#I’d just put other names u could call me too

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𝕀𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦

✨Popular Abby x quiet reader✨

I’m sorry I really yapped on at the start, I used to be a wp writer so it’s kinda engraved in my thought process sorry, (I'll put the keep reading part where it get's interesting.) Smut will be in bold tho if u don’t wanna do allat 🤪

MINORS DON’T INTERACT: read at your own risk but there will be mature themes and minors really shouldn’t have Tumblr in the first place. Bare minimum 16+ plsss

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Warnings: Fisting/fingering (receiving), cunnilingus (receiving and giving), strap on (finally I know- (receiving)), Dominant Abby, provocative sub reader, choking, hickeys, restraints

You had been with the WLFS for almost three months now. You had managed to impress some people during your first month with your shooting skills in addition to stealth combat and how crafty you were. People, specifically Isaac, found you to be an asset. In theory, you were the ideal friend and even partner, however trying to make friends was much more difficult than it should be, especially when the world you lived in was so fucked. You had some, sure, a nice girl called Chloe was your best friend and you had a few others you were close with. It didn’t help that you were known for never going to events and it also didn’t help that one person in particular liked to gloat about it.

Abby Anderson, Isaacs favourite, built like a fucking war hero with muscles bigger than most men and beauty to match them. She was very picky with who she went on patrol with. It was Manny and Owen or Owen or Manny, no outsiders ever. You had asked to join once on a mission you knew you could have been very helpful in, but Abby denied it faster than she could ask your own name. After that, she went out of her way to make sure the embarrassment really hit, asking you to get their weapons for them, making sure Isaac assigned you where you would see her coming back and fourth from the mission she had so confidently denied you from.

You were in the library, if you could call it that. It was really just an old locker room which now had a bunch of books in it, mostly uninteresting. Everyone knows the good shit had to get smuggled in, but you were right out of trading supplies. It’s not like you got many items of value in the first place, everyone else in your patrol groups would take the majority of the rewards, and you were too much of a people pleaser to say anything.

Chloe walks in and your smile widens, your shoulders dropping as you let out a breath with all your tension inside it. Holy fuck, you didn’t realise how tense you were until now. 

“Chloe!” You exclaim with a smile, waving at her. She smiles back.

“Hey…you alright?” Chloe probed. You nod.

“Mmm, yeah just…got some stuff on my mind.”

“Abby giving you trouble again?”

“God, when is she not? It doesn’t bother me though, I’ve learnt to just tune their whole group out by now.”

“Didn’t she take your clothes from the laundry and swap them with Owens?”

“…I’d…rather not talk about that.” You say quickly, putting a dull copy of some fuckin book you were reading back on the shelf.

“To be honest, you rocked his ‘chill-dad-with-no-taste’ look. At least in my opinion.” Chloe declares with a smile. You groan. 

“Thanks.” You stand up, stretching and cracking your knuckles. 

“She put a whole chilli in your burrito.” Chloe reminded you, not letting the subject go.

“I love spicy food.” You explain, nonchalantly. She smiles, rolling her eyes playfully.

“You hate spicy food.”

“Untrue, I love spicy food, spicy food just doesn’t love me.” Chloe sighs.

“…Okay.”

“She also-“

“I get it. Abby gets off on my embarrassment, it’s great.” You sigh with irritation. She nods sympathetically. 

“Well, it’s not just Abby, Mel and Owen are also dicks.”

“Yeah, they are.” Chloes eyebrows furrow and a familiar look touches her ordinarily soft features.

“You want to say something, right?”

“I- heard Isaac assigned you with Abby, Mel, Manny and Cole to secure a shipping zone near the old station.” You laugh loudly and her face remains the same, worrying you mildly. 

“Yeah, sure he did, now what’s the news?” You ask again. She says your name quietly, almost like a warning. Your smile drops. “What…?”

“I had to grab a radio from the old apartment and I overheard Isaac and Abby talking.”

“Jesus, Chloe.”

“No, no I didn’t go up I swear.”

“You heard them from all the way downstairs?” She rolls her eyes.

“They were arguing.”

“Oh great, Abby was arguing with Isaac, now I know this really is a joke.”

“It’s not a joke, okay? Abby was arguing because she didn’t want to be assigned with you. Isaac said you’re more agile and equipped for stealth than the others. He said he’s pairing you with Abby.”

 You’re frozen. Fucking frozen in time and space.

“No…”

“Hey, hey, hey you’re gonna be just fine.” 

“Oh my god…” You gasp.

“She’s friends with three thirds of the WLFS in here, if they all like her she’s gotta have some good qualities?” Chloe attempts.

“I don’t love how unconfident about that you sounded. Fuck I can’t fucking believe this.”

“You said you didn’t mind her now though, right?”

“Well that was a fucking lie wasn’t it!” You say, and you both burst out laughing.

“Oh fuck I’m so gonna have my head bashed against a wall aren’t I?”

“Uh…may your death be swift?” You sigh.

“Thank you.”

The door opens harshly, making an echoey bang as it hits the wall. You and Chloe both whip your head around to see Abby, standing there in all her glory. You roll your eyes.

“We’re in a library asshole, you probably don’t come in here much, or know how to read- for that matter, but you’re typically meant to be quiet in these-“ “Ah, if it isn’t the two nerdiest people left on the planet.”

“Speak of the devil.” Chloe whispers. Abby smirks, looking into your eyes.

“Ah, you were talking about me? No surprise there-“

“Fuck you.”

“Mmm, I bet you’d like that too.” Her words shock you and you give Chloe a look through the side of your eye. She returns this by giving you a little shrug of confusion.

“I’m here to set up ground rules. If you even want to step one of your dainty little feet in the direction of me or my friends, you’d do your best to follow it, okay?”

“Good, I’ve got some boundaries I’d like to set up as w-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Abby interrupts. You roll your eyes.

“Okay first of all, don’t talk unless it’s strictly about the mission or someone asks you a question. Second of all, don’t ask me why, if I tell you to do something do it and last of all don’t fuck things up. I can add more rules as I see fit as well.” Abby states.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You mutter to yourself and Abby smiles widely. You hug Chloe tightly before you leave, placing a hand on her pale face.

“You’re gonna be fine.” She mouths. You nod and turn to follow Abby out the hallway in silence for some time until she randomly stops in her tracks. She clears her throat.

“Go get our weapons.” You open your mouth to object, but you can’t be fucked wasting words on her. You don’t reply before heading in to the armoury. 

“I need Abby’s usual, Manny’s usual and I’ll take a pistol and a silenced literally anything, please.” The man looks at you a little suspiciously, but nods, walking over to the weapon wall. 

“Why isn’t Abby just getting them herself?” He asks, not in an overly probing way. 

“She prefers me to do stuff for her.” You explain. “Oh, cute.” He says, handing you the things. You look at him, bitterly.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I thought you meant you were…”

“Nope. Do you have any daggers?”

“Daggers…? What century is this? BC?”

“Fine, knifes, then?”

“Here.” He says, handing you a rather average looking metal blade. You sigh. 

“Thanks…”

“The ammos on the side of that crate over there.” You nod, giving him a fond expression.

“Thanks.” You say as a rather devious thought comes to mind. You grab a box of Abbys ammo and make your way to the shooting range. As swift as you can, you turn it on and hit the bullseye over and over until there’s just over 10 bullets left in the packet.

“Hmm…” You murmer, looking down at the gun. “Fuck it.” You say, shooting four more bullets. You quickly make your way back to Abby, quickly putting your ammo and weapons in your bag. 

“Took you long enough.” She says simply, trying not to laugh at all the shit you’re holding. You roll your eyes.

“You try carrying all of it then.”

“Are you implying I’m stronger than you?” She teases. You continue to glare at her.

“Is the air thin in here?” You question, and Abby looks confused, opening her mouth to retort but you stop her.

“Or is it just the size of your ego making it hard to fucking breathe.” You say. She shrugs, still smirking smugly. 

“Who could know?”

You and Abby head over to the wagon and Mel immediately stands up. You sigh.

“Fuck me.” You murmer, and through the side of your eye you see Abby give you a look of what could be mistaken as sympathy, if that girl possessed the capacity for that emotion. 

“It’s you.” Mel says, as if the words are physically hurting her to say. You sigh, forcing a fake smile.

“Yep, hey Mel.”  Alice runs over to you, leaning her legs against you and kissing you all over. 

“Hi beautiful girl.” You utter quietly as you stroke your fingers through her fur. Abby watches you intently, fighting a smile at how affectionate you were. Mel looked less than impressed.

“Come on Alice, here.” She beckoned. You roll your eyes as Alice hesitantly returns to her place beside Mel. Owen sits down aggressively, crossing his arms and looking away from you. 

What the fuck is with these people? They don’t even know you. Manny sit’s next to the driver and you sigh as you sit beside Owen. He was a repulsive guy, childish, looked weird, smelt weird and his only personality trait was his relationship with Mel that everyone was so obsessed with. ‘The couple,’ you had heard them be referred to as. So fucking dramatic.

“Did you hear that Brenda’s sister snuck in to that party last night, drank half the liquor and then tried to kiss like 10 guys there?” Abby laughs. Mel shrugged.

“Owen and I were busy, so no.” She says, and they both smirk. Gag.

“You should have seen Manny’s moves, he did a full flip, I wish I could have recorded it.”

“Oh yeah Aidan told me! What a guy.” Owen remarks, placing his hand in Mels.

“Abby how have you been sleeping these days?” Mel questions. This catches your attention but Abby just dismissively shakes her head.

“Fine.” She said, signalling at you with her head. You would rather be in a room of clickers right now.

“Hey, um…where do you sit?” Mel asks you. You look at her, a little surprised. 

“Um…what?”

“Well I never see you, so.”

“Oh…I sit with Chloe, Sophie…sometimes Beatrice and Whitney too.” Her expressions remain unchanged and the others look at each other, clearly not familiar with those names or people. 

“I’ve…heard of Whitney, I think. She plays the games right?” Abby asked. You glare at her. 

“Yeah.” You say simply.

When the wagon finally arrived and you handed out the weapons to everyone, Abby immediately started assigning roles.

“Okay so um, Cole will stay here and scout the perimeter, guard the exits and the truck, I’ll go with Manny to take out whoever, Owen you can go with Mel to get the supplies.”

“Um okay what am I supposed to do?” You practically spit. She sighs.

“Go with Owen and Mel then I don’t care.”

“Hey fuck that she’s not going with us!” Owen says. Mel hits him playfully.

“Owen..” She says, only pretending to care.

“Isaac assigned me to do stealth take downs because brutes like you have no agility, I’m better off with you.” You tell Abby plainly. She looks at you, annoyed. 

“Fuck it, we’ll all cut through that building and we’ll go from there.” She says, and everyone nods, Owen still looking considerably more irritable than the others. 

“I’m gonna make sure this rooms clear.” Manny says.

“Oh, I’ll go with you-“ Abby starts to say, but he shakes his head. 

“No that’s fine, do you want to go with me?” He asks you. You smile slightly.

“Yes, sure.” You say, feeling quite grateful. You walk through the room and check the benches and cupboard for suppliesf. You find some parts and start using a large item on the edge of a bench to adjust one of your weapons.

“What are you doing?” He asks. You smile cautiously at him.

“I’m refining the scope.” “With just that?”

“Well, yeah.” You explain awkwardly. He chuckles and you turn to face him, confused.

“Well shit, you’re actually smart, huh?”

“Um…I don’t know.” You laugh back. He walks over, examining the weapon more closely. 

“You think you can upgrade one of my weapons?” “Sure, which one?”

“My pistol, the recoil on that is shithouse.” You can’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry ‘shit house?’” You ask, still laughing. He smiles back.

“It is what I say.” 

“Let me look at it.” He hands you his gun and you examine it closely, getting some tools out of your pack. 

“The hammer spring’s smashed. Here.” You unclip the flashlight from your shirt. 

“Aim the light on that part there.” You instruct, and he nods, watching as you replace it. You look around the room and find a mostly in tact glass bottle. You approach it and line it up on the bench.

“Try it now.” You say, and he nods, shooting the bottle from a safe distance.

“Oh shit, that’s heaps better.”

“It’s no problem.” You say, your face feeling rather hot. He lets out a deep breath.

“I know being put with our group isn’t ideal.” He starts. You groan, feeling a pep talk approaching. 

“They’ll see how good you are.”

“Oh yeah, how? By doing free weapon upgrades?” You mock. He laughs.

“It’s a good start.”

“Did you know Abby put an entire chilli in my food?” He sighs. “She can be…petty.” Manny explains.

“What did I even do?”

“I don’t know, she seems, and don’t tell her I told you this but…obsessed with you. Ever since you wanted to join our patrol that day she made it her whole personality.”

“Ugh, I know right? ‘Look at that loser’ sounds familiar I’m guessing?”

“Um, not really, she talks about you pretty genuinely. It’s more ‘did you hear she slipped past that massive scar base without alerting them? And “did you see what she was wearing?”

“Mmm of course cause she made me wear her crusty ex boyfriends clothes all day. Did you know Mel accused me of sleeping with, quote unquote “her man” when she saw me in those?” Manny wheezes at this comment. 

“They’re quite an intense pair.” He admits. 

You two return to the others and your eyes immediately fan to Abby’s body. She’s wearing a sleeveless black top and she was clearly lifting something heavy because there was a light dusting of sweat all the way up her arms. You could also tell because of her veins. Fuck, her veins. Her veins were so visible. 

God what is wrong with you? No, what is wrong with her? How dare she look so fucking….fuckable? Only to be a genuine dick AND like men? What a waste.

“There’s a lot of them, but if we split into groups we can take them by surprise. Manny, with me.” Abby instructs. You force yourself out of your daydream when Manny taps you on your shoulder.

“Come.” He says, and you follow them out, staying prone in the grass. 

“We’ll need to be stealthy, I can go and you guys can stay here and cover me.” You suggest. Abby scoffs.

“No fucking way.” 

“You’ve already seen me do more-“

“We’re not putting you in danger!” Abby says quickly. She anxiously avoids eye contact.

“Of…the mission, I mean. You’ll compromise it easy.”

“Abs, this girl is resourceful. At the first sign of trouble we’ll be there, but let her do what she’s here for.” Manny tries. Abby rolls her eyes and then look into yours for what feels like an eternity. 

“First. Sign.” She warns. You nod.

“Thank you.” You say, sneaking out towards the group.

“I don’t fucking like this Manny.”

“She’ll be fine.”

“What? That’s not what- ugh…” She says before accepting her defeat and letting the silence win. She watches you the entire time. The way you skilfully pick off the men who are there is like a work of art and your movements are smoother than silk. You enter one of the buildings where Abby and Manny’s vision of your is corrupted. Manny looks over at Abby and is surprised to be witnessing such panic on her face.

“Are you alright Abs?” He asks. She doesn’t reply.

“Abby?”

“Fuck.” She says, before jumping down out of their spot. 

“Abby what the actual fuck-“ He mutters as he climbs down beside her and they scurry into some grass.

“What the fuck are you doing? They’ll see us.” Manny protests. Abbys sighs. 

“Oh yeah? Well if she gets shot in there who will be there to get the stuff?”

“No one’s gonna get anything if they shoot US for getting out of cover, Abs.” One of the men holding a large rifle stops, looking around. 

“Finn?” A woman asks him. He continues looking around, shining his light through the grass.

“I thought I heard something.” The woman nods.

“Keep your guard up.” She tells him. Abby groans.

“How do we get in the building now??” She whisper-shouts. Manny thinks for a moment. 

“I think we need to take them both out.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” They crawl towards the building when, to their dismay, Abby’s foot crunches on some broken glass.

“Fuck-“

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Finn calls, alerting you. You hear several gunshots and consider whether or not you should run towards them. It could be Abby or Manny. No, just stick to your mission, you were almost at the jackpot. Right when you get to the safe you start spinning the dial until you hear Manny’s voice.

“Look out!” More gunshots. They probably had it under control, they’re strong, unstoppable really, and Abby would be enraged if she found out you were right in front of the supplies and went to rescue her instead. 

“Abby?” Manny calls, desperately. That did it, you run behind the next cover and dive into the grass to look for her. A man points his gun at her and you quickly shoot him with your silenced gun, grabbing her arm and pulling her into you. She falls over you, pinning you under her and using her arms as support on the grass on either side of your head. You’re startled, feeling her warm breath on your face, seeing her eyes up close.

“Abby what are you doing here?” You demand once you finally find your words again. 

“I…we’ll talk about it later, where the fuck are my bullets?” Your face goes numb.

“Um…” You say. She practically yells.

“UGHH WHY?”

“Okay well why are you always a dick to me man?? I didn’t expect you to be taking down an entire camp…if you had just trusted me-“

Abby get’s off of you and you sit up. 

“You TOOK my bullets?? Give them back.”

“No.” 

“Give. Them back.”

“I used them okay??” Abby grabs you, pulling you so you’re standing. Your heart races as she does this.

“Fine, you’re coming with me, we’re getting more bullets.”

“I found the safe.” You blurt out. Abby stops dragging you, letting out a deep breath and smiling ever so slightly. 

“Thank god, did you get the supplies?”

“Um…” Abbys groans again at your response.

“And WHY…not?” She asks. Your face flushes crimson.

“I heard you scream.” You admit. You lower your voice to a whisper so quiet that it’s almost inaudible. “I was worried.” You add. Her face softens. 

“Alright, that’s fine, we’ll take them out first and come back to it. Let’s just get these fucking bullets since you feel the need to fuck everything up even though I said before we started-“

“Hey you fucked up too, okay?” Abbys rolls her eyes.

“Irrelevant. Now let’s go.”

You follow her into a room and hear a massive bang sound from behind it, feeling the ground shake as a result. 

“Abby…”

“Fuck, we’re locked in aren’t we?”

“Try the door.” You say. She lets out a huff.

“If this doesn’t open I’m never letting you come with me again.”

“You’re so annoying, Abs.” You say, and she turns back from the door to face you.

“I’ve never heard you call me anything other than Abby, asshole or dick.” She states. You smile.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I leave ‘motherfucker’ and ‘ignorant, arrogant asshole’ off the list, Abigail?”

“Abigail?” She asks, and your neck feels hot when you say it. She was right, it did feel unnatural. 

“I like that.” Remarks Abby, trying the door handle and coming to the conclusion that you were, indeed, locked in.

“What…your name? You really do have an ego second to none.” “Only when you say it.” She tells you in a manner you haven’t heard before. It was sort of…kind? Or something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Abigail? Or Abby?” She smiles wider. 

“I think it was part of the roof that fell.” Abbys says and your mind is still lingering on her previous comment.

“What makes you say that?” You question, taking a seat on the floor. 

“I saw crack marks on it when we entered and there wasn’t anything else around us that could be blocking the door. No shelves, no fridges, nothing.”

“If it really was part of the ceiling, we’ll never get this door open.”

“Okay, well…see if there’s another way out.” Abby instructs. 

“Always so authoritative.” You remark, and she raises an eyebrow with intrigue. 

“What was that?” She asks. 

“Forget it.” You stand up and look around.

“There’s a small window but it’s really high up, even if you boost me I wouldn’t be able to get up there.

“Fuck. I guess we’re going to have to wait for Manny to clear the rest of them, we’ve already taken out a fair few.”

“Even if Manny does take them all out, how’s he going to find us through all this debris?”

“I- you talk a lot.” Abbys says. God you could hit her. 

She sits down now too.

“You’re giving up?” You question. She shrugs.

“We’re gonna be stuck here a while, possibly for the end of our lives, might as well not waste our breath.”

“I’ve always loved your optimism.” You tease, and she looks away to hide her approaching smile. 

“Why did you join the WLFS anyway?” She questions after some time. You look over at Abby, confused.

“What happened to wanting me to shut up?”

“Fine.” She replies, grimly. You chuckle softly, taking a seat beside her. 

“My last camp was close to a large group of these brutal raiders. My group always believed in each other, thought we were all we ever needed but, it was safer to form allies. We were relocating when we discovered those seraphites you’re so fond of. When we took them out the WLFS thought we were doing them a solid or something, invited us to join the WLFS if Isaac thought us decent enough.” 

“Oh. Cool.” She says, lamely. You just smile, letting the quiet fill the room again.

“You’re not gonna ask why I joined?” Abby asked. You can’t help but laugh at this.

“Wow, you are…something else Abigail.” Abby doesn’t say anything, her cheeks becoming a light shade of pink.

“Besides, I know where you’re from. You were in a firefly group at salt lake.”

“I’m sorry, what? How did you-“

“My friend works in the apartments. The walls there are thin.”

“Oh. What…else do you know about me?”

“Practically nothing." You say, thinking a while. "I’ve seen you looking at different coins in the main hall late at night like they’re the prettiest thing you’ll ever see. Do you collect them or something?” Abby, still surprised, nods. 

“Yeah, some dumb thing my dad used to do. We collect quarters. Collected.” She corrects. You nod. 

“You got them here?” Her face warms up as she grabs her bag, pouring the pile of coins into her hand.

“This one’s from Virginia, 1788. I found these ones around the stadium, this is um, from Alaska, Mane, New Jersey and the last one I found was from Vermont.” She explains in a tone so giddy it makes you want to laugh, but you don’t, you just listen intently. 

“You think it’s stupid?”

“I think it’s adorable.” You tease, and in reality, you really did. “My friend, Chloe, collects magazines. She’s got like 500 or something crazy.”

“500?”

“Well…49, but it really does seem like a lot.” You explain, and she laughs gently. Once the laughter dies down, you wrestle with yourself internally. Should you mention it? You really shouldn’t, but what else did you have to lose?

“Abby, why are you so mean to me?” You ask. 

“I’m not mean. My pranks are funny.” Abby replies, defensively.

“Are they?” You ask, not looking at her directly. Abby hesitates. 

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“So why do you do it?”

“I like harassing you.” She says. You stand up and storm angrily to the other end of the room.

“Fine, be like that.”

“No it’s… my friends.” You don’t turn around, but you stop pacing.

“What?” You order. She sighs.

“My friends and I…only hang out with certain people, you know?”

“Wow….”

“No what, what I mean is they wouldn’t appreciate if I was friends with someone different. People would talk and I didn’t want anything to change so I decided being mean to you was the only way we could talk.”

“Abby that is fucking stupid and petty you actual dick! FUCK I could just…HIT YOU.” Abby snorts at your comment. You sigh.

“Fine, maybe I couldn’t, but I still hate you.”

“Don’t.” “Don’t what, fuckwit?” 

“Don’t…hate me. I know it’s shallow but being popular, going to parties, it’s the only fucking distraction I have. I work out or party to avoid sleeping, you know? I’m friends with heaps of people because I’m scared that if my group was small enough, they’d see through…me.” You sigh and walk back to her.

“Who knew Abby Anderson had ‘layers?’ You teased with a small smile. Abby forced a smile too, clearly feeling vulnerable. 

“Why wouldn’t they like you? The real you who doesn’t poison peoples food?”

“Oh please it was one chilli, it was good for you!” She defends, her smile becoming increasingly more genuine. You smile back.

“Cause I’m angry…and selfish.” Abby admits. You sit down beside her and put a hand on her leg.

“You just exposed yourself to a group of armed men and women with like 4 bullets in your gun to make sure I wasn’t in trouble. I wouldn’t call that selfish.”

“It was incredibly selfish.” “Why?” You ask, softly. She stands up, turning away from you. You stand up too.

“Abby…?”

“Because I let my feelings get in the way. I could have killed you, or Manny.” You feel a chill over your body and you don’t know whether it’s the temperature or her words.

“What…feelings?” You ask, and she turns around and kisses you harshly on your lips, taking you by surprise and making your hands frail around desperately in that confusion.

“I know about you too.” She says, and you’re breathing heavily, surely in some level of shock.

“I know how much you love animals, how you collect knives and are crafty. You hate spicy food, and olives, you love onions, your favourite colour is purple and you always wear a bit of colour in your hair. You can sing, you can cook, and you constantly impress others, and particularly me. You don’t particularly like reading but you can recite any line from just about any movie and I know that because at movie nights I see you mouthing the words, it’s adorable. You always have your feet up on another chair when sitting in meetings, you always double knot your shoe laces because you suck at tying them and you know what I hate about you?”

You don’t know how to respond, you can’t even think real thoughts at this point, so you just let her answer.

“I hate that you hate me because all I’ve ever wanted was to be your friend.” Abby breathes out. She shakes her head.

“That’s not true, I want to be more than that.” Your mouth is open and your wide eyed, not knowing what to say, or do.

“You were such a dick to me.” You say quietly, your eyes on the floor. Abby nods.

“Let me make it up to you?” She asks. You nod and that’s all it takes before Abby’s lips are crashing on yours again and her tongue is deep inside your mouth, tasting you like she’s been starved for a week. She puts both of her large hands on your face as she does this, moaning into the kiss as the tension from both of your bodies starts to calm. 

“Can I? I mean, do you want to?” Abby questions, and you nod with a massive smile on your face. 

✨SMUT✨

She tears your shirt off, immediately applying firm pressure on your warm skin with both hands as she explores and familiarises herself with your body. She looks at your tits and the way they sit perfectly in a light blue bra. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” She exclaims before unclipping your bra and fondling your breasts. 

“So fucking sexy.” She hums, delicately rubbing your nipples between her fingers.

“mmm…What about Manny?” You ask. She shrugs.

“May his survival be long.” She says, lowering herself to the ground and your pants along with her. 

“Hmm.” She says, clearly unsatisfied with the current conditions. She stands back up and slams you against the wall, supporting your head with one of her wide hands. 

“Suck.” She says, pressing her two middle fingers to your lips. You do so without protest and enjoy the way her long fingers push further into your mouth. She removes them quickly, letting a long string of saliva soak her hand. 

She pushes them both inside you with no warning, curling the tips of her fingers and moving your clit with her thumb. 

“H….holy fuck~” You cry out. This whole situation was so unexpected. You thought you hated her but now Abbys fingers you were always thinking about were actually inside of you, and it felt fucking unreal.

“This doesn’t make us…mmm~ okay, you realise?” Abby smirks. 

“If I make you cum will you forgive me for being a dick?” You thrust slightly into her fingers, letting out a loud moan.

“You were a dick more than once.” You manage to say. She grabs you by the neck and kisses you deeply, still playing with you using her fingers.

“Challenge accepted.” She starts practically slamming her fingers inside you, watching you squirm and cry out.

“A…abby-“ “It’s okay, my girls doing good, you can take it.” 

“Hurts…” “Just a little longer for me baby.” Abby coos, not letting up her speed. She starts kissing and sucking on your neck as hard as she fucking can, tasting you, admiring you. 

“Abby…I’m…gonna….”

“You’re gonna cum already? Aw, alright, show me how good it feels.” 

“It f…mmm…”

“I said show me baby.” She says, putting in a third finger.

“MMM!” You cry and she puts her other hand in your mouth, letting you suck it eagerly again. Slowing down ever so slightly, she takes her hand out of your mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me.” Abby instructs, her face riddled with focus. You blush, your eyes struggling to stay open.

“Wh…why?” She whispers a safe word in your ear.

“You say this if its too much okay?” You nod and she forces a fourth finger inside you.

“H…holy…Abby…” 

“You’re doing so good baby.”

“I feel so full…don’t….don’t-“

“I know you can take it, look how easily my fingers can slide inside you, you can fit one more for me can’t you?”

“Mmm….mmm…hurts.”

“Say the safe word then.” You finally look at her, still blushing and she chuckles smugly. 

“You won’t will you? You want it to hurt, you want your pussy filled with me you’re just too afraid to ask. Admit it.”

“…No.” You try. God, it doesn’t even sound real to you. She just laughs.

“Try again or I’ll stop.”

“Fuck, fuck yes I like it…I like it rough, I want it to hurt just- please don’t stop.” You blurt out, wrapping your arms around her neck to support yourself. She nods and slowly eases her fist into you, making you moan. 

“Fuckkkkk, fuck Abigail….” “See? I knew you could do it.” “Fuck….mmm…you..” You stutter. She smiles.

“Fuck me yourself, coward.”  Heat swells inside your stomach and slick starts leaking down your thighs and fuck, Abbys never been more turned on in her life. She gets on her knees and licks it eagerly, sucking at your inner thighs and then your pussy.

“Tastes so good.” Abby mumbles between your thighs, moaning as she tongues between your folds.  You let out a whimper as she sucks sloppily at your cunt. 

Your hand grabs onto her hair, pulling her head in more and practically riding her face.

“Mmm, so…so…” Is all you can manage. She keeps going, using her mouth and fingers at the same time. 

“Fuck…fuck….cumming…cu-“ You cry out as you shut your eyes tightly. When Abby returns to your height, her face is glistening. You blush brightly. 

“I…um.” You say. She grabs your chin to open your mouth and kisses you passionately, moving her head around to make sure her tongue explores every angle before taking a breath. 

“You taste…fuck….” Abby says, grabbing you and pushing you onto the floor. 

“Take off your clothes.” You tell her. She smiles, smugly. 

“Where’d your manners go?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna be a dick anymore.” You huff. She smiles brightly at you. 

“Mmm, that’s right. Wait here then.” She says, walking over to her bag and taking out a black strap. It’s over 6 inches for sure, you guess 7 or 8. You’re not sure what to think.

“I guess that whole ‘I know your favourite colour’ speech was bullshit then. Do you expect to fuck all girls you take on patrol?” You ask, bitterly. She puts her large hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb over your skin delicately. 

“You’re so precious. It’s not…for fucking. I never know how long I’m gonna be stranded somewhere so…I use it. On myself.” She explains. You can’t help but laugh.

“Shut up.” She says, hiding her own smile.

“Aw, can’t handle a patrol without your vibrator, huh? Do you get all tense?”

“Shut. Up.”

“You’re all talk, I bet no one’s ever made you cum, right? That’s why you need this pretty piece of plastic?” You question, not sure where this sudden confidence boost is coming from. Abby blushes.

“I’m gonna make you shut up soon.” She warns. You smirk.

“How many women have you been with?” You ask her. She gives you a death glare.

“Ah, so none.” 

“Shut the fuck up. I can still fuck you better than you’ll ever be fucked and that attitude will go along with your ability to walk.”

“Soo defensive.” You tease. She grabs your hands, pinning them down roughly. 

“You’re not gonna be this chatty in a second.” She says, letting go of your hands and putting the strap on. You use this break to push all your body strength onto her and start unzipping her pants.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She laughs, pinning you back down effortlessly. You roll your eyes.

“Please will you just let me taste you…” 

“After that little display?” Abby just laughs, taking her shirt off and using it to bind your hands together tightly. 

“My fucking girl.” Abby grumbles, and it sounds almost like an order. She towers over you, grabbing onto your jaw with one hand.

“Open your mouth.” Abby orders. You consider putting up a fight, but she’s so intimidating and strong, you don’t know what she’d do. Maybe that excited you more, but you didn’t want to push your luck right now. Your mouth parts obediently and she guides almost the entire strap in your mouth, not giving a fuck whether you gag on it or not. 

“Remember who you belong to when you’re gagging on my dick, baby. I don’t take kindly to people who provoke me.” You just whimper as your saliva completely covers the strap. She doesn’t stop though, not for a few more minutes of your precious sounds. She holds your hair as you suck it and already this is one of the best things either of you had experienced. It made you forget about how hard, cold and potentially dirty the floor was. It made you in particular forget how many times Abby had acted so pathetic and childish when it turns out all she wanted was to be something for you. And even though it was still in your mind, it made the reality that Manny could be in danger seem like a distant memory.

She finally removed the strap from your mouth and forcefully pulled open your legs, thrusting into you slowly. “Mmmm….” You moan, lowly. She watches as it goes in and you can tell it made her wet too. She continues at that painfully slow pace, holding your pinned arms as she does so.

“Abby…don’t be a- oh fuck- a tease…” You say, desperately. She smirks again.

“So eager. If you can manage to be completely quiet, I’ll take my shirt off for you, okay?” She asks. You look away, nervously. This is what you had imagined whenever you passed the gym and saw her use her tank top to wipe sweat from her face. You’d see the men around her take off their shirts to work out and at that moment and that moment only, you had wished she was a man just so she could do the same. Another part of you didn’t want anyone else to see a shirtless Abby, though. Yes you would much prefer the private showing she was offering you. Fuck, you’d do anything to see it. When you’d pass her apartment and hear the shower run, your mind would go crazy. You wondered if it would live up to your fantasies.

“M’ I to take your silence as a yes, gorgeous?” You nod enthusiastically and she starts increasing her pace, then, seeing how well you handled that, her pressure as well. Fuck, that had almost got you. You loved how rough she could be with you because you knew she’d balance it perfectly. She’d never hurt you, she had proven that.

“Wow, look how good you can be.” You don’t say anything, but you would let out a desperate squeak at her praise. She thrust harder and you wanted to scream, biting your lip to stop yourself. 

“You did so good for me, baby.” She says, slowing down slightly but not stopping as she takes off her shirt. You gape at the sight of her glistening chest in a pretty, pale bra. Fuck…you’d do anything to have her tits in your mouth, to have your hands free and play with them, to treasure them like fucking artefacts. 

“Like what you see?” She asks. You whimper in response and she lets out a light chuckle. 

“Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes. You almost there, baby?”

“Fuck…yes Abby I’m close…please will you take off the binds?” And for a moment, it seemed like Abby was considering it before she thrust more aggressively and put a hand over your neck, being cautious about how tight she squeezed. 

“You’re precious.” Is how she replies, and you would hit her…if you could. 

Soon, the heat between you two was growing, leaking onto the floor and each others thighs, not knowing what liquids were what and who’s belonged to who. You were so fucking close. You wanted to grip on to Abbys hair or biceps. Maybe in some other perfect world or one where the woman fucking you wasn’t Abby Anderson. Abby could tell you were close, she could see it on your face, feel it in your body and hear it in your voice. Fuck, she was becoming more in love with you at every moment. 

“You gonna cum for me baby?”

“Fuck…fuck please…please can I?” She smiles so wide you were worried her face was gonna stretch. She loved hearing you beg, hearing you make sounds at all that only her ears would be blessed with,.

“Mhm.” Abby agrees, and with her permission you allow your eyes to roll back. Your legs shake ever so slightly as your glowing slick illuminates the strap and Abby’s thighs. Unlike how she had treated you before, she pulls out so gently, untying the strap from behind and pulling you in towards her so your body is against her.

She strokes your hair while hugging you still and you don’t know why it’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever felt, but you don’t complain.

“You listened so well baby. Made me feel real good.” Abby babbled. You look away, nervously and Abby picked up on your shift instantly. 

“What?” She asked, softly. You sigh.

“I wanted to…” Your words trail off. Abby nods understandingly. 

“Oh. You still want to do that?” She asked, and you nod your head eagerly. 

“Please Abby?” You beg. She nods again.

“Only because you were so good.” She says, untying her shirt from your hands and leaning back on her elbows.

“Go on then, take what you want.” She says with another one of her signature smirks. You practically leapt to the chance, removing her bra with the flick of one hand. You immediately start licking and sucking at her tits, leaving adorable bruises in your wake. Abby gives you a warning look and you know she won’t allow it much longer, so you quickly position your head between her thighs. Her muscular, large fucking thighs, you might add.

“Can I suck it through the boxers?” You question, looking up at Abby with doe eyes. She smiles comfortingly. 

“Sure.” She says, still not expecting to feel any real pleasure. That is until you suck at the lowest part of the fabric, making her pool in your mouth and drench her boxers. 

“I…mmph~” The unexpected and beautiful noise leaves Abbys lips, making you want to explore more of her. You lick a trail up her concealed folds all the way up to her clit which you start drawing vicious circles over. 

“F….fuck how are you- fuck….” Abby cries. She’s on the verge of orgasm already, you didn’t expect Abby of all people to be the kind of person to cum too fast, but you’re delighted to have something to tease her about later. You finally remove the boxers right before she cums and you put your tongue deep inside her. Then, you return to her clit and put your fingers inside her hole instead.

“Mmmmm.” Abby’s pornographic moan should be recorded, transformed into a vile and put straight into your lungs. And then, just like that, she’s coming, her pretty pink pussy pulsing under your tongue. 

You go back up to face her. 

“I knew no one had touched you like that.” You remarked. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Whatever.” Abby said, pulling you in for a tighter hug and kissing your cheek.

“Wanna go again?” Abby asked, only somewhat joking. That was until Manny’s voice echoed outside of the building they were stuck in.

“ABBY???” He yelled. He called your name too and you both quickly scrambled to put at least your shirts on. She boosts you up so you can see out the window. 

“We’re in here!” You call to him. He lets out a relieved breath. 

“Thank god I found you, you guys must have been so scared.” You turn over to Abby who’s watching the situation unfold with amusement. 

“Yeah.” Abby calls out as loud to be audible to Manny. “We were terrified.” 

#abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou2 #abby x reader #smut #18+ content #abby x fem!reader #ellie williams #ellie williams 18+

[yeonghosins]

daydreaming (m) – s.jn

pairing: aged up!johnny seo x highschool senior!reader

summary: “you do realize i’m nearly twice your age, right?” he says, placing his hands low on his hips. he sighs. you take your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“… yes.”

word count: 10k (oops)

warnings: large age gap, dilf johnny, smut!!!! lmk if there's anything else i should add

a/n: it's back!! sorry for the wait, ik this one's the one u guys were waiting for. i'm reuploading old works!

“what do you wanna work on?” donghyuck, your groupmate, asks. you don’t know him very well, only that he’s a friend of a friend of a friend and is one of the thirteen other people that live on your street. you only switched to english literature at the start of the term (and only moved to this neighborhood at the start of the year), and the first time you’d seen his face was when he performed at the school-wide christmas showcase this year.

“hm?” you ask. “i don’t know, i’m fine with anything.”

donghyuck ponders to himself. he bounces his leg and it vibrates the table you’re both seated at. “well, it’s our final long-term project. it’s gotta be easy but only enough that it still seems like we made use of the month we’re given. we could just do a video report on hamlet. we don’t even have to voice it, we just have to compile information and put it in a worded video. sound okay?”

you nod. “yeah. like i said, i’m fine with anything.”

“cool,” donghyuck smiles. “listen, it’s really cool that we’re paired together. jeno says that renjun says you’re a good student, so I knew that I was fine when ms. kim called out our names.”

you smile back. he reminds you of a personified ball of sunshine. “thanks, donghyuck. i can’t wait to work with you too.”

“so, uh, d’you wanna meet at my house this saturday around, say, twelve? to work on the project?” he asks, still smiling. “it’s just me and my dad at home, so don’t worry about annoying siblings.”

you shrug, then nod. “sure, i’d love to.”

“alright! i’ll get your number during dismissal. i have chem now, so see you then,” he waves as the bell rings. he picks up his books and his bag, slings it over his shoulder, and walks out of the classroom, not before giving you one last cheery grin.

donghyuck’s house turns out to be three houses down from the house across from yours. the door is a sweet baby blue, which contrasts with the rest of the stark-white suburban-style home. it’s different from the rest of the houses on your street. it was built more recently, compared to your own which had stood the test of time and housed many families for nearly 5 decades. it’s simple yet modern. whoever built it had taste.

there’s a small row of potters with plants on spikes. cherry tomatoes, basil. the grass in the front lawn is freshly cut. there’s the sound of flowing water coming from the backyard.

“my dad’s gonna be home from work soon, he just picked up some things from the grocery. we can settle in and just chill and stuff before he comes back and starts cooking lunch,” donghyuck says as he opens the front door and holds it for you while he kicks his sneakers off and leaves them on the shoe rack. 

you do the same, neatly placing your shoes on the top rack. you note the leather work shoes and size eleven sneakers, and the space between them that you decide to place your own shoes in.

“nice place,” you say, taking note of the home-y atmosphere and well decorated walls. most of the images framed and hung up are of solely donghyuck and his father, from what you can see from where you stand.

“thanks! my dad takes a lot of pride in making the place look nice. he built it, y’know?” he smiles. 

“really?” you ask. 

“yeah! well, not, like, with his bare hands or anything. he’s an architect.” he responds.

you’re greeted by a staircase that leads to the upstairs, a living room to the right, a dining room through an opening to the left, and what you presume to be the kitchen connecting both rooms at the back. you catch a glimpse of a pool out the backyard.  

donghyuck leads you up the staircase, and down a hallway. 

“that’s the bathroom,” he points to one door, “that’s my dad’s room,” he points to the door diagonal to the bathroom, “that’s his office,” he points to the next door, “and mine’s that door at the end.”

you nod, taking in what he tells you as you make your way down the hall. 

donghyuck’s room is soft and simple. the walls are painted a dusty lavender and posters of artists are tacked to the wall. a bulletin board rests on the wall adjacent to his desk, scattered with notes, movie tickets, and pictures of his friends. from what you’ve gathered he’s quite friendly, so it’s unsurprising to you that he’s amassed such a large group of friends of his own. you quickly settle in, sitting comfortably on the floor by donghyuck’s desk, soft music playing from his speakers as you discuss characters and plotlines. 

donghyuck is nice. he’s relatively easy to talk to, nor is he boring in any sort of way. every time he opens his mouth a mischievous glint shines in his eyes. he’s fun. a kind of friend you’d want around.

you spend the first few minutes of your time in his room talking, getting to know each other. the tension of being in a new friend’s home is eased when donghyuck starts talking about video games he likes, music he listens to, and the people he’s grown up with. your friends renjun and jaemin being two of them.

in return, you share your life before moving into town. old boyfriends, your old cat who ran away, even pulling out your phone to show him pictures of friends you’re still in touch with. you tell him about your mother’s job, which brought you into town in the first place, and about the things you like doing. you pass a compliment to him on his holiday showcase performance, which he blushes at but proudly accepts anyway.

donghyuck lowers the volume when he hears the sound of a car entering his driveway.

“oh, that should be my dad. wanna come down with me to help him?” donghyuck asks, setting his laptop down next to him and standing up. “oh, and so i can introduce you. he’s really nice, don’t worry.”

you nod. you don’t know much of donghyuck and his family, but your friends — mainly renjun — tell you that his father’s a nice person. and with the way donghyuck’s been treating you, it’s clear he’d passed that trait down to his son.

donghyuck waits for you to get up and makes his way down the hall, letting you trail behind him. 

he hops down the staircase and slips on a pair of house slippers, the action natural to him.

“dad?” he says, opening the front door. 

on the other side stands a tall man, towering a decent six foot-one at least. “hey, kiddo,” the man says, moving his suitcase to his other hand (which holds a bag from the grocery store) to ruffle at your classmate’s hair. 

“dad, this is (y/n). she’s my groupmate for the english project? (y/n), this is my dad.” donghyuck says as he opens the door wider and takes his father’s grocery bag, letting the taller man enter. 

donghyuck must take after his mother’s physical appearance, is all you can think to yourself as his father places his suitcase down against the armrest of the living room couch—and you’re probably right—because donghyuck’s father is nothing like you imagined him. he’s tall. much taller than you expected. his hair is dark brown, except for the grey strands of hair that grow from his temples. his features are sharp, his eyes are piercing despite the tired circles that show on his eyelids. his eyebrows are straight-angled—and his lips, dear god, his lips are the shade of primrose, perfectly plump with defined corners that make them look so—god, you cringe as the thought comes to you but—kissable! you note how especially well-built the elder man is, as well as the fact that he’s probably pushing forty and you shouldn’t be feeling this way about a man nearly twice your age, yet you’re starstruck and flustered where you stand.

he adjusts the collar of his button-down cloth shirt (which is, to your convenience, rolled up to his elbows) and turns to you and smiles, extending a hand. “hi,” he says. warmth runs up your cheeks. “donghyuck’s told me about you. he’s always excited to have someone here, since it’s usually just me and him at home. it’s nice to meet you. i’m johnny. or mr. seo, if you want to keep it formal.” 

god, you think to yourself. of all the people in the world to be attracted to —

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, too, mr seo.”

— it had to be your classmate’s fucking dad. 

he lets go of your hand and you watch has he tucks both into the pockets of his slacks. 

“d’you guys wanna keep working or d’you want to keep me company while i cook lunch?” he asks. “we’d have to get the groceries first, though. hyuckie?” he turns to his son. 

“yeah, yeah,” donghyuck waves, opening the door and walking over to his dad’s car. “don’t call me hyuckie in front of my friends.” he’s bashful when he says it. 

mr. seo scoffs and watches his son as he opens the car’s trunk and begins picking up bags of groceries. he turns to you, and raises a brow. “wanna come to the kitchen?”

his voice is richer than pure honey. he smiles like an old hollywood movie star. he’s a good father. he’s polite. 

jesus, take the wheel.

donghyuck’s dynamic with his father is sweet. it’s just hard not to see past that when donghyuck’s father is as godly as he seems to you. he’s now chopping away at some vegetables on a cutting board while he and his son exchange in conversation about donghyuck’s childhood. 

they tell you about their lives so far, and you give them as much as you can muster.

mr. seo is 38 years old. he works at an architecture firm, building houses around the city. he’s raised donghyuck for all his life, as donghyuck’s mother passed away shortly after childbirth. 

“don’t worry about it. it’s been, what, eighteen years?” mr. seo reassures with a kind nod after seeing your mood dampen at the mention of what had happened.

“yeah,” donghyuck agrees. “dad’s getting kind of emotional ‘cause i’ve sent out my college applications,” he adds, a teasing grin on his face.

mr. seo shakes his head and huffs. “what, me? emotional? no way, kiddo. i could never,” he feigns. “so,” he turns to you and your attention sharpens as his eyes meet yours, changing the subject. “how old are you now?”

he leaves the pan of sizzling vegetables to open the fridge. you’ve never struggled more to tell someone your age.

“u-uh, i just turned eighteen,” you manage, taking in a deep breath in hopes that donghyuck doesn’t realize you’re blushing. “a couple months ago.”

“good,” he says, pulling out three beers. “do you drink?”

you stammer. it’s the longest he’s maintained eye contact and you honestly don’t know if you can stay upright any longer.

“c’mon, don’t be scared, i’ve raised this kid,” he points to donghyuck, “for eighteen years, don’t think i haven’t learned how to live a little. his friends come and drink all the time. you don’t have to be scared about me fessing up to your parents or anything. i don’t tell what people don’t want me to tell.”

“thank you, but, u-um, i’ll just have water, please.”

“responsible,” he notes, returning one beer can into the fridge. “you sure you don’t want anything else to drink?”

“uh, yes, sir,” you say once more, and mr. seo concedes. 

“alright,” he smile and brings his focus back to the pan on the stove. “just let me know if you need anything.” he turns the heat off and starts to plate whatever he’s cooked, and all you do is stare on at his tall figure. you swear, for a split second, that he makes eye contact with you and gives you a small, inconspicuous smile, but then quickly averts his gaze. your cheeks burn up even more, your heart is practically pounding, and to top it off, you’ve never been more aroused in your life — by a thirty eight year old man, at that. 

he could quite literally be the death of you, you’re sure if it.

your lunch continues in the same fashion. stories of donghyuck’s childhood, followed by banter and laughter. after lunch, you and donghyuck return to his room to work on the project. it’s only hours later that you realize how much time truly passes. 

“hey, donghyuck, i should get going. my mom told me to be home by five. it’s four-fifty,” you sigh as you shut your phone.

donghyuck looks up at you from his laptop. “oh, sure, yeah,” he says, shutting his laptop and setting it on the foot of his bed. “d’you want me to walk you out?”

“oh, no, it’s okay, i got it,” you smile. “thanks for inviting me. just text me if you need anything, yeah?”

“you got it,” he smiles back.

“thanks, i really appreciate your hospitality.” you say as you step out of the room.

“it’s no problem. see you in school!” he gives as a final wave.

“see you!” you say as you shut his door, gripping your laptop and your bag tightly in your hands. 

the first thing you notice is that the door to mr. seo’s office is left open, wide enough for you to see that he’s inside, working. he’s sketching away at some blueprint, clearly immersed in his work. 

it’s wrong, you tell yourself. you shouldn’t be feeling this way.

“mr. seo?”you mutter meekly, like a mouse, as you peer round the corner

“hmm?” he hums, turning his head to face you. “oh! (y/n). leaving already?” 

your heartbeat quickens.

“yeah,” you laugh nervously. “just came to say goodbye. and thanks.”

he stands, something you don’t expect, and walks over to you. god, he’s so tall. he smiles—just enough where it’s only the corners of his lips that lift themselves. he’s still in the clothes he was wearing when he arrived. he stops just a few feet in front of you. closer, closer, closer—

“you’re very welcome,” he says. his voice is deep after probable hours of not being used. one of his hands is in one front pocket of his slacks, the other runs through his dark brown hair, showing the wisps of grey that hide under his darker layers.

you let go of your bottom lip the second you realize you’ve had it between your teeth since he stood up. 

“donghyuck told me that it’s a long-term project, so please, feel welcome to come over any time. he appreciates any sort of company,” he says, nodding. “so do i.”

“i’ll be back, mr. seo. you’re fun company to be around.” you choke a little at the connotation your words might have. “both you and donghyuck,” you add quickly enough for it to not sound awkward.

mr. seo doesn’t seem to notice your slip-up. thank god. “good, that’s good,” he smiles. the thought seems to linger in his head, as he catches his own eyes wandering over your figure for a moment too long.

“anyway, i’ll let you go, now,” mr. seo continues abruptly. it seems as though he’s shaking himself out of some day dream, and he begins to pace back to his seat behind his desk. “i’ll see you soon, (y/n).”

“see you soon, mr. seo,” you wave, shutting the door. 

you redirect yourself and take in a sharp breath. you open your phone’s messaging app and immediately open your last opened chatroom as you hastily slip your shoes onto your feet. you start typing and hit send as quickly as you can, making your way up the street.

you:

rrnjun, jaem, u won’t fuckibg believe the afternopn ive had!!!1111!!

“mr. seo?!” one of your friends’ voices rings through your ears from the speakers of your laptop. “you and everyone else, dude.”

“what do you mean?” you sit up, looking renjun in the face, which he cups with his palms. you wrap your comforter closer around you. 

“i can’t believe you never knew. everyone knows donghyuck’s dad is the hottest shit, (y/n). and hyuck’s completely oblivious to everyone’s obvious attraction to his father.” jaemin’s face comes closer to the camera, right next to the box that shows renjun’s face. you scoff. as if it’s information you were supposed to know. 

“as if that’s information i was supposed to know, jaem,” you sigh. “he’s just—“

“really fucking hot, according to everybody,” renjun huffs, holding the mic of his earphones against his mouth. you and jaemin wince at the distortion of sound. “we know.”

“it’s just — weird. i’ve literally never felt any sort of attraction for anybody more than ten years my senior, and now,” you gesture vaguely to the air with your hands. “this?”

“it’s fine, everyone goes through some phase where they have a complete shift in their type. i think.”  jaemin mumbles. “besides, this is really fine for you, ‘cause since he’s older, you won’t really feel pressured to get him to like you back. it’d be kind of absurd if he liked you back, ‘cause he’s, y’know, thirty eight.”

“yeah,” you reply blankly. “i don’t think i could go back to that house, guys.”

“if i were you, i wouldn’t, but you have to, or else you’d have to come up with excuses to tell donghyuck,” jaemin shrugs. he’s suddenly found a pack of gummy bears to munch on.

you nibble on your bottom lip in thought. you then let out a frustrated groan. “i can’t stop thinking about him.”

“ew,” renjun fake-gags. “let’s keep the horny-for-my-friend’s-dad-level at a zero when we’re talking to jaemin and renjun.”

“sorry, sorry,” you laugh. “i just can’t. it’s such a weird feeling. and it’s sad, he’s right there but i can’t go for him because it’d be such a big… problem.”

the conversation comes to a lull. jaemin picks up his phone after getting a notification and his eyes widen at whatever it is he’s seen.

“what?” you ask, attempting to snap him from his daze.

“your parents are going to visit your grandparents over the summer, right? when?”he asks instead of answers, a smile threatening to spread across his face.

“second week of june ‘till, like, the twenty ninth,” you reply. “why?”

jaemin pulls out his phone. “donghyuck just texted me. the senior dance team’s trip to LA for that dance workshop — as, like, a last ‘thing’ together as a club — is gonna be from the thirteenth to the twenty eighth of june.”

you ponder for a moment. “okay… and?”

renjun gasps. “dude! for two weeks, you’ll be alone — without parents — or supervision,” he says, making hand gestures in the air in attempts to make you understand better. “and—“

“for two weeks, mr. seo’ll be home alone,” you add, you jaw nearly dropping. “without donghyuck — and any other responsibilities besides his own.”

renjun smiles mischievously. “for two weeks, you literally have a chance to make mr. seo’s only priority be you.” 

you smile back with a huff. you hear jaemin exclaim and laugh loudly in excitement. “this is so wrong, guys,” you laugh, throwing yourself backwards on your bed and covering your face with one of your pillows.

“you said it yourself,” jaemin shrugs. “you’re eighteen. the only thing wrong about it is that you’re going to be trying to fuck your classmate’s dad for a month ‘till your parents leave. but your classmate nor your parents have to know. i’ll keep donghyuck as distracted as possible if you need me to.”

you remember what mr. seo told you earlier. “you don’t have to be scared about me fessing up to your parents or anything. i don’t tell what people don’t want me to tell.”

you hope that—good or bad the outcome—mr. seo is a man of his word. 

you unlock your phone, immediately opening your messaging app.

send to: donghyuck seo

hey, donghyuck! could i come by your place next week to work on the project again?

you and donghyuck grow close with the passage of time. you feel guilty that it’s partially to get to his dad, but he’s starting to become friendlier and more comfortable with you. 

you start visiting twice a week, often times not to do work (you do plenty during actual english literature periods) but just to spend time with them and donghyuck’s friends. 

you try your best to act indifferent to mr. seo, like you don’t care, but you always catch yourself staring far too often at his lips, or his arms, or his — or him. you’re sure he’s caught your drift at this point, too. it’s a strange “middle”, where you’re constantly seeking his presence and his company, and he’s constantly switching in and out of a state where he’s either active around the house with you and donghyuck’s friends or he’s locked up in his office all day. he might be staying away for your own safety, he probably realizes that you’re into him and doesn’t want to get you into trouble. when he comes down to say hello, often times he looks at you for a moment too long, just enough for you to notice but not for others to find it strange. 

you don’t speak to him much - in fact, the only conversation you’ve had was on the first day you met him. 

the looks you send him from across the living room; or the glances you share over the dining table — where you look up from your plate to meet his gaze, and all he does is look back momentarily, only to look to the side or at his own food, then clench his jaw and take a deep breath through his nose; should be evident of his knowledge of your infatuation towards him — and are often times enough to send bubbling heat straight to your core. 

you learn over time that he’s just so effortlessly attractive. the way he carries himself is enough to make you lose your mind. oftentimes you don’t even have to go to donghyuck’s house to see him, you see him watering the front lawn garden from your bedroom window, and as the weather warms, he starts wearing tank tops, or white tees with  his blue swimming trunks. it’s difficult to leave the house without the image of mr. seo’s toned arms or his tanned skin or his deepened voice being the only presence clouding your mind.

it gets to a point that getting him to notice your quick glances or the changes in your body language is a goal. you don’t understand where the newfound confidence comes from, but you find yourself openly gazing over him more, you let your touches linger on his skin, in hopes that he takes notice. 

it’s one night, nearly two weeks after you and donghyuck have finished your project and a day before your graduation, things escalate into something more tense.

donghyuck invites you to his house for a pre-graduation get together with his other friends, and you go, staying ‘till around eleven-thirty in the evening. 

“this has been fun, but i’ve got to get going. i still have to get ready tomorrow and i have stuff to prepare tonight,” you sigh, getting up on your feet.

the five boys seated on the floor groan and pout. 

“donghyuck just said we’d be playing uno!” yangyang whines, holding up his deck of uno playing cards. 

“bet you’re just scared to lose, you suck at uno,” renjun teases as he holds a pillow to his chest. 

you scoff. “jeno sucks at uno, probably more than me. if i had the choice to stay, i would, just to beat this motherfucker,” you say as you roughly ruffle jeno’s hair. he makes a sound of discomfort.

“let’s play overwatch, see how it feels,” he mutters under his breath with an over-exaggerated scowl.

“just let me go, my mom’s gonna get mad at me if i get home late,” you whine. “i have to go!”

“let her go, jesus,” jaemin laughs. “see you tomorrow, hot stuff,” he jokes with a wave. you roll your eyes and say goodbye, grabbing your phone and your bag as you exit donghyuck’s room. 

it’s halfway through your walk down the hall that you notice that mr. seo is in his office again. you take slow steps, and you don’t know if it’s to see if he catches a glimpse of you or if it’s to stay as quiet as possible so as not to be noticed by him.

you pass the doorframe to his office and you think you’re in the clear, you’re just about to begin climbing down the staircase when—

“(y/n).”

shit. 

you quickly pace back to the door to mr. seo’s office and open it slightly, letting your head and your upper torso peek into the room.

“oh, um, good evening, mr. seo,” you say. you hope you aren’t overdoing it with the innocent tone. “i was just about to lea—“

“i wanted to talk to you,” he says, leaning back in his desk chair and interlocking his fingers in front of him. he presses his thumbs underneath his chin before pushing himself onto his feet. “come in.”

you can’t seem to calm your heart whenever you’re around him. it pounds in your chest harder than ever before, you can feel it in your ears. your hands get clammy and you feel heat rising to your face, and the ever-prevalent bubbling in your stomach finds its way back to you. you step inside at a slow pace. you make sure to shut the door behind you. you can still hear donghyuck and his friends shouting and laughing from here. 

mr. seo now dons a blue sweater tucked into black jeans. it’s the first time you’ve seen him the whole day. he looks down at the rolex on his wrist and pinches his nose bridge with his thumb and index finger.

“what is it, mr. seo?” you ask. you try your best to maintain composure.

mr. seo swallows and tilts his head in thought. “i know what you’re trying to do, (y/n).” oh god. “you don’t think i notice the way you look at me?”

you’re not quick to come up with an answer. you tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear. “m-mr. seo, i don’t—“

“you do realize i’m nearly twice your age, right?” he says, placing his hands low on his hips. he sighs. you take your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“… yes.”

he shuts his eyes tight and lets out a sharp breath. he runs the side of his hand over his brow bone and lets his arm fall to his side. “listen, (y/n), i’m sorry to turn you down, but i know — and — you must know that what you’re doing is inappropriate and frankly, wrong. i know that you’re young and there are only so many things that can run through your mind at this age, believe me,  i know firsthand. all i wanted to do at your age was — well, anything and everything, if you get me. i just don’t want the way you feel for me to get in the way of your friendship with donghyuck and the way you or i live our lives. i’m turning you down because if i let this continue, we’ll both be hurting ourselves. i’ll be hurting you especially. i’m sorry.”

“i bet you like it though.”

he pauses, confused. “pardon me?” 

did you just do that? 

his face goes stern, eyes piercing and his eyebrows only slightly raised. he purses his lips. 

“i bet you like it — the way i look at you,” you continue. there’s a shake in your voice but you hope it’s drowned out by the sudden wave of confidence that rushes over you. “you’re only turning me down ‘cause you know that it’s wrong, and you’re stuck — but you don’t hate it, because if you did, you would’ve told donghyuck that you were concerned and told me to leave the second you suspected something from me. you could’ve kicked me out, or told donghyuck you thought i was a bad influence or something. you could’ve. but you didn’t. you like it, don’t you, mr. seo?”

you have no idea how you could be so strongly confrontational. you fold your arms in front of your chest. you heartbeat has never gone faster, and you pray it calms itself before you faint, or something. mr. seo is silent. he faces away from you in subtle humiliation, suddenly finding interest in the various books placed on his shelf. he has his hands in his back pockets. he gives you no answer, but the silence is telling of what he hides from you.

“i have to go,” you say, already walking out of his office. “goodnight, johnny.”

mr. seo waits till you shut the door. he stays where he stands until he hears the front door open and close, marking your departure. 

he presses both his hands over his face in frustration as he sighs tiredly. he sits down roughly on his desk chair, letting his body fall onto it, propping his elbows on the surface of his desk as he threads his hands in his hair and tugs sharply. he knits his eyebrows and squeezes his eyes shut, letting out an exasperated groan. 

he lets go of his hair, now running his hands from his temples, flattening his hair with his palms. he pauses halfway across the crown of his head and opens his eyes, seeing only the image of you standing in front of him, the image of your hand on his arm, the image of you, in a way he’s been trying to suppress since he realized what you were trying to do to him. not her, not her, not her, is all he can run through his mind in a weak attempt to get you out of it. 

she’s donghyuck’s friend, she’s donghyuck’s friend, he repeats as he closes his eyes once more. the images of you grow more and more corrupted and perverted in his mind each and every time he shuts and opens his eyes. he sees you lifting your shirt off of yourself, he sees your legs spread, he sees — 

“fuck!” he loudly exclaims, slamming a fist against the hardwood of his desk and throwing himself against the backrest of his chair.  he takes deep breaths as he stares at the ceiling with glassy eyes.

“god,” he sighs. “of all the people to be attracted to—”

he hears laughter come from donghyuck’s room, a reminder for him to stay quiet. 

— it had to be you. 

mr. seo avoids you throughout the entire graduation, only going to exchange congratulations with your parents. he avoids you all throughout the graduation dinner hosted at a nearby restaurant, eyes averted and body tense whenever you’re brought up or whenever you contribute to the conversation. 

two weeks pass, and it’s the day donghyuck and jaemin are to leave for los angeles. you, your parents, and few others on your street surround the seo’s driveway as donghyuck, jaemin, and a few more of their friends gather around a van that’s supposed to take them to the airport.

“i’ll miss you!” you say, pulling both jaemin and donghyuck in for a hug. “don’t forget to text me, or yangyang, or jeno, or renjun, okay?”

jaemin smiles. “you got it.”

“bring me something from universal studios, too,” you add, and donghyuck nods. 

you hug them both tightly one last time. jaemin, ever-affectionate and not afraid to show it, presses a rather aggressive kiss to your cheek. “see you in two weeks, hot stuff,” he says, rather loudly, making a few parents raise their eyebrows, mr. seo being one of the parents in that group.

you catch him in the corner of your eye. his eyebrow is raised and his eyes are squinted only slightly. you smile at his attempt to hide his… jealousy?

“calm down, ma, i call everyone names like that,” jaemin rolls his eyes as he goes to hug his parents. 

donghyuck laughs and lets go of you to hug his father. he practically slams into his chest, wrapping his arms around mr. seo’s torso. 

“bye, dad,” he smiles. mr. seo laughs softly and brings his hand to the back of his son’s head.

“bye, kiddo. be safe,” mr. seo says as he gently pinches at donghyuck’s cheek. 

donghyuck pokes mr. seo’s cheek. “you too, dad.”

mr. seo moves donghyuck’s hand from his cheek with a soft chuckle. “go on, you have to go.”

donghyuck smiles as he pulls away, climbing into the van. “love you, dad!” he shouts from inside.

“love you, hyuckie!” mr. seo shouts, his hands cupped around his mouth.

the van drives off once donghyuck and his dance club settle properly, and people begin dispersing. 

“safe travels for your kid, john,” your parents say after giving the same greeting to jaemin’s parents. “we’ve got to go and finish packing our own bags, so we’ll be heading in now. our flight’s at six in the morning.”

mr. seo’s eyes seem to light up. “oh? where are you three headed?”

“oh, no, just the two of us,” your mom gestures to herself and your father. “we have to visit my parents and siblings, and since (y/n)’s gotta start getting used to living on her own soon, we thought that she could start learning now. she’s got the hang of it, right honey?”

your mom excitedly squeezes your cheek. “yeah, mom,” you say with a forced laugh. 

“and, anyways, if you’re ever bored, i guess mr. seo would be, too!” your mother smiles. “john, you wouldn’t mind if (y/n) spent some time with you some days while we’re gone, right? well, it’s alright if she can’t, but—“

“no, i don’t mind at all,” mr. seo interjects. “well, i always say that anyone’s welcome in my place, and (y/n) is no exception.”

“oh, wonderful! i was so scared that she’d be all alone for the next too weeks,” your mother says. a pause. “well! we’ve got to get going now. thank you, so much, john.”

mr. seo looks lost in thought as he nods. “ah, well,” he mutters. “it’s no problem. and safe travels to you, too.”

“aw, thank you! always such a nice man,” your mom says. 

mr. seo waves as your parents both say their goodbyes. 

“say goodbye to mr. seo,” your father says. 

you bite your bottom lip and let out a breath through your nose.

“goodbye, mr. seo,” you say, with half a smile and the same amount of a wave. 

you look across the street once you reach the front porch of your own home. you lock eyes with mr. seo, and it’s only then that he decides to enter his home once more.

tomorrow. you tell yourself. you’ll talk to him tomorrow.

it’s been several hours, maybe six, since your parents left, and only now does the summer heat creep up on you dangerously fast. 

it’s either that or the thought of going to mr. seo’s house sometime in the day to talk to him is getting to you.

you fold up the piece of paper with a groan and toss it onto your side desk. 

“i can’t,” you say as you press the heels of your palms over your closed eyes. “this is wrong.”

whatever spirit inside of you that convinced you to try and seduce the father of your classmate seems to have diminished completely. 

you let out another frustrated groan. you have to apologize, is all you think to yourself. no matter how you feel, you have to apologize. you have to stop.

you set yourself upright and huff, hurriedly slipping your feet into your flip flops. you check yourself in the mirror to make sure you don’t look that much of a mess. you’re sure workout shorts and a thin cropped tee would work out fine for you. you’ve worn things like this a bunch of times when visiting donghyuck.

you shrug and make your way out and down the street.

your heart’s beating so fast, you swear you could throw up, but the front door opens too quickly to a white t-shirt and swim trunks-clad mr. seo for you to do anything of the sort.

he looks just as shocked as you are, though you don’t know what you’re expecting. 

it’s mr. seo.

he lives here. 

“(y/n),” he says as he straightens his posture. “what’s — what are you doing here?”

you fumble with your hands and nibble on your bottom lip, suddenly losing any and all confidence. god, how could his mere presence make you feel so… so vulnerable? 

“mr. seo,” you begin, struggling to look him in the eyes. “mr. seo, i’m sorry. for that night. i have no excuses, and i honestly have no idea why i said what i said, but i guess my mind jumped to the conclusion that that was the best way i was to handle how i felt about you. clearly, it wasn’t. and i’m sorry if i said things that were too forward, or if i hurt you or made you feel uncomfortable around me. i’m… i hate using this as an excuse, but i’m still young. i hope you understand that i’m still learning how to handle things and do things correctly and that night was just a slip-up. i do like you, mr. seo, a lot, but i shouldn’t have done what i did that night.”

mr. seo’s face changes — his brows dip down and his lips purse. his eyes are full of sympathy. “do you want to come inside? it’s pretty warm out.”

you step inside and leave your flip-flops by the shoerack.

“could we just leave it in the past? forget about it and stuff?” you ask point-blank to continue the conversation. your cheeks burn up.

mr. seo doesn’t reply for a moment, instead gets lost in thought, his eyes distant and wandering. he leads you into the kitchen and starts pouring two glasses of water.

“are you sure you want to do that?” he finally says. your ears perk up and your eyes widen.

is this seriously happening? is all you can ask yourself. “what do you mean? you’re donghyuck’s dad, and i’m his classmate — no matter what, mr. seo, like you said it’s… i mean, it’s wrong.”

“i realize that, (y/n) — but, i’ve gone the last three weeks or so spending most of my time thinking about you. you’ve been all that’s on my goddamn mind. i never said anything that night because i wasn’t even sure about how i felt for you, especially since you’re my son’s friend, but these past weeks have made it clear. i want you.” 

it’s all so unbearably hot, both literally and figuratively — the afternoon sun drowns the kitchen  in warmth and your cheeks are redder than they ever could be. your heartbeat quickens and your breath hitches as mr. seo brings his hand to cup your jaw. he leans forward, closer to you. you’re leaning against the kitchen counter, clutching the edge of it. your heart rate increases rapidly, and you suck in a deep breath in through your nose. he’s so close, he’s so close, he’s so goddamn cl—

“do you want me, too?” he says under his breath.

“mr. seo—“

your voice is interrupted by the feeling of mr. seo’s lips finally pressing against yours and you feel something rising in the pit of your stomach as return his actions, the feeling of his lips against yours and the warmth of his body pressing against you like heaven — it’s something you’ve only ever dreamed of. it’s too short of a moment, however. mr. seo pulls away before you let the kiss deepen. his face is still inches from yours, and he smiles as he watches you subconsciously chase his lips when he leans away from you. 

“was that okay?” he asks softly, leaning away and pulling his hands from you to let you know you still had a chance to say no. 

you don’t let another moment pass as you bring yourself to your tip-toes, kissing him again. his hands find your waist and yours find the sides of his neck, weeks of want and desire evident in the way you both pull each other closer. 

mr. seo gently squeezes the flesh at your waist and you arch into his touch, and all you can feel is him. the way he presses against you, the way you’re kissing each other like it’s all you’ve wanted all your lives, the feeling of his lips, his body, it’s all so much better than you could’ve fantasized. it’s when his hand travels down the curve of your ass that you moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip inside your mouth. it’s wet, and warm, and you’re practically intoxicated by the sensation. you pull him closer, relishing in the feeling of your bodies pressed so closely together. 

the whole situation is so absurd, you’re sure it’s the plot of many a crude porno. 

you pull away, taking a deep breath in the process. he looks down at you, his tall frame encapsulating your smaller one. his hands settle against the surface of the counter, leaving you in the space between them.

“m-mr. seo—“

“christ, let’s drop that. we’re here already, just call me johnny, alright?” he laughs, having begun mouthing at the skin of your jaw and upper neck, pulling you closer, his hands tugging at your hips. 

“j-johnny,” you respond, the sound of his first name leaving your lips still unfamiliar to you. 

“mm?” he hums against your neck, his thumbs rubbing circles against your hips. the feeling of his lips on your skin is so new and strange, but every second he spends attached to your neck or your jaw sends butterflies straight to your core. 

“c-could we go upstairs? t-to your room?” you ask, whispering.

johnny pulls back, and without a word, takes your hand and begins leading you upstairs. 

it’s strangely empty, you’re used to having at least one room upstairs be booming with music and laughter. 

johnny leads you into his bedroom, and shuts the door. his eyes are blown, lust dripping from them like blood from an open wound. it’s when he presses against you that you realize he’s half hard, but you’re not given enough time to process anything, since he’s already pulling you in for another kiss, this one being much more passionate and driven by want than any of the previous ones. 

he spends time sucking hickeys onto whatever exposed skin is available to him, making sure that he doesn’t move to a different place on your neck unless the red marks of a blooming bruise appear on your skin. 

it’s while you’re kissing that he lowers you onto the bed, your back pressed against the mattress and johnny’s chest pressed against yours. he focuses on peppering your neck and collarbone with kisses once more, simultaneously bringing his hands to the hem of your shirt lifting it up halfway to expose your chest. he lets out a low groan at the sight of your bare torso, and you prop yourself up to let him lift the shirt off of you completely. he tosses it backwards, wherever it lands unimportant to you. 

“god, baby, you’re perfect,” he says, pressing you down into the mattress once more and leading his kisses to the peak of one of your breasts, enclosing his lips around the nipple and swirling his tongue over it, his free hand moving to massage your other breast, thumb flicking at your nipple, making you whine out his name. your back arches, pushing your chest further against his lips. you feel like you’re in ecstasy, johnny’s so unbelievably good, you can’t believe he’s real. 

he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your swollen nipple, moving to suck on your other breast, the amount of wetness that drips out of your pussy and onto the cloth of your underwear being embarrassing. your cheeks redden once you feel it against your thigh. 

he pulls back again, to strip himself of his white t-shirt, and you whine at the loss of warmth as cool air fans over your exposed tits. 

the feeling of absence is short-lived, however, as the feeling of pure arousal that rushes through you when your eyes meet johnny’s bare torso trumps it.

you wish you were given a warning on his six-pack beforehand.

he smiles rather confidently when he notices your slack-jawed expression and immediately brings himself back to hovering over your exposed upper body.

his hands first go to your hips, to tug the garter of your shorts down. you bend your legs, letting johnny take your shorts off of you. 

you jerk when the tips of his index and ring finger brush over the soaked cloth of your underwear. embarrassing. you rub your thighs together instinctually, shutting your eyes. 

“cute,” he smiles as his palms push against your knees, spreading your legs open.

you whine when his fingers return to circling the spot where you’re most sensitive, his touch torturously light.

“you’re so wet, baby,” he muses under his breath. his eyes are still locked on yours. 

the movement of his fingers over the cloth of your underwear is slow, painfully so, and it’s driving you crazy—everything spins, you can’t take your focus off of the feeling of his fingers brushing over your clit, and the more you think about it, the more the sensation intensifies. 

“johnny, johnny, p-please,” you whine, arching your back. “s-stop teasing.”

“’s too fun, princess,” he says, and you involuntarily let out a high pitched whimper at the pet name. 

“johnny,” you drawl, bringing your hands to cover your eyes. 

“patient, baby,” he hums, caressing your inner thighs in an effort to get you to spread your legs further.

you lift your hips as he strips you of your underwear, the last piece of clothing keeping you from being completely vulnerable in johnny’s presence. 

“gonna finger you, princess,” he says lowly, his thumb circling against the skin of your inner thigh. “god, you’re so fucking pretty.”

you don’t register his index finger being inserted into your hole, instead feeling a sudden rush of heat throughout your body when he begins to pump in and out, curving the single digit inside of you. 

you let out a moan at the sudden insertion, involuntarily bucking your hips up to chase his movements. his free hand comes to squeeze at your waist and pull you towards him and down against the mattress. you let out a whine at the feeling of being manhandled, subsequently letting out a fucked-out half-voluntary, half-involuntary “daddy,” just as johnny inserts a second finger, increasing the pace.

“fuck, baby, don’t do that to me,” he huffs out, a low groan escaping his lips as you do nothing but whine and whimper and moan under him. “gonna make me lose it.”

“daddy,” you say again, this time in a shaky, breathy whine as the pace he’s set his fingers to increases.

he smiles, clenches his jaw, as if to say i can’t believe you. “i’m going to ruin you,” he mutters, in a tone so sternly calm that it’s hard to believe he’s fucking you with his fingers—only two, mind you—at a pace that’s sure to drive you insane. “daddy’s gonna ruin you, princess.”

you realize you’re close as a third finger is added, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of you are so lewd and pornographic that you can’t believe they’re sounds you’re making. 

your moans and whines reach a point where they’re high-pitched and hiccupy, and the feeling of your orgasm building up is more evident than ever. 

“j-jo—daddy, daddy, m’ gonna—gonna come,” you ramble, your hips bucking and raising themselves to fuck yourself onto his fingers as best as you can. “shit, i’m gonna—“

“—come? gonna come just on my fingers, baby?” johnny goads, his curved digits pumping relentlessly inside your pussy. “fuck, come on, princess. come for me.”

with his words, the cord inside you snaps, and you let out a loud moan, slowing the movement of your hips. your orgasm washes over you hard, the feeling of johnny’s fingers inside of you becoming so much more intense. by the time johnny pulls his fingers out of you, you’ve turned into a shaking, overstimulated, post-orgasm mess—and you’re left wanting more, so much more. 

“so good for me,” johnny says, sucking your come from his fingers—an action that would’ve grossed you out if it were done by anyone other than him—then pressing kisses against the skin of your thighs. 

“daddy?” you say, your voice suddenly an octave higher. 

you feel your heart skip a beat when johnny tenses at the name, giving you only a hum in acknowledgment.

“i want to suck you off,” you say, point-blank. johnny looks as if he’s about to combust.

he chuckles—well, it’s more like a huff and a disbelieving smile—at your demand. “angel, how can i say no?”

he gets off the mattress, standing at the foot of the bed. you crawl over to the edge of the mattress, legs and thighs still shaky from the high of your previous orgasm. he’s so much taller than you at this angle, where he looks down at you and your kneeling body from where he stands. you face the evident bulge in his swimming trunks, and all you can think of is getting the annoying piece of cloth off of him.

he’s just about to pull his shorts down, but your index finger hooks under the waistband of his swim trunks a moment sooner. he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth as he watches you tentatively strip him of the remaining piece of clothing. 

you tug the garment off of him completely, letting it pool at his ankles, and you’re too distracted by his cock to note that he’s kicked them off of him completely. 

jesus, fuck, does johnny’s cock exceed your expectations. it smacks his abdomen once his swimming trunks fall to his ankles, precome leaking down the back of it from the tip, which is flushed red. his cock is long and thick, you don’t know if you could fit more than half of it in your mouth.

he hisses at the cold air that meets his cock, bringing his hand to provide him with enough friction. 

you crawl backward slightly when he moves forward, resting on the edge of the mattress with his knees. 

“gonna suck my cock, princess?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze. he hums a “yeah?” when you nod and move forward, folding your legs and sitting on the heels of your feet, grabbing the bottom of his shaft—your hand unable to fully wrap around it.

you open your mouth, letting your tongue out, looking up at him as you let your saliva drip down onto the head of his cock. you take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip. a hand tangles into your hair and johnny hisses then lets out a low groan. 

his cock is heavy and warm on your tongue, and all you want is more, more, more. 

you’re only able to take him a little past halfway down his cock, so you use your hands to take care of the remaining length. 

“ffffuck,” he hisses, running circles against your scalp with his thumb. “so good, baby.”

never in your life did you imagine you’d be sucking the cock of your classmate’s dad. ever.

tears well in your eyes, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat every so often, the weight and the foreign feeling of him in your mouth sending heat to bubble in your stomach—you moan, the vibrations at the back of your throat hitting the clit of johnny’s cock, and he lets out a deep groan, all that races in his mind is he’s gonna cum, he’s gonna cum—

johnny pulls you off of his cock with a gentle tug of your hair, just as he feels the knot in his abdomen tighten. you whine at the loss of the weight on your tongue, and he chuckles, saying, “shit, gotta fuck you, now, baby. ‘m a bit older than you, and i wanna make this count, okay? lie back, for me?” you do so. “good girl.”

you spread your legs involuntarily, and johnny leans over to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “stay put, alright?” he says. he walks over to his bedside table, pulling out a condom from the second drawer. 

he unwraps the foil packaging, and you watch as he rolls it down his cock. all you can do is squirm where you lay, suddenly unable to find the right words to say. 

“daddy,” you say as he steps between your legs, unable to contain your impatience. 

“you’re so pretty, baby. you gonna let me fuck you?” he says lowly, spreading your legs apart further. “gonna let me fill you up with my cock, hm? you want that?”

you whine and nod a pathetic “yes, daddy,” and you’re washed over with the feeling of vulnerability and humiliating exposure, the position of your body and the eagerness of your voice not helping your case whatsoever. “fill me up so good, all i feel is you.”

he lines up his cock with your entrance, and it’s just as full as you thought it’d feel, possibly even more so. the stretch, however, is new. it feels like his cock could split you in half. he’s so thick, you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock against your walls. the more he pushes into you, the more your moans intensify, the more your sensitivity increases, and it burns, frankly; but only temporarily, since by the time he bottoms out, all you feel is full. 

you’ve never felt filthier, with your legs folded up against your chest, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and mr. seo’s cock deep inside you. 

“you okay, princess?” johnny asks.

“s-so full,” you breathe out. “you’re so—so big.”

“yeah?” he asks as he slowly begins to thrust in and out.

“y-yeah,” you whimper, the feeling of his cock sending you into a frenzy. “s-so good.”

“yeah,” he repeats, increasing the pace. “you’re so tight, baby, you take my cock so fucking well.”

once he feels like you’re stretched enough, he thrusts back, nearly pulling out, and thrusts right back in, the sound of skin against skin resonating in your ears—as well as the loud moan that escapes your lips. 

his thrusts quicken, and you rotate your hips to further fuck yourself on his cock in time with his thrusts. the way he fucks you has you practically wailing at this point, johnny having your torso pressed at an angle to fuck you the way both of you want it—it has you gripping aimlessly at his biceps, his shoulder blades—it has you wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him close, it has you doing anything at this point to keep you from losing any remaining sense of reality.

his cock is so thick, so long, each thrust makes you cry out in pleasure. it feels—insanely good, so fucking much that it has you rambling strings of incoherent words in an effort to egg him on. he’s fulfilling your request—all you feel is his cock, his thrusts, his lips, his skin, his teeth, his hands, his body—the way he’s fucking you into oblivion has you feeling only one thing, and it’s johnny, johnny, johnny, johnny—

“such a pretty baby,” johnny mutters. “you want more?”

“yes, yes, fu-uck,” you hiccup. “h-harder, harder, fill me up m-more, i wa-ant your cock, want your cock—“

“want my—god, baby, you’re so cute when you beg,” he nearly whines for you, fucking into you faster, harder—you can only cry out in response. 

“feels so good, feels so fucking good,” you moan, johnny leaning in to bite at your neck. “daddy, more, more—“ 

you’re cut off when johnny leans away and sits up, still thrusting relentlessly into you, as he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you away and towards his cock in time with each thrust—you want more, johnny’s giving it to you.

“god, such a little slut—can’t get enough, huh?” johnny groans, and you’re pushed closer to the edge, the unexpected degradation sending you somewhere else. “’s that why you wanted to fuck me? hm? boys you were fucking just—shit—just weren’t enough?”

“no, t-they—they weren’t,” you cry, tears welling in your eyes out of pleasure. “o-only you.”

he growls a low, “that’s right,” before fucking into you harder, your moans cutting off in time with the way his skin slaps against yours.

“g-gonna come, gonna come, gonna come,” you whimper, your nails digging so hard into his shoulders you’d be surprised if you haven’t broken skin yet. “daddy.”

“wanna come? then come, baby. come all over daddy’s cock,” he groans, and brings his hands to rub and twist at your already swollen nipples.

the action sends you over the edge, and not even a moment passes until you find yourself coming for the second time tonight, johnny fucking into you through the high of orgasm.

it’s at this point where you’re practically jelly, and johnny grips your hips tightly like he’s done previously in order to chase his own orgasm, and he feels it coming close. 

you wail in the feeling of immense overstimulation—you feel, hear, and see only johnny, johnny, johnny, and it’s so painfully, torturously, good, the way his cock feels to your sensitive pussy, the way his thrusts make you putty in his hands—you can’t see yourself wanting to stop.

“gonna come, baby,” he says in a rough whisper, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. 

“daddy,” you whine between moans, the image of you all fucked out and dazed, your body sprawled under johnny sending him closer and closer to completion. 

“fuck,” he groans, and your hoarse voice moaning strings of daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, along with the erratic clenches of your walls around his cock finally, finally, bring him to snap his hips  up into you harshly once, his cock twitching inside of you, a low moan escaping his lips as he comes. he rocks into you slowly, fucking the both of you out of your aftershocks and the post-orgasm sensitivities. he peppers your skin with open mouthed, lazy kisses, along with whispers of good girl, so fucking good for me, you did so well.

he pulls out, tugs the condom off, ties it, and throws it into the trash. he leaves the room momentarily, whispering a soft “i’ll be back.” he returns with a damp towel and some wet wipes and sits next to you, wiping any mess on your face or between your legs. it’s a strange position, since you’re sitting up, leaning on his shoulder, as he cleans dried come from your skin, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. 

“you’re perfect,” he says, voice hoarse, his hands gently spreading your legs apart as he wipes away at your inner thighs. “fuck, you’re perfect.” 

you blush, pressing your face into his bare shoulder. “i really liked that.”

“seemed like it,” he hums as he swipes a single wet wipe to your cheek. “am i as good as you thought?”

“better,” you say, bashful. “am i?”

“better,” he repeats with a smile.

“i can’t believe—i can’t believe we did that.”

“neither can i,” he laughs. “i didn’t know i could.”

you giggle, relishing in the feeling of his warmth against your skin, only half listening when johnny speaks again, telling you to—

“—go home, grab some clothes, then come back, okay? we’ll go for a swim or watch TV or something.”

you look at him with big doe eyes, clearly having been spaced out. he blushes at the sudden eye contact, the action too obvious for you to miss. 

“what, did you forget? you’re allowed to stay with me while your parents are gone, remember?”

right.

right. 

he hands you the white shirt he was wearing previously. “i’ll put your clothes in the wash. just wear this, i’m sure it’s big enough.”

you get dressed, and it’s just when you’re about to leave his bedroom that he stops you. 

“we’re not telling anyone about this, right?”

you nod. “yeah. i’m not.”

he smiles, humming. he starts dressing himself, having found his discarded swim trunks. “good. hurry up and come back, before the sun passes the poolside. i’ll get the jacuzzi started.”

#finally #ik u guys have been waiting 😭 #nct #nct smut #johnny suh smut #johnny seo smut #johnny suh x reader #johnny suh #nct 127 #smut #nct dream #wayv #johnny

[sswiftiestars]

hi! d14, maybe with d1/5 from the smut list w dom ani please. luv ur writing sm <3

face f*cking + rough s3x + dirty/sloppy s3x

Heavy!dom!Anakin skywalker x Fem! reader

warnings: smut. you have been warned. oral (m), heavy degrading (ani is just straight up mean), slight praise, humiliation, whole lotta dirty talk,Anakin being absolutely filthy, a lil bit of slapping, aftercare !!

w/c: 0.6k

a/n: thank u anon!! i absolutely love this request <3

When Anakin would come home with you after a especially long mission together, he wouldn’t be to kind when it comes to his needs. especially because you’d tease him the whole mission, “innocently” bending over right in-front of him to “pick something up” or, you’d randomly spark up conversations with other men. but really, you did it because you knew what would happen when you and Anakin finally got back home.

“fucking whore.” he growled into your ear before slamming you against the wall, causing you to whimper softly in response. “you fucking teased me the entire mission. i had a damn boner on the battlefield, and i couldn’t even do a fucking thing about it.” Anakin whispered into your ear.

“i can.” you smirked.

“shut the fuck up.” he hissed, and used the force to make you get on your knees, “don’t get smart with me, y/n.” Anakin sneered, as he unbuckled his belt, causing his pants to fall to the floor, leaving him in his boxers; which, you could clearly see the outline of his incredibly hard member.

you were quick to take off his boxers, revealing his dick. it was already sliding pre down the tip. how long has he been this hard? you think to yourself.

you practically moaned the sight, and quickly placed your lips at the very tip of his length, teasing him, causing anakin to let out a low groan of pleasure and frustration.

it didn’t take too long before he muttered a few curses, and suddenly he thrusted into your mouth aggressively.

“fuck, baby. take it. choke.” Anakin groaned, and continued to thrust in and out of your mouth. sook enough, you felt tears in your eyes from choking. as tears started to roll down your face, Anakin grabbed the back of your head with his mechanical hand, and bobbed your head up and down, letting out soft groans and some praises.

You start to let audible sobs and whines as he quite literally fucks your mouth. Anakin looks down at you with that look. the look that proves you’ll do whatever you ask of him, because you’re his whore, and he knows it.

“stop crying, y/n.” he demands, and smacks your face, making you moan against his dick. Anakin smirks in return, and continues to thrust eagerly into your warm and wet mouth.

as you continue to sob pathetically on his dick, he growls the most degrading shit he can think of, such as;

“i bet you’d let any other man do this to you, huh? let them fuck your throat like a cheap whore.” “cant believe your such a fucking slut for me, crying on my dick.”

“you look look so innocent to be doing all this shit. maybe i should start making you call me daddy since your such a pathetic slut.”

as he said these things, he’d continually thrust your mouth, causing your own saliva to drip down onto his balls. “ ‘gonna fucking cum, baby.” Anakin moans. he continues to thrust into your mouth roughly, as tears still pour down your face.

soon enough, he cums down your throat, letting out a loud groan of your name as he does so.

“swallow.” Anakin demands. and you do as he says, as usual.

he kneels down to reach your level, and he puts his boxers back on.

“i love you, babe. you know that, right?” Anakin says softly and wipes away your remaining tears. you nod and nuzzle your face into his neck. he smiles softly in return, and rubs your neck comfortingly.

“i’d never hurt you, y/n. i’ll always protect you.” he whispers into your ear and runs his fingers through your hair.

“i love you too..” you murmur, your voice course from not so long ago. Anakin chuckles softly at the sound of your voice. “cmon, lemme get you some hot tea to soothe your throat, yeah?” Anakin responds quietly and kisses you.

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin x reader #hayden christensen #star wars smut #hayden christensen x y/n #anakin smut

[julsvu]

hiiii :3 can i request blue lock bachira x f!reader hcs where his s/o is really sweet and all lovey-dovey towards him or maybe just bachira boyfriend headcanons in general? he’s so cute i’d conquer the world if he asked…‎ ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ love your account btw~ thank you and have a good day/night!!

fem! reader

💬: hi!! tysm for requesting, i love bachira so much :3 i hope you have a nice week anon (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ you are so real I'd conquer the world if bachira asked me to, too

📒: fluff

meguru bachira boyfriend hcs

no shame at all. he WILL be all over you even in public, giving you cheek kisses and hugs especially

he always does it with a big goofy grin on his face too

if you return his energy, his grin would somehow be bigger?? he's the human embodiment of ":D"

LOVES LOVES rambling to you, or telling you random stuff in general

probably spams your texts a lot

he's the type to try loads of random filters while on video call

u could be telling a story and he'd be having a tiger filter on (he also makes random facial expressions to test how much the filter can go)

VERY VERY TOUCHY, if u dont want him giving u kisses in public, he can stick to holding your hand and literally glueing himself to you, when you guys sit beside each other, he makes sure your thighs or legs are touching

mans is the type to wait for you outside the bathroom

HE FOLLOWS U EVERYWHERE

loves giving you his sweaters, and vice versa!!

sometimes he steals your hoodies

HE WALKS AROUND SO CASUALLY WITH IT TOO

he'd be all "I don't know, love! i hope you find them soon, though :D" when you ask him where your hoodies are

his friends, esp isagi, knows absolutely everything about you

he rambles about you a lot 😭😭

"did you know (name) is really pretty? and!-" cue him infodumping for at least 45 minutes, take a huge deep breath and proceed his infodump once again

he's vv supportive in whatever u do

if u like soccer like him, he always teaches u how to do tricks and stuff

he gets so excited whenever he plays with u too

mans is having the time of his life

wants to own a small apartment with you and your future 50 cats (half of them are named meguru jr...)

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

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[leviathans-watching]

can i request a continuation of this post: (https://www.tumblr.com/leviathans-watching/655248256619724800/brothers-or-datables-with-an-mc-whos-given) if u havent already done so ? n if u have done a continuation than can u link me to the post :) ? thank

finally calling the dateables by a pet name

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: this was a blast from the past! i hope you enjoy!!! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hi

please reblog this yall

➳ diavolo frowns, thinking about your behavior towards him. you weren’t acting strange, warm and kind to him as ever, but he can’t help but feel a distance from you when he considers how intimately and familiarly you call everyone else. “what are you thinking so hard about?” you tease gently, giving him a smile, and his frown deepens. should he say anything? or would that be childish? you roll your eyes. “just spit it out,” you chasten, and so he does. “i was just thinking about how you never call me by a pet name. it’s not fair.” you can’t help but laugh; considering everything the demon lord and acting demon king has to focus on, he’s hung up on this? “you want me to? i just thought you might find it rude for me to discard your title. but i can call you by a pet name–in fact, i’d be glad to. how does ‘tiger’ sound?”

➳ barbatos adjusts his collar slightly, unable to pinpoint why he’s so irritated. all you’d done is paused in your conversation with him to ask simeon to get something, weaponizing your pet name for him to make the job get done faster. oh, that was it. you’ve never once weaponized a pet name against him. he doesn’t know what kind of face he makes at the realization, but you notice something’s wrong and give him a questioning look. barbatos smiles thinly. “sorry, i hope you don’t mind the request, but can you call me a pet name? i’m afraid i’m feeling a little left out.” you blink at him, and he grows somewhat self-conscious. “sorry, forget it, it was a weird ask of you.” “no!” you hasten to reassure him. “absolutely, i will. now, baby, will you go help simeon? i think he’s struggling.”

➳ simeon hasn’t really, you know, dated before. so it’s not unusual for him to do research, making sure he’s being a good boyfriend by looking at the most reputable of resources: teen girl magazines. but when he finds an article about ‘picking the perfect pet name for your partner’, he realizes you’ve never once called one another by a pet name. you call the others familiarly, but not him… he does what anyone would do and sets out to remedy that. “hey, mc,” he begins, “do you think we could call one another by pet names? this article says it’s a good way to further a relationship and deepen the bonds between a pair.” “just what are you reading?” you ask with a chuckle, but give in, quite liking the idea. “how does ‘sweetheart’ sound?”

➳ solomon puts at you. “call me by a pet name! you call everyone else one but are only rude to me! it’s not fair!” you raise your brows. “fine. i had a few i wanted to try out anyway.” your easy agreement should have been a sign; you spend the next few days calling him every variation of pet name. it’s funny when you call him ‘studly’, mildly embarrassing when you shout ‘snuggle buggle’ across the cafeteria, and just plain annoying when you refer to him as ‘shortcake’ for an entire conversation. he gets back at you when you call him ‘wild thing’, stating, truthfully, that he likes that one and it’s a keeper. “fine, wild thing,” you smirk. “love you.” “i love you too, sugar plum,” he says, enjoying how your face contorts.

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[uplatterme]

Oh, Dear Detective! II

cw: heizou x reader, gn!reader, fatui!reader, oooo first kiss how scandalous 👀

a/n: i lowkey feel like rewriting the first one now since i made it as a one-off and u can see how much effort i put into this one than the other 💀 also, ill see how this one does and see if i should make it into a series!

Part I | Commissions

tags: @forgotten-blues, @elaineiris, @zanpastries

Your sudden absence from Inazuma didn’t slip out of Heizou’s mind. The last time he saw you was a week ago, which was quite concerning as you always somehow managed to find wherever he is at all times. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reciprocate that despite him being a professional with these sort of things.

It was as if you never existed to begin with, if not for the hair tie that you left him from before. He wondered if he did something wrong but everything seemed normal that day. You weren’t acting suspicious at all, nor did you have any reason for leaving him without a word. 

So what was our dear detective’s decision?

“Kidnapped. I think (Name)’s been kidnapped.”

“What?! How could that be?!” Paimon exclaimed.

“It’s only a theory for now. I’ve got no one else to ask, which is why I’m turning to you, Traveler.” He explained, it was supposed to be expected. Heizou has made enemies by being a detective. It would only make sense that someone had taken you because of him.

Staring at the hair tie on his wrist, he planted a soft kiss and promised that no matter what, he would find you and make whoever did this pay.

“Still as heartless as ever, (Name).” Pantalone stated.

“It was a shame, but it’s what I do best. Besides, I’d never get with someone who’s working under the murderer of Rosalyne.” You walked right next to him, getting a cigarette out from your pockets. Something to keep you warm against Snezhnaya’s freezing temperature. 

Heizou would always keep you warm.

“Scaramouche is heading back to Liyue. I don’t know why but that’s what I’ve gathered.” The mere mention of Liyue had a certain ginger look over to you but you paid no mind.

Pulcinella joined your conversation as the others mourn the tragic death that’s once again caused by a so-called God. “Work is off for now, (Name). How was it?”

“How was what?”

“Inazuma.” He clarified.

“It is very different compared to here but I did enjoy the trip. The food was quite good and–” You quickly stop yourself almost making the mistake of having his name slip out of your mouth.

Mistake? 

How would that be a mistake? It didn’t matter to you anymore, your job was done. This was for the Tsaritsa, for Rosalyne, and for everyone here who’s suffered due to an archon’s wrongdoing. 

“I don’t think I could ever live in that country.”

“Hmmm… So, (Name) really didn’t say anything?” Paimon questioned, trailing behind the two.

“No, they always say something if they’re going anywhere but it’s been a week.” 

Aether stopped in his tracks, an idea coming to him. “Commission.”

“I would like the others to help out. However, they’re not particularly fond of the commission.” He remembered having to tug you away, afraid that you’d start a fight with the General. It was funny reminiscing about it now but he was in panic at the time. 

It was incredible in itself actually. You spend so much time with him but he barely knows where to start. “(Name)’s a great detective too. I’m sure if they got taken then they would’ve left something.”

“Excuse me?” Heizou uttered back to Aether. 

Paimon backed away, sensing the unnerving tension.

The blonde sighed, “I’m not saying that (Name) left on their own. There might be clues that we’ve overlooked.”

He felt insulted. Both with the fact that he was distrusting you and his detective skills. Him? Miss a clue? He could never. 

“Right! Maybe they just went fishing is all!” Paimon laughed awkwardly, trying to make a space between them.

Days passed but everything remained the same and Heizou laid down on his futon restless. He can still feel your hands pinning his wrists down. His partner went out of nowhere and all the Commission could do was put missing posters across the country. How would that help at all? He finally understood why you always felt annoyed. The detective’s frustration flowed through his veins.

All he had of you was that stupid hair tie.

It wasn’t blackmail. If it was, then he’d be contacted by now. What’s the use of his skills if he can’t even find you? What’s the use if you’re not there every time to praise him and remind him when he’s overworking himself?

He missed you.

His thoughts rendered back to the first time you worked together. You were like a dog who’s ready to bite off his head and he’s seen a taroumaru on the loose once without dinner.

“I’m Heizou, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.”

“I know.”

He introduced himself in hopes that he’d get a handshake in return but you didn’t even say your name at all. He had to find that out himself.

Well, he’s dealt with much ruder clients. He would be able to handle you.

“Can you stop that? It’s distracting.” You have been relentlessly tapping your shoe on the ground and staring at the board with no further progress on the investigation.

“You act like you’ve been doing anything.” You said, standing from your chair and looking directly in his eyes.

He scoffed. “And you have? I’ve done everything, from interviewing and getting our client’s alibi.”

“Yet, you can’t still solve it…” His patience continued to thin, you were supposed to be working together, not whatever this was?

“Someone’s said that I’m not easy to get along with but I’ve never thought anyone else could top that.”

You sighed, you wanted to get home as soon as possible. Not whatever this was, you just needed to finish your mission then you’d sail away and never come back.

“Why don’t you try looking at it another way, Mr. Detective?”

“Like what?–”

He stumbled off his chair, eyes widened full of surprise. He would’ve never seen this once coming at all.

A deep kiss from you as you held his chin.

Heizou was stunned, unable to find the right words to say next.

He didn’t need a mirror to see how red he was. “(N-Name)! I don’t see how this is helping!”

You threw him a folder to which he confusedly looked at. “I’ve read this one.”

“No, you haven’t. I got this one from the client’s twin.”

With scrunched up eyebrows, he read the file. He never knew that there was another person involved. Yet, here you were presenting evidence out of thin air.

“How?”

“Sometimes, clues are buried deep in snow.”

He laughed at your answer. “That’s a weird way of phrasing it but alright.”

“Let’s catch this scum.”

“Sometimes, clues are buried deep in snow.” He repeated to himself and looked once more at the hair tie you gave him.

He’d never seen this design before, nor the cloth it was made from. Running as quick as he can to his book shelf, he searched until he finally found it.

Snow. This tie.

It was as if the pieces were there but he had no way of putting it together.

Snezhnaya. The fatui.

Shit.

“Why are you involved with the fatui, (Name)?”

“(Name).”

“Sir Pierro.” You bowed your head from his sudden call. You’ve never actually spoken before with him as you worked under Signora.

He nodded, allowing you to raise your head. Your heartbeat beating fast as you await the rest of his words.

“It’s a shame of what happened. I know how close the two of you were.”

“Yes, she was like family.” You answered, still not knowing where this was about to go.

“That being said…”

“How would you like to be a candidate as a member of the Harbingers?”

#sub genshin impact #sub genshin #dom reader #dom!reader #plattered writings #genshin impact smut #heizou #heizou x reader #sub heizou #sub!heizou #genshin x reader #genshin impact

[hxney-lemcn]

Falling For U— Josuke Higashikata x gn! reader

summery: Seeing things that others didn't was a normal part of your day. Until you find a group of delinquents that end up seeing your own stand. Who knew that you'd end up falling for one in particular.

tw: mentions death (reader can see ghosts)

a/n: Guys please I need more Josuke fics. More ace spec reader Josuke fics too. I'm finding it harder to write right now, but I somehow managed to get this out. (So please excuse the shitty transitions).

wc: 5.1k

Master List

It was another regular day. Focusing on school work while trying to ignore the stares and whispering of the beings around me. I’ve been able to see these figures for as long as I can remember. I learned quickly to keep my mouth shut about them when I got in trouble for scaring not only my classmates when I was 6, but my parents as well. I also learned that these beings were ghosts, and I was somehow able to communicate with them. 

A being that stood out seemed to come at will. They’d help me communicate with the ghosts when I couldn’t do it outright. The weird part being that they didn’t look like any of the other ghosts. It was a translucent misty blue being that was wearing a dark gray suit along with a white skull mask. 

I tapped my pencil to my notebook to the tune that’s been playing in my head on repeat at the moment. My eyes drifted from the teacher to my old pet that laid next to my desk. There were some perks to my ability, and that was getting to see my pets that have passed away. It always felt bittersweet to see them still following me in their afterlife. If only I could still pet them…

My thoughts halted when the bell rang. I put my stuff in my bag as quickly as I could, ready to finally go home. I walked with my friends to the gate and we all shared our goodbyes, going our separate ways. Feeling hungry, I decided to stop at a cafe that was on my way home. Just a quick in and out, it’s not like I was going there to hang out. But entering the cafe, it held a nice atmosphere that made me want to just…rest there for a bit. Would it be weird for me to eat here alone? 

I tensed as I noticed a group of students in the familiar uniform. Yeah never mind. I didn’t really know them, one of them was in my class and I knew they were friends. I mean I’ve heard rumors about them, how they’re delinquents, but everyone knew Koichi was a top notch student so I took all the information with a grain of salt. 

After giving my order and paying, I took a seat next to the pick up counter. I stared out the window closest to me, waiting to hear my name called. Suddenly, that familiar blue mist appeared and I kept my gaze to where the window would be. I didn’t want people to think I was crazy. Something in my being told me that it’s name was GhostBuster, but I found the name too humorous to take seriously. 

‘Someone wants to know if their child is okay,’ The figure signed in my line of sight. My grandma taught me sign language at a young age and I was fascinated with it. But no one else really knew how to speak in sign around me so I’d like to teach my friends small phrases if they were interested enough. GhostBuster, I suppose I will call the figure, also seemed to know sign, as they spoke to me with it first. It was a great way to communicate without seeming crazy since most of the signs could be done against a table. 

‘Give me the information and I will look into them,’ I signed back against the table. Since I was able to see the dead, from a young age I was bombarded with pleas and wishes for me to pass on messages to their loved ones or to commit acts of revenge for them. I didn’t want to do either, as having a total stranger bring up their deceased loved one didn’t seem like a good decision. But if they wanted me to keep them updated about whatever, I didn’t mind going to the library and doing some research. 

My name was called and I couldn’t help but feel eyes follow me. After I grabbed my bag of food, I ducked my head down and walked out. 

After that day I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched constantly, and this time it was by someone living. And I couldn’t help but notice that I’ve been seeing Koichi and his friends around more often. I ignored it though, I mean Koichi was in my class so I was obviously going to see that friend group a bit. But I noticed their eyes follow me and I didn’t like it one bit. 

I always tried to keep to myself. A total wallflower if you will. I didn’t like standing out. I had my little group of friends I had at school and I stuck to my homework and hobbies after, well as long as I wasn’t working. It was easy to notice them, as no one really looks at me twice, and their stares made my skin prick with anxiety. Did I do something wrong? Do I look weird? Did I do something to upset them? Are they going to beat me up?

I shook the thought out of my head. Yeah I’ve heard rumors of them beating up kids without lifting a finger, but those stories were so far-fetched it was hard to believe. GhostBuster appeared once more during lunch, and those damned stares started to burn. I tried to look at them from the corner of my eye, but I could only catch one of them. Josuke, the most infamous one out of the group, but he wasn’t looking at me…he was looking at GhostBuster. The misty being disappeared as I tensed up. Could they see them? The being that’s been with me since forever? Was that what they were looking for everytime I passed by? Am I in danger now that they have seen it? 

I shifted my focus back on my friends, trying to tune out the ringing in my ears. I’ve always thought I was alone, that I was the only one with strange abilities…did they have them too? Is that where all the crazy rumors have been coming from? It would make a bit more sense. 

The bell ringing signaling the end of the day brought little relief. I just wanted to go home and destress from everything. Maybe play some video games or watch some t.v. I scurried out of class, head down and sticking to the walls. I didn’t even meet my friends, I was too on edge at the moment. 

“Hey!” I glanced up, not sure if that was directed towards me. I froze when I saw Josuke, Koichi, and Okuyasu. I glanced behind me, just in case they were calling for someone else, but I knew that wasn’t the case due to their eyes boring holes into me. 

“Wanna go to St. Gentleman’s with us?” Josuke asked, a nonchalant look on his face. 

I felt confused, looking around once more just to double check before pointing to myself, “Me?”

“Yeah, who else?” Okuyasu asked with a condescending look (it wasn’t exactly mean, more confused than anything). 

I shrugged, shoulders rising in tension, “I don’t know.” I was completely out of my element. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” Josuke shrugged, hands in his pockets. 

I stared at the three for a second not sure what to say, but for some reason I found myself agreeing. Okuyasu and Josuke led while Koichi strayed behind, next to me.

“I hope we didn’t scare you,” The short boy spoke up. “We just haven’t had many good experiences with other stand users.”

My face scrunched in confusion and I turned to look at him, “Stand users?”

“Yeah,” Koichi nodded. “You know, that thing that was…talking to you during lunch.”

My gaze drifted towards the glassy eyes of the dead that turned to stare at our strange group in curiosity. I looked back at Koichi, “A lot of people try to talk to me. Well…people that others can’t see.”

It was Koichi’s turn to look at me confused, but before he could ask anything, we arrived at St. Gentlemens. We all put our orders in before sitting at a table for four. Koichi finally asked about these people but first had to catch the other two up in our previous conversation. 

“Ghosts,” I clarified finally as they all stared at me intently. “I can see ghosts, can you see them too?” I glanced over Josuke’s shoulder, a woman in an old 50’s looking waitress uniform stood behind him, a tired smile worked its way on her face when we made eye contact. 

“Nah,” Josuke shrugged, trying to seem chill, but he glanced over his shoulder and met my eyes shakily. “There’s one right behind him isn’t there?” 

I smiled slightly, “She seems nice.” Suddenly, my supposed stand came out and listened as the woman whispered to it. It then approached me and signed what she said.

“What’s it doing?” Okuyasu asked. I forgot they were there. All their eyes fell onto my stand and I couldn’t help but feel flustered at what the old waitress was implying.

“Telling me what she said,” I replied, trying to casually glance out the window.

“What did she say?” Josuke joined, curiosity working into his expression. 

I felt myself slightly fluster, looking towards the boy next to me with shining blue eyes and that unique pompadour. I opened my mouth but I hesitated, it was kinda embarrassing, “...she said…w-we’d make a cute couple.”

I can admit when someone was attractive, and Josuke fit that bill to a T, if the hordes of fangirls I had to pass in the hallways didn’t say anything. But I never talked to him before and I didn’t know him well enough to even think of him romantically. 

Okuyasu let out an obnoxious laugh and Koichi even seemed like he couldn’t hold his chuckles in as Josuke burned bright red. 

“What do your stands do?” I asked, wanting to change the subject. Okuyasu showed his off first, going on and on about its abilities and the many stories of how it saved him to mundane things it helped him with. Then Koichi showed his stand off. Well…all three of them that is. He also explained his own abilities, but kept it sweet and short. 

Finally, Josuke had recovered and told me all about his stand. Showing it off and even demonstrating its powers on a cut I got earlier that morning from my pet. I stared in awe, the cut seemingly vanished in thin air. 

After that, I seemed to have grown closer to the small group of friends. They invited me into group activities more often and both of our friend groups seemed to have joined together, at least for lunch. 

Though I was growing close to one person in particular. Of course that person was going to be Josuke. It didn’t help that those words that the ghost said were ingrained in my head now. Josuke would hang out with me a bit more than the others and the first thought was ‘is he interested in me?’, but I would quickly shake the thought away. I was just looking into everything a bit too hard now. It didn’t help that when Josuke would pull me away to do something, the others would laugh behind us. 

Not to mention that our conversations have been steering towards dating and romantic topics in general. I wish my heart didn’t beat faster when he watched me intently when I explained how I felt about relationships. How I would want to take it slow but I didn’t really have any experience so I wasn’t sure how all that stuff works anyways. My hopeless romantic side was showing greatly as I would make scenarios of what may happen that day, or what it would be like to hold him/be held. 

He also told me how he was looking for the one, and didn’t really want any flings. I agreed with him and our values on romantic relationships seemed to be shared. Which only made me seem to fall further for him, as I didn’t expect someone to share the same beliefs. Yes you heard me correctly, I can’t deny it anymore, I’ve fully fallen for him. I wouldn’t say love, but I haven’t had a crush this strong before. 

“Are you doing anything for Valentine's day?” My friend asked me as we stood outside before school. 

“Nah,” I shook my head, shifting my bag on my shoulder to a comfier position. 

“Really?” They asked skeptically. “Nothing with Josuke?”

I stared at them, feeling myself flustered, “What would I be doing with Josuke?” 

They raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “Confessing to him.” 

I tensed and my face felt like it was on fire, “No way. It’s not like he likes me like that anyways.”

Before my friend could retort, Josuke seemed to have entered the grounds. I couldn’t really see him, but the horde of fans told everything. I looked back to my friend and raised an eyebrow at the scenario.

“I also don’t want him to think of me as just another fan,” I huffed. 

“I don’t think he’d group you with them,” My friend shrugged. “You two are close now, you’re on a level that his fans aren’t.”

I didn’t think about that. Yeah I was his friend, but I suppose that I was afraid that if I did confess, that his view of me would lower and he’d stop wanting to be friends. Which doesn’t sound like Josuke, I know, but the anxiety still lingered. But now I kinda did want to do something now. Not some grand gesture, just a small thing. Maybe make something small and a note. I could buy my friends some candy as well to use as a cover up in case he didn’t like me back…

The day came quicker than I liked. I trudged to school, my bag heavier than normal with the treats it carried. I started to second guess myself, I could always just eat it all myself. Not the candy I got for my friends…but the chocolate covered strawberries I made for Josuke. I could always just give some of the candy in my bag to him instead. Rip the note to shreds and throw it away. 

No, I shook my head. I’ve gone this far, I can always fall onto my cover story just in case. I could pinpoint Josuke easily due to people swarming him like flies. Once again, that little voice of doubt flooded my mind. He’s already being bombarded, I don’t want to add to it. 

“Oi, (y/n)!” A familiar voice shouted. “Over here!” I turned towards Okuyasu, Koichi waving at me from beside him. I joined the two surprised to not see Yukako or Koichi covered in gifts yet. 

“Hey,” I greeted back as I approached them. “I got you guys something.”

Okuyasu’s eyes seemed to shine brightly as I rummaged through my bag and handed them each a little bag of candies. Josuke finally approached us and peered at us curiously, “What’cha guys got there?”

“Thank you so much (y/n)!” Okuyasu yelled, pulling me into a suffocating hug trying to hold back tears. “You’re the best!”

I patted his back and chuckled at his reaction, “I wanted to get you all something for being such great friends.”

Once Okuyasu let go, Josuke peaked his head into my view, “You got us all something?”

I drew in a deep breath, it was now or never I suppose. As the two others were preoccupied digging through their candy bags I quickly took out the small box with the note taped to the top. I thrust it into Josuke’s hands and brought my finger up to my lips in a ‘shh’ motion.

“Don’t tell the others but I got you something a little extra,” I joked lightly, hoping I came off as I normally do. I noticed he started to read the note and I quickly slapped my hand over it, drawing attention to us but I was too anxious to care. “Read that later!” I spluttered, feeling my heart race. I’d rather him read that when I’m far away and can’t see his reaction.

I glanced at my watch, noticing class was going to start soon. I waved goodbye to the group, not taking a second glance. If only I did, because I would’ve been met with Josuke staring at me in adoration, a rosy pink settling on his cheeks. 

The day seemed to drag by and I tried to ignore that I totally confessed to Josuke that morning, even if it was indirectly in a note. It was the first question my friend asked and I begrudgingly told them about what I did. It was a nice distraction when Yukako showed up and poured a load of gifts on Koichi, giving him a short kiss on the cheek as a finale. 

I felt a sort of jealousy setting in the pit of my stomach. That kind of relationship is what I longed for. I suppose not the stalking and kidnapping part…or the obsession… Okay so maybe their relationship wasn’t perfect at first, but they seemed to be working through it together. 

I tried to ignore the glances Josuke would give me during lunch. He totally read the note. God, and he totally knew my intentions too. I shouldn’t have given it to him. I picked at my food as my friends swapped candies they liked. My best friend, knowing exactly what prediction I was in wiggled their eyebrows.

“Oh he totally got the message,” They grinned smugly. I groaned and hit my head on the table. “It’s not that bad. He can’t keep his eyes off of you even with all the people confessing to him.”

“Of course he’s going to be,” I frowned. “I’m his friend so he’s gonna feel different about rejecting me.” 

“More like accepting you,” They nudged me. 

I just rolled my eyes, not feeling hopeful. I just hope I didn’t ruin a great friendship. The second half of class went by faster as I focused on school work. Bell rang and I was the second student to turn their paper in to the teacher and leave. Once again I was going to run out and hopefully not run into the person I was dreading to see. But of course life had a way of squashing my plans.

A pink and baby blue figure stood in front of me, arms crossed and a stoic gaze rested on me. I quickly snapped my head back to a normal angle, I hate being able to see things that others can’t sometimes, I hope no one saw and thought I was weird. I slowly turned my head around as Josuke pushed past other students, charmingly excusing himself. 

“(Y/n),” Josuke panted slightly, waving at me. “Hold up!” 

I stood in place as he finally approached me, “It’s not like I had much of a choice.” 

Josuke grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, “Well I know you have a tendency to run off and I wanted to make sure I caught up to you this time.”

I wanted to shrink, am I that predictable? Did he really notice that? Does that mean he pays attention to me? I shrugged, not sure why he wanted to catch me so badly after school…okay maybe he does have a reason but I’d rather forget I did anything. 

“Is it cool if I walk you home?” Josuke asked breezily, a charming smile resting on his lips.

Damn him, damn him for stirring up all these fluttery, confusing, warm feelings. I hated it. I hated but loved it. I just wanted to throw the damn feelings away, not wanting to waste time on one-sided pining, but on the other hand I wanted to bask in the warmth these feelings brought. To indulge myself in something I wasn’t sure I was able to have. 

“Sure,” I shrugged again. Just pretend like nothing has changed. That’ll fix everything…totally. Josuke’s grin somehow widened and he nodded. 

I hated that white day was a month after Valentine’s day. Josuke was being much more affectionate towards me lately and his fans didn’t seem too happy. Not that I really cared about them but still, it was uncomfortable. I mean the gestures Josuke did could still be viewed as platonic. It was mostly hugs, resting his arm on my head/shoulder, and on the rareish occasion he’d hold my hand. 

It would make my heart flutter every time. He didn’t bring up the gift I gave him, and I thought that’s what I wanted, but slowly I realized I wanted closure. I’d rather be straight out rejected than this weird little dance we shared of not speaking our feelings. It was giving me hope, something I didn’t like in a situation I felt so uncertain in. 

It was a constant thought in the back of my mind, but it slowly faded as school and work once more took priority. I nearly forgot about the whole ordeal when white day came around. Josuke being more affectionate being a new norm that people just didn’t comment on anymore. And without my friends pointing it out, it became something I grew accustomed to. The flutter in my stomach never left, but I grew used to the feeling. 

“Oh!” I said in shock as Okuyasu handed me a small teddy bear and a small box of chocolates. “Y-you didn’t have to get me this.” 

Okuyasu grinned sheepishly, a small blush on his tanned cheeks, “I never got a gift on Valentines day, even just from a friend. So I wanted to return the favor!”

A giant smile spread across my face, “Well thank you, Oku. It means a lot.”

Koichi handed me a small baggie of candy, similar to the ones I gave him, “I know it’s not as much as the other two got you…”

My eyebrows furrowed as Josuke hadn't given me anything, but decided to brush it off, “It’s alright, I wasn’t expecting anything in return. Besides, I’d rather not get on Yukako’s bad side.” The three of us shivered at the thought. 

The small (okay maybe it grew a lot) glimmer of hope I had that Josuke would reciprocate my confession slowly dissipated throughout the day. It felt like a knife in my heart when I realized I wasn’t the only one waiting for something from Josuke. I truly was just like his fans. I felt cold as I zoned out the teacher’s lecture. Once again, I just wanted to go home and avoid people. I really was predictable. 

I packed my bags slowly as the bell rang. Everyone shuffling around me. This time, I’ll try to wait out Josuke if he was planning on catching me again. I made my way to the band room. My friends would hang out there for a bit after school so I thought I might as well join them. 

“So, how’d it go?” My friend asked, a giant grin on their face. 

I simply looked away with a frown, “How’d what go?”

Their grin fell, “Well Josuke’s an idiot. He can’t just lead you on and do nothing!” I shrugged, my other friends tuning into our conversation. 

“Yeah, don’t get hung up on a guy that isn’t taking your feelings seriously,” My other friend chimed in. 

My heart felt a little lighter at the support of my friends and I smiled bitterly, “Well, Okuyasu got me a cute teddy.” I pulled out the small plushie and the others pointed out how it wasn’t all bad today. I decided to try and focus on the good of today. I got a few things today, I got to hang out with my friends, I got a good score on that one test. Though that small pang was still there. 

The door slid open and Josuke popped into the room, looking a bit frazzled. His eyes scanned the room and when they fell on me they lit up. But my friends weren’t really having it. Their stares held a bit of hostility, but they didn’t do anything more. I, myself, didn’t have the most pleased look. 

“Hey,” He greeted, fully coming into the room, either ignoring the tense atmosphere or not even realizing there was one. “I was wondering where you were. I, uh, was wondering if you’d wanna come to Trattoria Trussardi with me.”

“That one Italian restaurant?” I asked, feeling my heart skip a beat. I hated how he had such an influence on my emotions. My friend elbowed my side and I glared at them. “I suppose I have nothing better to do,” I shrugged, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

“Great!” Josuke shouted, before flushing red and seeming to correct himself. “I-I mean cool, cool.” 

His grin shined through still along with his fading blush. Taking a hand out of his pocket, he held it out towards me and I grabbed it without much thought. I grabbed my bag and glared at my friends as they snickered at us. 

Somehow, with all these feelings bubbling inside of me, Josuke and I managed to slide into a comfortable conversation. He seemed a bit more bashful than usual, stuttering over himself. I showed him the teddy that Okuyasu gifted me when I told him about my day. 

His face contorted into a frown, “So he has enough extra money to buy you something, but when I ask to borrow some he magically doesn’t have any.” 

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, teasing him I replied, “I guess I’m his favorite now.”

Josuke’s frown turned into a pout, “Is he your favorite?”

When I met those diamond like eyes of his, my heart stuttered. My instinct was to deny it, but maybe I should tease him a bit more for dragging this all out today.

“Maybe,” I replied, looking away to conceal the smile that was nearly splitting at the seams. 

“(Y/nnnn),” Josuke drew out the last syllables of my name. He draped himself over my back, arms sliding over my shoulders and tucking his head in the crook of my neck. I felt myself tense, but forced my shoulders back down into a relaxed position so Josuke didn't pull back. I don’t want him to think I hate his affection, I’m just not used to such actions. “That note you wrote was for me, wasn’t it?” I could feel the smile form on his lips before he pulled away, standing taller than before with newfound confidence. Smug bastard. 

I crossed my arms, not wanting to feed into his ego but not being to deny it either, “I think I might retract it.” 

Before he could protest, we finally came into view. I went to open the door, but Josuke raced me and opened it for me instead. I gave him a weird look but didn’t say anything. Luckily, a table was open and Josuke once again rushed to pull out the seat for me. He seemed a lot more jumpy now, the situation finally sinking in. 

I looked around the restaurant, not sure what to do. There wasn’t any menu, but I’ve only heard good things about this place. People being cured of aches, acne, fatigue, and so much more. It quickly grew into popularity, so I was extra surprised when we got in without a hitch. 

“He’s a stand user,” Josuke spoke up, speaking about the owner of the place. 

“Wow,” My eyes widened. “There’s more stand users here than I thought there would be.”

Josuke nodded, tapping his fingers on the table before changing the subject, “Thank you, for the note and the strawberries.” 

“That feels like ages ago,” I waved him off with a forced laugh. “No need to thank me. You’re my friend, of course I was gonna get you something.”

Josuke seemed to falter, but I pretended like I didn’t notice, “Seemed like a bit more than what just a friend would say.”

I tapped against the table now. I wanted to talk about it, but now I wanted to go back to ignoring it. I glanced at Josuke, his eyes seeming to search for something in my expression. The waiter, I learned named Tonio, put two plates of food in front of the two of us. He smiled at us, wishing us a good meal before leaving. I turned my attention to my food. I wasn’t completely sure what it was, but it smelled good.

No wonder I always found myself single. I’m acting like a child. But ignoring my feelings has always been easier than bearing my heart. I shoved food in my mouth while I internally berated myself. Wow, this was really good food!

“I like holding you,” Josuke said quietly. I tensed as he referenced the stupidly cheesy part of my note where I admitted to enjoying affection. “Your hands seem to fit perfectly in mine, your smile takes my breath away, and everytime you laugh at one of my stupid jokes I feel like I’m on top of the world.” I felt my cheeks warm at his confession and I slowly raised my head up to meet his gaze. It was intense, fiery passion clear in his unwavering crystal gaze. 

“You’re always so kind to us all, you give more than you take,” He continued, his eyes softening. At that moment, it felt like the world came to a halt. I suddenly felt seen, heard, cared about. Josuke took my hand into his own on top of the table, “I found myself falling for you faster than I could process. So when you handed me that small box and note, I was overwhelmed. I still have the note, I don’t think I could ever throw it away because I knew that you were bearing your heart to me, and trusted me with your feelings.”

I squeezed his hand lightly, not sure how to process this information. It was like a dream come true. I wasn’t sure if I could handle much more of his praises though, as I started feeling a bit light headed…or was that the food’s doing?

“A-ah, I’m rambling,” Josuke chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “I guess what I’m trying to get at is that I like you too, (y/n). And it would make my world if you’d agree to be my partner.”

Suddenly, the world grew fuzzy and I squinted my eyes. I could barely make out Josuke’s blurry face before the world snapped back into focus, much clearer than before. I looked around in awe, finally meeting the piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold me in place. 

“I would love to,” I agreed, smiling sheepishly. 

That damn waitress is going to rub it in next time we go to St. Gentlemens.

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hi I love your work so much !! and I wanted to know if I could request (not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m not all too familiar with tumblr) a Thomas Shelby imagine where y/n cut ties with her family long before she meet tommy, married him, had kids, etc ya kno her happy ending and they track her down to arrow house like “ya there’s probably a maid here that goes by y/n were just gonna be taking her with us” and tommy goes all protective husband mode like “no she’s the lady of this house and MY wife” thank you and luv u

Oh sweet Anon! Thank you so much! It makes me happy to hear it. I’ve jumped the queue a bit to do this cause I was particularly in the mood for it today!

November.

The morning was cold as you donned your coat and made your way to your husbands office before heading in to town.

You knocked, but entered without waiting for a response, opening drawers and searching for a pen while he finished a phone call.

“Where are you off to?” He asked as he returned the phone to the receiver, fingers creeping under your wool coat to warm your lower back, although it seemed to be you warming him with how cold his hands were.

“I’ve a doctor appointment and I figured while I was in town I would finish gathering presents for the kids and pay the charge account at Lewis’ and the grocer.”

“I know two of the things on that list Frances said she would take care of, eh?”

You smiled as his hands roamed your stomach. Under the right dress no one could tell yet, but you were roughly four months along with the fifth child between the two of you. All together a household of eight, caring for Tommy’s first child like your own. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I need to get out. I can’t stay held up here for nine months, love.” You bent to kiss his cheek and offered the pen to him, and he signed the three checks without much more of a question about how you’d be spending the day.

He had teased you for your frugality, but you could tell he secretly enjoyed the way you planned, picking up presents for under the tree throughout the year made it easier to wrap and hide them, although Frances was usually your accomplice in that regard.

Stopping by Lewis’s after the doctor, there was a new girl working at the counter that, due to your unfortunately short patience with the cold and lack of bladder retention, was frustrating you.

“What did you say the name was on the account, ma’am?”

“Shelby.”

Footsteps echoed all around you as she looked through the stack of papers, pulling four folders, as you spied the one with your name.

“It’s that one.” You spoke, pointing at the one she held in her hand.

“Ma’am, the name on the check doesn’t match the name on the account.”

“Well the account is under my name, that’s why.”

She sighed, “Just give me a moment.”

She retreated in to the room behind the counter, emerging moments later after many hushed whispers with a concerned looking Betty, who usually took care of the transaction for you.

“I’m sorry ma’am.”

“It’s no trouble.” You reassured her.

“This is Mr. Shelby’s wife,” she whispered, “He doesn’t approve the charges on the account, which is why it isn’t in his name.”

The younger girl nodded, taking in the information.

Betty winked as she took the check and gave you the yellow copy of the receipt, marking it paid, as you departed with the two bags.

By the time you returned home, you were nothing short of exhausted. Mary entertained the smaller children upstairs, finally getting them to settle for a nap before helping you wrap the presents and put them with the others deep in the darkest part of the pantry.

Opting to spend the time before dinner resting, Tommy read the newspaper in the armchair at your feet while you drifted in and out of sleep.

You only woke when Frances spoke, “Mr. Shelby, I believe there’s a misunderstanding. There’s a man at the front door, but I told him I’d retrieve you to speak with him instead.”

He nodded, donning the holster he had shed before you took your nap, as uninvited guests to Arrow House weren’t a regular occurrence.

A minute or so later, you pulled on your sweater, trailing him to find out what was going on.

“I’m telling you,” the familiarity in the voice wasn’t lost on you after all these years, “your maid, the one that was at Lewis’ this morning, is my daughter! They were giving her problems paying the charge account. My other daughter was there and overheard part of the conversation. I’ve come to get her. She needs to come home.”

Tommy chuckled, your name leaving his lips, not calling to you, but reiterating it to your father who now you could see stood before him furious at how close you had been, but still out of his grasp for the last, what, 15 years. The fact your father thought he could force a grown woman to come home was almost amusing.

The posture your husband wore wasn’t unfamiliar at this point. His shoulders were squared, and you felt like a child peeking around the door and into the hallway at fighting parents.

Your husband was ready to fight over you.

You figured it would happen someday, but 15 years gone from home? It almost felt foolish.

“Your daughter isn’t me maid. She never has been,” he shook his head as he cleared his throat and lit a cigarette, before pulling the gun from the holster, it resting at his side, not yet with the intention to use it. “She’s the Lady of this house though, and she has been me wife for the last 10 years.”

Your father stared at him blankly, but you could see the tension wash over him. You could see the thought, that truly there was no way you had married up in class, residing here happily without another thought for your family.

“And if you don’t leave before she sees you,” he cocked the gun, still at his side, “from the stories I’ve heard of you, I have no problem putting a bullet through your head and having your body burned out by the river or thrown in the cut.”

You knew those words hadn’t been for your ears. He didn’t know you were watching and so he spoke freely. You slowly crept back down the hall, and once in the sitting room, made a mad dash for the Chesterfield. Frances came through the door as you shed your slippers and nestled back under the blanket.

“I was napping.” You told her sarcastically, her knowing smile as she set down the tea conveying an air of, of course Mrs. Shelby, as far as I know you’ve never moved from under that blanket, as you knicked one of the biscuits the girls baked earlier in the day.

Tommy sighed, the noise preceding his footsteps, and as he came through the door removed the holster and retuned it to the back of the chair in the sitting room as he took back over his paper.

“Who was it?” You feigned ignorance, and even if he didn’t, he chose to believe you.

He shrugged, “Just some delusional man, love. I think he was drunk. Lost,” he lied, his nose crinkling just so was his tell, but you’d never admit it. And he lied so well otherwise, but right now you’d say that you loved him for it, “but I gave him directions.”

A contented hmm left your lips with a shrug as you added sugar to the tea and continued on living your happy life.

#ava’s asks #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x yn #tommy shelby x reader

[gyuv1nist]

seat besties

sung hanbin x reader

you would never say you hated university. your course was great, you had a friend group that was also the best support group, and the best of all; your attendance didn't really matter- just as long as you did the work it was fine.

the look of disgust which woonggi sent you in the lecture hall was lethal. “i can’t believe you’re going to ‘seat bestie’ your way into his bed.”

“hey, i did not say that! i’m going to seat bestie my way into getting food with him, then get to know him more, you know like in a romantic way! correct me if i’m wrong but that’s called courting” you shot back, flashing a cheeky smile.

“i’d be surprised if you got anywhere past being able to sit next to him.” your friend, minji chuckled. you rolled your eyes and sunk into your chair.

“you guys are just jealous i don’t want you as my seat bestie.”

and before you knew it, you stood at the back of the classroom, tapping your foot and waiting for the tutor to put the seating arrangement on the screen. in the event in which you did sit next to him, it would be a win-win situation. your attendance will finally look presentable and you got to make it better whilst seeing your crush at the same time.

“are you unhappy with your seat?”

you were yanked out of your small trance and spun around, looking up at the voice. you quickly glanced and felt your heart fall to your stomach as you saw that name next to yours.

“oh! hanbin, hi!” great way to start. “i’m not unhappy, i was just deep in thought, let’s have a good term together.” you smiled, choosing to avoid eye contact with the attractive man in front of you and deciding to beeline straight for the table.

you sat down with him and before you know it, you were already bored out of your mind. it never made sense how professors would act as if the start of a new term meant that you didn’t do several others before. the clock was going extra slow and the slides just seemed to keep going and going. you had to do something before you went crazy.

you rummaged through your pencil case for a bit before finding a marker and flipped the useless schedule to the blank side.

‘since we’re seat besties now, do u wanna give me ur number so we can compare answers in the future? :p’

after hesitating a little bit, you brought your foot to his and gently tapped it, slowly edging the note towards him whilst keeping your eye contact straight ahead. this was way out of character; usually you would wait until someone asked for your number or just let the feelings dissolve but your boredom got the better of you. to your delight, the note was slipped back with more writing than you gave it with.

‘if you actually mean comparing answers sure! but if you just want to steal my answers that’s completely fine too. it’s 0XX-XXX-XXXX :) what other benefits do i get from being your seat bestie?’

deciding to ignore your most undoubtedly increasing heart rate, your pencil was quick to retouch the paper again.

‘you get endless hours of me complaining and maybe some snacks if i’m feeling nice. what do i get out of it??”

‘haha so excited about that. as for you, you get me. not to push my own buttons but if i were you i’d be quite satisfied with that.’

if there was any life on mars, they could for sure see you melt into your seat from the many light years they were away. you raised your eyebrows and looked at him, god knows how you didn’t pass out from the look he gave you back. unfortunately, the note passing made the class go by way too fast and you found yourself already packing away all your stuff.

“don’t make me regret listening to your request hanbin. i’ll let the note passing go this time but next time i will have you guys reading it outloud.” the professor shook his head as the both of you walked out of the room.

wait- what did he just say? what request? did he personally ask to be sat next to you?

“hey, what did he mean back there? what request did you make?” you asked, folding your arms. he quietly chuckled and put his hands up.

“i was hoping he’d not mention that but what’s the point in hiding it now? before this class, i decided to ask if we could be sat together. i heard some things about you being interested in me, and i’m not going to lie and say i’m not interested back.”

your legs locked like chains on a bike and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. “wait, how the fuck do you know?” hanbin kept walking as you took small steps forward.

“you know we are in the same lecture right?” he smiled, looking back at you whilst opening the exit to the building. you slowly nodded and edged closer to him. “to put it straight, you and your friends aren’t the quietest people.”

well shit.

“come on let’s go get some food, that’s what seat besties do no?”

#boys planet #boys planet 999 #sung hanbin #boys planet scenarios #boys planet imagines #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin imagines #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone

[heart-suguru]

love taste

geto suguru x reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: established relationship, body worship, smut, oral (female recieving) geto is kinda obsessed with u, small mention of a daddy kink

Suguru came home early today.

When he walked through the front door, he was surprised to not see you resting leisurely in the living room, draped across the couch in your usual spot. He peeks his head into the kitchen briefly only to see you’re also not there. It’s not until he walks further down the hallway that he hears the fleeting sound of your presence.

Sweet little hums of a song he doesn’t know entrances him to walk further down the hall and seek you out. He calls out your name once he enters the bedroom, setting down his belongings on the wooden dresser on his side of the bed.

“Just a sec!” You reply from behind the door of the connected bathroom.

Suguru hums in reply, sitting down on the springy mattress and bending over to rid himself of his shoes. It gives you enough time to exit the bathroom and walk over to him with a smile on your face.

Your boyfriend peers up at you through the loose strands on his raven hair that have fallen from his accustomed up-do. The first thing he notices is your fluffy bathrobe as he sits upright again. You must have taken a shower because your whole presence smells like the color pink.

“You’re home early,” You say, leaning in for a small kiss.

Geto blinks at you as you pull away. He sees that despite your robe, your makeup is done. Pretty tones of color that flawlessly accentuates your skin are brushed and applied across your face, your hair is also fixed nicely, further drawing attention to the gorgeous features that caught his eyes when he met you years ago.

His sultry expression doesn’t go unnoticed, and you smile, laughing through your nose at his flattery.

“I take it from that look, you like?” You chuff, fluffing your hair and giving him a small twirl that makes your robe blossom from bottom to top. Suguru catches a glimpse of your nearly naked body hidden underneath and licks his lips.

He suppresses his urge to pounce on you with a hard gulp.“You’re..already ready?“

“Well, I was expecting you home in,” You check the nearby alarm clock on his bedside table. “—an hour and a half. I figured I’d not make us late this time.” You add, sauntering back to the bathroom and leaning in to observe the work you’ve done to your face.

“I could always go back to work.” Your boyfriend jokes, laying back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. You narrow your eyes at him, he looks so handsome the way he sits. His white button down clings tightly to his arms and chest just the right away and his tilted smirk reaches ear to ear.

“Ha, ha.” You mock, then walk back into the bedroom, eyes lingering on him for a second longer than usual. Geto watches you step to the closet and sift through your garments. “Help me pick what to wear?” You ask, turning to look at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

“Wear what you’d like, baby.” He answers, and you frown at such a typical answer from that man. You know far too well he couldn’t give a damn what you wear, constantly reminding you that he can fight and he loves anything you put on your body.

With a roll of your eyes, you turn to him. “How about I just go in this then?” You point to the wooly fluff that is your robe and give him a knowing look.

Geto’s lips twitch into a big grin, he licks his lips once again before he replies. “Well, you sure look cute in that.”

You can’t help the slight tinge of heat that you feel sprinkle across your face, he quite literally looks like he wants to devour you. You chuckle out a nervous laugh.

“I don’t think you or me will appreciate the glares of other people as we eat our dinner.” You humor him, then turn to pull out some dresses and bring them to the bed.

Geto admires your thinking face as you drape your fingers across the fabric of the dresses, probably contemplating what shoes you could wear and the comfortability of the choices. You seem to come to a decision when you rid yourself of the robe and stand in your bra and panties.

You and Suguru have been together for years, yet he’ll never get tired of looking at your body. Each time feels like the first, and the way you’re so nonchalant and comfortable to be completely bare and vulnerable in front of him and only him, stuns him from further replying to your statement.

They’re simple undergarments— a lacy black bra paired with matching panties—but lucky for you, Geto Suguru is a very simple man.

Your boyfriend does not fail to clench his fists together at the sight of your exposed curves prancing along at the foot of your shared bed. You’re so effortlessly beautiful, he thinks as you turn your back to him and shimmy into a little black dress, hips swaying left to right while you work the garment on.

“Could you zip me up?” You ask so sweetly, holding the back of your dress up.

Geto quickly rises from his spot in the bed, wetting his lips as he fills the empty space behind you with his tall, strong body. He presses against you, completely discarding your ask to instead tickle your back with nimble fingers and adoring small kisses on your shoulder. You shudder as his long hair brushes against your skin, he must have let it down from the usual bun.

His lips are warm against your neck as he moves up to the nape, now nuzzling his nose into your hair which makes you giggle. “Suguru,” You warn, lolling your head to the side.

“Hmm?” He hums in reply, trailing his slender hands down your sides, only for them to find your hips and turn you to face him.

“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want me to wear this dress?” You pout, raising a brow at him.

Geto laughs, the sound rumbles between your bodies. “I want you to wear the dress,” He starts, then slowly, he lowers his lips to your ear, whispering something only low enough for you to hear.

“..so I can rip it off you when we get home.”

You inhale sharply at his words. They prickle you into goosebumps that form on the tops of your arms and legs. The warmth of his breathing tickles your ear, even so, you lean into his touch. Suguru lifts your chin to meet his face, a devilish smirk plastered on his features and then presses his lips to yours.

You place your palms on his chest for stability, running them across the muscles hidden below his shirt, knowing that just underneath is an intricate traditional japanese dragon that stretches from his pecs to his broad shoulders.

Your hands steadily slip down his torso, toying with the bottom button of his work shirt. It’s done innocently and with no serious intent, but he takes lead by undoing the top buttons, down until he meets your fingers on the last. You help him out of that white shirt, never missing an opportunity to have your smaller, delicate hands trailing against his naked chest.

Geto takes this time to hoist you up and have you straddle him on the bed. It’s a matter of time before you’re melting against him, lips meshing together like you could never pull them apart. His hands dare to trail down the small of your back and to the fat of your ass, kneading and hungry. Somewhere in between the kissing, Geto pulls the loose fabric of the dress down your chest. Your bra appears into vision again and he dives to lick and nip at the bare skin.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He murmurs into your skin, his meaty hands now reach to palm your tits.

“Mm, what do you mean?” You quietly question, head falling back as your chest rises to fill his hands.

A chuckle vibrates against you. “What do I mean?” He questions as he soaks up every part of you with his eyes. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He squeezes your tits together and bites his bottom lip at the sight. “That’s what I mean.”

You shyly turn your head away. “Shush.”

“No, baby. You gotta believe me.” He presses on, now unlatching your bra clasps and letting it pile at your waist along with the dress.

“I fucking love you.” Geto growls, leaning to lick around one of your nipples and bringing it to a hardened peak. Only then does he suck it into his mouth, tongue swirling over the bud. “I love you and your body.” He squeezed your sides. “There’s no way you’re real.”

You watch him become completely enamored with your existence with each and every kiss. The warmth of him makes you squeeze your thighs together, in the slight hope that it will make the tingling sensation you’ve had since he’s gotten home go away.

“Suguru..,” You gasp, realizing how far this is going. “…We should be getting ready for dinner.”

He looks at you with lidded eyes, dark and full of lust.

“But dinner’s right here?”

Your mouth parts as you watch your boyfriend’s lips form into a controlled smile. Before you know it, he’s lifting you in his arms only to maneuver you on your back. He lowers himself to your waist, dragging his fingers down your stomach and your thighs for them to happily reunite and tap you gently across your core.

You swallow, any words you try to get out are caught in your throat. It’s silly to attempt any rebuttal because one, the perfectly constructed pecks across your pelvic bone that are leaving minor wet marks across your warm skin feels fucking great. And two, you don’t want him to stop.

Geto can smell your body products better from his new position, a gentle rose-scented body wash, a sweet pomegranate scrub, and even the fragrant cream you use to shave.

“You smell so good.” He compliments, soaking in every scent you carry and drowning in it. He continues nipping and sucking at your thighs, leaving small purple spots to decorate them and brand you as his.

“Geto,” You whine, gripping to the sheets on the bed for some sort of restraint.

“How am I supposed to resist you?” Like clockwork he asks, kissing the wet patch that’s forming in those simple black panties. It helps the throbbing in your pussy none, sending a tingle straight to your clit.

You make a small noise of satisfaction, Geto grins. “I could kiss this pussy for days.” He whispers. “Lay you just like this and feast for hours like a man fucking starved.”

He bunches up the fabric to tightly form around your cunt and pulls up. “Look at that.” He whispers, drooling at the sight.

“Fucking beautiful.” He spits, now yanking your panties down, down, down, only to leave them to dangle off one ankle. “Gorgeous.” He retorts, now with an animalistic look in his eyes.

“D-don’t just stare…” You warn, but the words hold no fury and your body language gives what you really feel away. The arm to your face that hides your embarrassment and the sightful clench of your cunt does nothing but show how much you need him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He soothes you, rubbing light circles on your stomach. “You have not one thing to be embarrassed about.”

You smile a little. “Mmf…you’re sweet.”

“Bet you’re sweeter.” He hums, holding your thighs apart and licking from your hole to your clit. He groans delightfully at your taste, eyes darkening even more. “I was right.”

“A-ah..baby,” You breathe, biting your lip as you peer down at your boyfriend. He looks at you from between the valley of your breasts and panting chest, a sight he could never get tired of.

“What is it, doll?” He eggs you on, knowing you resort to nothing but a puddle when he’s got you laid out like this. He likes to use it to his advantage. Like he’s playing with his food.

“Want you..” You buck your hips into his face for him to continue. “—play with me.” You whine.

“You wanna play, sweetheart?”

You nod. “Yes, daddy.”

Geto’s eyes roll to the back of his head, but he quickly shakes out of it as he ravenges your cunt, kissing and sucking and tugging and thrusting his tongue into it, all at a controlled pace that sends shockwaves through your body. You’re quick to hold his dark locs in between your fingers and pull, desperate, rubbing his face in your folds.

“Sug-uru, o-oh— god,”

“God?” He smirks as he pulls away, “s’that really you think of me?”

You mindlessly nod, too drunk off the feeling of his tongue on you like it’s searching for a purpose to live.

Geto reaches his thumb to your clit, applying the smallest bit of pressure in tight circles while he prods his tongue in and out of you. You absentmindedly close your thighs around him, but he could care less. Getting squeezed around your heavenly thighs would be a perfect way to go.

“Fuck, baby..” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you babble like a mindless whore. He’s got you in the palm of his hand and hasn’t even fucked you yet.

Without breaking his tempo, Geto holds your thighs between one of arms and continues his routine. Everytime you buck your hips, his tongue will flick over your clit, his fingers will circle it faster, and when he finally adds a finger per your request, you’re chanting his name like it’s the only thing you know.

“Geto, m’ gonna—“ A high pitched squeal is ripped from your throat as he changes his motions. Upon your warning, he adds another finger, moving them in a rapid ‘come here’ motion while his other fingers are preoccupied with your clit racing side to side.

“Mm, fuck, daddy!” You cry into a shaky moan, teeth clenching and toes curling. The feeling in your stomach is far off of igniting, now in full blown fire. This fucker was trying to make you squirt.

His grin is wild, cock hard and straining in his pants as he watches you lose all sanity and come undone on his hands.

“n-ngh!” You squeak, gripping to the sheets beneath you as a wave of pleasure—and liquid—comes pouring out of you.

“There you go, baby.” Geto praises you, flicking his wrist with ease while your slick leaks out of your pussy. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Your eyes shut tight, head thrown back and a scream rips out of you as you shake violently. “Okay! d-done!” You cry, way too fucked to handle the overstimulation.

Geto takes his fingers from inside you, showing them off like a fucking trophy, then licking the liquid off like a lollipop.

You lay on the bed, hair now a mess, makeup a little crazy, and pussy still throbbing from such an intense orgasm. You try to calm the beating of your heart in deep breaths.

You open your hazy eyes and look at him, he smiles, keeping eye contact with you as he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop. The outline of his cock tents in his boxers and your eyes turn into hearts. Slowly, he crawls into bed to hover over you.

You run your hands through his hair while he places kisses against your cheek.

“Baby?” You smile.

“Yes, doll?”

“You got your dinner but not your dessert.” You slur—still in a sex daze from getting tongue fucked hard—you move your hand to palm gently through his boxers.

“Mm, yeah?” He groans, watching you with low lids.

“I’m thinking...creampie?“

Geto smiles, that smile you’ll never get tired of.

“You’re killing me, woman.”

-

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto suguru jjk #geto smut #jjk smut #berry loves getou

[sandwicz]

Twisted Wonderland as quotes me and my friends said + teachers too pt. 2

Warnings: profanities, mention of cockroaches, some might be ooc, Rook

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*in the science club*

Rook: "i made a reverse filter :D"

Rook: "i turn clean water into dirty water"

Trey: "..."

Vargas: "Trappola... This is why you won't have a girlfriend in the future"

Epel: *shows a poster he made thats just memeable and very messy, kinda like a sh*tpost. Its for his presentation that's 30% his grade*

Epel: "Apple to coconut how bad is it"

Epel: "Apple = good, coconut = bad"

Epel: "all the fruits are included in between"

Ace: "its cherry then"

Epel: "idk if that's good or bad. i like cherry so its good"

Yuu: "Pear. Actually no its mango"

Epel: "I like mango so its good"

Yuu: *made a huge robot cockroach the size of a basketball(that walks slow) that's made out of cardboard for a project*

Yuu: *shows a pic and video of the project to some students*

Yuu: "cock"

Yuu: "this took forever"

Yuu: "i hate it"

Yuu: "it hath grown wings so it shall fly to the sun"

Yuu: "and i will sit and stare and salute as my papermade icarus flies ever onward”

Yuu: "... i think i lost it"

Floyd: *pokes jamil to show him the cockroach monstrosity* beetle?

Yuu: "i gave him wings don't you dare call him a beetle"

Jamil: *distraught and trying so hard to stop himself from burning the cockroach down* ...

*lets pretend NRC teaches students other languages other than english*

Leona: "what the f*ck the teacher slapped my hand"

Ruggie: "LMAO"

Jack: "what. ...why?"

Ruggie: *while laughing hard* "HE KNOWS YOU'RE SMART ITS JUST THAT YOU DIDNT WANNA PUT EFFORT"

Leona: "... this is why"

Ruggie: *still laughing while wheezing* "in the maths part of the (insert language here) exam Leona doesnt wanna calculate so instead, he wrote 0s to some of them and called it a day”

Jack: "..."

(yes our teacher did put math questions in our language exam)

Ace: “people are doing math the wrong way you guys be talking about x and y but never u and i”

Cater: “if i could rearrange the alphabet i’d put u and i together”

Cater: “you know why i like RNA better than DNA, because there’s U”

Riddle: “all these pickup lines and u all still single”

Deuce: "how do i fix my bad haircut"

Ace: "grow hair"

Deuce: "great idea"

Deuce: "never thought of that"

Deuce: "any other ideas"

Epel: "bald"

Ace: "bald"

Epel: "it's about drive it's about power"

Epel: "we stay hungry we devour"

Student A: "Sir Trein sucks, he doesn't deserve any teacher's day letter"

Deuce: *is pissed off* "HAA??!! U SHUT YOUR ASS"

Deuce: "What's your beanfest team HAH?"

Deuce: "I'll wipe it out."

Student A: " Your team."

Deuce: "oh."

Student A: "💀"

Vargas: "do you have a partner?"

Riddle: *confused at the sudden question* "...no?"

Vargas: *pats his shoulder* "no? Find someone in the future"

Yuu: "i read fire balls as furry balls"

Ace: "HAHAHAHA JACK'S FURRY BALLS LMAO"

Jack: "..."

Jack: "i hate you."

Riddle: *flabbergasted* "Cater. Yuu played tetris during class? Around the teacher?"

Cater: "Yeap"

Yuu: "ehe"

Riddle: *dissapointed noises*

Trey: "i'm surprised you didn't get caught"

Yuu: "ehe"

Floyd: *gets grouped with Epel, Lilia and Riddle for a group project*

Floyd: *decided to make a gc and determine the name of it*

Floyd: *names it "adorable midgets + floyd gc :D"

*few moments after they finally realized the gc name*

Epel: "FLOYD YOU MOTHERF*CKER IVE JUST REALIZED THE GC NAME"

Riddle: "YEAARGHHH FLOYD IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"

Lilia: *enjoying the chaos*

*in the middle of class*

*sound of a notif from an online shopping app*

Trein: "Who's notification is that? It must be from Cater, isn't it? Always shopping and checking social media"

*a few seconds later*

*sound of a notif from another online shopping app"

Trein: "Tsk tsk tsk... who is that? Who likes shopping so much? You already have an app for it and you have another one?"

Idia: "..." *hiding behind his tablet*

Bonus for all of yall, in case yall need it:

Yuu: *jokingly* "so how's the exam results? Were you dissapointed in us?"

Staff/character of your choice: “You can never disappoint me, i’m always proud of you”

Everybody: *tears up*

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst imagines #twst fluff #twst crack #twst ace #twst deuce #twst epel #twst crewel #twst vargas #twst #twst rook #twst idia #twst azul #twst trey #twst riddle #twst cater #twst floyd #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twst as things my friends and teachers said #ace trapola #deuce spade #epel felmier #twst leona #twst lilia #twst ruggie #twst jack #twst mc #twst yuu

[bitchlessdino]

as my favorite dinonara, how do u feel abt chan fucking you to i don't understand but ily AND also murmuring the lyrics in your ear as he's thrusting into you???

An: Just read the eng lyrics and in accurate fashion, imagined it happening in Korean 😭 Personally, I’d walk into a burning building bc I’m already feeling hot from Chan 🥲🥲 (First instinct: why are you being unoriginal and using your lyrics at me???) Also these lyrics are roughly translated and restructured to make sense and annotated for my amusement

DNI INTERACT MINORS

When I saw you, the room stopped and my senses heighten. Only seeing you made my insides jealous of what I was seeing (And not feeling stgdhfjf)

*thrust* lol.

(Zoom) on your heavy scent, I'm more afraid that it will get erased in between thе dizzy words (yeah bc it’s such a good fuck 😭)

Biting your ear, caressing your body, plunging himself inside you. Already drunk on the power you held over him. He’s afraid to slur the words you already couldn’t understand.

No matter languages or times, you don't have to understand any of it. Just the password between us. It’ll open us both (literally and figuratively)(having a secret language with your partner whom speaks another language. Fuck )

Hands smoothing over your hot cheeks, drinking in your whimpers, your moans, his name of your lips but that sinfully beautiful way that made him want to fuck inside you deeper, harder. He catches the shedding tears under his thumb. (His name just happened to be one of the passwords)

With all the words that exists in the world its enough for just the two of us to know my greed for you. My growing feelings for you. (The way I would fucking collapse)

He'd pin you back on the bed, momentarily in control of you and his senses, until they slid over your palms and fingers are laced through yours. His grunts and moans embedded between each thick and intoxicating phrase was the only thing you could understand, but like he said, it was enough.

You know, there are more important things than words between us, right? (The way I would be alive and crying out of my p—)

The way it’s phrased as a question makes you impulsively nod. You could be signing a slave deal but it’d be fine also as it’d be with Chan and only Chan.

Look at it with your eyes closed. Feel you and me. Not bound by time or day…Us both together anywhere. (Anywhere anytime Chan I am here 👁️👁️)

Chan could hardly understand what he was saying but in the moment it’s how he felt, how you felt, how the world around you felt. He grinds down on hips, digging into and fragility of you slowing but surely coming apart for him. Liquid gold seeped through both you crevices, sweat of your skin sweet and salt as their stripped from his tongue gingerly. You whine a mess, throat flexing in real time as you tried staying focus on him, only him.

Even though I don't understand, I can know you

Somehow you know it too. His kisses sometimes delicate then turning ravenously, and you feel his teeth scrap over your pebbles skin before they create uneven grooves shaping into the perfect mark. For you, only you.

The language barrier is just an illusion. (This lmao gives me love talk vibes ‘ I can hear you calling’) You know that I also don't believe myself but you still believed in me

There was a time where you thought you were from two different worlds and didn’t expect to build a connection, yet here you were. Languages exchanged. Foreign words going to one ear and out the other. But somehow, someway, it all couldn’t be more crystal clear. The support system you found in one another what’s all you need to understand. And you found that clear hearing him, feeling him, tasting him tend to your to your every need.

Only inside of you I can bloom spreading my fire (EXCUSE MEEEE THE SAY I SCREAMED BTW ‘only inside you’ is a direct translation WTF)

You’re mumbling at this point, mind in a haze from tsunami of your climax, contorting you in his long, rooted thrusts as he’s bottoming out in you. His body crushes your body and your soul, aching to giving yourself to him in its entirety. There wasn’t a damn thing in the world that could tell you otherwise. His hands against you were pure magic, unattainable anywhere else, and his sweet lower timber touches every patch of your skin, making you hot with need. Even after you’ve succumb to one orgasm. He’s ready for another, and plentiful to give you until your body gives out for days just as he’s felt starved for days, weeks, years.

Chan’s not sure if you’re speaking in your language or if you were just that fucked by his raging, warmth inside you. He leans in again, face close, kissing you as desperate as you feel and finally in a language you do comprehend,

I don’t understand but I love you…I love you (there’s so much to unpack here, but yes, I’ll marry you)

This was so much fun!!! I’ve never done this before but I’m down to do it again! Also he’ll is especially hot for elv that put these rot thots in my head.

#svthub #Dino smut #seventeen smut #Dino #lee chan smut #seventeen #elv 💕💕💕💕 #seventeen dino #asks #elv asks

[claiestve]

Ima send a few ideas. Don’t have to write all just choose your favorite one.

Isaac finally being brave enough to leave the house with the listener. Before they got together maybe where a client came over (like Vik) but he was always looking at listener and then asking „where did you find them …. Hey sweetie you wanna work for me too ? I’ll pay you more“ and Isaac getting pissed at some point (jealous OFC HEHE). Xanthus coming back after a hunt in New Orleans and bringing listener a gift like a plush or something else. A funny goofy conversation between Xanthus and Dontis and DONTIS ALWAYS TEASING.

𝐋𝐞𝐭 '𝐄𝐦 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 ꨄ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙨.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

This was your first time leaving the house with Isaac. You were a bit nervous since the people around were unfamiliar to you but Isaac would whisper in your ear who a certain person was so you know. 

Isaac was very adamant about staying by your side and staying with you but of course, he couldn’t be with you the whole time. 

While Isaac was gone, you made sure not to look at anyone to avoid conversation but of course there’s always someone that seeks you out.

“Why hello there! Have we met before?” You hear from behind you.

You turn around to see a man with light hair, light eyes, smiling at you. He was like the exact oposite of Isaac appearance wise. 

“I don’t think we have, Y/N.” You introduce yourself and reach your hand out. As much as you didn’t want to talk to him, you remained respectful and polite. 

“Oh! Y/N! I know you. I’ve heard about you from… who was it? Ah, Isaac. People say you’re the housekeeper?”

“Assistant.” You felt insulted by being called a housekeeper.

“Oh, assistant? Well, you could make a good amount of money working for me. I mean, Isaac, he’s not one for company. I’m sure you know. But I could treat you better, pay you better, everything else.”

You didn’t say anything but you did let out an awkward laugh. Well, what are you supposed to say?

“Besides, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be in the care of… him.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder. Perfect timing, Isaac.

“Oh, hello, Isaac.” The man looks up at him. 

“Save it. You know better than trying to buy people. Especially in a place like this.” Isaac looked down at him. He looked pissed. 

“I’m sure your assistant didn’t mind my offer,” He says before looking back at you, “Right, beautiful?”

The man got closer to you before Isaac put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Back up. You think calling them names is going to make them swoon for you. Y/N isn’t shallow like you.”

“Isaac.” You try butting in.

“-And I’d be damned if I let you ‘buy’ my assistant let alone my partner.”

His hands go from your shoulders to your waist. The man looks angry, like, seriously angry.

“Y/N, he’s taking advantage of you and your beauty!”

Isaac looks like he’s about to start but you do it for him.

“Look, I recognize that you think I ‘look good’ or whatever and you think Isaac doesn’t treat me well but I don’t want to go with you. Judging by the fact that you’re so comfortable walking up to people and trying to bribe them says a lot about you and quite frankly, ‘a pretty thing like me shouldn’t be in the care of… you.”

The man looks at you in disbelief. He must’ve thought his bribing would actually work. 

Isaac on the other hand looks, in awe. He’s never really seen you speak up for yourself with anyone but him so this was…

“Come on, ‘Sac.” You grab his hand.

He leans down a little, “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I don’t. I’m shaking like crazy.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“I’ll make sure that guy comes nowhere near you.”

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dude i wanna see a pissed off isaac like he's so attractive.anyways THANK U FOR REQUESTING (i love isaac if u couldn't tell). im trying to get stuff out before his new part so yall can be fed beforehand.

(ill do the other requests from this as well be patient w me yall)

#zsakuva #asmr #zsakuvaxreader #isaac #isaacrhodes #sakuverse #iloveyou

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE (… CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)

I feel very motivated. Yes it’s 5 am

It’s December now……..originally wasn’t gonna consider this canon but it is. We’re cooking again. WE DRAW CLOSER TO 2002!!!!!!! its december 24th 2001 in story!!!

this one’s a quick one since it’s just a one off chrystler chapter.

hopefully it’ll hold u guys for just a LIITTLEEE longer while i work on other things too. by the way when i rewatched the eggnog match, it was so fast it actually made me mad LMAO, well not much you can do there anyway so i tried improvising..?

‘TWAS THE RAW before Christmas and you’re sure there’s a lot of holiday cheer. You’re excited. What’s the night got in store?

You received a blue and red envelope in your locker today.

It’s painfully obvious they were invited to Smackdown and Raw’s Christmas parties, but you think it’s only because they want you to see what each brand had in store. They hadn’t started the draft yet, but you’re sure both General Managers had their eyes on a few picks…including you.

All you can hope is that the fans don’t get tired of you. It’s probably the only way you’d be allowed to be a free agent.

Before you can leave, your phone rings. You’re a little concerned, given that you’re at work and have never ever gotten a call. You’re about to enter the room, but you take a step back to quickly answer. “Hello?”

‘Hello, sweetie! How are you? Are you working?’

It’s your mother, and when hearing her voice, you sigh. “Hey, yes. I’m working. Is something wrong?”

‘No, no at all.’ It makes you sigh again, but this time in relief. ‘I watched one of your shows. That Jeff boy seems very nice. I’d like if you bring him home for Christmas!’

Oh, that’s not…

It takes you a moment to respond. “What? Why?”

‘He just seems sweet! That is a pure-hearted boy, and you seem to care for him enough. I’ll be expecting you two love birds.’ She says. ‘That is if you’re able to come home.’

“I’m not sure. I think I might, but only for a day. The next Raw doesn’t get taped until…well, next year. In January. I forgot when Smackdown was.”

‘I hope you do. We miss you very much. Give what I said some thought! I won’t bother you anymore. I love you!’

“Love you too. Bye bye.” And you hang up. You don’t think you’ll ever tell anyone what she said. You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it!

You take a deep breath and shake it off. As you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a camera and…Pat Patterson and Gerald Brisco in elf outfits.

Wow, what a party Mr. McMahon has hosted…

Speaking of him, he was already at the door once he opened it. “I totally wasn’t listening to your conversation,” He clarified. You roll your eyes. But your boss is thrilled to see you, outstretching his arms.

“You’re the star of the night! I assure you, you’ve chosen the right party. You’re going to love it here.”

He tries going in for a hug, but you don’t react. Instead, he awkwardly reaches his hand out, and you shake it hesitantly. This is still your boss, after all.

“Everybody give a warm welcome to [Name]!” Vince announced. Great, now everyone’s staring.

You give a small wave as everyone in the room soundly greets you. Some of these people look familiar. Billy and Chuck, Terri, Christian, The Dudley Boyz….

And then there’s Stacy. Your eyes brighten once you see her in the room. She’s the only one you know well. She’s also excited to see you, hopping off of (who you can assume is) Bubba’s lap.

“[Name]! You came!”

“Hi.” You wave. “You look nice.”

Your voice is dry, which makes Stacy pout in return. However, your compliment puts her at ease. “Thanks!”

She then takes her hand and pulls on your shirt. “What’s with this? I thought you’d be all dressed up! It’s about to be Christmas! You dressed up when we were in WCW, remember?”

You do. It’s not because you wanted to, either. You didn’t really have a choice. Management wanted all the girls to come out in their little cute Santa’s helper costumes, and the moment you complained about it, you were told that you could just go for the day…and not be on TV.

You shake your head. “I’d rather just wear my regular clothes. Now, you may ask why again. The answer…is because I can. “To you, that reason was as good as any.

“Ugh, come on.” She whines. “I wanted to see you in something nice. I think the crowd would love it, too!”

There lies the problem. You scoff. “As if I’m showing any kind of skin in this landfill of a place called Miami. Of all the states we have to be in, it’s Florida?! Gross..” Your words incite booing from the crowd, but it’s not like you can hear them anyway. “This place sucks. I saw a man wrestling an alligator outside.”

“You’re silly. You should take a load off.” Stacy grins. Little did she know, you were dead serious. And the man was WINNING! Incredible.

You figured there was no convincing Stacy. She must’ve thought you were crazy.....if she doesn’t already.

She takes her hand and pats your shoulder. “It’s okay, [Name]. Maybe you’re just a little hazy from excitement. You should have some fun with us!”

“I don’t think I can.” You decline. “I’ve got a segment soon. So, not for long. Whatever’s going on here, I’m happy to see we’re all getting along.”

“I’m taking that you like it here?” Vince cuts in, then motions towards the other wrestlers. “See all the star power in here. That could be you. You can be involved. You sign with SmackDown, I promise you you’ll see that and more.”

You will consider. You’re not entirely sure whether or not you want to be with either brand because they have pros and cons. The problem is, which one would you rather deal with?

“Right, um..” You hesitate for a second, and Vince immediately jumps on his chance.

“Well, why don’t you come over and drink some punch? If that’s not your thing, we’ve got a lot of options.” He holds up a bottle of sparkling cider.

Man, he’s really trying hard, huh?

The arrival of Booker T grabs his attention, and you slink away to Christian instead. “Hey! Been a while.”

Christian looks around before looking at you with a grin. (Something you know he did on purpose) “If it isn’t my favorite fan! How’s it going, tiny?”

It’s been a while since he’s even called you that nickname, and it still does NOT hold true. You swear to god it’s not true. “I have definitely been fine! Just hanging in there.”

“I dunno, what you did at Vengeance was completely nuts. Are you sure you’re just hanging in there? Not gonna do the same to me, are you?” He asks.

“No. I just want to relax today! I really do.” You admit. You’re tired, and you want some time to think. This party does nothing for your racing thoughts, but the least you could do was try and enjoy it before leaving.

Which was probably soon.

“I don’t mean to butt in at all,” Terri comes over to you and rubs your shoulder. “But are you doing alright? The last time I saw you was when you mistook me for Torrie. And you had a bit of a meltdown during Vengeance.”

Wow, you really did leave a mark. Everyone must know about your little stunt. You fight a smile. “I’m just fine. I got my anger out and everything. I’m totally not mad.”

That was a lie. You are still mad and are unsure how long it’ll last, but you are still upset at Torrie. You’re still upset at Jeff and Raven as well, but the difference is that you don’t think you’ll ever forgive her for what she’s done so far.

Terri was going to speak again, but Vince loudly called everyone to attention. “You guys! Listen up, I got a surprise.” The door opens, and you don’t believe your eyes. “Courtesy of Santa himself, Santa’s little helpers!”

….Wait a second, these aren’t elves. They’re women! Did he seriously invite strippers?

They’re fully clothed, but their dresses were so short you might as well consider it next to nothing. It’s not like you’re complaining per se, but jeez. Wasn’t this supposed to be a kid-friendly show?

Haha, as if. You chuckle to yourself a bit.

Vince is introducing them as Santa’s helpers indeed. He takes “Vixen’s” hand to lead her onto a table.

“Alright,” You don’t want to stay around for this. “You guys have a good night, okay? I think I’m cutting it close. I need to get out in the ring.”

“But I’ve got a lot to show you, [Name]. You can’t just leave yet!” Vince tried to convince you, but you shook your head.

“Really can’t. But I promise I’ll consider Smackdown.”

You have to quickly exit before he can say anymore, but you can’t deny that you’re excited to talk in the ring.

Did you expect anything less from Vince McMahon? No. Hopefully, Raw would fare better.

Well, you’ll see soon enough.

It’s your turn to go out there, and you were pretty amped up about it. Sure, it’s another show of Raw, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Santa should be out and about now!

You want to show the crowd and everyone at home how excited you are for Christmas. Today’s another episode of Time Out with [Name]!

Once your entrance music plays, you push back the curtains and head down the ramp. Thanks to your stunt at Vengeance, you got a lot of mixed reactions from the crowd. 

Jerry is the first to point it out. ‘Well, she seems to be in a good mood, JR!’

‘She sure is. I’m not sure if we should be on guard or not. That woman is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.’

Thankfully, they had given you a mic before going out there. The moment you slid into the ring and were faced to face with thousands of people, you couldn’t help but fall into a laugh.

“Okay, I know what you guys are thinking,” You begin. “Vengeance may have gotten a little out of hand! I get it. But if you were in my shoes, you’d understand! Anyway, that’s not why I came here tonight.”

JR can only shake his head. ‘Well, I’m sure we’d all like to hear what’s going on in that mind of hers.’

“I have an extraordinary guest today..” You trail off. “In fact, you all know him very well! He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake! It’s Santa—“

The Rock’s music plays instead. He quickly storms down to the ring, and you’re actually shocked that he interrupted you like that. The crowd cheers so loudly that you can’t even hear your thoughts. You figured it was a given. You’re in Miami, after all.

You start to talk as soon as he starts climbing into the ring. “Um, excuse me? Rocky?” The little pet name you call him makes him raise that iconic eyebrow toward you. “I-I didn’t call for you. I was waiting for Santa. But you’re more than welcome to wait for him with me.”

He stares at you momentarily, then reaches over the ring for a mic. There’s still more silence, and as you await your response, you look at him expectantly.

“..No.” He finally says. “The Rock came here to share a very important message with the MILLIONS—and MILLIONS—of Rock’s fans.”

“I get that.” You say. “I’m all for it, but this is my show. Like, jeez, if you’re gonna interrupt Santa, at least let me ask you some questions.”

“You think Santa’s coming here?! Miami is hot as hell, the guy’s gonna melt!” He’s got a fair point. But it’s Christmas! Santa would make a way to get here one way or another. “[Name], The Rock came out here because he has a few questions for you. You’re going to want to hear this, sweetheart.”

You’d be almost flattered at the pet name if it wasn’t for the slight derisive tone behind it. You can’t deny your curiosity, though. “Oh, pray tell!”

“You and The Rock both hate Chris Jericho. You and The Rock also hate….Stephanie McMahon.” He says. It’s true. Very true! You hate both of them. “And because we share the same hatred, The Rock has gotten you a gift. Consider it a peace offering.”

How sweet! Can’t refuse presents. Maybe Santa could wait for a minute. Hopefully, Austin won’t get too angry that you’ve accepted this.

He reaches over the ropes to one of the stagehands, and he’s handed a neatly wrapped gift. It is handed off to you, and you’re already excited, ripping it open as fast as possible.

The camera zooms in on your gift, and it’s…

…a book with a red bull on the cover. You look at him in confusion before repeating the title for the crowd. “The Rock’s night before Christmas? Did you really just give me a book??”

The Rock ignores your comment, and the crowd laughs as he takes the book away from you.

“You sure are. Here, let The Rock help you,” He flips open the book to one of the pages. “Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even….a mouse.” He pauses for a moment. “The weather was warm, not a trace of snow, just as The Rock got ready to whoop Chris Jericho.”

You nod your head. The only reason why you’re playing along is because of the Jericho line.

But he teases you anyway. “…See, there you go. That’s how you read a book. Go on, try it.” He hands it back to you.

You clear your throat. Guess that’ll be a way to pass the time waiting for Santa. “Jericho claims to be the best. The Rock has found this quite brutal. Clearly, Chris Jericho is a man who has no strudel.”

Whatever that means. The crowd goes crazy, though.

You look over to The Rock, and he nods in approval. He makes a motion with his hands for you to keep going. “I am a living legend! Y2J would sing, trembling with fear as he heads into the peoples ring…and faster, faster than Scrooge, saw the ghost of Christmas past—“

The Rock cuts you off, finishing the rhyme once and for all. “The Rock hit the people’s ring and WHOOPED Y2J’S ASS!”

Wow! What a wonderful Christmas gift. Not.

You thought it was something useful. For all you care, he could’ve gifted you a chair. A brand new kendo stick. Maybe even a steel pole. Hell, you’d even take a pair of socks over this book.

“Not to sound ungrateful, but this is my gift? No joke?”

The Rock nodded. “Well?? Do you like it?”

Your silence told a million words. The moment you’re about to speak, you can’t help but laugh once more. It takes you a minute to pull it together.

“As much as I would love to rag on Jericho, and believe me, I would LOVE to rag on him, that’s not what I expected. It’s Santa. And in the spirit of Christmas, it just so happens I have a gift for the crowd, too.”

The crowd cheers, but you already know what they’re thinking. You point a finger upward. “No, it has nothing to do with me taking my clothes off!”

And just like that, the crowd begins to boo. Aw.

Just as you’re about to spill the deets about your Christmas gift, the familiar tune of Kurt Angle’s music plays. For the love of god, you just want Santa Claus!!

“Sorry, guys..” Kurt insincerely apologizes from the top of the ramp. “All this talk about Christmas makes me think about something. What is it that you said about Santa Claus? He sees you when you’re sleeping..he knows when you’re awake?”

You scoff at the mimicking of what you said earlier, but he continues. “Well, if you ask me, Saint Nick is a pervert! I’ll tell ya what, I hope Santa isn’t watching tonight because I plan on being very naughty.”

How dare he drag Santa’s name through the dirt like that? “You can’t say those things about Santa. Most importantly, you can’t just say you’ll be naughty! You’re the pervert!” You accuse.

“You’re the only one thinking that way, [Name]!” Kurt accused back. “And boy, I am glad you’re not stripping out here tonight. Now that’s a relief. This is supposed to be a kid-friendly show!” Yeah right.

“Are you sure about that?” You question. “Earlier, there was—“

He quickly cuts you off. “As a matter of fact, you or anyone else shouldn’t be idolizing Santa. There is someone far more powerful than he is, and it’s Vince McMahon. In fact, he got your Olympic hero a very special Christmas present.”

“Vince makes little kids cry at that sight of him!” You accuse. “You think they’d idolize him??”

You’re unsure if it is true, but he’s scary. You remember when he ran towards you and Trish during that one match. A literal nightmare. “What did you get? I bet it’s not better than mine!”

“Don’t you know?” As Kurt is speaking, you can hear the crowd chanting ‘asshole’ around you. It makes you giggle. “It’s—“

“Woah, woah, woah!” The Rock interrupts. “Please let them finish calling you an asshole!”

You seem exasperated that your show has been hijacked yet again, on Christmas Eve nonetheless. “Guys, there’s gotta be a way we can settle this. You know, somewhere else?”

“No, no, you’re gonna wanna hear this,” Kurt says. Both of them have said that, so that means that you won’t like it as much..

“That present is a shot at the undisputed title. That’s right, tonight is going to be a triple-threat match. The Rock versus Chris Jericho versus Kurt Angle. Ho, ho, ho, it’s true!”

You had brushed it off when she said it in passing, but Trish really had a point when she said that the men ruin everything. This was already cutting into your time.

Kurt seems to be confident, though. “And I tell you what, Rock, your chances at winning the title in front of these sleazy hometown losers just went slim to none!”

“Let me just say,” You decide to add. “That Stone Cold Steve Austin would wipe you two off the map! Uh, no offense, Rocky.” You say, gently setting a hand onto his bicep. “If Vince McMahon had any good in him, which I doubt, he would let Austin into that triple threat and make it a fatal four-way!”

The jeering quickly turns into cheers, and you bow to your fantastic suggestion.

“Oh, absolutely not!” Kurt yells. He decides to make his way down the ramp, and you start to feel like this isn’t ending well. “I got this fair and square. Stone Cold doesn’t deserve this as much as I do. There’s a reason why Vince put the Olympic Gold Medalist into action and not some trailer park trash.”

Ouch. You wince.

“Seeing as you came out here and interrupted [Name] ’s little show..” Finally, the recognition you deserve. “Just let The Rock finish his Christmas message and he’ll tell you exactly how he feels about this whole thing—“

The sound of holiday bells fills the arena, and you immediately shush The Rock, albeit ruder than you intended to be. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” You yell. “IT’S SANTA!”

Lo and behold, it’s Jolly Old Saint Nick himself. Santa’s holding a red sack, which is likely full of presents.

More than likely, it was merchandise, and Santa reached in and began tossing things into the crowd. You’re giving him a standing ovation.

The Rock looks at you as if you’re insane. Even Kurt, who had just begun climbing the ropes into the ring, shoots you a look as well.

“Look! It’s Santa!” You exclaim, pointing right at him. “He’s right there! I told you guys he was coming!”

After a minute of throwing things out into the crowd, Santa chucks his bag into the ring and clambers in. You immediately hold out your mic for him to take. You’ll grab another one, you don’t even care.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa bellowed. This is really happening in real time. You skip over to the ropes and reach for a new mic as he continues talking. “Have you wrestlers been good this year?!”

You make haste to grab a new microphone. “I have!” There’s a giggle in your voice. “I don’t know about them, but I’ve been the nicest!”

Kurt shakes his head. “I don’t think so! You beat up poor Stephanie McMahon just a few weeks ago!” He calls back to your handicap match, but in your defense, she started it.

“That wasn’t my fault. Stephanie was trying to interfere! She even interrupted my show!” You shoot back. “You know, like you two interrupted mine?!”

He’s still not swayed. “She’s a potential business partner! You can’t just do that to a potential business partner!” Kurt then gives you a sardonic grin. “Personally, I’m just making it better.”

“A potential business partner? HA! Maybe on the street!” You laugh. “I swear to god, I will—“

Santa immediately puts a stop to your petty bickering. “Friends! There’s no need to argue. I can see how good you are in your hearts!”

That was so real. You smile, but The Rock is shaking his head. He points a finger toward him. “So, Santa, you came to The Rock’s hometown of Miami…..all the way from the North Pole? The Rock isn’t sure if he believes that.”

“What do you mean you don’t believe it?! He’s Santa!” You motion towards him.

Kurt doesn’t believe it either. “Yeah, right. I hate to agree with him, but look at him!”

All three of you turn to look at Santa at the same time. You personally see nothing wrong with him. “What’s the deal? This is definitely Santa.”

“…Well, [Name], whatd’ya want for Christmas?” Santa asks.

“See! How else would he know my name if he wasn’t Santa?” You question. You take a second to think about what you want, then bring the mic up so you can talk.

As soon as you’re about to speak, Santa Claus stands up and cuts you off. “Aht, aht, aht!” He waves a finger. “That was a test. Never tell your wish! Fret not, Santa knows all. Perhaps you’ll get what you want this year!”

You’re convinced and happy. That’s all that matters.

“Listen, ‘SANTA,’ Kurt sarcastically begins. “If you’re the real deal, I want to win the Undisputed Championship tonight. Can ya’ do that for me?!”

“I apologize, Kurt, but…. you’ve told me your wish; I don’t believe I can grant it.”

“HA!” You laugh. He’s not getting the Undisputed title for sure now. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.

“You can’t grant my wish...” Kurt repeats, nodding his head a bit. “Okay.” He shrugs it off momentarily, giving the impression that he’s about to leave, but he swoops Santa off his feet and into an Olympic Slam. As soon as Poor Santa hits the ground, Kurt angrily yells at him. “YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME MY WISH, SANTA!”

“Wait!!” You yell. But it’s too late. “NOO! What’re you doing?! I can’t believe you!!!” You’re so distraught that your words are coming out way too fast. Kurt Angle just gave Santa an Olympic Slam!

To make things worse, Kurt pulls him right into the Ankle Lock. You’re yelling, but The Rock just stands there. That is until he decides to yank Kurt back and exchange blows with him instead.

As of right now, pain is all you feel. You kneel down to the fallen Santa, trying your best to help him up.

There’s one thing for sure. This Raw would be memorable…for all the wrong reasons.

Today’s matches are as follows…

RIKISHI VS. TEST

APA VS. BILLY AND CHUCK

TORRIE WILSON VS. STACY KEIBLER VS. [NAME] (EGGNOG MATCH)

RVD VS. LANCE STORM

CHRISTIAN VS. THE HURRICANE (EUROPEAN TITLE)

BOOKER T VS. MAVEN

BUBBA CLAUS VS. TAJIRI CLAUS

CHRIS JERICHO VS. KURT ANGLE VS. THE ROCK

You double take once you see your name alongside Stacy and Torrie.

Who put you in the eggnog match? You’re going to kill someone. This is probably one of the first gimmick matches you’ve had here, and it makes you reconsider shunning a bra and panties match…

….Nah, nothing would ever make you reconsider that. By some stroke of luck, you haven’t been signed up for one. However, you’d much rather have an actual match tonight!

Now you’ve got a bone to pick with Raw’s new owner. More than likely, he had something to do with this, so you can’t blame Vince THIS TIME. You may just start blaming him for shits and giggles, though.

“[Name]!”

You look behind you to see RVD storming down the hall. He doesn’t seem in the greatest of moods, but you still try and be friendly. “Hey there! What’s up?”

It’s a bit off-putting to see him so irritated. He seems so laid back. The moment he grabs your shoulders is when you realize that it may be serious. “Have you seen Chris Jericho? This is important.”

Seems like everyone’s looking for him. He is always causing trouble. You think it’ll only get worse now that he’s the Undisputed champion, but you can only hope someone else can beat him.

If that doesn’t happen, perhaps you’ll have to intervene.

He rubs his temple. “He attacked me on Heat before Vengeance. I know he’s performing tonight, but I don’t care. Lance Storm had a lot to say about it, so now I’ve gotta kick his ass.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it. My advice is to try the locker room. He’s vain enough to stay in there for days if he could. I’m sure he loves checking himself out.” You recommend.

RVD seems to relax a bit. He doesn’t think he can be mad around you, at least not for long. He lets go of your shoulders. “Alright, Miss Nitro. I’ll try.”

That’s like the second nickname someone’s given you. Can’t complain about it, though. It’s kinda cute!

Though you feel bad that you can only catch him in the halls, you smile anyway. “I’ll catch up with you later. I’ve gotta hit up the party. We’ve gotta hang out sometime. I really enjoyed it when we were a team.”

“Ditto.” He agrees. “Well, when you need a partner, come find me.”

You wave at him, he returns it, and you two go your separate ways. The main objective was to get to Raw’s party. Talking to Ric Flair was really important.

You could hear a distant “woo!!” from down the hallway. Yeah, he’s definitely in there.

You pick up the pace a bit to reach the door, and you quickly open it. Upon entry, you can see more people that you know. Trish, Jacqueline, Big Show, Hurricane, Tajiri, Torrie…

Seeing her sitting in Santa Tajiri’s lap, you can’t help but stare in awe. She seems surprised, too, not expecting you to be at the party. There’s a camera here, so it follows you to where you stand. You cross your arms.

They did an awful job of telling you these things.

You glance around again and notice that Edge is here, too. God damn it.

Once you and Torrie locked eyes, the room fell silent. Some of your coworkers are starting to get an idea of how unstable you are.

They just hoped you wouldn’t go ballistic on her right now. It’s a party! You’re supposed to be having fun! You get the gist, so you decide to clear the air. “I just want to talk to Ric Flair. I'm not here to fight or anything.”

Nevermind the fact you got an invitation..

Everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief, continuing their miscellaneous conversations. Were they really that concerned..?

The Nature Boy makes his way over to you. “You called for me?!” You flinch at his tone of voice. He’s so loud.

“Yeah, why’d you schedule me in that eggnog match?” You question. “I don’t want to be in it. In fact, there’s no reason for me to be in it.”

He grabs a drink from the table and raises it up toward you in offering. “I thought it would be a good opportunity, I wanna see you wrestle!”

You wave your hand at him. “You did! Remember that one match with The Rock? You fixed the match!”

“Not good enough! I wanna see some hair pullin’, eye scratchin’, clothes rippin’! Woo!” Ric chants. “You’re the only person that can deliver it! I've seen you go at it when you were in WCW!”

You can’t even get a word out before he’s yelling even more. “MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM THE NATURE BOY!! WE ARE PARTYING DOWN TONIGHT, WE ARE LOOKIN’ GOOD!”

You really fight the urge to say: “Take your pills, old man,” but you instead decide to zip it for now. Guess you’ll have to participate.

Meanwhile, Edge makes his way over to you. He’s got garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and you know he’s still goofy as ever.

“Hey there, you.” He greets.

You wave. “Hi.” This is too awkward for you, so you cut to the chase. “We’re fine now, right? I saw you catch my kiss. I blew you.”

“Hah, blew me.” Edge chuckled. Ha, ha. You almost laughed, he’s sooo hilarious. “I don’t know why you came out there, but I kind of liked it.”

You’re happy. At least he didn’t seem to be mad at you anymore. He totally took things out of context. You wanted to map out a few things to say to him in your head, but it’s tough when Torrie talks so loudly in her squeaky voice.

It’s like she was doing it on purpose. Like she’s raising her voice so that you could hear. If that’s what she wants, so be it. You turn around to look.

“Wooow!!” She chirps, unwrapping a lingerie set from the box. “You want me to be naughty, don’t you?! It’s beautiful, I love it!”

God, you hate her. You swiftly turn around to leave but are stopped by Debra coming in with a tray of neatly placed cookies.

“Hey, sweetie!” She greets you with a big smile. “I’m glad you could make it! It’s not a party without my famous cookies!”

You’re gonna be honest. Those look like the sugar cookies from the store, but you’ll still eat them.

She hands over the tray to Ric. “Oh! Steve will be here any minute!” He’s coming too?! Cool! It is a little surprising to hear he’s actually gonna show up. Everyone in the room starts to cheer, including the crowd.

Alright, perhaps the night can turn itself around after all.

Eggnog shouldn’t be that bad. It's not your favorite drink, but it’s better than gravy. You bet poor Trish had to take so many showers.

It honestly reminds you of when Kurt hosed the Alliance down with milk. You won’t ever forget that night. You shiver just thinking about it.

The ladies of the night have already made their entrance. You’re the last one to come out. You don’t even bother dressing up all festive, as your gear will probably be drenched anyway.

Your music hits. Now’s the time to go out there and get this match done as quick as you can.

“And finally, introducing [Name]!”

For a moment, you stop midway on the ramp to look at the girls and the pool of eggnog.

If they said this was for a WCW taping, you would’ve believed them.

You finally reach the end of the ramp, looking over and shaking your head. You can’t believe you’re doing this. All the while, Torrie’s tossing candy canes into the crowd while you walk over toward the side. At least someone’s enjoying this.

As soon as you get down there, she turns toward you and coyly passes you a candy cane, but you slap it out of her hand. You don’t want that shit.

Stacy quickly takes advantage, yanking her over by the shoulder and slapping her. Stacy yells over to you, “Let’s throw her in!”

Absolutely. You give her a nod, and the two of you back over to Torrie. The both of you pick her up, adjusting so she doesn’t get hurt too bad when you toss her.

“One, two….” You begin to count, the two of you rocking back and forth. “Three!” And there she goes, right into the pool of eggnog. Some of it splashes on you, but you don’t care.

Cameras around you flashed and it almost blinded you for a moment, causing you to squint for a moment before rubbing your eyes.

Once you come to, you see Stacy raising her hand for a high five. You smile and give her one, but as soon as she turns her back on you to laugh at Torrie, you shove her into the pool.

What an idiot! It’s every woman for themselves tonight. While you actually start to find this fun, you foresee a messy shower in the future. Carefully, you step right into the pool. You didn’t want to slip and hurt yourself.

Of course, the first thing you do is to try and drown Torrie. Just to shut her up for a bit. You grab her hair, submerge her under the eggnog for a minute or two, and then pull her back up. She’s coughing and sputtering.

Stacy’s doing her best to regain some balance, even trying to grab on the referee for some leverage. You’re too focused on Torrie, though.

The smell of eggnog was starting to make you sick. You don’t think you ever want to see eggnog ever again.

You try to adjust to pull Torrie onto a very slippery STF, but you keep losing your grip every few seconds. You did your best to keep it on, though.

Torrie reaches her hand out, but there’s no rope to save her now. You think she’s just about to tap!….until Stacy got her head back in the game and broke up the submission.

Now, you’ll have to focus on her for a minute. There’s not much you can do in the pool, which is one of the reasons why you hated this match so much.

She drags you off of Torrie and starts slapping you around a bit. Seems like she doesn’t know what to do either.

That damn Ric Flair. What did you even get out of this? Definitely not a title match that’s for sure.

Either you do a roll up pin or you force them to tap. You’re leaning on the latter. You don’t know your time limit, so you’re gonna have to make do. You scoop Stacy up and slam her back into the pool, eggnog splashing everywhere.

Poor Torrie’s little Santa outfit was almost halfway off of her. Stacy was in the same state. You were smart enough NOT to dress in anything like that. The crowd can have them, but not you!

“You girls have five more minutes!” The referee whisper-shouted.

Five minutes, okay. That’s not bad. Five minutes…

Wait, FIVE MINUTES?! Not good. You start to panic inwardly, and Torrie is the first to catch on.

She comes out of character to check in on you for a second. That is, after she coughs out more eggnog.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine, but five minutes!” You exclaim, nearly losing your own footing, trying to adjust yourself.

You all need to start wrapping it up then. You’re almost disappointed it’s already almost over. Almost.

“Stacy!” You whisper-shout. “You’re gonna have to tap!” When you finish your sentence, you’re already moving to sweep her off her feet.

You really wish it was Torrie, but she’s too busy trying to get herself together. Man, if she threw up, there’s gonna be a problem.

Stacy desperately tries to claw at your arm to escape, to no avail. The referee circles around you two, and before you know it, she is tapping, causing eggnog to splash everywhere.

You let her go and shove her away, and the referee helps you up to raise your arm. You’re just ready to get the fuck out of dodge. You actually think that was the most embarrassing match you’ve been in.

“The winner of the eggnog match, [Name]!”

You snatch your arm from the referee and turn away to walk begrudgingly up the ramp, but don’t forget to bat your hand at the girls and the pool.

Your music blares in your ears, but it all sounds dull. All you care about is hitting the showers.

You’ve won, but at what cost? Sometimes, you really can’t help but hate your job.

As soon as you hit that curtain, Ric Flair gives you a round of applause with a smile. “Bravo!” Shockingly enough, he’s not being annoyingly loud. “Woooo! That was a show!”

“Good enough for you?” You ask sardonically. One of the stagehands passes you a towel, and you thank them. You use it to dry your face and hair. It’s gonna have to do for now.

God, you think you may have gotten eggnog in your ear…

“Hope you’re satisfied.” You have to hit your palm against your ear.

He just laughs, making you narrow your eyes.

“Listen, listen, I just have a deal for you. Because you did the favor of participating in this match, I’ve thought…how would you like to participate in the Royal Rumble?”

“What?!” You exclaim, nearly dropping your towel. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am. You see, I would like to surprise Vince. To keep him on his toes, I’m a bigger threat than he’ll ever know.” Ric explains. “There’s only 30 spots; I’m sure he will fill them quickly. So, you may want to talk to your fellow wrestlers. Maybe they’ll give up a spot.”

That’ll be hard to do. You know for a fact no man is willing to give up a spot like that. You’ll have to drive a hard bargain…

It takes a moment for you to respond. “..Well, I would love to, really! But I wouldn’t know how to get anyone to give up their spot. And I would have to just. I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

It was sprung onto you so suddenly that you weren’t sure what to do. Ric understands, luckily.

“Well, how about this? You take the rest of the night off. Go get cleaned up and think about it. Trust me, both of us are the winners.”

Now, that is an offer you cannot refuse. You’ll have to join the party next time.

For now, you just need to think.

#SCREAM IF YOU WANT IT! #DONT THROW THE TOMATOES DONT DO IT #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwf imagine #wwf x reader #wwe attitude series #RVD MY BELOVED #eh no tags for this one too lazyyy

[madangel19]

i can't find the post here but if it's the one i'm thinking of; 16 or 20 with raindrop plz i wil lsell u my kidney

I finally got around to this one! Not really a kinktober prompt, but it's kinktober lol

I went with 16 for this lil fic >:3

16. "Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

Warnings: Masturbation and some spicy talk

Word Count: 456

“Rain~” A strained voice moaned from Dewdrop’s room, making Rain stop dead in his tracks.

He sniffed the air and smirked when the familiar scent of arousal came to him. He stood before the door, listening to Dewdrop as he continued to grunt and moan from the other side. 

This was going to be another fun night. He had wanted to go to take a nice long bath and then go to bed, but all of that could wait for later. 

“Ah fuck. Rain~,” Dewdrop moaned again.

The smell emanating from the other side was too strong to resist now. Rain had to act now before another ghoul came along to claim Dewdrop for the night. He looked back and saw no one around. Perfect.

Rain grabbed the door handle and found that it was unlocked. The fire ghoul surely must have set this up to be caught in the act. 

The room was dimly lit by red led lights and laying back on the bed was Dewdrop, his hips arched as he stroked himself. The fire ghoul yelped upon seeing him, his hips going back to the bed. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dewdrop hissed, doing nothing to hide his cock. 

“I heard you calling my name. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” Rain asked, his smile growing as he took in every detail of the fire ghoul before him.

He closed the door behind him, locking it. He didn’t want anyone to interrupt them, unless it was Swiss who could just use the shadows to get in. Hopefully that wouldn't happen tonight. 

“Fuck…maybe. I just wanted to let out some steam and I thought of you just now,” Dewdrop muttered, his right hand slowly stroking himself. 

Fuck, that was hot. Rain needed to see more. 

“Keep going,” the water ghoul commanded, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting down. He wanted a show first before joining his beloved fire ghoul.

“You’re…You’re not gonna…help me out here?” Dewdrop asked, biting his lip while looking at him pleadingly.

“Not yet. I’ll let you know if I’m ready. Maybe if you put on a real nice show for me, I’ll join you sooner. Now, keep going,” Rain replied, crossing his arms as he relaxed into the chair for his show. Dewdrop whined, but he continued to stroke himself while raising his hips again.

“I’ll give you your damn show, but I’ll get you back, asshole. I’ll ride you until you see stars,” the fire ghoul grumbled, moving his hips sensually for him as he continued pleasuring himself.

“I’d like that,” Rain chuckled, already feeling himself growing hard at the thought of fucking him soon. It was going to be a very good night.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #kinktober

[munsster]

Hii, I love the way you write Robin so I was wondering if you could do a shot of aftercare and pillow talk with her and maybe Byers!reader (this is totally optional tough) hope you can do it :)

tête-à-tête

A/N: i do declare i am a byler FAN and if you didn’t know before, you know now. it’s canon now. to me, byler is canon and i’m leaving it at that. disclaimer: as always reader is step-byers (or half-byers, whichever u prefer ig)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Byers!Reader

Summary: Soft and sweaty and close proximity pillow talk with the sweetest girl ever. 1.0k words.

Warnings: alludes to sex, fluff, established relationship, cursing, byler propoganda 👹, pet names (pixie), kissing

Her nimble fingers warm your sticky inner thigh, setting your leg atop the other and wetly kissing the back of your neck as her front winds into the contours of your back. She tugs at the elastic of your cotton shorts until they hug your waist, curving over your hip where she paints her fingertips along the soft skin. Her bones go hot when you shift closer, turning to face her and slip your fingers across hers, nimble and delicate slotted between the knuckles. Her rounded lips let out a soft breath and peck your forehead.

“Feel alright, pixie?”

You nod. She smiles and melts golden around the edges, sighing into the dewy way your body flirts with hers. But she’s always been a statuesque gold. In the springtime sun, especially, letting it kiss her slender body and leave her dotted across the collar, ankles, and cheeks. And if you could count each kiss, you’d call them stars. It’s better knowing they’ll always be there in the billions.

Your eyes slink closed, one palm folded beneath your skull, lips parted for blossoming breaths that fan along her jaw and tell her how much trust is pinned into your pretty head for her.

“Robin,” you whisper, “can I tell you something?”

She smiles.

“Anything.”

“I used to think”—you chuckle—“I used to think you hated me.”

“You’re crazy,” she huffs, cupping your cheek when your eye peaks open.

“No, no! It was… last summer, I think. Maybe June?”—you blink up at the ceiling with a shrug—“Anyway, you and Harrington were all chummy, and immediately I’m like, ‘well, he doesn’t like Johnny very much, which means Robin—through the grapevine, of course—probably doesn’t like me very much,’ and then I went up to you one day, and you had the prettiest smile I’d ever seen, and I wished it was real. That you weren’t just being nice.”

“And I wasn’t,” she chuckles.

“Nope, you weren’t. Because nice girls don’t tear your favorite blouse and steal your panties.”

“Exactly, so you know I was genuinely head over heels the second you looked at me.” A laugh shakes her head, lithe peach ringlets fall limp across her cheek, and you brush them back carefully along the rest of her wavy, frizzy scalp. And each time she pauses, goes a little blank in the rounds of your eyes, you ache knowing you’re homeward bound in less than two days. She catches the dread bound across your face and fasten your lips into a frown.

“Thinking about your flight?”

“Mhm.” You ruck her shirt up and rest your hand where her pajama pants wrap around her waist, feeling the hot skin of her waist. “I just… I know Will’s having so much fun being back with Mike, and I know how much leaving is gonna crush him. He deserves so much,” you sigh, “We all do.”

But Robin knows what you’re avoiding. How your face falls every time you stall for too long, mind begging to fill the silence with her. Make it known who you’re really talking about. How leaving is gonna crush you. But she also knows you’d never be selfish like that out loud no matter how justified the notion is. Sometimes she wants you to be so greedy you’d never leave. You’d cuddle up in her room and never get up, humming along to the radio and kissing all day.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she whispers. Like if she says it too loud, you’ll go sooner. The universe will put its foot down and decide she’s been comfortable for too long. Sound the alarm, Buckley’s smiled a hundred times this week, that’s a new record.

“Come to California in the summer.”

Her heart stalls in her frail chest, though it bangs around in there harder than it has in a while. Because she has yet to tell you her best kept secret. You graduate from Lenora Hills three days after her, and she’s going to fly out to watch you walk. Had a thirty-minute phone call with Joyce to plan it and everything. So she clenches her jaw and musters up her best pout.

“C’mon, pixie, you know I’m dead broke,” she sighs, “it’s not like I’m making tips sorting slapstick comedies all day.”

“I know, I know,” you say, tugging at your 42nd Street tee keeping her cozy while you crane up to give her a quick little kiss. “‘M gonna miss you.”

It rips her up into ragged pieces when you glance down at the painted and chipped fingernails she draws across your forearm. When you go quiet, she’s all knowing. Knowing you’re thinking hard and it’s devastating you.

“I’ll miss you more,” she hums against your hairline, “but I’ll call you every single day.”

“And I’ll answer.”

“You better,” she says, “I’ll just give you the stomach bug Steve has, and then you’ll have to stay.”

You laugh through a sniffle.

“Pretty sure mom would still drag me back across the country gagging and coughing up blood.”

“Joyce does not fuck around,” she teases, hooking her fingers into your knee and tugging you close enough to breathe you in. And kiss you until you have to drag yourself away.

“No she does not—Oh, speaking of Joyce, she wanted me to tell you we’re all going apple picking tomorrow, and you’re invited. I think Mike’s coming, too,” you say, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and batting your lashes at her.

“I mean, obviously, I’m coming. Who doesn’t love a Byers adventure?” she chirps, “just tell Joyce I’ve gotta defile her daughter one more time”—she bites into your neck, and you squeal. And she’s hoping the next few days will be enough to tie her over until summer break. Who is she kidding: she’s still gonna miss how you lean into her touch and mewl against her palms. She’s always gonna miss how much you love her in person.

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