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#anyone else asks her to go to the bathroom and she says like 'ugh fine. but be quick' even if theyre a nice kid
yuis-art · 8 months
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🏋🏼‍♀️ Gym Trainer: Abby Anderson x Fem!Plus size Reader🏋🏼‍♀️
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{Hi! This is my first time writing! So hopefully u guys like it!!}
⭐️ This is a slow burn so sit back and relax, but there is definitely gonna be smut ⭐️
<Reader is plus-sized, around 250 lbs>
Btw I’m plus-size myself! So I wrote this for the plus sized girlies!!?!
Part 2 here: pt 2
Chapter one: The Meeting
< Proof read: kinda? >
“Ever since Highschool I’ve been so overweight dude and I really wanna do something about it.” You say on the phone talking to your friend Nora.
“Dude, literally come to the gym with me! You know I go to an all female gym, so you’ll feel more comfortable I promise.” Nora breathes more heavier, she’s already at the gym, she’s been running on the treadmill the whole damn time while talking to you.
“I don’t even know how you do that.”
“Do what?” She questions, still out of breathe.
“Dude how are you running on the treadmill and talking to me?”
“Oh, my friend Abby showed me how to increase my endurance while running!” You hear her pause the treadmill.
“Actually you know what, if you want too, I could introduce you to her! She’s a personal trainer at the gym! And she does classes. If you want too I could ask her if she wants an extra student!”
You hear Nora breathing heavy, you walk to your bathroom and look in the mirror at yourself.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Girl, I promise she’s chill. We met in college, we were dorm mates.”
You look in the mirror and sigh.
I mean you always wanted to better yourself, better your heath, and if Nora trust her, then you might as well give it a chance.
“Ok. Um.. ok! I’ll do it.”
“Yeah dude! Don’t worry you got this! What about tomorrow? That’s when she comes in; I’ll do the class with you I promise.”
You smile softly. “Ok! That’s fine, gotta go! But I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Ok, I’ll text you the address.”
Nora hangs up.
You look over at your wardrobe. “Damn, I need to go shopping.” You grab your keys and head outside to your car.
“Should I start buying healthy stuff, should I clean out my kitchen. Ughhh I don’t know, maybe this Abby knows how to do meal preps? I could ask her.”
You ponder as you make it to your destination. You pull up at a clothing store, searching for an outfit for the gym, even though you don’t need one you still wanna feel comfortable. All you own is baggy shirts and dirty joggers. But you wanted to at least look decent there.
You immediately head to the plus size section. “Hmmm..it’s not that busy in here.” You hold the clothes up the the mirror. “Ughhh. This is gonna look bad on me.” You say to yourself. “But it would help if I tried them on.”
You grab about 5 outfits. All 2x-3xls, you head into the dressing room.
You end up trying them on and each time you step out of the dressing room you look in the mirror in the hall. “Hmmmm..” you say to yourself. It’s an all light pink set with a matching sports bra and leggings. “Ugh, this looks bad on me, I might as well go with my joggers and shirt.” You turn around, “At least my ass looks good though.” You giggle to yourself, you also hear someone else giggle, you look up. At the end of the hallway of the dressing room entrance is a blonde, tall muscular women, she’s leaning on the wall watching you. Was she watching the whole time? Did she watch you try on each one? “I-I uh, sorry I didn’t know anyone else was back here!” You say as you grab your jacket and cover your top. “Don’t hide, you look good.” She says as she stops leaning and you see that she has a couple of clothes she’s gonna try on herself. She walks towards one of the dressing rooms, but she walks up to you first. “By the way.” She whispers a little close. “My favorite is the blue one, it looks great on you.” She smiles and walks into one of the rooms locking the door. You stand there blushing like crazy. You go back into your dressing room and cover your face. You start thinking to yourself. ‘Oh my god was she flirting..’ you start changing and you end up choosing the blue one, of course. ‘I must be delusional. She probably meant it as a compliment.’ You go to the check out with the blue gym wear in your hand. You see the muscular blonde walk out of the dressing rooms and she heads towards the line you’re in. You peek behind yourself, she’s texting someone. She looks up at you for a split second and you avert your eyes. You blush again and hold the blue gym wear close to your person. She looms over you, “which one did you go with?” You jump a little and you try to calm down; cause you’re wondering why is this beautiful hot women who is way out of tour league interested in what you’re buying. “I-I went with the blue one.” You say with a smile, holding up the outfit. She smiles at you, and holds up hers. “Cute. I’m glad.” She winks at you. You look down again, adverting eye contact. “Wh-which one did you choose.” She looks at you and smiles eagerly. “I chose orange, and the same blue color.” You smile. “Which gym do you go to?” She ask.
‘She’s gotta be interested in me, I’m not delusional.’ You think to yourself. “Well my friend, she invited me to a gym, and I’m taking my first class tomorrow with her!” You say with a nervous smile. “I think it’s called, like wolf something? I have no idea, but weird name.” The blondes eyes open widely. “So you’re the person Nora talks about?” Your eyes go wide. “N-Nora.. wait are you-“ “Abby, but abs for short.” She smiles and holds out her hand. Your face heats up and you go to grab her hand but the cashier yells at you. “Next in line!” You jump and quickly shake Abby’s hand. You say your name with a stutter, but surprisingly you got it out. You end up checking out and as soon as you’re about to leave, Abby stops you and grabs your shoulder.
“Wait here, I wanna talk to you.”
You blush and nod as you watch her check out. You study her for a moment. Her hands, the way she holds her self. Her black tank top. I know Nora talked about Abby once or twice but you didn’t expect her to be this hot. Abby grabs her bag and walks outside with you holding the door open for you. “I wanted you to know that I’m happy you chose my class! I promise I’m not scary, and I won’t be mean either. You got this yeah?” She says as she holds out a fist pump. You blush and look up at her. “Y-yeah!” You fist bump her back. She smiles. “I’ll see you around.” She begins to walk away, suddenly a burst of confidence comes thru you like a bolt. “Wait! Abby!” You stop her before she gets in her car. She looks over at you holding her car door open. “Not to sound weird, b-but what’s your number? Y-ya know just so I can ask you questions and stuff about the schedules and-“ Abby smiles and grabs her phone. “Usually I only give out my business number, but I’ll give you my direct line.” She says as she begins to say her phone number. You copy it down in your notes carefully. “Th-thank you Abby!” You say and you begin to walk to your car. As you get in you shut the door and kick your feet like crazy. “Oh my god, Nora did not tell me this trainer was a fucking goddess.” You get out your phone and quickly spam her.
You: NORA.
Nora: ?
You: YOU DID NOT TELL ME ABBY WAS THAT FUCKING HOT
Nora: HAHA, dude I could’ve sworn I shown you a pic of her.
You: WELL YOU DIDNT, I swear I have never seen a person that attractive, and omg, let me tell you what HAPPENED IN THE DRESSING ROOMCAUSE OMGMGMG
You tell Nora all about what happened and you begin driving home. Maybe it won’t be that bad, maybe it’ll be alright. Abby seems nice enough. You have hope.
authors notes: THANK YOU FOR READING PART ONE AHH, let me know if I should finish this!!
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floralemi12 · 1 month
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This is my first time writing, so please be kind :) let me know anymore hotch x reader or criminal minds x reader stories you want to see💗
The bad morning
Y/N was having bad morning. Her car broke down, so she had to take the metro, and to top it all off, as soon as she stepped out of the platform, the clouds broke and down came heavy rainfall, soaking her from top to bottom. That’s how she found herself rushing through the bullpen, and practically throwing herself at her desk.
“Rough morning” Derek teased, from where he was sat at his own desk. “Rough life” y/n groaned, trying to ring her clothes out from the rain. “What happened sugar plum?” Garcia asked, dropping a fresh cup of coffee onto y/n’s desk. “Thank you” she smiled appreciatively. “Just a bad morning” she added, taking a sip. “I’m sorry, do you need anything?” Garcia smiled, wiping some of the dripping mascara from underneath y/n’s eye. “I’m okay, I think I’m just going to change into some clothes from my go bag” y/n said, reaching underneath her bag for the bag in question.
Without saying anything else y/n stalked off to the bathrooms, bumping into a chest as she went. “Sorry.. sorry!” She quickly apologised. “you okay?” A familiar voice asked, she looked up to see who she had bumped into, and was met with the face of her long time crush, and boss, Hotch. “I’m fine, sorry” she rushed out, taking a step back. “What happened?” He asked, taking in her appearance. “Ugh, a bad morning” she sighed, wanting to get out of her clothes, and forget about her terrible morning. “Is there anything I can do?” Hotch asked her, hating the sad look that had appeared in her eyes. It took him by surprise when he saw the state of her, the normally happy, carefree woman, looking frazzled, he missed the smile that he was used to her sporting. “No I’m okay, thank you Hotch, I’m just going to change and I’ll be good as new” she smiled up at him, before continuing to the bathroom.
A few hours later, a fresh outfit, and a dozen files of paperwork completed, y/n stretched her arms above her head before standing from her desk. “Anyone want any coffee?” She asked, looking over at her team. “Me please!” Spencer smiled, a chorus of agreement from Derek and Emily followed. Y/n made her way to the kitchenette to start a fresh pot of coffee, taking out 4 mugs and preparing them each to how her friends like it. Once she was done, she handed them out and returned to her desk, only to find it with a small box, which definitely wasn’t there before. “Huh?” She whispered to herself, opening up the box to find a singular, cupcake with rainbow sprinkles, her favourite. Looking around, she took note to see if anyone was watching her, trying to figure out who the mysterious sender was. Not noticing anything suspicious, she shrugged and accepted the cupcake with a real smile on her face for the first time that day.
Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes were watching her through the slit in his office blinds, wearing a grin that he wouldn’t admit to anyone, as he saw the happy expression make its way back onto her face.
Just as y/n finished the sweet treat, her phone buzzed from beside her on the desk. Picking it up she saw the familiar contact name of her boss and couldn’t help the grin that followed.
Boss Man: I hope it made up for your bad day :)
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camstqr · 3 months
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thinking about idol!fem!reader x idol!harua being in a secret relationship and having a quickie backstage during a music bank show or whatever (he was looking way too fine in that performance wearing that blue hood & white beanie! 🤭)
ERROR: NO NAME
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Warnings: bathroom sex, NEW JEANS as side characters as well as &TEAM, unprotected sex, creampie, ass spanking, slight hair pulling, slight rough sex i guessss?, dom!harua
A/n: ugh I went to go watch it back, and Lord the unspeakable things I would do to that man 😵‍💫... Also, I tried finding artists that performed that day but found none close to his age so let's pretend y/n is a part of NJS and that NJS was there 😙. didn’t know what to name this as well :’)
DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SMUT ABOUT HARUA DO NOT LEAVE NEGATIVE COMMENTS THEY WILL BE DELETED <3
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You were so glad you guys performed first. With the way your boyfriend looked in his outfit, you don’t think you’d be able to function.
“Can you quit eye fucking him for a moment it’s gross,” Hanni whispered harshly in your ear, making sure to cover her mouth with her hands to avoid any cameras picking up on her.
“Hanni,” You whine softly, a frown slightly showing on your face. You cover your mouth with the blanket you have on your lap that’s covering your exposed legs, due to the stylists putting you all in uncomfortably matching short skirts, and leaning closer to her. “He looks so good.”
“You’re so gross,” Danielle laughs while covering her mouth as she leans into the both of you. “Seriously, I’m with Hanni on this one, I’m starting to think YOU belong in the group of wolves instead of him. It looks like you want to eat him.”
You let out a small scoff as you glance at her before softly elbowing her in the rib making her whisper an “Ow!”
You were upset that they were probably right, your eyes only focused on Harua as he smoothly moved around the stage, glancing in your direction now and then when he was not singing. Your thighs squeezed together, your eyes looking him up and down as you kept a small smile on your face like everyone else. Making it seem like you were just supporting a fellow group.
“God the eye-rolling-“
“Y/n!” Hanni hissed out as a warning looking at you with a glare.
“I was joking,” You say through gritted teeth as you continue smiling. “Calm down.”
Their song came to an end, the crowd of fans erupting in louder cheers as the screens focused on Taki for his ending fairy. Your eyes moved to the screen to get a better look, thankfully in time to see the beginning of Harua’s.
His eyes pierced through the screen, his lip slightly lifting as if he was growling and a hand coming up to make a clawed hand. You watch in awe as he quickly switches back to his piercing glare, thinking in your head the stylists and makeup artists needed a raise for making your boyfriend so look fuckable.
They leave the stage as the screen changes to something you weren’t paying attention to. You space off, thinking of your boyfriend and how incredibly hot he looked. Just then your phone vibrated in your lap scaring you, quickly recovering and checking your screen under the blanket.
A message notification from Harua lightened your screen reading, “Come backstage. Need you so bad.”
You bit your lip slightly, letting out a shaky sigh as you swipe it off your screen and stand up.
“If anyone asks I’m cramping in the restroom,” You tell Minji and Hanni quickly, as you hold your stomach for show.
“Don’t tell me,” Hanni grimaces, not finishing her sentence but hoping you would catch on.
“Yep.” You say with a wink as you look at Minji with raised brows.
“You better not get caught,” She warns you with a stern look. “But go.”
You give them a thumbs up, feigning slight pain while holding where your stomach and hips meet for the cameras around. You walk backstage, thanking that the bathrooms for KBS were in the back as well.
Your phone lights up again after you shut the door behind you, standing still in the hall as you look at your phone.
“Very last bathroom on the left, knock 3 times.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked further on the wall and turned to where the bathrooms were.
You knock 3 times on the door, waiting for a response before it quickly swings open revealing a desperate Harua.
“Hi,” He says quickly pulling you in and shutting the door behind you. He locks it and quickly jiggles it to see if it’d open, turning to you when it doesn’t. “I need you now.”
He quickly wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer and smashing his lips onto yours, his desperation noticeable with the way he messily kissed you. His bulge pressing against your crotch as he begins to harshly grind on you.
“I want to take my time with you,” He starts, pulling away from the kiss before he turns you over, bending you over the sink and in front of the mirror. “But we have to make it quick, I promise to make it up to you later.”
You gasp in surprise as he swiftly pulls your safety shorts and underwear down in one go, making you step one foot out so you can spread your legs.
“I fucking love your perverted stylists,” He groans giving your ass a harsh smack and biting his lip. “You look so fucking good in this tiny ass skirt of yours. Every male out there was looking at your ass tonight.”
“Harua,” You whine wiggling your hips and arching your back, yelping when he delivers another harsh smack. “You said to hurry.”
He glances at you in the mirror with an unreadable look, throwing off his fingerless gloves before his fingers go down to your cunt. Dipping two of them in he begins to lazily thrust them, trying to make sure you were wet enough. “Fine, whatever. You don’t even need prepping, your pussy’s so wet from just watching me perform.”
Harua reaches to unbuckle his belt before letting his black pants drop. His hand dipped into his underwear to pull out his hardened cock. He lets out a small groan as he thrusts between your pussy lips, trying to coat himself with your arousal to make it easier.
Harua wasted no time after that, quickly slamming into you with a loud groan. His face scrunched up as he let out a hiss, snapping his hips into you frantically. One hand harshly gripped your ass while the other went to hold your hip.
“Fuck y/n,” He moans out watching as your mouth drops open in the mirror. “Love your fucking pussy, as if it was fucking made for me.”
You watch him in the mirror the best you could, your eyes hooded with pleasure as you let out broken moans, the feeling of his cock in you being too much to handle. His hips thrust sloppily into you, making squelching noises with each move.
“Wasn’t it y/n?” He groans out, one hand still gripping your hip while the other comes to tug on your hair, lifting your head more. A mix of a gasp and a cry of pain pour out from between your lips as your back arches up painfully. “Just for me right?”
“Just f-for you,” You gasp out, your hips fucking back onto him and meeting him halfway with each thrust of his. “Fuck- all for you Harua.”
“Good girl,” He moans out, pulling out of you and turning you around. You’re lifted before you can even react and your ass is set on the cold sink, sending goose bumps down your body as one hand grips his shoulder for support. His arm goes behind you, forcing you to arch a certain way. “Such a good fucking girl, fuck.”
Before you know it, he’s pounding into your pussy, the new angle making you sob out in pleasure as he hits all the right spots, tears falling down your face as your other hand grips the side of the sink.
“Play with your clit,” He demands through moans before leaning up to kiss and suck on your neck. His hips stuttered, “Fuck I wish I could leave marks on you.”
You throw your head back hitting the mirror slightly, as your hand snakes down in between your bodies, doing as he says. Your fingers rubbed faster and harsh circles on your clit making you cry out from the pleasure. Your walls squeeze around Harua’s cock making him growl out, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.
“Fuck y/n,” He groans out, resting his forehead on your shoulder as his breath gets heavier. “Your moans sound so pretty, just for me huh?”
“Just for you Harua,” You sob out, the hand holding his shoulder sneaking to grip the hair under his beanie for support making him let out a loud groan at the pain. “Only you! Only you me feel this good!”
Harua’s a mess, the pleasure of your pussy squeezing around him was turning his brain into pure mush. The noises you and your pussy were making weren’t making anything any better. He couldn’t even care to suppress his noises, letting his moans and grunts flow out of his mouth carelessly with occasional whines. Your legs are beginning to shake a twitch and he notices. Your stomach caving in as you try to wiggle away from the intense pleasure, your walls fluttering like crazy around him.
The hand gripping your waist lets go, you’re still supported by the one wrapped around you as the other comes to grip his blue sweater. Harua lifts the end of the sweater and brings it up to his lips, biting it to be able to see himself thrusting into you. His hips become sloppy as his noises are muffled now, thanking himself for biting on the sweater because of how loud he was getting, the sight of your pretty cunt sucking him in and you playing with yourself being too much to handle now, nearly throwing him off the edge. Slightly adding a tinge of regret because of how badly it turned him on, hating himself for being so close so fast.
Your hand gripping his hair even harder as your legs shake intensely. A cry of his name slipping out of your mouth as your back arches into him, your mouth dropping open to let out broken squeaks as your eyes roll back into your skull. Your pussy fluttered and squeezed him tightly as you came around him, your fingers moving slower on your clit to help you ride it out. Harua lets out a grunt as he sees your juices dripping out of you and onto the floor. He cums with a muffled groan as he buries his cock deep inside you with one last harsh thrust. He hips twitching and grinding against you as cum spurts out of him and deep into you. Making small thrusts to help you both ride your highs.
He slips out of you with a pop, watching as his cum oozes out of you slowly. You hold onto the skin as he grabs a paper towel from the small stand next to the sink. He wipes himself clean before tucking himself back in his underwear and drops his sweater back down. He grabs another one, softly cleaning his cum that leaks out of you as your pussy clenches around nothing, not forgetting to clean the floor too. He throws the towels away and helps you down before washing his hands.
Harua lets out a soft laugh as he looks at your hair and makeup, shaking his head with a small smile as he helps you put your shorts and underwear back on.
“What?” You say with a scowl on your face as you watch him pull up his jeans, buckling his belt swiftly.
He looks at you with a smirk before motioning to the mirror. You turn around, seeing your hair is a mess and your face stained with tear streaks, wiping the makeup off in its path, gasping loudly.
“I’ll have my artist help you calm down.” Harua chuckles, hugging you from behind as he kisses you on the side of your head. You immediately get wet again as you feel his cock against your ass.
You turn around with a pout, making me laugh before he leans in again, this time planting a kiss on your lips. His hand snakes around your waist to pull you closer while the other goes under your skirt to harshly grip your ass making you moan out. He gives your ass one more harsh smack before pulling away from the kiss.
He grabs your phone and hands it to you, leading you out of the restroom and into the &TEAM room.
You’re surprised to see your makeup artists there, her face showing she was not surprised as she says, “Minji texted me, sit.”
You give her a sheepish grin as you sit in an empty chair in front of where she is standing, Yuma sitting next to you. Another staff member working on your messed up hair briefly, as Harua goes to pull up a chair in front of you.
“Y’know y/n,” Yuma starts with a grin on his face, Harua glaring at him to not say anything dumb. “You help Harua live up to his bunny status.”
You glare at him the best you can as your makeup artist cleans you up, “Shut up.”
“It’s true,” Taki chimes in. “All he talks about is how horny he is for you and how he wants to have sex with you, You guys fuck like bunnies in heat when you’re with each other.”
Harua lets out a shout as he hits Taki with the nearest pillow, making the boy screech and shout out for K. Harua watches intensely as your makeup artist works, the staff quickly shooing you away letting you stop to give Harua a quick peck, his hand quickly coming to slap your ass again. You leave backstage, quickly walking over to your table as best as you can, legs still slightly wobbly.
“You reek of sex.” Haerin comments, covering her nose as a joke before pulling a perfume from her bag, and allowing you to spray yourself.
“Thank you.” You mutter paying attention to the stage as you see &Team coming from backstage from the corner of your eye.
You keep a soft smile on your face, trying hard not to let it grow bigger as you feel Harua’s eyes on you as he walks to the table next to yours. What a man.
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crowleysgirl67 · 4 months
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Touches
Author: @crowleysgirl67
Word Count: 2256
Parings/Characters: Bucky x Reader (Eventual), Avengers team, Nat x Steve, 
Warnings: AU ish i guess, show warnings, idk 
A/N: Thanks for reading!  
Steve had brought Bucky to the tower. It was awkward as you all stood there as he introduced him and Bucky kept avoiding looking anyone in the eye. You were tired of the awkwardness so you stepped forward.
“I’m (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you Sargent Barnes. I hope we can all make you feel welcome and comfortable here.” you extended your hand to him as you emphasized the all as you gave Tony a look. He wasn’t sure about him and was still pissed about the Winter Soldier killing his parents. 
He grumbled under his breath but stayed silent. 
“(Y/N) your glov…” Nat started but it was too late as Bucky took your hand in a firm shake as he introduced himself. You sucked in a deep breath as his memories filled your head and you dropped to your knees. You’d seen some horrible shit in people's memories before but none had made you drop to your knees in agony the way Bucky's memories were.
“What’s happening? What’d I do?” Bucky asked, concerned he’d done something wrong.
“She has powers, she can know everything about a person just by skin to skin contact. There’s more but no one knows the extent of them.” Steve replied grimly. He’d known whatever happened to his best friend had been bad but he was unaware of just how bad it was. He’d seen you work before, brought in when the bad guys weren’t giving up information, or they were withholding more than what little they were giving up. Some made you grimace but nothing had you on the floor like you were now.
Bucky looked taken aback and horrified. Steve pulled him back away from you as Nat barked orders for everyone to give you breathing room. It was several minutes before you were able to regain composure. 
“(Y/N) are you alright?” Nat asked, kneeling besides you.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m ok.” you rasp as you make your way to standing up. 
Nat took hold of your elbow and helped you up. You shot her a grateful smile as you felt drained and not as steady on your feet. 
“What the hell was that?” Tony demands “That’s never happened before.”
“I don’t have enough energy to deal with this right now. We can discuss it later.” you brushed his question off.
Tony looked like he wanted to argue but he knew better. “Fine. But you’re going to the med bay to get checked out.” The two of you stared at each other.  
“Ugh, fine but only because I’m too tired for this shit.” you relented.
***
Steve showed Bucky around the compound and the room he’d be staying in.
“I’ll let you get settled. My room is down the next hall if you need me.” Steve pats him on the back. 
“Thanks,” he replied, stepping into the room. It was a room, a bed with a bathroom attached and some closet space. A tv hung on the wall across from the bed. He left the door open as he pushed further into the room. He flicked the bathroom light on and looked around. It was a nice bathroom with a shower and a separate freestanding tub. He turned the light out and went back into the main part of the room, footsteps from the hall catching his attention. 
Thinking it was Steve again he stepped out of the room and just about into you. 
“Sorry.” he said, taking a step back.
“Not your fault.” you replied. “I should watch where I’m going. I’m not used to people in this hall.”
He looked you over before replying. You seemed better than you had been earlier. “What do you mean?”
“My rooms the next one over. Nobody else is in this hall. Well I guess now you are.” 
He gives you a puzzled look, “Why hasn’t anyone else been here?”
“Mostly cuz Tony is worried my powers could do something. While I mostly have control they can still be unpredictable even to me. He doesn’t say anything to me but I can feel his hesitation and see his thoughts.” you head toward your room as Bucky follows.
“What is it that you can do exactly? If you don’t mind me asking. Steve said you get people's memories by skin contact.” He was curious, naturally. All the shit he’d been through, things he’d never wish on another person had been thrown onto you.
You beckoned him in as he hesitated in your doorway. He was still hesitant but stepped further into the room as you sat on the bench at the foot of your bed to take off your shoes. 
“Have a seat.” you gestured to the chair in the corner. “What do you want to know?”
He took a seat, “The memories, do you get all of them?”
“Yes, any memories a person has I get with a touch. Their thoughts, feelings, things like that. In rare cases if the emotions are intense enough I will in essence experience what they went through.”
“Did you… Were mine one of those times?” he licked his lips. 
“Yes.” you weren’t going to lie to him. “But don’t feel bad. You didn’t know what was going to happen. I should have been more careful about having my gloves on with someone new around.”
“I’m sorry.” He felt guilty in a way, like sure it wasn’t his fault but it was still the fucked up shit in his head.
“It isn’t your fault James.” you say softly. 
He swallowed and ignored the rush of feeling that came with the sound of his name from your lips, “Is it contact via your hands only or does any skin contact trigger you?”
“Any. It's why I don't wear clothing that reveals skin. Long sleeves only if I'm out in public.” 
“What makes here so different?” he asked, noting you in a tank top and leggings. 
“Prolonged contact with everyone. Once I've touched a person I already have everything about them. If I touch them again even accidentally the only new information I receive is their memories, thoughts, feelings etc.. from between the last time I touched them and the new touch. Enough exposure and I don’t need touch to be in tune with them. I sense their feelings and can, if I focus, see their thoughts without touching them.”
“So downstairs earlier, staring with Stark. You were assessing him?” Bucky took an educated guess based on what you’ve told him so far.
You let out a surprised laugh, “Yeah, yeah I guess I was.”
***
Over the next few months you formed a close relationship with Bucky. He trusted you because you knew the truth about what happened to him, albeit in an unexpected manner. You hadn’t had skin contact again since the first time, so his rising crush on you had seemed to escape your freaky sense gaze. 
“Barnes.” Tony greeted as he walked into the common area. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”
“Stark.” he returned the greeting. “No I haven’t she said something about helping Nat with some project, I don’t know.”
“If you see her let her know I need to see her.” he walked away and Bucky shook his head. You had an odd relationship with Stark and he was never sure what to make of it. You didn’t seem to be in a romantic relationship, and if you were it wasn’t obvious. If he was honest he really didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being in a romantic relationship if it wasn’t with him. He knew the rabbit hole he would go in with thoughts like that so he got up to go in search of you. He tried the usual haunts, your bedroom, the gym. The lab was an obvious no since Stark was looking for you and that’s where he usually was. 
Taking a chance that maybe Steve would know where you were he went down the hall where his bedroom along with Nats was. Giggling from Natashas room had him skipping Steves and making his way down to hers. 
“That’s actually pretty cool. When did these pop up?” It was Nat speaking, the cracked door was enough for him to hear the conversation clearly.
“They’ve been here awhile. I just hadn’t had any real reason to try to strengthen them.” this time it was you who spoke.
“That reason wouldn’t happen to be a tall hunk of a man would it?” Nat teased. Bucky heard a thump and a muffled “Hey” from Natasha. 
“Shut up Nat.” 
“Fine, but only if you show me more of that. Can you do it for others?”
“I don’t know. I can try. Where’s Steve? I’m sure he’ll let me use him as a guinea pig.”
“Whoa no wait come back!” Nat exclaimed.  
The door to the room flung open as your giggling figure ran out and straight into Bucky. 
“Oof,” you grunted and wrapped your hands around strong biceps as you caught yourself. 
“Shit (Y/N)! Are you alright?” He put his hands on your hips to steady you. 
“I’m fine. What are you doing out here?” 
“Looking for you. Stark wants to see you.” 
“He can wait. Where’s Steve? I wanna show him something cool with Nat.” you grin up at him, excitedly. 
“Don’t you dare (Y/N)! I’ll tell him about your crush!” Nat appears in the doorway.
“What crush?” Bucky questions looking down at you. 
“Her crush on you.” Nat smirks as you blush, aware of the fact Bucky had yet to release your hips, and you your grip on him. 
“Thanks a lot Nat! I’m totally showing Steve now.”  
“You have a crush on me?” he was shocked but also excited at the prospect you liked him back.
“Yes.” you bit your lip, a habit he noticed you did when nervous.
“Well then I really think you should use your power on me again Supergirl.” he wet his lips. He was ever so aware that you were about to get every little detail about what he thought of you. 
You lowered your hand down to his exposed forearm, gently coming to rest your bare hand against his skin. Your eyes widen as you blush more. 
Nat chuckling breaks your spell and the red in your cheeks darkens as you remember you have an audience. 
“To be continued.” you whisper up at him. 
“Agreed.” a playful smile graced his face. “Now what was it you needed Steve for?”
“Nat and Steve sittin’ in a tree.” you start taunting, giggling. Nat lunged at you and you evaded her by hiding behind Bucky.
“What’s going on?” Steves voice rang through the hall. 
An evil grin spread across your face as you dart in his direction. 
“Run supergirl I got you covered.” Bucky laughs as he grabs hold of Nat.
“Don’t you dare (Y/N)!” She screeches. 
Steve has a perplexed look as he takes in the sight of whatever this was as he approaches.
“I can do a cool new thing. Care to be my test subject?” you bounce on the balls of your feet, excitedly. “It won't hurt, promise. Nat and I tried it earlier.”
“No! We just tried you, showing me your feelings! You haven’t tried transference of someone else's feelings!”  
“No better time to try!” you grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him over to Nat and took her hand. Your eyes flashed gold as you focused on Steve first. He liked Nat but let his feelings of not belonging in this time and his intense crush on Peggy get in his way. You took his liking of Nat and brought it forward, focusing you held your breath as you moved it to Nat. Her soft inhale let you know it worked, you let her feel them a few moments before pulling back. You repeated the process of showing Steve her emotions, before releasing their hands and stepping back.      
Bucky had released his hold on her and moved to your side, draping his arm around your waist. Nat and Steve stared at each other processing what just happened.
“Let’s give them some space.” he said, pulling you back down the hall. You made your way down to your own hall. “So what was that?” 
“I was able to show their feelings for each other to them. So Steve felt that Nat liked him and vice versa.” 
“Nat mentioned something about you showing her your feelings?” 
You nod, “Do you maybe wanna try that?” you ask shyly. 
“Only if you want to, doll.” he squeezed your hand gently.
“Come on.” you pulled him into your room and got comfortable on the bed. You pat the bed beside you and he sat down. Taking his hands in yours you begin the process of showing him your feelings for him. You were so focused that him pulling you in for a kiss surprised you. The connection was lost as you squeaked in surprise. 
His lips were warm and slightly chapped as they pressed against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted for what felt like hours, before he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. 
“Wow.” you smiled and he chuckled. 
“I’d like to take you out on a proper date.”
“I’d like that, and you may. But first I want you to do all those dirty thoughts to me.” you giggle as he groans low in his throat.
“As you wish, my supergirl.” he kisses you again.
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Aka : a self indulgent Matt Murdock fanfic that has been stuck in my head. You’re a jury counsellor and with a single night he changes your decision
Characters : Matt Murdock, jury Y/N
Warnings : oral (f receiving) unprotected sex,piv sex , Matt Murdock, slow burn
“The jury should not be biased by one or another attorney and their choice”
“Melanie, I told you. I left the earring on my bedside table, I don’t know where it went and that’s it! And i don’t know anyone else except you who lives in our apartment!” You sighed. Your roommate had taken your hoop earring but she didn’t wanna accept it.
It was a hot day for New York . The heavy air of July bothered the people as you went back to the courthouse after eating your lunch (a 15 dollars sandwich with extra iceberg salad ).
Your job wasn’t that hard, although it was picky. Almost everything depended on you and that weight on your shoulders was heavy. How the person’s life will go depends on you. That thought was eating you from the inside since you actually got the job for court jury. The case you were working on for now, was one of your biggest. A woman had killed her husband and lover, burying them in the back garden. Apparently her excuse was “that both of them had cheated” . Ugh, what a skunk.
Your former superior, Blake tower was fighting against some unknown firm, “Nelson & Murdock” . You thought that tower’s point of view was the right one and that the woman should go to jail, but she just continued saying that she didn’t kill them, but confronted them.
After a while you and your coworkers had decided on a break which led you here, sitting in the lounge room of NY’s courtroom, arguing on the phone with Mel and her friends.
Someone with a tall figure approached you, a cane in his hand. You realized it was that other attorney, mr. Murdock. “Uhh, I’ll call you back, Mel.” You put your phone to the side, helping the man sit on the chair in front of you. “I believe you’re Y/L/N, right? I wanted to talk to you about the DA, Tower.” He said, his voice confident and low. He was handsome, and somehow, he knew it. His chin was always high ahead, voice lingering over people’s minds. His hair a dark brown, eyes hidden by ruby red glasses. He was very attractive if we gotta be true, face like a painting. His tongue came out to lick his lips, waiting for you to answer. “Uh, yeah. What about him?” You snapped out of your trance . “I think he’s wrong in this situation. My client has the right to say that she didn’t murder them. But- ah. Sorry, you must’ve just gotten your lunch?” He asked. ‘How did he know?’ Eh, anyways. “Y-yeah. But it’s fine. Why do you think so, you sure?” You question. He told you that his business partner was going to give the best defence in court history, making you laugh. “Hey uhh, I know this makes no sense, but do you mind if you went on a dinner with me? J-just to change your mind of course.”he asked.
You questioned a bit but accepted, settling down to the same night.
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It was 6pm, an hour away from your dinner with Matt Murdock, but you were nervous. Never choosing between a black dress that hugged your thighs and brang you luck or a dark red dress with a leg slip. You pondered for a while and put on the red dress, make up already done. ‘Why am I even doing this.He’s blind’ you asked yourself. But you felt good, confident, sexy , even. He made you feel that way.
You took your bag and shouted to Melanie in the bathroom “MELLS, You are gonna be gone till midnight, kay?” . You wanted the two of you to be alone if he actually came. Just in case. You heard her murmur something under the sound of loud music and took it as a “yess” or an “okayyugh “ .
Contently, you walked out with your small bag, wearing scandal black heels. ‘Tower wouldn’t be very happy to see me like this. Well, good that I’m going over to some unknown jazz house I guess.’ You thought as you got in the cab you called, almost singing the address he gave you.
As you walked up to the door he opened it for you. He looked magnificent, suit tidy and glasses that matched your dress. “Hi.” He said, grinning. “Hi hello” you said, voice drowning in the loud chello.
“Our table is somewhere over there. Apparently.” He stated , you giggling at his words.
The dinner went better than you thought, everything sweet and smooth . He gave you a couple reasons that his client didn’t commit the murder and you replied with a “I’ll think about changing my opinion, Murdock.” You guys talked about your work, craziest cases and where you went to university. And soon enough you guys were full of fries and enjoying the light music that twirled around the room, making the whole situation more romantic than it should’ve been. You agreed with him on some points and yes, there were some holes in Tower’s words but you still didn’t believe him.
“You know, it’s getting pretty late, we have a case to worry about tomorrow so uhh…” you hoped he would offer to escort you home. And maybe, just maybe he could read your mind in braille because that’s exactly what he asked to do.
You were chatting in the taxi, up until your apartment’s door and- god, his lips looked so kissable, soft and red. So beautiful, his whole figure was beautiful, broad shoulders and biceps that were hugged just right by his shirt.
Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned a little closer to you, magnified by each other. And in one moment of heavy breathing and a little luck, his hand caressed your face, pulled you in. The kiss was passionate, all teeth and tongue. You had thought about the attorney since you met him a few cases ago but never thought it would end like this. As he deepens the kiss, you let your hands wander through his hair , he pushed your apartment door open. His hands on your waist, neck, in your hair. He was everywhere, his cologne, the faint smell of Oakwood, warm coffee and light alcohol. As he walks you two through your apartment,you pull your legs against his waist and hold his neck for support, and as he gets your hint, his hands snake up to hold you at your thighs. Strangely enough, he found his way around your apartment better than you, especially for a blind. drunk. man that has never been at your place before. But you didn’t really care at that moment because his mouth on yours was the only thing you could think about and the way that his smell intoxicated you. 
As he put you down on your couch, he took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. And you? You were enjoying the sight of Matt Murdock and those rolled up sleeves. “I really would like to finish off this fine evening with maybe pleasing you?” his words sent a pleasing shiver down your spine “Of course, only if you’d like. I can leave anytime, just-” you stopped his babbling with another kiss, drawing him in by his tie. And that seemed to finish him off, because as he growled into the kiss, pushing your legs apart, the leg slip of your dress pulling up between your legs. “I’ll take that as a yes, then” he smiled through the kiss, pulling you to the edge of the couch. He pulled your dress up and took a breath, your natural smell invading him. And he fucking loved it. Pointing his attention to your now soaked panties, he licked his lips, his senses tasting you in the air. He moaned groaned at your smell, pushing your legs further apart and breathing you in.
Then he pushed your underwear out of the way and devoured the absolute shit out of you.
And as he did so, you let out the most obsene noises, little whimpers and whines, then desperate moans. He licked a long stripe up from your core to your now throbbing clit, relishing in the fact that you were oh so wet for him,tasting you and diving in you like a mad man. But you could tell he was also enjoying this, by the groans he let out, that made you thighs shake. You tried to suppress your noises, but he was having none of that. Painfully, he withdrew his head away from you cunt, looking in your general direction, grabbing your chin. “Try to be quiet again and see what happens.” Your bottom lip quivering, you made a mental note to be as vocal as possible. He lowered his face and delved into you again. Devouring you like a man starved, adding his god shaped- hands to the mix. One palm gripping your thigh, at the little crease right before your ass, other one snaking to you cunt. Relishing in the hot feel of his tongue on you, not expecting those two cold fingers prodding at your core. Silent laughs at the little gasps you dropped as his fingers entered you. You looked down at him, feeling him knuckle deep, snug in your tight pussy. His mouth closed around your clit and he started sucking. And there you were, sitting there, thinking ‘this is it. i died and i’m in heaven.’ until he started moving with his fingers. Stretching them, scissoring you made your brain clear out of everything, thick fingers curling to find your g-spot and abuse it. He was mumbling something unintelligible, the vibrations giving you that delicious friction .Feeling a tight knot grip your stomach, you tried to warn Matt , but all that you could mutter between moans was a weak “M-Mattyy… ‘mma..” before you were coming undone around his fingers. Letting you ride through your orgasm, he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, slowing down the pace.
Murmuring praises, he kisses your clit, earning a jolt from your thighs and a mear whimper. Biting his way up your body, wasting time at your breasts, licking up the valley between them, until he was face to face with you, dark brown eyes unfocused and warm, the slight shimmer on his lips from your essence made you delve in. Kissing him, you tasted yourself on his tongue, salty and draft. Trying to get his belt off, you struggled, earning a chuckle from Matt. As he made quick work of sliding it through his hands and throwing it on the floor, pants following through. He towers over you, immediately making you feel small, causing blood to rush to your cheeks. He smirks, cradling your face in his hand. “Don’t get shy on me sweetheart, we’re jus’ getting started.” Pupils dilating, you look at his very obvious dick print, trying to figure out exactly how big he is. Almost answering your question, he takes the slacks off too, his impressive size slapping against his stomach. You feel your mouth salivating, but before you could get to your knees, he grabs your thighs, moving you to sit on top of his lap, crossing your hands to the couch behind his neck, trapping you in and suddenly all you can see, sense, feel was him, him, him.
He slowly slides your folds open with his tip, a wet squelch being heard. You whine, eliciting an amused sound and an “Eager, aren’t you, pretty thing?”, causing a moan to escape from within your throat. He slides in, the stretch burning slightly, making you let out a strangled sound. He stiffens, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you still. “Are you okay?” the words fade in front of your ears, the haze his dick put you in keeping you in your own Matt-Murdock-s-cock bubble. “Yeah… please. Please, Matt.” you let out a meak attempt to keep the moans in as he pushes in to the hilt, staying as still as he can. Once you feel stretched enough, you clench, once, hearing the groan (™️) that erupts from deeply in his chest. “Don’t tease me like that, fuuuuck…” Matthew grips at your ass, slowly moving you up and down, finding a rhythm the both of you could keep up. As soon as you feel confident enough, you push your sweaty face from his chest, where it had been lying till then. Gripping the headrest for dear life, you start slowly riding him, adjusting to his girth. Slowly letting your jaw fall, you can no longer contain the groans and whines of the lawyer’s name. A deep growl grows from his chest, the vibrations making you mewl on your own.
“Ma-atthew! I-” you attempt, but after hearing his searing “shh, I know sweetheart. J-just relax f’me.”, you let it come to you, drenching his cock in your juices, letting your head fall to his neck. You can feel him clenching his jaw, veins on his neck visible, as he painfully pulls out of you, releasing his load on his stomach. You stand there for a little while, letting each other catch their breath. You close your eyes for a little bit, letting yourself relax in his sticky, sweaty, but warming touch. Not later after that, you’re both cleaned up and in bed, cuddling. You don’t exactly know what that makes you two, but you don’t wish to worry about it right now. Not now. Not when his warm forearms are wrapped tightly around your stomach, leg draped over yours, securing you, in a way.
Some time in the night you’re woken up by a very low-toned Matt, saying something. "Your roomate just came home...drunk." Murmuring a curse, you cuddle deeper in his embrace, catching the warm chuckle that spreads through his chest and envades yours.
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In the morning, you're waken up by an alarm, but it's not yours. Hearing a familiar groans, your eyes prickle with the sun beaming on you,and you crinkle a smile, seeing a very disheveled Matt Murdock trying to find his phone in the bundle of clothes you left from last night. Your door is bright open and Mellany springs through it, bringing both of you coffee, and with a bright smile on her face (and a wiggle of her eyebrows) gives you back the other golden hoop earring. You stand up, going to get your clothes, enjoying the silent morning, nothing too loud, which is weird, by the fact that the crappy apartment that you rented is in the heart of the real Hell's Kitchen.
"So... are we going to repeat this sometime?" you hear him, loud and clear. "We'll see how it goes, Murdock. But for now, we have a case to finish."
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Emma's first period.
Platonic!Emma × Reader.
Gender neutral but she calls you with the "-nee" suffix once in the beginning and you enter the restroom with her.
Mentions of Shin being dead. Grandpa Sano mentioned lmao.
You are suddenly startled by the ringing of your phone. You set your items next to the aisle and pick them up.
"Hello?"
"Y/N-nee, something is wrong." The girly voice says from the other side.
You used to be friends with Shinichiro before he passed, thanks to him you met his two younger siblings, Manjiro- no, he would throw a tantrum if you said that: Mikey, and Emma.
After the loss of their older brother, you started visiting them and their grandpa every chance you could. You helped out around when you felt like it and tried to offer some semblance of normalcy in their lives. Helping them with school work (well, forcing Mikey to do his homework), gossiping about Emma's crush, telling them stories about Shin and even guiding them through their recent start on teenagehood whenever they allowed you to.
"What? What happened? Are you OK?" You ask now concerned, already about to leave your stuff stranded there to run to the girl's rescue.
"I'm... I'm in the toilet and I'm bleeding." She responds.
You think for a moment. "Wait... Where are you bleeding from."
"Well... Down there?" She responds shyly.
"Oh, thank God." You might have forgotten to talk about one very important topic. You didn't expect it to be so soon "You'll be OK, love. You got your period. I'll be at your place in a moment. Is anyone else home?"
"Grandpa is teaching and Mikey is napping, I think."
"Alright, if you feel unwell while you wait you can try calling one of them, but I promise you'll be OK, I'm on my way." You grab some pads and snacks from a nearby shelf and get some pain meds before paying for all the items and rushing to the Sano residence.
You unlock the door with your keys that Grandpa Sano had made for you some time ago and step in, setting your bags on the dinner table and going to the restroom Emma might be in.
You knock. "Emma? It's me."
"You can come in." Says the girl, opening the door slightly.
You step inside carefully and crouch on the floor in front of her.
"It hurts..." She says softly. "I thought something was wrong..."
You get some pads from the bag you brought with you. "Here, I'll teach you how to stick them." You unwrap the pad for the girl and show her the covered sticky sides. "Now uncover the bottom one and stick it right in the middle of the underwear." She does as you say. "Perfect. Take the plastic off the wings and stick them tightly on the sides of the cloth." She does so a bit slowly, accidentally making one of the wings stick to itself and then trying again.
"Done." She says.
"Good job. I'll wait for you outside, yeah?" She nods and you leave the bathroom, putting the padded packet back in your bag and waiting for her to come out. After around a minute, she does.
You go with her to her bedroom and she immediately lays in bed with a grumpy face. "Does this mean I'm grown at least?" It's obvious she doesn't like the situation, but she always had the want to show she was already a woman, so the words just came out.
"Eh... Not really." You set the pads on her nightstand and sit next to her on the bed, caressing her honey-blonde hair. "You are bigger than you were yesterday, but you're still a kid... well, teen, and that's fine. Don't rush it."
She looks up at you with a pout and you start talking again. "This will be uncomfortable for a few days and maybe hurt a bit, but it shouldn't be too bad. If it is, we'll tell your grandpa to take you to the doctor."
"I thought it was supposed to start later?" She looks almost offended.
"Well, it depends, some get it at 8, others at 17, there's not one exact age." You caress her hair some more and she starts to relax.
"How long will it last?"
"Hmm. From three to seven days normally. Sometimes more or less."
"Ugh." That's all she says.
"You might get bloated, break out, have pain in weird parts of your body, feel fatter, uglier, weaker, more uncomfortable, or like everything sucks, but try not to listen to those thoughts too much, it's not ALL bad, you're in your period. When it's over, you'll go back to normal. Your hormones are hell right now, so don't think you're crazy if you suddenly start crying or yelling about something you don't normally even care about."
"Ugh." She groans. "That sucks."
You chuckle. "Hey, but it's a good excuse for some stuff."
"Like what?" She asks, getting in a better position with her head on your thighs.
"Well, chocolate sometimes helps with the pain, so you can eat all you want." You start. "Even though exercise can help too, you need to rest, so you can stay all day in bed, or on the couch watching TV."
She doesn't look too convinced, but she doesn't seem to dislike the ideas.
"You can go and act like a poor damsel in distress and get Mikey to do your chores for you."
Her eyes brighten. "OK, I don't have a choice, and it still sucks... But it's not ALL bad." Her expression is more relaxed now.
"Oh no, you look like you're in pain."
"What? Oh no, it's honestly not th-"
"We better have some chocolate to make it better!"
"Oh, I mean, ouch! So hurt, such pain!" she says dramatically.
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I'm on my period and have older sister syndrome so I got this idea and needed to write it.
I headcanon she developed early from what we've learned.
And also like, she definitely has an obsession with seeming grown.
She deserved a good female role model ffs.
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Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Dragon meets Purple, Pt 4
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Over the next couple of days Miranda couldn't help but notice that something had changed. Wilhemina and you had been quite flirty with each other. Miranda knew you to be flirty and somehow she didn't mind it as you would quite openly hit on her as well but she never knew Wilhemina to return your comments. Of course she had seen Wilhemina's gaze lingering on your chest or ass. And Miranda couldn't help but stare herself. You knew how to dress yourself, exposing parts of your body slightly but still looking fashionable and professional.
Her usual coffee date with Wilhemina was scheduled to be in her office today but she didn't want anyone overhearing the conversation she wanted to have with the redhead today.
She enters a few minutes before her usual time. ,,Ms Priestly, to what do I owe this pleasure?'' Wilhemina smirks before Miranda hands her a coffee cup. They talk business for a while, going over their schedules, some budgeting and other things that needed sorting.
The redhead could tell something was on the other woman's mind. ,,Miranda what is it?'' she asks eventually before Mirandas inner dragon makes an appearance for a swift moment.
,,Are you sleeping with her?'' she asks, her gaze averting Wilhemina's.
,,Sleeping with whom?'' Wilhemina asks, of course knowing deep down what she was implying.
,,My assistant'' Miranda replies, pursing her lips.
,,Emily? ugh no, never had a thing for the brits'' Wilhemina jokes, a smirk playing on her face. Miranda can't help but chuckle bitterly in response.
,,Y/N, are you sleeping with her?'' she finally asks, her voice sounding serious.
Wilhemina hesitates, she doesn't want to hurt Miranda but at the same time she has nothing to hide as Miranda made it quite clear in the past that this was an open thing between them. However, Miranda hadn't seen anyone since her situation-ship with Wilhemina.
,,Yes'' Wilhemina simply replies, unsure what else to say.
Miranda simply nods in response to the redheads words, appreciating Wilhemina's honesty and at the same time knowing she is the one who suggested them being open in the first place.
,,So what happens now?'' Wilhemina asks, uncertainty filling her features.
,,Nothing changes, unless you want it to'' Miranda gives Wilhemina the choice.
,,Dinner tonight?'' Wilhemina smirks contently before Miranda agrees and gets ready to exit her office.
It was a Thursday evening and neither Miranda or Wilhemina enjoyed being in the public much but they decided on getting dinner at Miranda's favourite restaurant tonight. They catch up on how things have been going, gossiping a little about Emily and Miranda talking about the hideous designer show she attended earlier in the day. Eventually the subject changes to you.
,,By the way Y/N is staying with me until she can find an apartment''. Wilhemina explains, leaving the detail out how she found you in your pjs one evening, knowing Miranda is your boss after all and not wanting to get you into trouble.
,,Fine by me, never known you to be a good samaratin like that though'' Miranda simply replies before carrying on with some other subject.
A couple of hours later, you wake up in the middle of the night, needing to use the bathroom. After, you quickly get some water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.
Blinking away the sleepiness and focusing on your feet to guide you back into the comfort of Wilhemina's guest room, you suddenly see a very familiar set of heels. Your eyes snap open as the puzzle pieces finally connect.
,,Miranda?!'' you gasp as you see her come out of Wilhemina's bedroom.
The echoing of a cane is to be heard seconds later as Wilhemina appears behind her in a purple bathrobe.
,,You are sleeping with my boss?'' you exclaim slightly shocked even though you knew deep down as they weren't all that subtle.
,,You are sleeping with HR?'' Miranda replies, a smirk playing on her lips.
The room fills with silence and for the first time since Wilhemina and Miranda had known you, you didn't have any words and simply gawped.
After a few seconds you look up seeing the smiles playing on Miranda and Wilheminas faces before you ask ,,What's funny about this?''
Miranda simply smirks before replying ,,That's all'' moving her hand to shoo you back to your room.
,,We will have a conversation about this tomorrow'' she states before looking at Wilhemina and returning back to bed.
The tension between Miranda and Wilhemina was palpable as they sit across from each other in Miranda's elegant living room the next day. The conversation had taken a sharp turn, becoming more heated and charged with unspoken emotions.
,,I don't understand why you are upset about this'' Wilhemina snaps, her voice tinged with frustration. ,,You're the one who suggested we keep things open'' she carries on.
Miranda's lips tighten, her gaze icy. ,,I didn't think you would act on it so quickly, with my assistant of all people''.
Wilhemina scoffs, leaning back in her chair ,,Don't act so high and mighty Miranda, you can't deny you find her attractive''.
Miranda's cheeks flush slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. ,,That's beside the point'' she coldly states, averting her gaze.
,,Is it?'' Wilhemina counters. ,,Or are you just upset because you're not the one getting to enjoy her company?''
Miranda's jaw clenches, her gaze meeting Wilhemina's again. ,,This is absurd, we can't share''.
In response the redheads lips curl into a smirk ,,Who said anything about sharing, I merely suggested we could both enjoy her''.
The suggestion hangs in the air, the tension slowly fading and the possibility lingering. Miranda's mind races, torn between indignation and a deep desire she couldn't deny.
Miranda has been in a few relationships, even marriages. Eventually her career would always interfere. On top of it her personality, she knew deep down she was old fashioned but she always tried hard. The possibility of dating anyone from her workplace, never really occurred to her. Since the hook ups with Wilhemina, the thought crossed her mind a few times if this could actually work, considering Wilhemina worked the same hours and they knew the importance to keep this private. Miranda hadn't been ready yet to fully commit to Wilhemina but she couldn't deny she enjoyed her company, the sass and the fact she would enjoy sitting or laying beside her in peace. But somehow since you had arrived there was this feeling she couldn't shake.
,,And what makes you think, she would agree to such a proposition?'' Miranda breaks the silence.
Wilhemina shrugs casually, her gaze not averting from Miranda for a single moment. ,,Y/N is young, adventurous. And let's face it, she's attracted to both of us''.
Miranda's pulse quickens at the thought, her initial stubbornness about the subject weakening with each passing moment. She had always prided herself on her independence, her unwillingness to share anything she considered hers. But there it was again, something about you that tired a longing within her, a desire she couldn't ignore.
,,Fine'' Miranda finally agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. ,,But she's mine tonight''.
Wilhemina's smirk widens into a satisfied grin. ,,Agreed, dear''.
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nohoney · 9 months
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anonymous said: Love love love your Us series! I wanted to know if y/n would ever go out and get back at keigo/touya by sleeping with someone else? Especially after they just continue to hurt her on purpose when they found out about the drugs. (From the prev dabbles)
note: the reader in the main series wouldn’t go through with it but let’s explore anyway if she at least attempted to (¬‿¬ ) this takes place just right after the reader leaves the bathroom in pt 2 but she and keigo don’t speak in the bathroom to make up
pt 1 / pt 2
warnings: infidelity, drug use, angst
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“Fine. I was checking on you, but you don’t want me.”
You turn away quickly from him Keigo, leaving him behind and keeping in a cry when you hear him drag the girl he was with into the bathroom. Touya was already cruel enough to point out that Keigo had gone out of sight for quite a while. You’re not stupid; they’re both giving you payback.
I didn’t even fuck anyone! You loudly scream in your head.
But now you were wanting to.
It’s a horrible cycle that you are participating in but it’s just not fair that they can do this to you. You can’t stand the fact that they had to take it a step further to make you feel bad. You never even wanted Shigaraki for more than just a plug! It was mostly about drugs!
All you wanted was more drugs so that you would stop feeling so bad over them!
Why wasn’t you crying and apologizing enough for them?
Fuck returning to Touya and fuck Keigo for being the same cheating piece of shit.
It’s almost reminiscent of the very first party Touya took you to. You’re upset as you snag a bottle off the liquor table and disappear to the upstairs of this stupid house. On the way with the bottle, you spot a lonely young man nursing a red cup in his hand; he looks meek. You think he’ll do.
“Hey,” you approach him and don’t really care the way he jerks in surprise, “do you think I’m cute?”
You’re given a once over and his face flushes before answering, “Yeah. I think you’re-“
“Okay, come with me.” you’re pulling him with your free hand to a room at the end of the hallway. He’s sputtering behind you but you don’t really have a care as you take charge of pushing him into the bedroom. The door locks and you take off the cap off the bottle to drink straight from the lip.
Ugh, whiskey.
Just like the first time too.
The young man still holds his red cup and you don’t even bother to ask if he’d like any. Whiskey pours into the plastic, mixing with whatever alcohol he was nursing. Being a little drunk will be necessary to go through with this. Maybe also a little sniff too.
You sit close to a bedside table and lay your phone face up, pulling the cocaine from your pocket. It doesn’t occur to you that you do it without having a second thought at this point. To be able to get through your hard moments and when you need to collect yourself, coke had always done a better job of comforting you these days. You cut a line neatly before looking over to your company and offering him one as well, “You want? It’s good.”
He politely declines and he’s wary as you make a second one anyway. You inhale both of them and now you’re a little more sure of yourself. The numbness from when you gummed earlier in the bathroom is starting to wear off so you collect coke off your phone screen to numb the inside of your lip again.
“Drink.” You tell the young man as you raise the whiskey bottle to your lips. He obeys and you realize that this is the first time in a while you’ve had a guy ever listen to you. No questions or anything, just immediate obedience.
It felt… different.
Actually not different. Maybe a little familiar…
The whiskey burns down your throat and it’s not a pleasant taste with the drip at the back of your throat.
You pat the edge of the bed in indication for him to join you. Again, with no question or complaint, he does as told and sits right next to you. “I’m really mad,” you say out loud, “and I wanna do something about it.”
“Oh um… I’m sorry you’re mad.” he tells you with uncertainty of what his part is.
Already the alcohol makes you a little loose in your mind and you think this is a good idea to follow through with. You take another shot for courage before settling the bottle down on the floor and taking his cup from your hands. “You ever go down on a girl?” You ask him as you swirl the liquid in the red cup. He face flushes but he nods his head.
Silently you open your legs, your eyes flicking down to the space in between.
“You know, I think you’re drunk-“
You raise a finger to his lips to hush him, “I won’t ask a second time.”
There is something very different about ordering someone else around and being given what you want. It’s satisfying when he does as told, going on his knees before you and kissing along the inside of your thighs first. You lean back slightly, letting one hand to support your weight while you sip at the red cup. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
“You’re pretty… really pretty.” He whispers against your skin  before pushing your dress over your thighs. “You’re… you’re really hot.”
Your eyes flutter and you feel the coke in your brain now. It swims in your veins along with the whiskey. Your panties are pulled to the side and despite him being so shy initially, you gasp as you’re eaten out so sloppily.
He tongues at your clit and licks you up and down with enthusiasm that you wouldn’t have expected. A quiet fuck is gasped out by you and for a moment, you’re exhilarated. For a moment, you enjoy the talented tongue of a stranger on your pussy. For a moment, you forget how mad you were at Keigo-
But then you feel a soft bite to the inside of your thigh, lips closing around the skin and a soft sucking. It feels good and you think to let it happen but then you realize something. That even if you were to lord it over Touya or Keigo that you fucked someone back, you wouldn’t be able to keep this guy’s identity a secret. He’s innocent and unknowing of anything about you, just thinks you’re a random cute girl he’s getting lucky with. Because knowing your boys, they would find out who no matter what.
Touya’s already beat two men up over you, both way more than he really should have and you felt incredibly guilty when it happened both times.
They’d definitely hurt this poor guy.
You don’t want to do this after all.
“Don’t! Stop!” You jerk back and the red cup fumbles out of your hand. Whiskey spills all over you and all over the young man in front of you. You fumble apologies now that you realize what you’re doing. “I’m sorry! I don’t—I don’t want to anymore!”
He’s flustered too and he looks sorry, as if he thinks he had done something wrong.
Looks like you can’t give them a taste of their own medicine and a part of you is very upset over this fact. But you’re also too considerate to drag anyone innocent into your fucked up relationship with boyfriends.
Honestly, it is irritating that they don’t give the same courtesy to you. You’re upset because you feel guilty for attempting to cheat back and equally upset that you just can’t go through with it.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I not do it right?” He starts to ask.
“No! No, you’re actually good. Really good, truthfully.” you give him a genuine compliment over his performance, “I just can’t. My boyfriends would kill me.”
“Boyfriends? Plural?” He asks but the door knocks, and the both of you jerk in surprise.
“(Name)! Are you in there?”
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! It’s Touya!
You try to think quickly, looking around the room for any hiding spot. Whether for himself or you, you’re not sure yet. All there is a closet so you take the red cup and shove it in the guy’s hand, aggressively pointing to the closet for him to hide in, and again, he listens with no argument. Touya pounds on the door a few times and the lock starts to jiggle.
You take the whiskey bottle for one last big swig before placing the cap back on it.
The door swings open, a dent in the middle of the wood from Touya’s boot, and your boyfriends enter the room.
“Fucking hell! You had us worried and searching every goddamn room in this house!” Touya barks at you but you see that he’s more relieved than angry. His eyes naturally draw to your phone and the cocaine out on the table and he sighs to himself. “What did I say about-“
You burst into tears, audibly sobbing and holding the whiskey bottle close to your chest. Now the whiskey hits you and the guilt hits you even harder. Maybe you’re not really cut out for being a cheater. You want to hurt them back in the same way they hurt you but you just can’t.
It makes you feel so pathetic.
“Hey, hey… don’t cry dove. Is this about downstairs?” Keigo asks as he kneels down in front of you, “Look, nothing happened. I didn’t do anything-“
“Don’t lie to me! I already know you did!” You cry in between hiccups, “Just go away!”
He attempts to soothe you again but with no real apology attached to his words, “Hey, we won’t do that shit again as long as you don’t hide anything from us anymore. We only did because you lied to us first and it really hurt us.”
Touya pries the bottle out of your hands and pushes off your arms when you try to reach for it. “You’re drunk and you reek of whiskey. I can smell it all over you. We’re taking you home.”
A part of you wants to put up a fight just to be stubborn but the smarter part knows that you should leave right away. That poor guy is still in the closet and you’re embarrassed that you even tried to cheat back in revenge in the first place.
So you stay quiet as you’re led out of the bedroom and choose to not look back. You walk behind Touya and Keigo, quickly adjusting your panties underneath your dress and trying to keep your head down as you walk out the party.
You shower alone and inspect your body as you clean yourself. There’s a small hickey on the inside of your thigh from your attempt in the bedroom. You wish that more had happened, that you had gotten more guts to go through with it. You’re also grateful that nothing happened more than that.
Still though, they got to hurt you in the way they wanted and you…
You just have to take it.
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end notes: including my extra tags - also wanted to show case how the reader actually interacts with another man / cuz obviously when it comes to the boys she’s only submissive at this point / it wasn’t just her being drunk in the scene it was actually the old version of her that came out for a bit / pt 1 reader had a little more spine so i just wanted to bring her back for a hot minute
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bwobgames · 1 year
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There's a knocking at the door
Beebo goes to open it
"Wait"
"Who's there?"
There's more knocking. This time in the rythm of the Mario Bros theme
"Nevermind its just Simon"
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"What"
"Shh"
"Rude. Get in"
Beebo takes a look to the hallway, but he doesn't see anyone else
"Ángel?"
"So?"
"I saw Dad in the house"
"What?! Where?!"
"Elaborate"
"I was in the bathroom and was about to go outside when I saw him."
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"He went to the corridor that leads to the patio"
"So I came here to tell the detectives"
"I found the one with the scarf by the stairs, and he told me to bunker down with you two here and keep quiet"
"Where is he now, then? With everyone else downstairs?"
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"Um, I don't think so? He said he was gonna, uh... 'take care of him' and went down the stairs"
"What!? That idiot!! Just because I promised I won't die doesn't mean he can!"
"You two stay here, I'll go find him"
"I'll go too"
"Absolutely not"
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"It will be a 3 versus 1, we'll be fine!"
"You are not going"
Beebo and Nadia say at the same time
"What the hell."
"Neither are you, Nadia"
"I have the right to get my father detained. You're depriving me of the small joys in life"
"What are you even going to do with him? The storm won't let you take him to the police"
"As awful as this might sound, that's currently not my priority right now, I need to see if Ángel's alright"
"We are professionals. We can handle it.
You two are not. Stay"
He leaves
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He runs down the stairs, crosses the bar, and the lounge, reaching the corridor with the bathrooms
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He looks through the window. He can barely differentiate anything
"Is Ángel out there? Is Mr. Coli? I doubt they could even see each other in there"
"Is he your boyfriend, by the way? Because if so, I'm judging your taste in men"
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"Ugh. Teenagers"
"I believe we had an agreement"
"I didn't sign anything,
and I don't really respect you as an authority figure"
"Note to self, never have a breakdown in front of children. They are perceptive little gremlins"
"... My romantic life is none of your business, I'm taking you to your mother"
"Because I said he sucked?"
"Because there's a maniac running around god knows where and-!
Ugh, where's your brother."
"I told him to stay in the room"
"So he listens to her and not me?"
"Why did you follow me, what would you do if your father tries to kill us?"
"It's a 2 versus 1, odds are in our favor"
"Wha- you would fight your own dad?"
"There is nothing I want to do more. That man has been nothing but a curse to us. He's an asshole to Nina, he toys with Simon's feelings, he completely left Mom for dead, and I don't even think he sees me as a person, even with everyone always going on and on on how I am so much like him. It's offensive honestly.
He's a complete child who's playing with things out of his comprehension.
I understand that you are a man of the law, and this is for your principles or whatever. But even if that man hadn't committed numerous crimes, I would still fight him.
The thought of being anything like him sickens me.
Mom says that all girls my age go through that feeling"
"... I am not equipped for that conversation. We are going to your mother"
"Hey, is that your guy?"
She points to the window
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"That's him! Oh, thank god he's okay"
"How can I call him over? If I scream, it might make Mr. Coli aware of our location.
Ugh, I'm asking for his phone number after this
Wait, phone!
I'll use my phone flashlight as a signal! Like a lighthouse!"
He takes out his phone and looks for the flashlight
Something about that feels... familiar.
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The lights turn off
That definitely feels familiar
He has a weird feeling in his chest
"...I think we need to check on Simon"
Nadia runs towards the stairs
Oliver flashes his lantern against the window to alert Ángel and runs as well
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hikarisan04 · 9 months
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POLAROID LOVE - Chapter One
pairing- enhypen x fem!reader
genre- fluff-slice of life-love triangle-angst
summary- y/n has a crush on sunghoon, but things start to go downhill quicker than she realises
note- this is my first fan fiction so I hope I do okay <33
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
y/n sighed as she slowly opened her eyes and sighed.
“Ugh. Mondays suck”
She turned over to turn her alarm on snooze when she saw the time, 8:15. She only had half an hour to get out of the house and walk to school, class started at 9. She dragged herself out of bed and went to the bathroom to do her skincare and brush her teeth. Despite how much she hated Mondays she always felt calm when she heard the peacefulness of outside and heard the birds giving their morning chirps. After doing her skincare she walked back into her room and checked her phone, noticing she had multiple missed calls and texts from Sunoo.
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y/n grabbed her stuff and quickly got ready, outfit of the day? Black mini skirt and a black and white striped crop top, white converse and her hair was up in pigtails. She rushed outside to greet her bestfriend with a hug.
SN: finally, thought I’d have to deal with math alone
Y/N: you know I’d never do that to you
SN: good, that’s why you’re my bestfriend
Y/N: looking forward to maths?
SN: y/n.. you know I despise that class. I’d hate it more if you wasn’t there
Y/N: you just love being able to copy my notes
SN: …shut up. Not my fault you’re a smarty pants. Plus, as much as you hate maths too, you love being able to see sunghoon everyday
Y/N: that’s so not true
SN: don’t lie to me, you’re obsessed with him
Y/N: fine..
They started walking to school, not too slowly but not too quickly, it was summer so it was hot outside and they didn’t feel like turning up to school sweaty. The air was hot but every now and again there would be a cool breeze which sent a chill down y/n’s spine.
Y/N: how are you wearing a hoodie and jeans right now? It’s so hot.
SN: hello? It’s fashion. Just cause I’m not wearing a mini skirt like you.
He smirks, eyeing y/n up and down.
Y/N: you love it, I’d love to see you in a skirt love.
SN: of course I do, you always look gorgeous.
Y/N: aww thanks, what would I do without you to hype me up.
SN: love you too y/n, by the way I’d never be seen dead in a skirt.
Y/N: what about that one time-
SN: -DONT. DO NOT.
They burst into laughter. y/n always loved her friendship with sunoo, she wouldn’t trade it for anything.
They just about made it to class on time and sat in their usual seat, near the back next to the window, they sat there every day since they started at that school. y/n turned around to put her bag on the floor, and she instantly got nervous when she saw who was at the back of the class. Sunghoon and ni-ki, the two most attractive boys in school. y/n had seen them everyday but she always had a huge crush on sunghoon, so everytime she saw him she instantly got nervous and had butterflies. She never really saw him talk to anyone except ni-ki. According to Sunoo, they were really close and didn’t have other friends, being introverts, ni-ki didn’t seem as introverted as sunghoon, maybe he wasn’t friends with others to make sunghoon happy and make sure he doesn’t feel replaced.
She got so caught up in daydreaming about sunghoon she was startled by Sunoo tapping her shoulder
SN: thinking about sunghoon again?
Y/N: he’s just so perfect and seems so lovely, I just don’t know how to talk to him and ask for his number
SN: say no more my love, I’ll do it for you, you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time
Y/N: you don’t need to do that-
Before anything else could be said, Sunoo rose from his seat and strolled over to ni-ki and sunghoon. y/n didn’t know what was being said but there was a lot of talking and laughter. Sunghoon didn’t speak, but y/n did notice a little smirk emerge on his mouth before looking her way and she instantly turned around in embarrassment. She had never seen sunghoon show any form of emotion before, so this was.. different.
A few minutes later, Sunoo returned
Y/N: so?
Sunoo didn’t say anything, he just showed his stupid smile and pointed at the book infront of her, telling her to get to work.
The whole class seemed to last forever, and y/n had a strange feeling the whole time, like she was being stared at. At the end of the class before y/n and Sunoo got to pack up their stuff, they felt a presence behind them and a smell of strong aftershave, they turned and noticed ni-ki was right behind them. He handed something to sunoo and signalled him to hand it to y/n. Her heart almost dropped when she saw what it was. Sunghoon’s phone number.
Ni-ki smiled when he saw the look on her face, and as he came down to her ear, he said in a low voice
“He’s shy so he probably won’t text first ever. He’s a lucky guy”
He pulled away and stared at y/n what seemed like forever, until he noticed Sunoo looking at him, confused. He quickly shuffled away, and behind him followed sunghoon, his bag clutched to his chest.
y/n turned to Sunoo and mouthed “OH MY GOD”
The rest of the day seemed like it was taking forever to pass, she knew she had to prepare herself for messaging sunghoon later on that evening.
If only she knew what she was getting herself into.
To be continued…
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smallsnzplz · 1 year
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Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance part 3
bob gets clean.
The pair made their way to the bathroom, Joan keeping a hand on Bob’s shoulder to keep him upright each time he sneezed. They’d been throwing him around more and more as his fit kept going, his body too tired to fight against the movement they provoked. Once in the bathroom, Bob slumped against one of the walls. He was exhausted from all that his nose was putting him through. 
Joan took a step toward him but Bob was violently rocked forward by three sneezes and she decided to give him some space. 
He took a second to collect himself before leaning down to wash his hands and face in the sink. Joan noticed the countless specks of pollen that were scattered throughout his curls, probably from holding the flowers above his head while she had shaken him. Oops, she thought. She then looked at his shirt, which was damp in several places and probably also coated with a fine layer of yellow dust.
“Hey, do you want to take a shower instead?” Joan asked. “You’re...you’ve got pollen all in your hair, and I...I could use a rinse, too.”
Bob’s insides lit up. He lifted his face away from the faucet, trying not to splash water everywhere. A roll of toilet paper was conveniently located close to the sink and Bob tore off a few pieces to dry himself off. 
“Yeah, I-yeah, that’s uh, that sounds phenomenal,” Bob stammered. He struggled to fit two stifles into the now small and slightly wet clump of toilet paper he’d just used as a towel. He then took some fresh squares to blow his nose, which had taken on a furious shade of red by now. “Um, snf, can I get in first?”
Joan had been around Bob when he’d been suffering from allergies, a cold, the flu, you name it, many times before. She knew from experience that when any one of those afflictions had Bob in its grasp and he took a shower to alleviate his symptoms, the steam loosening his congestion would make his nose go crazy. He’d end up having a sneezing fit every single time. It never lasted horribly long, calming down once he was cleared out a little, but Bob had always liked to be alone for those first few minutes. 
“Of course,” Joan said.
A quiet sigh of relief fell from Bob’s lips. His relief didn’t last long as his breathing became erratic once again. 
“God fuhhHhcking damnit-” He kept hitching, but the sneeze didn’t come to fruition. “Ugh, fuck.” Bob rubbed at his nose, then his eyes with the heels of his palms, using more force than Joan would’ve liked. 
She pulled his hands away. “Hey, that’s just gonna make things worse. I’ll get the water going, that’ll help, and then I’ll find some eye drops if it’s still bothering you later. Does that sound alright?” 
She turned the shower on and pointed the handle toward the temperature she knew Bob preferred. 
He nodded. “Man, I always forget those things exist for allergies, hahaha. I think I’ve only ever used ‘em for...for remedying the consequences of my recreational activities.” 
He was in the middle of laughing along with Joan when the sneeze he’d lost earlier tore out of him and turned into three. He barely had time to get his hands up. 
“Bless you,” Joan said. 
Bob sniffled heartily and it made him cough. “Thank you.” 
Joan started to say something but Bob cut her off. 
“Hey, y’know, you--most people stop saying that after I’ve sneezed, or I guess anyone’s sneezed, like four times. Sometimes even less! You don’t do that, though, at least not for me. You always keep goin’, even when I can’t st-stop--hiEHh! Oh, fuck, snnf, great ti-tihhhming-” He sneezed twice, wiped his nose, then sneezed two more times.
Joan had to fill this role Bob had cast her in. “Bless you times four. You’d have just knocked everyone else out of the park right there; they’d have already run out of ‘bless you’s to give you.” 
Bob laughed. “Right? Snf, ugh, anyone else’d be so fuckin’ sick and tired of me right now! Oh, they’d be so done with me, probably never bless me again, say I used ‘em all up for the rest of my days, but you...you say it almost every time. Always. It’s real...I really like it. It’s real nice of you.” 
She was glad that he was feeling better. As happy as she had been that Bob was being open with her about his emotions, she had missed the jokes he’d crack and the way he’d never shut up. It had been hard seeing him so down. 
Plus, he was being all charming again. She wanted to hold him in her arms and never let him go. 
Just as she was about to say something cute in return, Bob’s nose decided that he was busy. 
A slow fit of sneezes took him over for a minute or two. Joan kept her hand on his back, rubbing it occasionally.
Once he had recovered, she asked, “How are you feeling?”
Bob shrugged. “Been better. Been worse too, though.” 
“Why don’t you get in the shower? I’ll sit and wait until you’re ready for me to join you,” Joan said. 
That seemed like a good idea. Bob removed his clothes, then blew his nose once more before stepping under the hot water. 
“God, this is divine, snnf,” Bob said.
Joan smiled. “Good.”
Neither of them spoke for a moment. 
“It was really sweet of you to get those flowers for me,” Joan broke the silence. “Especially since they make you so sick.”
Bob smiled at first, but upon remembering why he had felt so inclined to get them, a frown took him over. 
His voice became quieter, “Yeah, well, snnf, it was the least I could do to try and make things right.”
Joan immediately regretted having brought it up. She could tell that she had unintentionally killed Bob’s mood. She wanted to console him, but two barely spaced out pairs of sneezes had Bob doubled over. 
“Ugh, this is so fuckin’ annoying,” he muttered. He sounded deeply unhappy once again.
“You know I forgive you, right?” Joan asked. 
Bob took a second to answer. “Yeah, I do. Still, it...the things I said were inexcusable and I saw what they did to you, y’know...how they hurt you. I shouldn’t’ve...I just shouldn’t have done any of that.” 
He sneezed again. 
“Bless you,” Joan said. “Yeah, you shouldn’t have, but it’s over now, okay? I know that you’re sorry and I--bless you--I know that you--Christ, bless you! I know that things happen sometimes, things that just put us in a bad place. That’s alright.” 
Bob was almost glad that his sneezing was starting to pick up again--he didn’t want to keep talking about this, not right now. The steam was making his nose run like a tap, and the sensation of it creeping down his nasal passages made them tickle infuriatingly. 
“You might be the most understanding person I know, Joan,” Bob managed to get out before a very rough group of sneezes stole his breath away. 
Joan couldn’t do much but sit and listen. She picked at her overgrown cuticles and fussed with her earrings. 
Over the next two or so minutes, Bob’s condition only got more severe. 
He sounded like he couldn’t catch a break. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for his sneezing to become a bit intense when he’d first get in the shower, but now he was gasping for air whenever the sneezing finally let him out of its clutches. It wasn’t letting up for more than a moment before throwing him back into it. 
“Bobby, this sounds real bad, worse than usual,” Joan commented. “What can I do to help? Can I do anything?”
“I’m alright, I-” After sneezing four times, he continued speaking again as fast as he could, having to take advantage of the few free seconds he had, “I’m fine, just don’t-don’t come in here yehhH-yet-” Three more came tumbling out.
She could barely understand him, his voice was so weighed down by congestion. He was coughing regularly now, too. 
“Are you sure?”
“It’s just getting-” He got up to six this time. “Getting all the p-” Only two, kind of disappointing. “Pollen out, snrf, I’ll-I’ll be fine in a, snnf, minute.”
Joan didn’t like sitting there, unable to ameliorate the situation in any capacity. She felt useless. Ever since she had met him, Joan had felt a strong instinct that she needed to take care of Bob. She hated when he was sad, when he didn’t feel well, when anything was troubling him.
This was practically torture for her. She was just itching to hop in the shower and put her arms around him. It didn’t matter to her if he was a walking allergic disaster, she just wanted to be near him. 
Fortunately, the sneezing did slow down. It took several minutes, but Bob could finally breathe again. 
“You can, snnrf, you can get in now,” Bob said. 
“Alright, give me a sec.” 
She was about to start taking her shirt off when Bob’s voice stopped her. “Actually, ahem, um, do you have a washcloth I can use?”
“What? Why? You know there’s a bath sponge in there.”
Bob hesitated. He didn’t know how to say this. “Yeah, I know, I see it. It’s just...I don’t want to sneeze all over you. I-it’s still a little unpredictable and there’s not much space in here and I can only cover everything so well with my arm, and-”
“Oh, I don’t care,” Joan said. 
“Okay, that’s great, but, um, I do. Snf, I just...it’s not very...sanitary.”
“We’ll be in the shower.”
Bob sneezed twice. He explained, “Well, I-I know that. I still just, I don’t want to, alright? Is that okay?”
It wasn’t that Joan was offended, because it was a reasonable way for Bob to feel, but it showed her that he was still a little uncomfortable around her. 
For the past few years, Bob would end up catching every cold that Joan picked up and vise versa. They’d always cuddle in bed together, both in misery. Since they were aware that they’d already shared their germs by the time their patient zero’s symptoms were showing, they didn’t really care about sneezing or coughing on one another. 
If one of them was sitting with their head on the other’s lap or chest, the other never minded if they didn’t turn away to cover their symptoms. Neither would care if the other turned their head closer to them, sneezed against their shirt, coughed into their arm. To Joan, it was a sign of how close they were. Bob would even curl up into the crook between her neck and her shoulder and sneeze there if he really wasn’t feeling well and just needed to be held. He’d always try to hold them in, stifle them at first, but he never could for long. Joan would simply stroke his hair and tell him that he was okay, that he could let it out. 
Joan remembered the first time it happened, Bob having been the one to sneeze on her. It was on accident and Bob had been mortified. They were on his couch one night and he had a bad case of flu. Scorching fever, chills, stuffed up nose, wicked cough, relentless sneezing--the works. His arms were wrapped around Joan’s waist and he didn’t have time to untangle them before he sneezed, so his addled brain decided that his best option was to press his nose against her sweater and let it out there. It was weird to Joan, because she felt like if any other person had done it she would’ve been disgusted, but it didn’t feel that way with Bob. He tried to get up and move away from her, apologizing profusely, but she wouldn’t let him. It took a while to convince him that it was okay, but eventually he was so tired he felt like he didn’t have another choice.
Then the next time that Joan was sick, she had her cheek pressed up against Bob’s abdomen when she felt like she was going to sneeze. Bob could hear her breath quicken and gently guided her back down to his stomach when she started to sit up. He held her head with delicate hands as two paroxysms shook her. It warmed Joan’s heart to an inexplicable degree. He just caressed her arm and kept her close.
Anyway, the point was that it hadn’t bothered either of them in the past. In fact, they both took comfort in it. Bob feeling uneasy about it now told Joan that he still felt far away from her. It saddened her deeply, but she always wanted to respect his wishes. 
Joan left to fetch a washcloth from her linen closet and Bob took it as a chance to blow his nose into his hands and rinse them off before she joined him. He knew he was going to have to use the washcloth until he physically couldn’t anymore, and he wanted to preserve it for as long as possible. 
As Joan was putting one foot in the shower, Bob turned away from her and held his elbow as tightly around his nose as he could, catching three sneezes. 
“Bless you,” Joan said. 
Bob thanked her and snuffled against his arm. 
He felt some blood rush to his cock as Joan stepped in. Whenever he saw her body, even now after years, it always felt like the first time he had ever seen it. Every single aspect about her was perfect. He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way she moved, never able to look away. 
“Here.” Joan handed Bob the washcloth. 
She looked up and couldn’t believe the state he was in, having to do her best to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. His eyes were puffy like he’d been sobbing for days, his nose was as red as a firetruck, and overall he looked like he was suffering from the plague. 
“Oh, Bobby,” Joan said. “C’mere.”
“Hang on, I-”
Bob kept his distance as he held the washcloth to his face, but the tickle backed down. He wiped his nose and twisted back toward Joan. 
She held her arms out, and Bob would’ve been an idiot to turn her down. He accepted her embrace and felt like he could fall apart. Their bodies fit together better than two pieces of a puzzle. They were made for each other. Bob wanted to stay there forever. So much so that when he felt his breath escaping him again, he just put the washcloth to his face and sneezed twice over Joan’s shoulder. It made her flinch just a little. Bob felt like it was time to release. 
“Hey, you don’t have to-” 
“I should probably get the pollen out of my hair,” Bob cut her off. 
Joan nodded. Bob’s hair was half-wet, from when he’d pitched forward from sneezing, but he hadn’t gotten fully under the water yet. He put his head under the shower’s stream and Joan watched his curls fade away. 
“Do you want--why don’t you let me wash your hair?” Joan offered. “Just to make sure it all gets out.” 
Bob had a strange look on his face and Joan was worried she’d taken it too far, made him even more uncomfortable. That ended up not being the case, he just had to sneeze again. 
“Bless you,” Joan said. 
“Thank you.” Bob’s voice was growing hoarse. He blew his nose lightly into the washcloth. 
“So, will you let me?” Joan asked. 
“What?”
“Wash your hair.” 
It sounded absolutely heavenly. Joan had done so many many times before. He’d get on his knees in front of her and she’d gently spread the suds through his hair. He could never resist pressing his lips to her soft, wet skin. That was all he wanted at the moment, to make her feel good. A pair of sneezes reminded him that he’d be darting away from her every few seconds to do just that. It discouraged him and he almost said no, but Joan ran her hair under the water and emerged to look at him with her beautiful doe eyes. 
Bob nodded. “Yes.”
Joan put a hand on his shoulder and prompted him to lower himself onto the shower floor. He obeyed, mouth watering as he became level with her pelvis. The sound of Joan emulsifying the shampoo together between her hands barely even registered in Bob’s mind. He startled when Joan’s fingers made contact with his head, running through his hair and pulling him closer to her cunt. 
It wasn’t long though, before the menacing tickle returned. Bob almost growled in frustration. Now, of all times? He tried to hold his breath but all that did was make the itch stronger, more wanting. He was forced into the washcloth, barely having room to hold it to his nose and cover the sneeze that wrenched out of him, Joan’s thighs were so close. 
“Bless you,” Joan said. Her voice was like honey and Bob couldn’t suckle enough of it. 
He was sure she could feel the vibration against her legs as he blew his nose. The slight embarrassment caused him to pull away a little, growing the distance between them. 
“Thank you.”
All Bob could do was stare at Joan’s luscious body. Every inch of her skin was enticing him to brush his lips against it. 
He had to give in. 
Joan let out a small noise of surprise that bled into a moan as Bob led with his tongue and followed with his lips. His nose was prodding her skin as he worked his way around her hips. It was her kryptonite. 
“Oh, Bobby!”
That was all the encouragement he needed. 
Bob was about to dive further down when he felt like he was going to sneeze again. Joan could feel his breath falter against her skin. She knew what was coming. 
She eased her grip on Bob’s hair and let him turn away. He sneezed once, but barely returned to Joan’s loins before turning away again. The second sneeze had come up on him so fast that he didn’t have time to get the washcloth up for the entire thing. About half of a sneeze escaped before he was able to cover the next half, and the one that came after. 
“God, shit! Sorry, snf, I didn’t mean to get you with that, I-”
Joan interrupted him, “Just keep going.”
Bob sniffled again before submitting to her. He worked his way around slowly, lazily until he was within centimeters of her lips, then pulled away. Joan’s hands froze. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“Should prob’ly rinse the shampoo out,” Bob said, teasing her now aching pussy.
He stood up and washed the shampoo out of his hair, pausing to sneeze one time halfway through. When he was finished he wiped the water from his lashes, swiped a finger under his nose, and looked at Joan with concupiscence twinkling in his pupils.
Before he could make a move, Joan leaned in and kissed him. Neither of them could find the words to describe how much they’d missed one another, even though they’d only been apart a few days. Bob broke away from Joan just as she had slipped her tongue into his mouth. She didn’t understand for a moment until Bob got back on his knees. 
“Conditioner, right?” 
Joan nodded. 
She hadn’t finished her confirmation before Bob was already back at it. He concentrated on her upper thighs for a brief period of time, then slid to her center. Joan had barely picked up the bottle, almost dropping it when Bob really started touching her. It took a lot of focus to get some conditioner on her hands and start fingering it into Bob’s scalp. 
A sudden wave of pleasure made Joan shiver as he slid his warm tongue against her clit. She couldn’t help but let out a soft cry, and Bob smiled into her bush. 
Without warning, the warmth disappeared. Joan opened her eyes, having not even noticed that they had been closed, and looked to see what was happening. Bob was holding the washcloth an inch or two away from his nose, his breath hitching dramatically. 
“You alright, babe?” Joan asked. 
Bob nodded, unable to speak. He wriggled his nose, trying to coax the sneeze out as fast as possible so he could face his lover again. It never came. He let out an exasperated sigh and scrubbed at his nostrils without an ounce of mercy. 
“Come back.”
The idea of disobeying never even crossed his mind. 
Hungrily this time, Bob grabbed Joan’s thighs, held her open, and danced his stiff, pointed tongue around her pulsating clit. Joan tried to cling tighter to Bob’s hair but her slippery fingers made it difficult keep her hold on him.
He moved downward and fucked her with his tongue. He knew his nose was running but between the shower water, sweat, and come that were also covering his nose and mouth, he figured it didn’t matter much. 
Bob licked his lips and then did the same to Joan’s. His nose was tickling again but he didn’t want to stop. Normally he would’ve rubbed his nose against Joan’s body and stamped out the irritation that way, but he still wasn’t comfortable doing so. Twitching his nose this way and that seemed to be his only option.
He tried to hold out for as long as he could, but soon enough he needed to get away. Joan was left in limbo as Bob took his mouth away from her once again. She was getting impatient, he was teasing her like crazy. She knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, but man, she wished he would just give in and sneeze on her. It would take much less time for him to return to devouring her pussy if he’d just turn, sneeze against her thighs, and get right back to it. But no, he kept leaving Joan panting and whimpering while she waited for him to finish. 
It was the third time that he completely removed himself from her to cover his sneezes that Joan felt like she couldn’t take it anymore. 
“Bobby, please,” she begged, “I don’t care if you sneeze on me. I just need you to make me come. Please.”
The urgency in Joan’s voice made Bob’s cock just about ready to burst. She wanted him, and she wanted him badly. He tried to convince himself to do it but he just couldn’t, not yet. 
He didn’t tell her that he wasn’t going to, he just picked up his actions from before and hoped he could finish Joan off before he had to sneeze again. 
While rhythmically flicking her clit with his tongue, Bob stuck two fingers inside of her. 
Joan was millimeters from putting her hand to her mouth when she realized it was still covered in conditioner. She hoped to God that Bob wouldn’t stop to rinse it out of his hair like he had with the shampoo. She didn’t think she’d survive without him for that long. 
“You like that?” Bob whispered against her, just loud enough for her to hear. 
“Yes,” Joan whispered back. “Oh, yes!”
Bob taunted her, “I can’t hear you.” He licked faster. 
“Oh God, Bobby, yes!” Joan’s voice became shrill. 
Bob’s jaw was cramping and his nose was prickling, but he wasn’t going to stop until Joan’s cunt had emptied its nectar onto his face. 
He teased her, slowing both his tongue and his fingers for a few seconds before speeding them up again, then slowing down, speeding up, slowing down, speeding up. 
Joan’s breath was heaving as much as Bob’s. He knew she was close, but he was getting close too--to having a small sneezing fit right into her short and curlies. 
“Joan, I gotta-”
“Don’t stop.”
Bob wanted to follow her commands but he didn’t know if that was possible. 
“Joan-”
“Bobby, please!” She sounded so desperate for him, he was hard as a rock. Bob cursed himself as he had to disconnect from her. 
He sneezed twice and barely finished sniffling before coming back to finish the job. 
Joan couldn’t remember the last time she had orgasmed so hard for so long. Her body shook against Bob’s, who continued lapping up the product of her climax until he had cleaned her out to the best of his ability. 
Once Joan’s grip on his hair eased up, Bob rose to his feet and kissed her roughly, wanting her to taste herself on him. She breathed loudly and raggedly for a long time, leaving Bob rather pleased with himself. He laid a kiss on her forehead before rinsing the conditioner out of his hair. 
Joan had come back down to Earth by the time Bob’s hair was clean. 
He asked, “You think all the pollen’s out?” 
“Huh?”
Bob laughed lightly. 
“Never mind.”
Even if he had wanted to repeat himself, Joan wouldn’t have let him get that far. She guided him into a passionate kiss and ran her hands along his back, sending a chill up his spine. 
When Bob came up for air, needing to do so much earlier than Joan, he turned away to cough. His stomach was starting to cramp from all of the convulsing he’d been doing. 
“How are you feeling?” Joan asked. 
Bob nodded, “Better. Yeah, better.”
It was the truth.
The water was getting colder and a mutual decision was made to get out before it turned unpleasant. Joan got out first, which Bob felt grateful for as he sneezed three times toward the tile below him before getting out of the shower. 
Joan handed him a towel and they both set out on drying themselves off. Without the pitter patter of the water hitting the shower floor, Joan could hear Bob’s liquid sniffling that came every few seconds. After drying her hands and verifying that Bob’s were also dry, she handed him a tissue. He accepted it gratefully, almost dropping his towel while doing so. He hoped Joan didn’t notice him blush.
A sneeze beat him to blowing his nose but didn’t prevent him from doing so directly after. Joan put a hand on his bicep while he exhaled into the paper. 
Upon emerging, Bob coughed and tried to aim it back down into the tissue. Joan winced seeing how worn out he was. 
“You look like shit, Bobby,” Joan murmured. 
He turned to look at her, then at the mirror to his right. The steam had filled the glass, preventing him from seeing his reflection. 
Considering how he was feeling, Bob laughed, “Shit, I believe you.” 
His voice sounded like it didn’t have much time left. This was especially frustrating because all Bob wanted was a joint, but he knew it would wreck his already sensitive throat, and while he didn’t care, Joan would certainly never let that happen. 
She pressed a gentle thumb to his sensitive, swollen sinuses, retracting it as Bob made a sound of discomfort. 
“It’s probably dinnertime by now,” Joan said. 
“Oh?”
“I’ll make us something.”
Bob smiled. She wanted him to stay. 
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hearties-circus · 3 years
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I love it so much when my teachers blatantly play favourites with me like. Bestie.. why though?
#gamer txt.#ive said it before and ill say it again: i am a shit student. im not a teacher pet or anything. hell ill take any opportunity to tease them#but they all like me so much?? i cant figure it out??#my re teacher who should hate me seeing as i talk to the most disruptive kid in class when hes being disruptive and that encourages him#is very nice to me. i dont know why i get tp privileges from her at all but hey ill take it#anyone else asks her to go to the bathroom and she says like 'ugh fine. but be quick' even if theyre a nice kid#i ask (and mind you i am not a nice kid) and she goes 'oh of course!'#anyone who has their head down on their desk is immediately told to lift it. i legit spent the entire class trying to sleep and she walked-#-right by me so many times and definitely saw me trying to sleep bc she was talking to the kid in front of me and said nothing.#she just let me sleep! cheers but why#my history teacher doesnt even look at my work she just marks it all correct and moves on#like me and my friend made the same mistake bc he copied me word for word#the teacher marked his wrong and then marked mine right. they were exactly the same !!#my art/pse teacher loves me despite how disruptive i am in her classes. i mean honestly i sit next to one of my besties in both-#-of her classes like i do not shut the fuck up and im loud about it too. not only that but im difficult as all fuck#but she loves me! shes so sweet to me all the time when she gives everyone else a much harsher tone#hell! even my pe teachers are nice to me and they should fucking hate me. im such a nuisance in pe honestly#i do not get it! why the hell are they being nice to me? what did i do to deserve that?#i know this sounds like im complaining about having it easy and im not. or at least im not trying to.#i just really hate not knowing peoples reasons. especially when their feelings about me should contradict their actions#do they know something about me that makes them so much nicer?#i mean i went to the school counselor for a couple of months in first year. is that it?#i mean my friend who also went to the counselor says the teachers who should hate her also strangely love her#Is that it?#if so that just feels.. i dunno. bad i guess.#belittling even? maybe?#i dunno. it just feels weird to me#and if it isnt the school counselor thing then genuinely what the fuck is going on#this uh. turned into a vent. sorry about that#weirdest fucking vent of my life my lord
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n1k1tty · 3 years
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kiss me ! part 1
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jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.
fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)
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jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.
hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.
because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...
you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.
you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?
you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?
"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"
you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"
you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin
you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"
he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"
but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"
"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"
"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you
"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"
jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"
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the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same
you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.
you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"
and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face
i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"
you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right
and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"
he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"
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even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.
but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.
or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.
"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine
"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"
"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs
no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.
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summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"
"WHAT?!"
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part 2
— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!
i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday
feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!
this has been n1k1tty! see ya!
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wtfevenismypage · 4 years
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Curiosity Killed The Cat
request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”
Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)
A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!
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The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.
“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”
You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.
“I need a drink after this.”
“You and me both Morgs.”
“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”
You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.
 “I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”
You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.
You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.
“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”
They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.
“How much sugar tonight Reid?”
You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.
“A lot.”
You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.
“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”
You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.
“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”
Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.
“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”
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A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.
“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”
“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”
Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.
“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”
You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.
“How long?”
She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.
“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”
Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.
“Wait really?”
Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.
“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”
You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.
“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”
“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”
Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.
“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”
“Then tell us about one time.”
Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.
“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”
Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully. 
“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”
Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.
“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.
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When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.
“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”
Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch. 
“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”
You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.
You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.
You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.
“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”
Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.
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A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.
“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”
Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.
��And what is your plan?”
“One of us hooks up with him!”
You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.
“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”
“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”
Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.
“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”
He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.
“What can I say? I’m curious too.”
You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.
“I say Y/N does it.”
“What?”
“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”
“Guys no I-”
“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”
You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.
“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”
You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.
“Please girly? Pretty please?”
Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.
“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”
You stop and think about it for a second.
It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.
And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.
And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker. 
But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.
“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”
They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.
Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.
“Why’d you switch places?”
He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.
“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”
He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.
“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”
You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.
In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.
He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment. 
He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.
Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.
In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.
He wants this.
You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?
You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.
The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.
“I need to talk to you.”
Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same. 
A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.
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From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?
He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.
“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”
Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.
“Do it.”
Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body. 
His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly. 
“Shit Spencer...”
You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.
You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.
“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”
You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.
“What do you want baby?”
You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.
“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”
 You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.
His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.
He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.
“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”
You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.
“You know what they say.”
He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.
 “Please Spencer! Please please please!”
You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.
A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.
Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.
“Shit!”
He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.
A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.
“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it.”
It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.
Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips. 
“Wha-”
You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.
“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”
You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.
“Words baby.”
You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.
“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”
You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully. 
It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.
Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.
“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”
You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.
A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.
“Oh... Holy crap!”
You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.
His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”
“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”
You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.
“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”
His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.
“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”
Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind. 
A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.
A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.
You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder. 
“S-Spencer!”
You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.
He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.
If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.
You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck. 
Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.
“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”
You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves. 
Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful. 
It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well. 
He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.
Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.
“Well, did I pass your test?”
You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.
“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”
He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.
“Need help cleaning up?”
You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe. 
“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”
“See ya.”
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Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.
Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.
“So?”
Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.
“You were wrong.”
You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.
You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.
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weirdos-am-i-right · 3 years
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Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader
Request from @annalayton19
Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕
A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!
Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes
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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.
Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.
“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.
“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.
“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.
“Babe, you’re a comedian.”
“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”
“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.
“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”
“I love you, too.”
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The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.
She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.
Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.
She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.
She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.
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The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.
She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.
The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.
Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.
“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.
“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.
“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.
“What? I’m fine.”
“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.
“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.
“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”
“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.
“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”
“Would you?”
“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”
“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”
“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”
“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.
“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”
“Wh-”
“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”
“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.
“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”
“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”
“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.
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Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.
“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.
His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.
“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.
“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.
“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”
“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.
“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.
“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”
“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”
“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”
“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”
“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.
“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.
“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.
He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.
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The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.
Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.
Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.
When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.
“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.
“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”
“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.
“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”
“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”
“Fuck traveling.”
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katsukikitten · 3 years
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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.
Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!
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Asshole!
He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?
Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!
That fucking asshole.
He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.
So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.
You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.
Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"
And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.
A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.
Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."
Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.
"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"
Ugh totally fucking cringe.
There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.
But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.
"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."
Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.
Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.
You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.
As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.
He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.
It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.
For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.
Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.
"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.
"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.
"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.
His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.
By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.
This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.
What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.
Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.
"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."
He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.
He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.
A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.
A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.
"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.
"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.
The fucking Red Riot.
Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.
Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.
"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.
Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.
"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."
Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.
Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.
"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."
Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.
"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"
You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.
Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.
"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"
For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.
But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.
His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.
"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."
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