO 💀💀💀 hope u like em 🗿

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #kunikida x reader #bsd kunikida #ranpo x reader #bsd ranpo #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #ranpo edogawa

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wifeyifey · 1 year

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How about breaking up with them but then tell them that it was just a prank and that the reader didn’t really wanna break up with them please with fluff ending Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head

Hi!!! I tweaked it slightly so it wasn't repetitive, but I really hope you like it!!! Sorry, it took so long!

Deathslinger:

Caleb happened to have a match with you in the beginning of the day and everything seemed normal to him. You came up to him and gave him a kiss and a small smack to his ass, ya know, the usual. He returned that smack with a good laugh from him and a small giggle from you. While the trial went on, there was only one survivor left and that was you. Caleb walked around the map to find his sweet lil thing. You saw Caleb in the distance and wanted to sneak up on him to give him a little scare. Walking up behind him, your hands going to his sides and giving him a little squeeze making the man jump a little before whipping around to look at his assaulter in the face. “Shit, darlin’ you gave me a lil scare there,” Caleb chuckled out, “So after ya leave here, yer comin’ to my place right?” he asked caressing your cheek bone with the back of his finger. “Hmmm, and why would I do that?” He frowns a little at your teasing because sometimes you do it at inappropriate times and he’s considering it an inappropriate time right now. He hasn’t seen you in a week because of all the trials that kept you both separated. “It’s not like we’re together or anything,” you tease with a small smirk. “Hey, now that ain’t funny and I’m not laughing at it. I’ve made my intentions perfectly clear for ya and if yuh don’t want to be with me, then don’t,” he said as he walked past you hitting your shoulder with his. “W-Wait! Caleb! I-I didn-,” “Don’t. I don’t want to hear yer yap.”

You would’ve rather him hook you than shut you down like that. You know you need to work on your teasing, sarcasm, and tone with him because he doesn’t understand the more modern flirting that you deal with and you think you’ve pushed him too far this time. You couldn’t help the tears that fell. You let out a sob and covered your face with your hands. You’re afraid that you just ruined your relationship over your stupid mouth. You started heading towards the exit trying to think of how you’re going to fix this relationship or at least apologize to him even if he doesn’t take you back. “God Y/N why do you have to go and screw everything up you fucking idiot,” you said as you walked through the fog of the exit.

Caleb was hiding behind a locker and leaning out to watch you leave and berating yourself. He leaned back against the lockers and breathed out a heavy sigh. Here he thought it was over because he didn’t express his love enough to make you realize how much he cares for you. He ran his hand down his face and tried to think of a solution, ultimately deciding that it was you who needed to apologize to him this time. He didn’t want to seem harsh but it was definitely you who was at fault. He headed towards the fog that took him to the forest and walked to his realm to wait for you.

It took you a good few hours to think through the scenario in your mind, replaying what went wrong. You were trying to tease and jokingly trick him into saying something sweet. You didn’t think what you said would end your relationship, but you definitely knew it hurt his feelings. You knew it would be a tinge hurtful, as it was supposed to lead into your little prank, but you thought he would’ve noticed your tone and facial expressions as a factor to it being a joke. With a heavy sigh you stood up and headed towards the forest, hoping that the walk to Caleb’s realm would calm down your racing heart.

Taking your first step out of the dark forest and into the hot sun of Caleb’s realm. You looked up at the sun and instantly felt a bit of serotonin considering everywhere else, it’s night time. Walking to the saloon you stopped just outside the door. You carefully swung the door and walked in. Caleb was sitting at a table that was in the far corner with his feet crossed on top of the table and him leaning back with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. His eyes followed you as you walked over to him and stood next to the table he was at. “May I sit?” “You may,” he said, putting his feet on the ground and sitting forward in his seat, leaning over and grabbing the shot glass in front of him and pouring you a shot before sliding it over to you. You grabbed it and started nervously turning the glass in circles. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, “I… I want to start off by saying sorry. I was trying to joke and it wasn’t a very funny one now that I thought about it. I definitely should’ve thought that through before I… before I said something so stupid,” you ended with a deep sigh. Caleb cleared his throat before starting, “Yer right that it wasn’t funny,” you look down at the shot in your hands, “and that it was stupid,” your frown deepened, “but, I feel like there was an underlyin’ message with what you said.” You looked up at him with worry in your eyes, “I swear I didn’t mean for it to sound like I was going to break up with you or somethi-,” “That ain’t what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.” “Then what are you talking about?” “I was worried, that I wasn’ clear with my intentions with yuh.” You looked at him a little confused when he grabbed your hand rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “Darlin’, I know we ain’t got a label or nothin’, but I see you as someone I want to spend the rest of my days with. I thought I was clear ‘bout that, and now… ‘m afraid I haven’ been showin’ ya how much I love ya.” “You… you love me?” you ask with a growing smile. Caleb smiled and looked down at your connected hands before lifting your hand to place a kiss on top of it. “C’mere baby,” he let go of your hand and leaned back in his chair, patting his good leg. You stood up as he scooted his chair back to give more room and you sat on the thigh of his good leg. He tsked as he grabbed your legs to swing over his other leg. His hands held you close, one on your hip and one holding your thigh brushing his thumb comfortingly. You take off his hat and place it on your own head with a sweet smile, one that Caleb returned. You put a hand on his cheek and lean forward to place a sweet kiss against his lips. Pulling back slightly from the kiss, you brush your lips against his lightly and whisper, “I love you more than anything, Caleb.” He smiled as he captured your lips into another kiss. The whole scenario from before is nothing but a mere memory.

Wraith:

Philip loves seeing you, but he also loves seeing how you interact with the other survivors. You don’t know he watches in on your time at the survivor’s camp, so you didn’t know he is always listening to you as well. Today you were sitting with a small group near where Philip is hiding out. The topic at the moment was about relationships and considering you two have been in one for about 2-3 months. So the relationship was still relatively new, but he was wondering how you would talk about him. There was a lot of joking around and then everyone was going around the circle talking about their ex’s or significant others from before they got here, the survivors that are attractive, and the killers that are attractive. It was finally your turn to speak and all eyes and ears were focused on you, including the eyes and ears of your dear lover. “Ok Y/N, do you consider yourself single? Like was there someone before you got dragged into this hellscape?” A couple laughs were heard from the others in the group, including yours. “Uh, yeah, I was dating someone before I came to this place, but ya know. They’ll probably never be here and honestly our relationship was rocky anyways. So at least I didn’t have to come up with a break up speech!” you all laughed at that. “So to answer the first question. Uh, I do not consider myself single, and uh, that’s cause I’m currently in a new relationship since coming here…” you trailed off. There were a bunch of ‘ooo’s’ and a couple of whistles. “Who?!? Who is our precious Y/N in a relationship with???” Jill said, throwing her around your waist. “Well, definitely not your brother anymore,” a couple of people laughed with you and Jill laughing the hardest. “C’mon who is it? I thought we shared things with each other?” you look at her face and whisper in her ear, “I’m dating Philip, ya know, the wraith.” “Really? And how is that going?” she genuinely asked. “Honestly, so far everything is going really well. He treats me really well and is honestly my best relationship I’ve ever been in,” Jill smiled at that and before she could say she was happy for you when Mikaela cut in, “so be real, Y/N, is it a survivor or killer?” You give a small awkward laugh, “Uh… killer..” you trail off, “Hey, at this point we don’t judge,” Mikaela said. “Fuck that. I 100% am judging you, you better break up with whoever it is!” Jonah projected. “Yeah, Jonah I’ll go write my break up speech right now,” you said sarcastically, “get the fuck outta here Jonah, no one wants your shitty input.” By the time you finished the second part of the statement Philip had already walked further into the forest so that you wouldn’t hear his bell as he went back to his realm.

A couple of days have passed since that day. You don’t know what’s wrong but you feel like Philip has been avoiding you. You haven’t had a chance to have alone time with him cause you guys either haven’t had a trial together, or he was having a trial while you waited for him in his realm. However, the reason you think he’s been avoiding you is because when you get out of trials and are back in the survivor’s camp, you hear the familiar bell and when you go to head towards the sound, Philip is gone. You’re worried at this point because you just want to make sure he’s ok and give him some affection, but he just isn’t letting you near him. You were sitting away from everyone at the camp just hoping for the chance to get a trial with him where he’s forced to be around you.

Suddenly, everything goes black and you’re thrown into another trial. You heave a heavy sigh and go to find a generator to work on. After a minute or so, you hear a scream from somewhere nearby and accidentally lose your concentration, making you mess up and the generator explodes in your face. You sit back on the ground and let out a few tears, you’re just exhausted at this time and haven’t had a chance to be with your significant other for a while and need the chance to feel safe in his arms again. You can feel your heartbeat pick up and don't even care about the fact that the killer was nearby. You stood up to turn around and wiped the tears from your face only to be met with the one and only Philip. Philip almost forgot about the other night at the camp as he stepped forward to reach for your tear stained face, but then that’s when he remembered and stopped when he was just an inch from your face. He looked down at you and was about to step back, “P-Philip, wait, please I just miss you so much. I don’t know what I did wrong.” He looked you in your eyes and saw the sincerity behind them and he gave you a small nod before putting his hand on the side of your face. “Is it ok if we can talk after the trial?” Philip nodded his head again and you smiled for the first time in a couple days. He then rang his bell as he went to continue the rest of the trial.

You were able to escape through the exit and finally made it back to the survivor’s camp. You immediately ran through the forest and to Philip’s realm. You didn’t see him outside at all so you assumed he was in the building and you continued to race there. Philip was sitting on the makeshift bed that you both made a while ago and he looked up to see you slightly out of breath. “Philip, can you please tell me what’s going on? Why have you been avoiding me?” He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand and handed it to you. You look at him and then down at the note. “I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want the break up speech.” Break up speech? What? Your eyes keep tracing over the words and when the conversation at the camp came up. “My love, I wasn’t going to break up with you! Were you there the whole time? Did you hear me tell Jonah to kiss my ass? I was being crazy sarcastic when I said I was gonna write a “break up speech”,” you sat down in between his legs, “I am not planning on leaving you anytime soon and I don’t plan on leaving you ever if you’ll have me,” you finished putting your hands on the sides of his face. Philip let out a sigh of relief. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him and laid down with you facing each other. Philip went to press kisses against your face making you giggle. He then grabbed your hand palm facing you and drew a heart in the middle of your palm. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Doctor:

Honestly, Herman was getting on your last damn nerve with all his little zaps here or there. Are you surprised? No, not really, but at this point you wanna get on his nerves for once. You can annoy him sometimes, but nothing too serious. You, however, decided to play a little prank on him. You’re not the best pranker in the world, by any means. Nor have you played pranks on him before. So there’s a first for everything. Plus it’s like you’re having your very own lil experiment on your boyfriend considering the amount of experiments he conducted on you.

Walking to his realm and towards his office, you were planning on just flat out saying “I’m breaking up with you,” and so when you made it to his office and he stood up from his desk to come greet you, he was peeved by you avoiding his kiss making it land on your cheek instead. “Are you ok, my darling?” he asked, confused. “No,” you said with a pout. “What’s wro-,” “I’m breaking up with you,” you cut him off. The atmosphere suddenly went frigid. Herman takes a step back and looks you into your eyes, “Uh huh. So, you don’t want to be my partner anymore. May I ask why?” “I know you’re a killer scientist and all, but you promised to treat me differently than some experiment,” you managed to make up. In reality, he treats you really well and is probably one of the more sane killers here. Herman’s mind went haywire trying to think of how he treated you like his experiments as he changed drastically when you two finally became a couple. He was trying to think of where he went wrong. He turned away from you and leaned forward placing his hands on his desk. You were about to let him know you were joking when he started laughing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood as his laugh started coming out maniacally. He sounded like a villain from a scary movie. You went to put a hand on his back when he abruptly turned back to you and grabbed your hand. Yanking you towards him you look up at him a little scared. “H-Herman, i-it was just a prank! Please!” It was like he couldn’t hear you as he dragged you to one of the hospital rooms.

Herman picked you up to put you on the experiment table with the straps on it. In no time he had you strapped down to the table. You struggled against the constraints trying to loosen them, “Herman! Herman! Please, I didn’t mean it!” you try to convince him as he comes around to where your head was at. “I was just getting annoyed with how much you’ve been zapping me lately!” Herman laughed as he brought his hands together in front of your face to make the electricity zap between his hands. He brought his hands down to the sides of your head, “Well, since we’re no longer together, I might as well fry your brain!” he laughed crazily again making you struggle against the straps around your wrists and squeeze your eyes tightly waiting for the pain. About 30 seconds passed before realizing nothing was happening. Your eyes are still screwed shut, but you hesitantly open one eye to see Herman staring back down at you calmly. “I think you learned your lesson when it comes to making a silly prank like that. Don’t you think, darling?” You let out a heavy sigh letting your tears fall freely from your eyes. You choked out a small, “y-yes. I learned.”

Releasing you from the straps, you sat up and let out a little sob. Herman tsked before grabbing the sides of your face and shushing you. “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, my love. I’m sure you know now that if you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes right?” he asked moving your head so you’d look him in the eyes. You sniffled with a small nod and threw your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and breathed in the scent of your hair. “I apologize if my little shocks are bothering you so much. I want you to know that the ones that do get you are unintentional. I can’t control every single shock, baby,” “I guess that makes sense. I’m sorry for taking it personally..” “And?” You let out a small giggle, “and for doing a silly prank. I love you, Herm.” “I adore you, Y/N.”

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a hunky creature of a man that you’re just happy to be with. While he doesn’t spare you in trials, he does mercy kill you so that you don’t have to deal with the trials he’s in. He’s too merciless with the rest of the survivors. However, you wanted to test the waters with him when it came to your guys' relationship. You do adore him and he has done a lot so that he can be better in the relationship with you. So, when you say you wanna test the waters, it’s more so going to be some questioning about what your relationship with him is.

Going into the classroom that you and Pyra had altered to be more homey, you laid down on the cushioned area that you both slept on. Or rather, you slept on. He just kind of lays there as a personal heater and someone to cuddle. You grabbed a journal that was nearby and flipped it open. You see very scraggly handwriting and that was very childlike, but extremely heavy handed. You would’ve thought it was some kid’s notebook if it weren’t for the fact that it was the symbols that you had taught Pyra to communicate with you. You smiled at the fact that he’s been practicing them and felt your heart flutter. You could hear and feel the heavy stomps of Pyra and the dragging of his mighty knife behind him. You put down the notebook and got up to go into the hallway to see how close he was only to be greeted by his clothed abdomen. Wrapping your arms around his waist tightly you started placing sweet kisses all over his pecs. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go lay down,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bed.

He propped his knife against a wall in the room and ripped off his bloody shirt. You nearly drooled looking at his muscles and couldn’t take your eyes away. His tongue came to poke out the open corner of his helmet and it went to lick your cheek making the heat rush to your face. You smiled at him as it dragged down to your jawline, then down to your neck. “Well well well, someone’s super affectionate today,” you giggle, placing your hands on his abs and dragging them up and down his toned torso. Pyra held you close to him and groaned softly at feeling you against his skin. You kissed his left pec a few times before he lifted his hand to brush the back of his finger against your cheek.

You feel now is as good as any to finally ask him some questions. You tell him to lay down again and he does so with his arms open for you to crawl into. You smile and snuggle into his arms tightly. “Hey bub, can I ask you a couple questions?” He gave a small nod as his hands wandered over your body. “Well, I was wondering if you would be bothered by absence? Like what if I didn’t come over anymore?” He stopped his movements suddenly becoming stiff under you. What do you mean not come over anymore? Did you not like him as much as you used to? He didn’t like the thought of you never coming around anymore. He grabbed your hand and drew a question mark on it with his finger. “It’s just.. I don’t know.. Wondered if maybe I’m too much for you? I guess I wanted to know our label?” you knew it was going to be hard to figure out the terminology he wanted to use. He felt a little more at ease knowing it was just you needing some reassurance. He grabbed your arm once again and tried tracing the word ‘mate’ against your soft skin. “M.. A…T… E?” you asked. He nodded slightly. “Mate like as in the “for reproductive” sense or “life partner” sense?” You waited to see how many fingers he was going to raise, either one for the first option, two for the second option, or three for both. He raised his hand with 3 fingers sticking up. You understand he’s different from humans and so the first option didn’t upset you, but you were ecstatic for him to say the second one was just as important. “So, you see me as your partner for life?” you asked and he nodded again. You let out a pitchy giggle because it made you feel so much better about your relationship. You rest your head against his pec and kiss his skin over and over again. He rubbed his hand up and down your side affectionately with a small squeeze to your waist.

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Omg I’m obsessed w ur writing! I’m back on my Francis brainrot lol

Could u do a Francis Wilkerson x reader smut where she’s the baby sitter who he’s secretly dating and they let her stay for dinner and then after they have sex?

Keep Your Voice Down (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re the Wilkerson’s go-to babysitter, able to handle any of the chaos the boys throw at you. But you’re Francis’ favorite for other reasons.

A/N: i <3 Francis brainrot. Warning for unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it. AU where Piama doesn’t exist. As usual, bc it’s smut i’d love some feedback, no matter how much of it i write it doesn’t get easier lol

CW: p in v intercourse, slight praise kink, begging, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), semi rough sex

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You had been the Wilkerson’s favorite, and sometimes only, babysitter since you were 15. It had happened by complete accident. You had become friends with Francis before he got shipped off to military school. He had invited you over one day, and in a rush to get to work, Lois put you and Francis in charge of looking after his brothers. When she and Hal got home that night, you were serving dinner to the boys and somehow convinced them to take baths afterward and go to bed at a reasonable time.

The rest was history.

When Francis got sent away, you started babysitting more to help the Wilkersons out. They usually couldn’t pay you much, but you didn’t care because you got to hang out with boys that were basically gremlins, got free dinner, and when staying overnight, you’d always call Francis.

But the best days were when he was home for a weekend or holiday. It was hard because he was always away, but your friendship developed into a relationship when he came home for spring break one year. It was a little surprising that you’ve been together for so long since you rarely got to see each other, but you made it work. It was significantly easier when he got a job at the Grotto because a lot of his good pay went towards visiting his family, and secretly you. Secretly, because his family didn’t know you were dating.

“Mom, I like Y/n and all. But I don’t understand why we still need a babysitter.” Reese followed his mother around the house while she prepared for dinner.

“You do know I can hear you, right?” You laughed as you sat at the kitchen table he stood beside.

“No offense, but I’m sixteen. Having a babysitter is ruining my rep.”

“Reese, when you show enough responsibility to prove to me that you don’t need a babysitter, Y/n will stop being your babysitter.” Lois groaned, clearly done with this conversation.

“Mom, if we did that, Y/n would be my babysitter until I die.” You laughed at his seriousness.

“What’s so funny?” You leaped out of your seat from the voice. Francis stood on the step bordering the kitchen, grinning at the three of you.

“Francis!” You squealed, running around the table to launch yourself into his arms. Working at the ranch must have been a real workout for him because he caught you with ease, not stumbling an inch from your force. “What are you doing here?”

“Otto gave me the week off, said I deserved it for all the work I’ve been doing. So I decided to come up to visit.” He pecked your cheek before setting you down, which seemed to be in a friendly manner. But you knew better. You stepped away so the rest of his family could say hello to him, even though you wished you could have him all to yourself right now.

“Are you on the clock?” He asked when everyone gave him space. You shook your head.

“Not really. Your mom’s here, but I’m keeping an eye on the boys every now and then. I’m staying for dinner, though.” Francis nodded as he listened, and then smirked. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, a hand on your hip.

“Maybe after dinner, we can have some dessert?” You felt your cheeks heat up. Although he whispered so no one else could hear, his tone was bold and seductive. You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure.

“I think I’ll need some convincing.” You responded before walking away, out of his hold, to help Lois with dinner.

You didn’t need any convincing. With how long it’s been since the last time you saw Francis, it took everything in you not to drag him to the bathroom for some quick relief. But you knew that if you held out on him long enough, the end result would be amazingly worth it.

He made sure to sit next to you during dinner. He did nothing at first, putting food on your plate like a good friend would. Casually making conversation with everyone while you ate. Part of you thought he forgot about your little exchange.

But then, in the middle of dinner, he put his hand on your thigh. It was so surprising you almost choked on your water. Thank God there was a tablecloth to cover his actions. Above the table, he wasn’t even paying attention to you, too engrossed in a conversation with his father about something ranch related. You would’ve been hanging onto every word. You loved listening to Francis talk passionately about anything. But below the table, his hand was reaching the apex of your thigh, gripping it deliciously hard.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Dewey asked from his place across from you. You cleared your throat, a hand discreetly moving to Francis’.

“Yeah, Dew-Dew. My drink went down the wrong tube.” You grabbed Francis’ wrist, and before you could pry it off you, even though you wanted to do the complete opposite, he brushed his finger against your clothed core. He smirked, drawing his hand away while you took a deep inhale. “Now, keep telling me about that piano competition.”

You insisted to Lois that you help her with the dishes after everyone had finished eating. Surprising to her, Francis offered to help you, saying he wanted to catch up more with you. You talked about everything and nothing, washing and drying slowly to prolong your conversations.

As everyone started trailing to their beds, you bid them all good night. You made sure to smother Jamie in kisses before he was taken off. Being a baby, he barely gave you trouble and was, therefore, your favorite Wilkerson to babysit.

You waited for the click of Malcolm closing the door to the boys’ bedroom. When you heard it, you finished the last dish and handed it to Francis.

“I can’t believe you did that.” You dried your hands off and looked at him. He had a stupid smirk on his handsome face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He dried the plate and set it down before turning to you, leaning against the counter with crossed arms. Francis stared you up and down, lip caught between his teeth.

“Oh, please.” You laughed, moving to the living room. He followed behind you. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Just missed you, that’s all.” His hands were on your waist, turning you around to face him in his hold. He leaned in closely, nose bumping yours. A hand slid down to squeeze your ass. “Is that such a crime?”

Francis’ words always had such an effect on you. You’d be flustered one minute, not knowing what to do with yourself. The next, it was like you had become feral, grasping and clawing for any piece of him. He kissed you with such vigor that your knees went weak. Francis led you backward, not stopping until you were pinned between him and the wall. He nipped at your lip and your breath hitched, the pain feeling so good.

“Francis, your whole family’s here.” You whispered while your boyfriend trailed kisses down your neck.

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you?” He asked, pulling back to look you in the eye. You could barely meet his gaze, eyelids heavy with lust. A hand set against your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. “You can do that for me, right baby?” You nodded, but he clicked his tongue. “Words, Y/n.”

“I’ll be quiet.” You whispered. Francis grinned.

“Good girl.” He kissed you again, the hand on your jaw creeping to the back of your neck. Francis’ words of praise made you wetter than his actions. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some kind of relief. You couldn’t take the waiting anymore. “Need some help, baby?”

“Please, Francis.” You whined. He made quick work of unbuttoning your pants, yanking them down to pool around your ankles so you could step out of them. He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You kept begging and pleading, making sure your voice was low.

And then he brushed his fingers right against your most sensitive spot. You clamped a hand against your mouth to muffle the moan that escaped you.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Despite all the time apart, he found your clit easily, playing with it like a button, begging to be pushed. He pushed his knee forward to separate your legs, bringing you down to grind on his thigh. You gasped, rutting your hips against him with Francis’ help. He pulled you back and forth, continuously teasing your clit.

“God, Francis, please.”

“What do you want?” He locked eyes with you again, refusing to let you get shy with him. “Come on, baby, what do you need? Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your…” A particularly rough thrust against Francis cut you off. He smirked down at you.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Francis knew exactly what you wanted. He just liked to be an asshole. Probably payback for you not giving in to him earlier.

“Your cock.” You whimpered. “Need your cock, Francis.” He grinned.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked condescendingly. Before you could roll your eyes at the tone, Francis grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your limbs around him tightly to not fall and to keep him close to you. Keeping you up against the wall with one hand, Francis used his other to unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to pull himself out of his boxers. He was hard against your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

Francis pulled your panties to the side, showing off your pussy to him. He almost groaned at the sight, a sight he missed so much. He grabbed hold of himself, rubbing himself up and down, too agonizingly slow for your liking.

“Francis. Need you so bad.” You ground your hips down, and he got the message. After rubbing his tip through your folds a few times to gather your wetness, he buried his cock in you. You dug your nails into his back at the sensation. He filled you to the brim; the pain of him stretching you felt so good.

Francis didn’t take any mercy on you. He immediately started fucking into you, your head falling onto his shoulder as he turned your bones to jelly. You began to moan at the feeling, but he brought a hand to your mouth to stop you.

“Gotta be a good girl for me.” He panted. “Gotta be quiet. Fuck.” It took everything in you to follow his commands. Francis pistoned in and out of you hard; you don’t know how you contained yourself. “Jesus, you feel so good, Y/n.”

“Fuck, Francis.” You whined against his hand, throwing your head back against the wall while arching your back. He took his hand away to rub your clit, continuing to pound in and out of you.

Francis could tell you were getting close. You were practically squeezing the life out of him, clawing at his back and shoulders, gnawing at your lip to keep quiet because you wanted to be good for him.

“You wanna come, baby? I bet you do.” He teased.

“Please, lemme come, Francis.” You begged, gasping as all his attention on you brought you closer to the edge. “Please, I need to come so bad.”

“Okay, okay.” He shushed you, furthering his assault on your clit while leaning forward to suck at your neck. “You wanna come? Come. Do it.” His words pushed you over harshly. He had to keep you against the wall with his body, the hand previously holding you up now silencing you while the other helped you ride out your high. His thrusts started to become sloppy. “Oh, fuck.”

Francis reached his peak as well, coating your insides. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both caught your breath. You gained enough energy to grab his face, bringing him to your lips.

“I missed you.” You whispered after a deep breath. Francis grinned, kissing you again.

“I missed you too, honey.”

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Healing Hearts PT. 15 | Virgil Van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: contains some smut! MDNI, or please skip the part after the marked red border.

C/W: smut, making out etc.

WC: 3.682

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I try to calm down the thumping in my head, my head aching from panic as I stare at the gossip piece. I close my eyes, shutting off my phone and throwing my phone onto my bed. I stand up, pacing back and forth in front of the bed.

I was a fool for thinking our relationship wouldn't be caught this early. All of my effort, allthough looking back I probably worried more than I tried to hide our relationship- was in vain. I couldn't have obviously told Virgil I wanted to not even hold hands with him on the streets or not go on that one nice date. His own efforts to keep me out of the media and even the private dinner basically going up in flames.

I sigh out of frustration, gnawing on my lower lip as I try to think of what to do. It was a gossip site- not some relevant news site yet- they didn't have pictures yet- and no names yet. I grab my phone again, putting all of my social media on private already, preparing for the storm- or fucking tornado that could ruin either the upcoming days- if I was lucky in a couple weeks- of my life.

Thinking privatizing wasn't enough, I delete them all off of my phone. I couldn't be prepared enough. Especially not since what happened last time.

Who could've even leaked the fact that we were on a date? Could've been the employees, but from experience of seeing so many "known" people I'd doubt they'd honestly care. It could've been Theo- maybe he'd noticed me anyways- through my idiotic ways of trying to conceal my identity. I rack my brain- thinking of who it could be before giving up and throwing myself onto the King bed.

I lay there, my hands on my head as I try to reason with myself. I had a couple days or weeks to prepare, this could definitely break onto mainstream news when we'd both be back in Liverpool. I wince at the actual thought of having to face the club. I had to look them all in the face after it looked like I came there to get with one of their players?

Although, I knew most of the supporters wouldn't care or be negative about it. But the thought of my face being plastered everywhere again? What would they say about a girl who dated a billionaire heir and a footballer? Back to back. Was it my fault my destiny was designed this way? Would they say I was ‘lucky’ or that I orchestrated both of these relationships?

I had to face this eventually, but I didn’t want to do it now. There were definitely bigger problems in the world than some dating news- but why did have such an effect on me?

I decide to respond back to Priya's message shortly before closing my tabs. If I just ignored it for now- it wouldn't be there- it wouldn't even exist. If I just pretend to not see or know anything it wouldn’t happen and pass, like a breeze instead of impending doom.

A text message brings me out of my thoughts. A message from Virgil, letting me know he's leaving his own hotel. I smile to myself, remembering there was something to look out for. I couldn't wait to see him.

"Fuck- please-“ She mewls, their bodies pressed close against each other. Her nails clawing and digging into his back, the euphoric feeling of their high taking over both their senses.

Virgil had arrived at her hotel a while ago. It stared with a kiss from her, to a make out session turned intimacy.

Could you blame her? Seeing your partner doing what he's good at, winning for his team and country all while looking so fucking good.

Irresistible, was the right word to describe him.

He groans lowly at her pleas, his hand gripping onto the flesh of her hips, guiding her to his pace. His heart hammers in his chest, the feeling overwhelming, but still not getting enough of the feeling of her around him.

"So good for me baby." He murmurs, sweat glistening on his collar, dripping down his broad, muscular chest. She clenches around him at the praise, a moan leaving her swollen lips as her back arches.

"So needy for me, couldn't handle yourself when I played today, love?" He teases, gently pushing her back onto the bed as he chuckles deeply. She whines in protest, eyes closing, trying to move her hips faster, his veiny hand coming to rest on her stomach again.

"Eyes here baby." He says, his pace fastening with the move of her hips. His hand trails down her entrance, a digit circling her puffy bud.

Another moan leaves her lips, as she cries out in pleasure. Her eyebrows scrunching as sweat forms on her forehead. He's deep, deep enough for his member to be visible, the bulge on her stomach showing as he moves in and out of her in well paced thrusts.

"This what you wanted baby? Hm tell me, should I stop?" She clenches around him again, her nails clawing harder as she tries to blurt out coherent words.

"Fuck- don't stop- faster. Need more- please." She pants, feeling him twitch.

He does as she says, fastening his pace as he moans lowly at the feeling.

"Let go baby." He mumbles, his hand caressing the scar on her side tenderly.

She whines loudly, letting go as she reaches her climax. He groans, making sure she alright before letting go himself. Both of their exclaims of pleasure filling up the atmosphere. Loud panting filling the room, as their chests move up and down in sync.

He leans forward, his hand coming up to hold her tired head up. He places small kisses on the side of her face, mumbling sweet praises to her.

"Did so good baby. You're alright, breathe in for me baby." He murmurs, stroking her cheek tenderly.

He pulls out slowly, a soft sound leaving her lips at the loss of feeling. He presses a kiss on her lips, checking the clock as it read way past midnight.

He gets up, not before another whine leaving her lips, her hand grabbing his hand quickly.

"I'm here babygirl. I've got to clean you up hm?" He reassures her. Getting a warm towel to clean her up gently. Discarding the condom while at it.

"Want to take a shower love?" He asks, rubbing her naked shoulder. She nods, eyelids fluttering, his hands wrapping around her as he brings her into the walk-in shower. Keeping her steady and close as the hot water falls down their intertwined bodies. Soap foaming on their skin, forgetting all worries they had, especially a worried y/n.

"Is my mascara all over my face?" She asks, tired smile tugging on her lips as she looks at Virgil.

"It is, want me to clean it off?" He chuckles, reaching over to retrieve the facial cleanser from the shower niche.

I watch Virgil grab a change of clothes from the bag he had packed. The one he'd dropped on the floor when our kiss started getting a little too heated.

My eyes roam on his body, the white damp towel low on his hips as he walks over to the dresser. I bite on my fingernail nail as I fight back a squeal. Watching him open the drawer.

He grabs a pair of my pajamas I had organized into the dresser. He walks up to me again, seeing me snuggled in the robe he had wrapped me in earlier.

"It's cold." I say.

The temperature in Athens in October wasn’t as bad as Liverpool. Slightly warmer in the day, in contrast, the nights were definitely colder than the days. I had asked Virgil to turn on the heat earlier, hoping it would make the cold much more bearable.

"Here, let's get you in some clothes." He says, as I watch him hold up my gray ribbed pajamas.

“Where is your lotion?” He asks, running his hands on top of my robe, down my back, trying to warm me up.

“On the bathroom counter. It’s the pink tub.” I answer, watching him walk into the bathroom to retrieve it.

He walks back, unscrewing the lid and looking at me for a moment. I extend my leg out of my robe, moving my robe slightly. He grabs an amount of the hydrating cream, applying it in soft soothing circles on my knees and legs.

He unties my robe, applying the lotion on my arms elbows and chest. Softly massaging my back and shoulders.

“It’s like I’m the one who played a 90 minute match.” I chuckle, humming at the feeling of his hands on my back.

“You definitely handled way more.” He whispers, laughing as I give him a look.

“Right, now let’s get you dressed already.”

I allow him to dress me, making the minimal effort of raising my arms and legs.

“Let me put lotion on you?” I ask, grabbing the pink tub. He nods as I lather his skin up. Running my hands down his tattoos as I admire them.

I move so I can massage the cream into his back.

A gasp leaving my lips at the scratches on his back. “Did I do that?” I ask, feeling bad as I look at my nails. I had gotten them done back home, taking advantage of not having to treat any of the players, since I was on leave.

Short nails were a given with this job and I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had long nails. That also being why I don’t remember scratching any of my bed partners- or at least this crazily.

“What? The scratches from your nails?” He asks unfazed, turning his head to the side.

“Yeah? Did it not hurt?” I ask, inspecting them closely.

“Was to busy with how pretty you looked under me to notice, love.” He whispers lowly and I slap his arm, feeling a little flustered.

I drop the tub of scented lotion, getting up to get a healing cream from the bathroom. Lathering the cream up the scratches with clean hands. Placing a kiss on his spine when done.

I snuggle against him after we both get dressed and finish our night routines. His arms wrapped around my body as I bury my head against his chest, basking into the warmth of our bodies and the silence of the room. The vanilla and coconut scented lotion creating an addicting scent on our skin.

"I'm so proud. You played really good today." I mumble, pulling away a little, tracing the tattoos on his arm gently with my finger.

"Oh yeah? I figured, maybe I should score the winning goal more often." He teases, placing a kiss on my hairline.

"Maybe you should?" I reply, nudging him, my eyes droopy as I fight the sleep that's creeping up to me.

“We’ll talk about it later, or you’ll start something you’ll have to finish hm? Sleep now, love. You look tired.”

"You better be eating properly there." My mom says, pulling me into the biggest hug she'd ever given me. Squeezing me to the point I couldn't breathe for a moment. She pulls away reluctantly, my dad also pulling me into an embrace. "You also should call more- we work but the phone is always next to us my daughter." He says, his hand on my shoulder.

I look at the both of them, a sudden feeling of sadness washing over me. I had already said my goodbyes to my friends, leaving me here in front of the airport, saying goodbye to my parents.

My grip on my suitcase tightens, as I try to hold back tears. There were many things I resented my parents for, but the look of sadness in their eyes made me want to break down and forget about all of that.

Maybe this was my karma for hiding things from them, the guilt gnawing at me piece my piece.

"Want me to come with you?" My dad asks, his hand already reaching for the handle of my suitcase.

"It's okay dad, it's not heavy. You don't have to. It’s raining, you guys should get back in the car." I usher, giving them a reassuring smile as I try to hide the shakiness in my voice.

“Call us when you land!” My dad says.

I kiss both of them one more time before turning around, dragging my suitcase behind me as I enter the airport. If I had stayed longer, they would manage to see the absolute buckets of tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

She checks in quickly and efficiently, knowing Virgil was in the private VIP lounge as she makes her way towards it. They had both spent the last few days with their own respective families, deciding they'd meet up at the airport.

She shoots him a quick message, the door to the lounge opening a few seconds later.

Her emotions were still on high after the farewell with her parents. She just, for some reason wanted to cry harder the longer they stood outside.

She could blame it on absolutely everything. From keeping secrets from her parents, to leaving them or mother natures lovely monthly cycle.

Virgil raises a brow at her instantly, the somber look on her face and the glossiness of her eyes noticeable to practically everyone from a distance.

She walks up to him, into the room. Immediately hugging him tightly, taking in his comforting and familiar scent.

"You okay?" He mumbles, running his hand up and down her back. Feeling her shake slightly, wet patches forming on his sweater from tears.

"It's alright, cry it out baby. You're okay." He mumbles, holding her tightly, giving her the pressure she needed, realizing something had to have triggered her emotions, too much for her to bottle up as he pats her back. Hoping he’d tell her eventually, when comfortable.

The Liverpool bench next to me cheers as Ryan scores the fourth goal against Toulouse. The chants in the stadium deafening as they all sing in celebration. The players were doing insanely well, especially after the Merseyside derby last week which they had also won. Creating a great new start after international break had ended.

I was on the pitch today, just like last week as Dr. Woods had decided to focus on Robbo's serious shoulder injury. We'd all been very shocked and concerned when we were notified. Deciding for Dr. Woods to focus on him for a while, since it was an injury requiring much attention and time.

Focused on the game, I sink further into my jacket, the weather had been progressively getting worse, the temperature dropping a couple degrees just in the past hour alone.

A sudden voice calls out to me from the bench behind me. I sit up, turning my head towards the voice. Already prepared for the "Could you hand me a bottle?" or the recently more common "Can I have a hot pack?" followed by the most creative methods to signal how cold the weather was. My favorite so far was the 'rubbing hands together'.

They would look like mischievous flies, making me chuckle as they looked at me confused.

Instead of some mischievous fly action, I'm completely blindsided by what it is, that I'm told.

"Take my scarf, it's cold and you don't have one." Szobo says, a charming smile on his face as he hovers the scarf around my neck.

I absentmindedly nod, as he ties the black scarf around my neck. I glance at Virgil, for a millisecond, his eyes drilling holes into Szobo's side profile. I look at the rest of the bench, some of them sneaking glances at me, I give them some confused looks back. Returning my gaze to Dom.

I thank him for the scarf, adjusting it a little and turning back around to watch the rest of the match. Still confused, but appreciative for the warm scarf. Trying to focus on the match again.

The match ends with a beautiful goal from Mo. Making the final score an amazing 5-1 for Liverpool. All of us standing up finally, clapping for everyone's efforts and hard work as I immediately make my way into the tunnel. The cheers and shouts in the stadium dwelling down slightly.

I greet the players with a high five, watching all of them pile into the dressing room before me and Dr. Davis go through the usual routine. My eyes catch Virgil looking slightly- irritated. His answers for Dr. Davis unusually short. I decide to not bother him with any of my own questions. I would ask about it later.

Thankfully, we finish quickly, no one having anything bothering them. I walk out of the dressing room. Allowing the guys to get changed, I walk into the medical room.

I unzip my jacket a bit, Dom's scarf still cozily on my neck and grab my bag before making it towards the door. Gasping a little as the door opens right as I reach over to grab the handle.

Virgil appearing and walking towards me as I take a step back.

"Hey?" I say, raising my brows in confusion. Was he injured? Something wrong? Did he want to leave together? Did he want to talk about why he looked irritated?

He grabs my arm, stopping me from moving. His hand moves to the small of my back, he leans forward, pressing his lips against mine breathlessly.

The bag in my hand dropping on the floor as I raise my hand to grip onto his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. The warmth of his breath mixing with mine as his tongue runs down my bottom lip. My breath hitches, the surprise but delight of the situation catching up to me.

I pull away, looking up at him wide-eyed, my hands flattening on his chest.

"What was that for?"

"This." He says, his hands traveling up to my neck, fidgeting with the scarf and taking it off of my neck.

My expression turns smug, a smirk making it's way to my lips. I narrow my eyes, snatching the scarf out of his hands and cradling it close to me.

"What? You're jealous now? Over a scarf? It's your teammate's, captain.”

He rolls his eyes, avoiding eye contact as I laugh.

"Aw it's alright. Next time I'll just freeze to death. When I get offered a warm scarf by one of your teammates, I'll say 'Nope, my boyfriend is very jealous. I'll freeze instead.' That's good right?" I say, teasing him.

He doesn't make eye contact with me, as I watch become more flustered by the second. I drop the scarf, right on top of my bag.

"Hey, look at me. Come on admit it. You're jealous!" I say, grabbing the collar his shirt and making him lean forward. Deciding to finish what he started.

I move my hand towards his jaw as I press my own lips onto his, his lips parting as our tongues graze against each other. His hand moves to my zipper, zipping my jacket down. A sinful groan leaving his mouth as his hand slips up my shirt. His slightly cold hands making contact with my warm skin. I press my body closer to his, his touch and hold like a drug as I feel his hand caressing my skin.

The room is silent apart from our own presence, the cheering in the stadium had already died down. A soft whimper leaving my lips as his hands inch up my body, our lips still moving against each other.

The sudden noise of the door creaking make us jump away from each other in shock and fright.

"Doc could you give me some-" the man trails off.

Our eyes move to the door reluctantly, seeing a wide-eyed Curtis staring at us, his backpack snug on his shoulders.

An embarrassed gasp leaves my lips, I look at Virgil for a second. The both of us communicating with our eyes as we walk towards him.

"I knew it! Trent you owe me fifty pounds lad-" He shouts, very loudly.

They had a damn bet on us?

I grab the straps of his backpack, pulling him into the room. I shove my hand onto his mouth as Virgil grabs onto him by his shoulders. The door slamming behind us as we half tackle the Scouser.

He mumbles against my palm, as I try to make him shut up.

"Don't worry my hands are clean." I reassure, as I make out some of the words.

He mumbles some more, and I eye him sternly, frowning.

"Shhh! He will give you ten times that amount if you keep quiet about this." I whisper, pointing at Virgil.

Virgil looks back at me, confused expression on his face as I mouth a 'what?'

"Promise you won't start yelling?" I ask Curtis, hesitating to remove my hand when he nods.

I move my hand, his mouth immediately opening to assault us with a billion questions.

"When? How long? First time-" he whispers. I hang my head low from embarrassment, glancing at Virgil who looked like he was enjoying this for some reason. I nudge him with my elbow, making him answer the questions shortly.

I warn Virgil with my eyes when he gives too much information to Curtis. This guy could either keep it all to himself or explode like a ticking gossip bomb.

"And you won't tell anyone- right?" I ask, giving him a sickly sweet smile.

"He'll give you your money-"

"I never agreed to that." Virgil protests, looking at me.

"You'll be alright."

I mumble, focusing on Curtis.

"Promise?"

"Promise. Now can I get some of those bandages?"

This is going to be a difficult one.

#virgil van dijk fanfiction #virgilvandijkimagines #virgil van dijk #virgilvandijk #vandijk #liverpoolfc #football #liverpool fanfic #football fanfic #football imagines #liverpoolimagines #virgil van dijk x reader #virgil x reader #footballer x reader #football imagine

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the-pea-and-the-sun · 10 days

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how did it take me so long to start calling myself aromantic/arospec. like now that ive actually started using the term for myself its so crazy to me that i wasnt using this term since the first time i heard about it. i literally remember like almost a year ago being like "i wish i could just call myself aromantic itd just be a way easier way to explain to people the sort of relationships i want since im interested in sex and really close friendships but not really interested in traditional romantic relationships right now" like my brother you CAN?? jesus fuck. like this thought came aftera series of relationships where i would tell my friends that i had a crush on someone, then the relationship progressed in someway, then i got the sense that the person i was interested in had romantic feelings for me and id get this weird horrible feeling and would run away. and i was literally like "what is this whats going on". i was like woah this must be like.... commitment issues or something. like i was going around telling people that. i was getting over commitment issues that were surely temporary. but they werent asking me to commit to anything they just had feelings for me that i couldnt reciprocate bcz i was just attracted to them and wanted to me friends with them and i thought thats what romantic attraction was. i literally remember telling someone abt someone i liked an they were like "why dont u ask them out?" an my answer was just that i was trying to find reasons not to and i couldnt. cuz i was attracted to them and liked spending time with them and liked being their friend but i was so so happy not being in a romantic relationship anymore and i couldnt shake the feeling that if i got into another one even with the perfect person it was literally gonna ruin my life and i would have to pretend to have feelings that i didnt have.

idk im frustrated that i hadnt considered it sooner but its also kinda exciting to discover something abt urself an ur sexuality. like this label brings me the same joy that other labels that ive discovered fit me do like i feel like how i felt when i came to terms w being trans an being bisexual. i feel like im 13 again finding trans and bisexual youtubers and being like "??? there are others?" like ppl dont talk abut it as much w being aro and ace bcz those are defined by the absence of a feeling rather than the presence of one but it really can be just as exciting to find out that you're aro or ace as it can be to discover that you're a lesbian or gay or transgender or something.

like not to be cheesy but discovering that i could just. have friends and also have sex made everything kinda click in my head for me. like literally i felt like a more complete person. experiencing that and realizing like. oh. this is amazing this is literally all i want like nothing is missing. i literally just dont have to do romance stuff like no ones making me do that why did i think i have to do that. like oh my god this is such a good feeling i really can do whatever i want forever.

this post doesnt rly have a point exactly i just kinda have a lot of feelings to get out. i love you aromantic ppl i love being aromantic it fucking rules actually. every aromantic person whos posted abt their experience an helped me get comfortable w the label i owe u a hundred billion dollars jesus christ i love you guys

#i need to. find more aromantic ppl i need to cook for u guys or give u guys money or something #i owe openly aromantic ppl so much i gotta get out there #im so excited to go to a bigger city an visit/volunteer at their lgbtqia center i Really Really wanna meet some aro ppl in person #i love my local one but it is quite small #maybe my expectations r too high. idk. the idea of meeting other aromantic ppl jus kinda makes my brain start buzzing #also aro ppl interact plz ill follow u guys #aro #aromantic #arospec #aromantism #aromaticism #?#i cant spell

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chloe-skywalker · 2 years

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So Different - Noah Flynn

Noah x Fem!reader

Warnings: insecure?

Word count: 894

Requested: Hi, first off I want to say that I love your writing and second can you do a Noah Flynn x insecure reader pls. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank You for requesting!

Masterlist

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Noah Flynn was what every girl wanted and there were some girls that didn’t care that he was in a relationship. And at a party like tonight where Y/n had to watch girls fawn all over him. It hurt her on the inside more than she’d like to admit. She trusted Noah completely but when she saw all those girls around him it made her think how he should be with one of them. Not her.

“Hey.” Noah said as he came over to her having noticed how she was just keeping to herself tonight. Which was unlike her. “You okay?”

“Hmmmhmm.” Y/n nodded, she couldn’t tell him what was really wrong. What if he agreed?

“You sure?” he could tell something was up but he didn’t want to push her to hard.

“Yeah. Hey, look I’m gonna head home okay?” Y/n nodded before she grabbed her jacket and put it on.

“You sure? Hey just let me tell the guy’s and I’ll drive you.” Noah offered, he just had a gut feeling to not leave her alone right now.

“No, no. you can stay. Don’t let me ruin the fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n gave him a tight smile before walking away and exiting the house.

“O-kay.” Noah watched her confused and concerned. Why would leaving with her ruin his fun? He’d rather be with her. After Y/n left Noah didn’t stay long his mind and heart weren’t into it now that she left.

^ ^ ^

It had been days since the party and Noah was now getting really worried.Y/n was close to Elle, the two were best friends maybe she could help.

“Elle.” Noah knocked on the open door to his brother’s room. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Elle nodded getting up to talk to Noah in the hallway. “What’s up?”

Noah sighed. “Your a girl and I need advice about one.”

Elle smirked amused as she crossed her arms. “About Y/n.”

“Yes, about Y/n.” Noah nodded

“Go on.” Elle nodded back

“Ever since that party a couple of weeks ago she keeps blowing off plans, says she can’t do anything she’s busy and she’s barely answering my calls or texts and when she does it’s vague.” Noah explained to his brother's best friend, hoping she could tell him what's wrong or at least what to do.

“Okay. You said since the party right?” Elle asked

“Yeah.” he confirmed

Elle thought for a few moments before it clicked. “You had a lot of girls around you that night.”

“So?” Noah asked confused

“No girl likes to admit it but every girl gets insecure at some point. Those girls around you looked like tall, skinny, beautiful, picture perfect models.” Elle explained to the taller Flynn. Hoping he’d understand. “Y/n’s not super skinny, not that tall, and she doesn’t believe that she had the beauty that she does have.”

“She doesn’t think she’s good enough for me?” Noah asked Elle after putting it together.

“Bingo.” Elle nodded with a tight lipped smile across her lips.

“Thanks Elle.” Noah smiled at her but it didn’t reach his eyes. The truth was he was ashamed of himself for ever letting Y/n think that she wasn’t enough for him.

Noah headed straight to Y/n’s house after Elle helped him. Once he got there he could see her mom through the kitchen window. She pointed upstairs and mouthed ‘in her room’, giving him a smile. Noah nodded in thanks before rounding to the side of the house. Y/n’s mom hoped Noah could fix whatever happened because seeing her daughter so sad was really hard to watch, it hurt alot.

Noah scaled the brick wall and climbed onto the roof. Noticing her window open he decided to just climb through it, which ended up knocking over some stuff.

Y/n turned around in shock holding her chest as she faced her window where the sound came from. Tilting her head in confusion upon who she saw. “Noah?”

“Hey” he smiled up at her from the floor of her room.

“What are you doing here?” she asked moving to help him up.

“We need to talk.” Noah stated as he got to his feet.

“About?” Y/n questioned not looking him in the eyes.

“You.” he answered simply.

“What about me?” she squinted her eyes at him.

‘Why do you think you aren’t good enough for me?” Noah asked her cutting to the chase with his eyes full of concern.

“Wha-”

“Please. Just tell me why?” he pleaded not knowing what else to do. He needed to know why so he could fix it.

Y/n shook her head looking away from him. “I’m nothing like what you should be with.”

“In your opinion.” Noah countered shaking his head. Noah stepped forward and pulled her into his chest and lifting her head so she’d look him in the eyes. “To me your exactly what I want.”

Looking in her eyes Noah could tell he was getting through at least a little but. That gave him the confidence that he could fix this, that he could get her to see herself how he sees her. “I don’t want someone who thinks they're perfect. I just want you. Cause your perfect to me and for me.”

#x reader #imagine #imagines #the kissing booth #the kissing booth imagines #the kissing booth imagine #noah flynn x reader #noah flynn #noah flynn imagine #noah flynn imagines #y/n #netflix

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Hi idk if you’re requests are open but if so could you write a Nikki Sixx x reader where he confesses that he’s in love with the reader even though they have Ben like fighting. And the reason the have been fighting is because there both in rival bands. Idk man I just thought it was like cute lol

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 !

pairings! nikki sixx x fem best friend reader

word count! 1.8k

warnings! swearing (duh it’s nikki fucking sixx), mentions of sex (again… it’s a nikki sixx fic idk what the fuck you expect)

a/n! i kinda put my own spin on your request, i hope that’s good!! but guys I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE A NIKKI FIC FOR WAY TOO FUCKING LONG SO KEEP THEM REQUESTS COMING BC I NEED MORE OF MY SEXY ROCKSTAR. also can we talk about that photo???? looks can kill bc i am dead.

being in the rock scene as a woman is one of the hardest things to be conquered. or so, that's how it seemed. you couldn't go one day without being mistaken for some crazed groupie who was trying to sneak into the rehearsals. the rehearsals that were your very own, not some man's.

being the opener for mötley crüe was a new level of difficulty. when nikki sixx had asked you to fill in the position for their first world tour, you'd obliged, this gig possibly leaving you to the stardom you'd always desired. plus more time with the bassist boy who you'd had spent way too much time with in the past few years.

it started in '79 when you had just moved to the city of angels with your best friend who had already lived there a few months. when you arrived, she had a guy in her life who was living off her while in between bands. you thought this classified him as a jackass — or maybe she was just naive, but either way, it was a dick move. he ate all of your food, used all of the toilet paper, and had loud sex with your best friend all night long.

it was less than two months that you lived with the jackass before your best friend kicked him out. she had accused him of cheating which you found insane at the time, only to find truth behind that statement the more you got to know the sleazy bastard.

so, for some reason you found yourself at his band london’s show that same week. he spotted you instantly and ever since then — the two of you became an item. not the kind you think, but the kind that would kill the rest of the world for one another. the kind that had so much unspoken sexual tension but never once acted on it. too scared to ruin the relationship between the both of you. so here you were, nearly six years later, doing your hair to go out onstage to open up for his now national selling band.

"axl rose is a bad kisser, i'm just being honest." hannah, your vocalist, shrugged before applying her red lipstick in the mirror directly beside you and your hot roller set. the drummer snorted from the couch as she sipped on something that definitely wasn't water. "that's why you should have chose slash."

"it wasn't exactly a pick and choose, mila." hannah directed at the girl who balanced sticks in her hands before glancing down at you. "what about you y/n, who'd you fuck last night?"

"i left early. i went to the whisky with n-"

"with nikki," mila and hannah finished for you as you pursed your lips and took out your final curl. the two girls shared a look before their was a slight knock on the door. it opened before anyone could say a single thing though. speaking of the devil, nikki sixx stood their in all his glory. his cocky grin directed on his face, taking up the small parts you could see — his jet black dyed hair taking over the rest. he was tanned, probably because of the months in california he spent before the tour. his tanned and tattoo covered chest was wide opened, a jean vest hardly buttoned over him. he looked perfect, as per fucking usual.

"ladies!" he greeted simply with that grin of his. the two girls turned to face him, your eyes still stuck on yourself in the mirror as you started on your makeup. "nikki, you know we could have been naked." hannah spoke simply as her eyes glossed over you for a second before turning back to him, noticing his eyes also stuck on you. "well i knocked didn't i?"

"yeah, then you bolted in here." mila spoke teasingly as she messed around with her drumsticks. nikki glanced at the both of them for a second before turning back towards you, you not even giving him the light of the day. he knew what this was about, this was the very same reason he came to this dressing room.

it all started this morning when doc had ordered you to his office far too early — 9am. which for rockstar time is like 4am to a normal person. so, you went to his office tired and all, from nikki having you home at 4am rather a reasonable time. he had told you the basics of the rest of the tour and added in, as if it was no big deal, that nikki happened to head to your ex best friend's apartment after he dropped you off. because that's where he was that very morning when doc tried to contact him.

your ex best friend (the one nikki had dated that you roomed with) was a sore subject for you. nikki was the only one who truly knew what happeend. it was about a year after she kicked him out, she had crashed one of his mötley house parties that you were in attendance at. he thought it was hilarious at the time and didn't mind another hot girl in his house. but then when she noticed you, holy shit did she go psycho. you had realized later that she did this because she was jealous of you for nikki taking you under his wing, while she was the one who dumped the now successful rockstar.

there were screams of you being his slut who he would drop days later when he got bored of your "cunty behavior." then her saying something about fonzie and then pouring her drink all over your shirt. this kind of made nikki snap. he just went off, calling her a bitch and making her get out. it was the you finally realized nikki wasn't just some sleazy guy who you liked to hangout with. he was your best fucking friend.

so, the idea of him now fucking around with the girl who screamed in your face wasn't your ideal situation. "tommy has a new drum set he wanted to show you mila. and hannah..." nikki scratched the back of his neck as she finished his sentence. "i'm thirsty i'm gonna go get a drink."

"but you have a-" mila started only to get dragged by the arm with hannah's long fingernails out the door. nikki gave her a gracious smile as she shot him a wink and shut the door behind them. you acted innocent as you pampered the blush onto your face, noticing the man slowly making his way over towards you through the mirror. "y/n, babe-"

"i don't wanna hear it, nikki." you stated while you put away your blush and pulled out your eyeshadow palette. the long haired man sighed and pulled up the bench beside you climbing over it to face you. he was far too close to you, not that it bothered you. it's not like the two of you weren't used to being shoved against one another. but this was different. you knew he had spent the morning cuddled up with her. "pretty girl, i know you don't like carly. i know you can't stand her and neither can i-"

"-then why'd you spend the morning fucking off in her bed, sixx? if you hate her so much then stay away from her." you turned to face him, your faces inches apart. you could feel his breath on you as he sighed, placing his hand on your back. "i'm a sleaze, y/n. she wanted some and i was craving it so i went to her apartment. okay? i'm not proud of it," he dryly chuckled. "but i'm not proud of most of the things i do."

"you shouldn't be," you spoke as you brushed the eyeshadow over your eyelids and nikki bit down on his bottom lip. he couldn't process why this pained you so much, yeah he wished he could take it back but that was him. why did it hurt you? "babe, you're making it real difficult to apologize to right now."

you rolled your eyes before packing up some of your makeup and continuing on with your routine. he sat in silence for a moment while watching you, as if you were his favorite VHS tape that he would rewind a million times. even when he didn't understand you at times — he still was in admiration of you. everything about you amazed him. "stop looking at me."

"you make it so hard..." he paused his sentence in his twelve year old self before continuing, "when you look so fucking pretty." he expressed as he reached his hand toward, messing with the side of your tank top before making eye contact with you in the mirror. "nik?"

"hm?" he hummed as he leaned on his other hand, his eyes still locked on you in the mirror. "why? just, why? i know it wasn't just because you're 'sleazy'. you fucking hate carly and that's always enough to keep it in your pants."

nikki seemed shocked by your words but played it off with a dry laugh. the real reason was deep down and he knew it was there. he didn't want it to be there but it was, his friends reminded him of it every goddamn time you breathed. "cause..." he cleared his throat. "i'm a fucking maniac for you."

your head immediately turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed as he seemed to have a smile of relief on his face. as if saying that cured cancer. "i've spent six years knowing you, craving you... and i thought for some fucked up reason if i fucked the girl that brought us together, i'd get over you miraculously. i realized how dumb it was the moment she was naked. because the only reason i ever fucked in that apartment was because i knew you were there. god," he paused to laugh and rub his face. "the first time i saw you, i thought carly was shit. you just... god, y/n. i fucking fell for you and i haven't stopped since then."

you couldn't believe your ears, you would have sworn your heart stopped at your best friend's words. your world stopped, that's for sure. probably when you shut him up and kissed him. it was a feeling you've desired for far too long. his chapped lips tasted so good against your own. and his little monologue tasted even fucking better. "even though you have a shit band, i want you to be my girl." nikki mumbled in between the kiss, making you slap his arm as he pulled away. the cocky grin was present on his face. "even though you have a shit band," you smirked. "i want to be your girl, nikki sixx."

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