#i always walk into places hoping at least one stranger finds me cute

[poemsforchan]

LOVE GALORE

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

summary: you meet Chan at a club and things get steamy from there.

word count: 3,579 words

warnings: NSFW, chan is always referred to as Chris, might be ooc?, mentions of alcohol, a lot of kissing, reader gets called pretty, sexual activities in the car, naked humping, thoughts of raw sex, that is all I can remember.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The blinding lights of the club hurt your eyes when you walk through the door. The stuffy air and loud music hit you full force and you almost feel like turning around and going back outside, where the atmosphere was chillier and less suffocating. Your friend’s hand on yours is what makes you move forward, navigating through the sea of bodies with a quick “Sorry!” or “Excuse me.” being thrown into the air even though no one could really hear you. Your friend lets go of your hand when you reach the bar, immediately trying to get the bartender’s attention to order a drink. In the meantime, you look around the place in hopes of seeing your other friends you were supposed to meet. You suspect it would have been better to meet up outside the club. You shoot up a quick text to the group chat and wait for a response, expecting at least one of them to check their phone. Your friend returns to you with a big smile and a colorful drink in her hand and she promptly drags you to the dance floor, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. It doesn't take long until you spot your friends and you move from your spot to stand beside them, exchanging hugs and loud words.

You dance with your friends for a bit, screaming lyrics and laughing as they make you twirl and do some silly dance steps. Mid twirl your eyes catch the stranger standing near the wall. He’s not alone, two other guys standing next to him with drinks in their hands and they laugh at something, but he’s staring only at you. The man is cute and very much attractive with dark hair, full lips and big muscles but you don’t stare at him for long, a bit too shy at the intense eye contact but you can almost feel him look at you even with your back turned to him. One of your friends catches your attention and you discreetly move your head towards the stranger behind you. She squinted her eyes in his direction, completely forgetting that she was supposed to be discreet and not completely obvious.

“You should talk to him!” She screams over the music, giving you two thumbs up in approval. You shake your head in horror, denying her suggestion. “He keeps looking at you!”

You want to check if it’s true but decide against it, not knowing what you would do if those intense eyes were still on you. You can’t help but feel a bit self conscious and scared that you were reading the signs wrong. You didn’t want to make a move just to be turned down because he was actually looking at one of your friends. Or maybe he was just looking around, too bored of the party and your eyes coincidentally met. You didn’t have much to lose but you wanted your pride to be kept intact. The rest of the group caught up on what was happening and they too proposed you going to talk to the mysterious man but when you denied their offers, they didn’t push you too much.

You kept having fun with your friends, the time passing too slowly and there were still a few hours to go before the agreed time to leave. Your friend, thankfully, asked you to go outside for a bit, feeling too hot and tired dancing. There’s an open area used mainly by smokers but a few people are sitting on the floor against the wall talking to each other. You and your friend find an empty spot, the rest of the group deciding to stay inside. She sits on the floor, completely ignoring the fact that it’s dirty, and you settle for leaning against the wall.

“You ok?” You ask her just to make sure.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you? We can leave earlier if you’re feeling tired.”

“Don’t worry.” You answer, looking around the place. “The guy inside was really hot. I kinda wish I had the guts to talk to him.”

“He was totally checking you out.” She laughs, looking up at you. “You’re so sexy, you should've jumped on him.”

You shake your head at the thought. “Never. Maybe he was looking at you. There’s no way I’ll embarrass myself.” Your friend replies with a “No way!” a bit too loud that has some people turning to look at you. “I’m serious!”

Your friend starts rambling about all of the signs the man was showing when looking at you, set on convincing you that he was indeed into you and should go for it. You don’t pay much attention to what she is saying, instead only catching a few words from time to time as you look at the people outside. You feel sleepy already - your day was too long for you to be partying all night but you weren't about to leave knowing you could stare at the pretty guy for a bit longer even if nothing was going to happen. You look back at your friend, still rambling about the man being “a pussy” and “doesn't know what he’s losing” as she gets up from her place to start walking inside. You laugh at her passion, your hand already holding hers so you don’t get lost in the crowd. The loud music hits you full force once again and you can tell your friend is still talking but you can’t really hear anything. The woman stops abruptly and you bump against her back, looking over her shoulder to see what happened. The pretty man stands in front of her, a shy smile on his lips as he says something near her ear. Your heart drops a bit and you scold yourself for getting a little bit of hope. He says something to your friend, she laughs and you just want to get out of there. You squeeze her hand before letting go, trying to signal that you were going back to the group standing a few meters away. Your friend quickly turns around with a big smile.

“He’s asking if he could steal you from me for a bit!” She screams over the music. You look at her confused. You? Maybe you didn't hear her correctly. “Was telling me he thinks you’re cute and wants to talk to you.”

“Why wouldn’t he just talk to me?” You ask a bit too loud, making the guy hear you too.

“I didn't want to seem like a creep or come onto you too strong. I don’t know, I’m nervous!” He replies, scratching the back of his neck.

Your friend pushes you closer to him before shouting a “have fun!” before rejoining your group. They’re close enough that they can see you if you need someone to save you and that makes you relax a bit. Still, it’s a bit awkward. The man’s eyes are too intense and you try your hardest to avoid eye contact. Instead, you look at your hands picking at the skin around your nails. A warm hand settles on yours, stopping your actions and making you look at the owner. He gets closer to your ear before saying “I’m Chris. You?” and you feel like you're going to combust on the spot. His hand is holding yours, his eyes are looking at you and you have an urge to just scream. His thumb is rubbing circles on your palm, moving to your fingers and then up to your wrist. He repeats the action multiple times, still looking at you and still waiting for your response but your brain is practically malfunctioning. You manage to say your name without embarrassing yourself further but you believe there’s steam coming out of your head when Chris smiles so sweetly at you and your legs turn into jelly. Your heart is beating too fast, your body is too hot and Chris is too close to you. Your eyes go from his to his lips and you don’t think you have ever wanted to kiss someone as bad as you want to kiss Chris. “You’re really pretty.” You hear him say and you swear you’re about to pass out and humiliate yourself in front of the hottest guy you have ever met. “Wanna go outside so we don’t have to keep yelling at each other?”

You almost want to argue that you haven't been yelling at each other because your brain turned into mush and you’re not talking at all but you still nod and he guides you outside, your hand still holding his. Chris takes you close to the spot you had previously stood with your friend. The cold air helps you organize your thoughts and stop overheating. With the stuffy air inside the club, the proximity and Chris’ breath hitting your neck, it was a matter of time before you passed out.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you since you first walked in.” He admits before his eyes widened and he quickly said “Not that I’m stalking you or anything! I just happened to see you and you’re really beautiful but I was so, so nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever done this but I knew I was gonna regret it if I didn't make a move. My friends were giving me a pep talk and when I saw you come back inside I just went for it. I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Don’t apologize, that was cute.” You giggle a little, feeling a lot calmer knowing you weren't the only one anxious. “You caught my eye too, I was just too shy to make the first move.”

Chris lets out a breath. “Good to know. I was scared my rambling was going to push you away and make you think I’m weird.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry, I don't think that.” You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking about what to say next.

Chris’ eyes move from yours to your lips for a second before he snaps back to reality and his eyes move up again. “I’m glad. Are you… are you sober?” Your eyes alternate between his and the tongue wetting his lips. Chris’ hand is still holding yours and he uses it to his advantage, pulling your body closer to his.

“Yeah…” you whisper, not wanting to break the moment. Your throat is dry and you wonder if alcohol would have helped you in this situation. “I’m the designated driver. Are you?” you ask back.

“Drank water all night.” He replies.

His answer is enough to make your lips crash. Chris holds the back of your head with his free hand while yours is grabbing his shirt. His lips are soft and taste a little bit minty - it makes you dizzy. You can't think of a kiss better than this one but you reckon it has to do with the man kissing you rather than the quality of it. It’s a bit sloppy and fast but knowing you’re kissing Chris is enough for this to be the best kiss of your life. He’s the one stopping the kiss first and you mindlessly chase his lips, your eyes still closed. He chuckles and gives you a few pecks. You open your eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. Chris looks even more handsome with red, swollen lips that shiny a little from the lipgloss you had. His hand slides down your body from your head to your waist and you’re as close as possible. Every single thing you want to do to him plays in your mind like a movie and you even get surprised at your thoughts. It’s definitely a first.

For the first time since he talked to you, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck. His grip on your waist suggests he’s trying to hold himself back, eyes burning with desire. You pull him for another kiss, nails lightly scratching the back of his head as you play with his hair. You push Chris against the wall to deepen your kiss as you open your mouth to welcome his tongue. You don’t think you can go back to living your boring life after tonight and especially not after Chris starts being bold and slips a hand to grab your ass.

“Come home with me.” Chris whispers against your lips, then moving to kiss your jaw and neck.

“Can’t.” You manage to breathe out. “I have to drive my friends home.” You explain, throwing your head back to give him more space. The man sucks a hickey on your neck and hums at your words. “The backseats of the car are really spacious though.”

You don’t know why you were so bold suddenly but you knew you needed some kind of relief. Plus, having sex in the car was safer than going to his house. Right? It didn't matter either way - not when Chris looked at you with those eyes; like he was ready to undress you right there. He holds your hand again and guides you through the still full place until the exit. You manage to send a text to the groupchat informing your friends regarding what is about to happen (texting with one hand was harder than you expected but you’re almost sure they will be able to understand despite the horrible mistakes). When you reach the exit, you guide Chris to where your car was parked and the walk felt longer than you remembered. You unlock your car but Chris claims your lips before you have the chance to open the door. His hands travel up and down your body and you pull his hair a bit to make him stop. The man full-on groans while kissing you and you’re quick to reach behind you to grab the door handle before you decide to just drop on your knees to hear him groan like that again. You open the door and quickly go inside, laying on the backseat with your head propped on the window. Chris gets on top of you, almost forgetting to close the door if it wasn't for your warning. He goes back to kissing you as soon as you’re in the privacy of your car (which wasn't much. Sure, your windows were tinted but you doubt you will be controlled enough that people passing by don't know what is happening). You separate just long enough to pull his shirt off before your lips are crashing again.

“Do you… fuck… do you have a condom?” You ask, breathless, while grinding your hips against his already hard dick.

His eyes widened. “No! I didn’t think I was gonna need it.” He runs his fingers through his hair, making it even more messy. “I can just go down on you or something?”

The thought of Chris between your legs is definitely something and you’re inclined to say yes but, today, you’re focused on both of you. However, you hope you can see Chris again to fulfill the fantasy of having the handsome man pleasing you with his tongue, whether he’s between your thighs or under you while you ride his nose. Right now you have to deny his request, instead unzipping his pants. “We could just… do this?” Your front humps against him and Chris groans, moving his hips.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s fine.” He replies weakly. “Just… hold on, fuck.” Chris grabs your legs to help you take off your shoes and then works to unzip your jeans, sliding them off your legs with a bit of struggle. He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to take his dick out and your jaw drops at the sight. Chris is pretty everywhere and you mentally curse yourself for not having condoms on you because you could be feeling his dick inside of you right now. One of his hands rests next to your head, supporting his body while the other guides his dick to touch cunt - your underwear being the only thing in between. Chris groans with each thrust, surprisingly vocal in this situation, which gets you to imagine how much louder you can make him be. For the first time in your life, you kind of want to get fucked raw by this guy you just met. Obviously you don’t. Instead, you pull your underwear to the side so you can get more friction. Chris, to your displeasure, thrusts against you rather than into you but it’s the best you will get in this situation. The tip of his cock bumps deliciously against your clit and you cling onto his shoulders like he will just disappear. He kisses you and bites your neck between sweet, groans and then his warm hands are pushing your top up so your bra is on display for him.

“Take it off for me.” Chris pleads and you immediately do as it says. The position is a bit awkward and it takes you a bit longer than normal to take off your strapless bra but as soon as you manage, Chris’ hand is touching your boobs, pulling softly a nipple between two fingers. “You’re so pretty.” He whispers. “And you have the prettiest pussy…” Chris grunts. Your brain almost doesn't process the words coming out of his mouth. The man who was too shy to talk to you had the dirtiest mouth during sex but you would never complain. Not when he looked at you like you were an angel, the prettiest person he has ever seen. “I can’t wait… f-fuck… I can't wait to fuck her.” Chris’ hand slides down your front until his fingers are circling your clit for an extra stimulation. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. You think your brain short circuited due to Chris’ words and at the fact that his dick, at times, gets dangerously close to your entrance. “You’d take me so well, wouldn't you?” You realize Chris’ words aren't directed at you and the whiplash you get from the guy you talked to at the party and the man humping you in the backseat of your car is insane.

With difficulty, you find your voice to whimper a “‘m gonna cum. Keep doing it like that.” that has Chris kissing you again. His fingers maintain the rhythm you asked for and it doesn't take long until you cum with a moan of his name. Chris helps you ride out your orgasm and his thrusts get a bit sloppy at the same time. Your hands find his hair, now slightly more curled than you remember seeing at the party and sticking to his forehead. “Are you close?” Chris nods eagerly. You pull his hair a bit, drinking in the way a moan falls off his lips so red and swollen from all of the kissing. Chris thrusts a few more times before spilling all over your stomach with heavy breaths.

Post-nut clarity hits Chris hard. “I am so sorry!” He says with widened eyes. “I don’t know why I said those things.” He looks down at your body, his cheeks getting a cute shade of red that you’re not sure is from the heat or embarrassment. “And I got you all dirty, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine, don’t worry. I enjoyed it.” You calm him down but feel a bit shy yourself. “I have tissues in my purse. I think I threw it in the front seat. Can you get it for me?”

Chris looks over the front seat and reaches to grab the purse. You grab the tissues but he stops you and takes it from your hand. You never believed in love at first sight but butterflies are partying in your stomach while Chris gently cleans you. When he’s done he pulls your panties back in place and smiles kindly at you, dimples on full display. You tug him for another kiss, this one slower than the ones you’ve been giving him so far. You both get dressed fairly quickly after you read the clock and realize your friends might show up at any moment. Chris opens the car door, looks around to see if anyone is near and then hops out the car. You get out after and leave the door open to hopefully get rid of the smell of sex. Chris pulls you by the waist to get another kiss and it confirms that you both like kissing each other more than anything.

You see your friends walking to your car when you stop kissing, a bit drunk and laughing loudly at something.

“I have to drive my friends home but… You could come to my house after.” You say quietly, a bit shy and scared that Chris didn’t feel all of those butterflies too and this was a one time thing. “If you want.”

He pulls out his phone from the back pocket and hands it to you unlocked. “Give me your number and I’ll text you so you can send me the address? My friend is gonna drop me off at my place and I’ll just drive to yours when you’re done.”

“It’s late though. Are you sure?” You question, taking his phone and creating a new contact with your number.

“One hundred percent.”

You get teased by your friends all the way but you barely listen to their words, thoughts filled with Chris and the second encounter happening when you get home.

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[henrioo]

I saw you were asking for a request so here I go.

Can I get a Luffy X Reader, where they both met their future selves and are surprised and flustered that they end up together.

Thank you for your time,I love your writing.

✦ ── Me? I am you!: Monkey D. Luffy

Relationships: Luffy x Gn!Reader, 40!Luffy x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: A day on an island looking for a gift for your captain shouldn't be too much, until you run into... Luffy?

Warnings: Older man flirting with younger person (he's just confused), cuteness, future versions

Word Count: 1,8k

Notes: Reader neutral as always! I think it got a little too quick in the conversation between the versions but I didn't want to drag out any weird or too scientific conversations. I hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes and for the delay

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• ────── ✦ ────── •

Sunny was nestled close to mountains whose only path was a dense uninhabitable forest. The sun was shining brightly but the various clouds in the sky prevented the heat from being unbearable. You weren't guarding the ship and had collected enough money from the latest robberies from sailors along the way. You had the perfect outfit and all the groceries for the long day you were going to have.

To sum it all up, you had the perfect day planned and you were acting on your plans! Why all this? It was simple, finding a unique and perfect gift so you could confess to your crush and crewmate, none other than Luffy, your captain!

You've been sailing with the crew for a long time, even though you've been apart for two years, so you weren't strangers to any of them. You formed beautiful bonds of friendship with everyone, you trusted them with your life and they did the same... But with your captain things developed a little differently than with your other colleagues.

You had a huge admiration for Luffy, a sense of wanting to repay the favor he did by saving your life and inviting you into the crew. Every moment you had together was you desperately trying to impress him and prove yourself worthy of his mercy, initially it might not even be healthy, but as the weeks went by your feelings also changed drastically.

What was admiration became affection, what was a desire to be the least became a desire to be the only one. You stopped seeing Luffy as a distant captain and started seeing him as your friend, as someone who was there for you in every situation. You didn't notice for a long time that little by little your gestures were changing, that your eyes had more love, that your smiles were warmer, that that friendship you cultivated was slowly becoming love.

Losing Luffy was hard, but it was losing that made you realize that you loved him, that you wanted to be his companion not in a platonic way, but in a romantic way, you wanted to be his only one. Time passed and when you were able to meet again it was like a bomb changed places with your heart, the first few days you stuttered nervously and blushed at any action Luffy had with you, whether it was a touch or a hug, you looked like a version of Sanji when you saw a beautiful lady.

You needed a few months to calm down and get your head on straight, by now all the crew members should have known you were in love, but they were probably pretending that they weren't for your comfort. It took a while mainly because of the events after your reunion, but now you've had some peace and you've decided it's time to come clean to Luffy and confess!

Of course, you were still afraid of rejection, but at that point you just wanted to be able to love the man without hiding anything, whether or not he would reciprocate was the lesser of two concerns. You walked around the market looking at all the possible stores, you wanted to find a gift for Luffy and thus take advantage of the gap to confess your feelings, the problem at hand was what to give Luffy.

Clothes were useless, he walked half naked more than with them… Weapons also didn't seem useful to his style, food he would get every day from the cook… You walked up and down not sure what to do and much less what to give to the captain. What could be to your liking? Maybe you should buy something more symbolic? Or just more generic and casual? Her head was already beginning to ache from searching and finding nothing.

You continued walking lost in your thoughts until you bumped into something firm. You looked up to see a tall man and just excused yourself about to make your way through the shops until he grabbed your wrist.

"License..."you asked confused.

"Y/n!" He chuckled and for a moment you were sure you were hearing Luffy laugh... But that was impossible.

You looked back at the man, he had not too long wild hair and a short beard, a scar under his eye and a dazzling smile… But why did that gentleman look like Luffy?

"Lu- What?!" You screamed in fright as you were lifted off the ground and picked up in a bridal "Let go of me! You pervert!" You screamed and struggled but the rubber arms wrapped around you and kept squeezing you tightly, how could this man have the same powers as Luffy?!

"Y/n! You said we were going to explore together! Why did you disappear?!" He said staring at you with a sad pout exactly the same way your captain did…

"What the fuck… Luffy?" You asked confused and in shock.

"Of course it's me" he laughed like you were crazy, then for a moment he stopped and stared at you "Hey, y/n… Why are you so small?"

"Hey! Put me down!" You yelled again as he started walking towards the forest.

"No!" He whined "You said you'd explore with me!"

"No! You idiot! I'm not your y/n!" You screamed helplessly.

"What do you mean? Of course you're my y/n!" He smiled "Isn't it?" He also seemed to change his mind quickly.

"You really didn't notice?!" you yelled angrily.

"Hm…. You look the same to me" he laughed and got closer to your face "Same smell…" he put his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply making your whole body shiver and get hot, you were sure your face should be as red as a tomato.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Did you hear… Luffy scream?

Quickly you turned to find your captain standing there with a hateful glare at the scene in front of him.

"Hands off y/n!" He yelled angrily and started to prepare for a strike, until the other Luffy, the older one, turned around and faced him.

And they continued to stare at each other for… two minutes?

"Say something!" You yelled angrily.

"Oh how cool I have a beard!" Luffy chuckled staring at the man.

The adult simply widened his eyes in shock and quickly put you on the ground, he looked around desperately as if looking for something.

"Hey boy, that shouldn't have happened… It's not like that guy had an akuma in himself" he scratched the back of his head guiltily "Oh, sorry y/n" he glared at you nervously "I didn't realize you weren't my y/n, y/n, I mean, technically you're my y/n because I'm Luffy… But I'm not the Luffy of now so you're not mine now? Ah, how complicated" he mumbled confused and sad.

"That's right! Y/n is not yours! It's mine!" Your Luffy squealed in annoyance and wrapped his arms around you, hanging on like a koala while wearing an irritated look…was he jealous?

"Luffy, it's not like that!" You tried to say something but realized it didn't make sense and fell silent for a moment to regain your composure "Luffy… He… He's you"

"Ahn? What do you mean? I'm me!" He said looking at you confused.

"Yes I know, but he's you… From the future, I think" you looked at the adult curiously.

"Hm… I've always been so smart, haven't I?" You heard what sounded like his voice, but more mature coming closer.

Then when you looked up a fourth figure joined you, the person was… You?!

It was exactly you, same shade of hair and eyes, but you were grown up and much cooler! You wore chic, stylish clothes and had a determined, confident look. His adult self smiled and approached Luffy who then smiled like a child getting a present. He took you in his arms and spun around several times, then when he stopped he started kissing your face several times until he finished with a big kiss on the mouth.

You stared at it all with wide eyes and cheeks burning, you didn't even have the courage to look at Luffy who had his head on his shoulder and was still squeezing you against him.

"Lu! Don't do this in front of them" you laughed embarrassed "They haven't gotten to that part yet"

"Hmmmm" Luffy grumbled irritably like a puppy "I know, you almost freaked out when I hugged you!"

"Yes" you laughed "I used to be so shy" you said with some nostalgia "Oh, I think we owe an explanation, don't we?" You looked down at yourself and smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah… maybe" you said nervously and without looking away from your Luffy.

"You see, there was this man who swore he was an akuma no mi user, we didn't believe him because he couldn't do anything, it turns out that when we woke up we were here" you said still in Luffy's lap without seeming bothered "It seems he can transport some people to the past or future, this would be a problem if this akuma didn't have a major defect, the user of the akuma is transported along with it"

"Does that mean you can go back to your timeline?" You said understanding the story line.

"That's right! I already found him and left him in the forest, I just needed to come get the big guy" you smiled and pulled one of Luffy's cheeks "So pretend this never happened ok?" You winked.

"Okay…" you said without much reaction.

Soon the adults said goodbye and disappeared in the middle of the forest, Luffy is still squeezing you and you were starting to get very nervous because he hadn't said anything for a long time.

"Hey, y/n" he finally spoke, he was still staring at the spot where the other two left.

"Yes… Luffy?"

"Why can they kiss and we can't?" He turned to face you and you nearly fainted.

"Because they're a Luffy couple…" you explained nervously.

"But they're us, aren't they?"

"They are…"

"So that technically means we're a couple too" he smiled.

"Yeah… well… I don't know if that's how it works… you know? They love each other and everything… I…" you started to stutter nervously.

"But I love you too!" He protested with a pout.

"Not like that Luffy! They love each other differently, it's not the same as loving the crew" you tried to argue.

"But I want to kiss you! And I don't want to kiss anyone else on the crew! Ace said we only kiss our boyfriends!" He said again.

"Do you want kiss me?" You asked breathlessly.

"I want…" he admitted with some embarrassment.

"You know… I want to kiss you too Luffy…"

You turned shyly to see his gaze filling with joy and love, your heart beat faster as you got emotional, the way he looked at you was as if he could do anything for you.

"You know… Captain… If you really want to kiss me, you need to take me on a date first… How about that? I promise I'll explain everything about being lovers" you offered.

"Yes! And then you're going to kiss me!" He chuckled, squeezing you tighter.

"Yeah… I will" you said completely in love.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #onepiece #anime imagines #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffydmonkey #monkey d luffy #luffy imagine

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Stranger

pairing: yandere!ethan landry x f!reader

summary: shouldn’t you know not to trust a stranger on a dark, rainy cold night?

warnings: obsession, yandere themes and behavior, threats-?, kidnapping(if you squint), manipulation, implied violence, implied murder, choking, implied drugging, etc…

You shouldn’t have been on a “walk” to begin with but here you were. You didn’t know it would rain so that wasn’t your fault.

You could’ve at least brought an umbrella but you didn’t, which bothered you because now it was pouring rain.

Your clothes were soaking wet and your shoes too. You shivered as you walked around. You should go home but with all this rain you weren’t sure if you could.

Your Phone died while you were walking. So you were definitely screwed. Well, for now. The rain poured even harder as you were now completely soaked.

If your phone wasn’t dead you’d probably find a way home or contact one of your friends. You sigh, continuing on walking. You also knew you were lost.

You hoped your friends didn't spam messages. But since you didn't respond in a while, they probobly did out of concern.

It hadn’t been that long since you moved to New York, for a fresh start. Away from everything. Woodsboro wasn’t the best place to be in, not really after it became a tourist attraction and frankly the story behind it just kept being told over and over.

You were always in the background so you never truly experienced any ghostface attacks yourself thankfully. But moving to New York, would change that. You didn’t know that though. Not until today.

“Fuck, you mutter as thunder booms and it rains even harder. Just your luck. It wasn’t until you saw someone pull up to you that you stopped walking.

“Are you okay? A voice you don’t recognize asks. It’s a cute boy. He has curly hair and a concerned look on his face.

“No, You reply, shakily. From your fear and how cold it was outside. “Do you need a ride? He asks. You shouldn’t have accepted but you were desperate enough that you agreed.

You shiver as you sat in the passenger seat. “T-Thank you, you stutter from being so cold. “I’m Ethan, he says.”and no problem. Always like helping a cute girl.”

Cute?

You found him attractive but felt like he was out of your league, so hearing that did make you feel somewhat better. But still, he was a total stranger to you.

“Thanks… you say nervously. Your stomach filled with butterflies. You didn’t know him so why should you feel this way? Or ignore the weird signs your brain was trying to tell you.

It seemed purely coincidental that he found you and pretty much saved you. But it was much deeper than that. You didn’t know.

“My place is pretty far, You chuckle. “Oh, how about you hang around my place? Ethan offers.”the rain stops pretty soon. And my roommate’s at a party.”

“Why aren’t you? You ask. “I left early, He replies. “Makes sense, Frat Parties kind of suck, You say. He chuckles.”See? Already here.”

You nodded.”Thank you again. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” “It’s okay, but you never told me your name, Ethan said. You were hesitant but he wouldn’t hurt you, or do anything that would put you in harm’s way. He seemed so nice. You could trust him.

“Y/n, You smile. “I like it, Ethan compliments. “Thanks, You reply, going in the elevator beside him. Still, your gut feeling was telling you that you should run now. Because he isn’t trustworthy. at least what your instincts are telling you.

It’s a trap, your instincts keep telling you. It’s obviously a trap to keep you. Or whatever. Something bad. Ulterior motives. But, since you were desperate and he had been so kind to you, You just ignore your instincts. Besides they could be wrong. He could be a nice person.

A good friend.

You exit the elevator beside him and you follow behind as he unlocks the door. You’re so desperate you rush in first, not seeing him lock the door behind you. Or that grin that forms on his face.

“Are you hungry? He asks. Your stomach growls so there’s no denying that. You nod. “Okay, I’ll make you something, Ethan smiles.

“Thank you… again. You say softly, while shivering. He nods, going into the kitchen. You were soaking wet so you figure, there’s towels in his bathroom. You hear him cook as you go in the bathroom.

You find a towel and wrap it around you, but then see something odd. It was brief and hidden and you couldn’t tell what it was. So you don’t think much of it for now.

You enter the living room and see Ethan come out. “I have the food, Ethan said, placing it in front of you, then looked at you, wrapped in the towel. “Idk sorry.. I shouldn’t…. You begin.

“No worries, it’s my fault I didn’t offer you one, Ethan said.”just don’t go around unless I let you, okay?” You nodded. Though you noted that strange thing in the bathroom. You’d definitely explore that.

You began eating your food, and you got water as well. You definitely needed it from being so exhausted and not having water for a while. You didn’t even remember if you had water today up until now.

Your memory was kind of fuzzy. But the water tasted different. “Mind if I use the bathroom? You lie. Ethan nods but eyes you suspiciously oddly enough as you walk to the bathroom.

Perhaps you could get the weird taste out of your mouth and see what that weird thing was. It had looked like a piece of a photo hidden. But you weren’t fully sure.

Your head began hurting and your vision getting blurry. But you were remaining strong even when you were dizzy, sitting down to maintain your consciousness. Fighting off whatever he had put in your drink.

You pull that photo and your eyes widen, you pull more and see they’re all of you. He had been following you. For god knows how long. But you can’t do anything because your vision goes black.

When you woke up, you’re in the bedroom. But the curtains are closed and the lights are off. Until Ethan turns the lights on. He comes into your Vision.

“Got some good sleep? Ethan said. “What did you do, you sick fuck? You demand. “Oh, someone’s feeling bold, Ethan teased.”But if you must know, I drugged you.”

You try and squirm but it’s no use. You’re stuck. “I made sure you couldn’t get out of the rope, Ethan said proudly.”I had this all planned. Of course, the bathroom and towel thing I didn’t expect for you to do. But it still worked out perfectly.”

“Why me? You say.”You knew I would be lost didn’t you?” He nods.”And to answer that question, You’re everything to me. I love you. And you love me.”

“No I don’t. And you obviously are just obsessed which is two completely different things, You groan. Then you notice he’s in a costume and his mask which is a Ghostface mask has blood on it and so did his knife.

“What did you do? You say.”While I was out?” “Did some killing, He replies,cleaning the knife with hand.”and of course some violence. It’s all apart of the plan.”

“What plan? You ask. “You’re so cute, He smiles.”I can’t tell you. You may tell Sam and Tara. And no, I can’t have that now will we?”

“Sam? Tara? I don’t know either of them, You say. “I know, I know everything about you, Ethan grins psychotically.”But, you may run into them and you know, say a word.”

“I won’t! You insist.”I swear!” Suddenly his hand was wrapped around your throat, lightly choking you as fear filledyour eyes.

“fear looks so pretty on you, Ethan cooed. So he had known who you were long before you knew who he was.

You didn’t cry but you whimpered before he let go, you cough.”Why did you do that?” “A warning, Ethan replies.”And you better listen to it.”

You nod. You planned on listening to him. He was violent and terrifying. You didn’t know what he planned in store for you next.

“But if you don’t, I’m going to make you scream and I’m sure you don’t want that, Ethan said. You quickly realized it wasn’t the good kind of scream that he meant and you didn’t want that. Not at all.

Why did you have to trust a complete stranger?

#reader’s appearance isn’t specified #ethan landry x reader #yandere ethan landry #yandere #scream vi #scream x reader #yandere scream

[pascaloverx]

Strangers?

Part Three

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Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption.

You and Conrad come out of the water towards the people calling him. A boy and a girl, both looking relieved to find Conrad. I'm not sure what their relationship is, but they definitely seem to care a lot about Conrad. You feel like it's appropriate to pretend like you didn't just kiss someone you met hours ago. Even Conrad seems to have been bothered by the interruption but I'm wondering if he's with a frown because of the interrupted kiss or because of seeing this possible couple here.

"Do you know them?" You discreetly ask Conrad before emerging from the sea. You become so engrossed in the awkward atmosphere that you end up stumbling when fully out of the water. Luckily, Conrad grabs your arm, resulting in an insanely intense exchange of glances between you two. You step back, afraid that the girl staring at you might be the happiness Conrad mentioned earlier. At least, your near-fall helps Conrad ease his discomforted expression.

"He's my brother, and she..." Conrad speaks softly as you both walk towards the two people. But you immediately understand when you observe the glances between Conrad and the girl. She is his happiness.

The girl speaks anxiously as she looks at Conrad. "You turned off your phone and disappeared; we got worried, so we decided to look for you in possible hiding places."

"The intention of disappearing and staying unreachable is precisely to have no contact with anyone, Belly. It's nothing personal." Conrad explains.

"So, next time you want to disappear, send a message letting us know you're going to vanish, and it's not for us to worry." The boy says this time as he approaches and hugs Conrad.

"You worry too much Jeremiah, I'm your big brother not the other way around. You two shouldn't have come here. I wasn't even gone for twenty four hours." Conrad reprimands them, and they seem to disagree with what he says. You find it cute that they came here looking for Conrad, but you're concerned that they might have seen the kiss and jump to conclusions. Your mind can't stop thinking about unnecessary things. What if Belly is in love with Conrad and thinks he moved on because of the kiss? What if you enjoyed the kiss and want to repeat it, but can't because Conrad clearly has feelings for someone else?

"We're being rude here. Hello, I'm Isabel, but you can call me Belly, I'm Jeremiah's girlfriend, and..." She pauses for a moment, perhaps contemplating how to define her relationship with Conrad.

"I'm Jeremiah, Conrad's brother." Jeremiah tries to make the moment less awkward. I shake hands with both of them as they extend their hands to greet me.

"My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you." You say smiling, when you notice that something is strangely strange. Wait a minute... is Conrad in love with his sister-in-law?

"Now that everyone has introduced themselves, you can go back where you came from..." Conrad says, clearly lacking any sense of courtesy.

"Or you can stay here and enjoy this beach day. Although it's almost evening. But we can always make a bonfire." You say, trying to ease the obvious tension in the air. Jeremiah smiles appreciatively while Conrad looks at me in disbelief. Well, it's not like you invited them for a make-out session.

"We'd love to stay; it'll be an opportunity to get to know my brother's new friend." Jeremiah says, putting his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. Belly seems comfortable with the idea of staying.

"So it looks like everyone is staying. I just need to find some dry clothes to wear. And I think I bought some snacks; I'll check if I left them in the trunk." You say as you gather your clothes from the ground. The ones that aren't wet are covered in sand.

"I'll help you. By the way, Jere, did you bring any spare clothes?" Conrad says, holding your hand. You feel something bubbling in your stomach, but you firmly grip Conrad's hand.

"In the trunk, you can take whatever you think is good for today." Jeremiah says smiling while whispering something to Belly who elbows him. You and Conrad head to your car and Jeremiah who coincidentally are next to each other. You stay torn between letting go of Conrad's hand and going to your car when you notice him watching you.

"Do you like my company so little? You even had to call for reinforcements." Conrad speaks in an amused tone, making an almost cute, hurt expression.

"One of us had to do this, you were a nice ass suggesting that two people who care about you leave." You say trying to be as soft as possible, even at the end you mumble "sorry but it's true" to Conrad who is expressionless.

"I just... wanted a break from being the guy who's getting over his ex-girlfriend who's currently his younger brother's girlfriend." You get a little confused but you start to understand the situation a little better.

"Now I feel like a pretty idiot. I thought you had an unrequited crush on your sister-in-law but it's worse than that. You're living a real life version of The Vampire Diaries." You try to lighten the mood with this silly comparison. At least it made Conrad smile a little.

"But I understand that you felt it would be polite to call them, I wouldn't have done that but I understand." Conrad says, getting a little closer to you, which leaves you feeling cold in your chest.

"You can't judge me sir"I didn't give you the whole context and I want you to guess". I did the right thing." You stare at him, getting even closer. Now you started to remember what you were doing before Belly and Jeremiah arrived.

"Do you think friends can kiss?" Conrad asks as he goes from holding your hand to putting two hands on your face. You don't respond with words but nod your head positively. Seconds later you kiss. A kiss with more intensity. A kiss that makes you want to fly, or whatever. You feel that Conrad is at least in that moment with his mind focused on you. And you're focused on him. You kiss for as long as possible until you both need to catch your breath.

"You taste like beer." You say, giving Conrad a peck, who gives you one in return.

"And you taste like chocolate ice cream." You laugh at the expression Conrad makes when he says that and then move away a little.

"So let's get dry clothes and food for the night with your brother and his girlfriend." You say looking at him. You then head off to what you hope will be a pleasant evening.

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[gloryofroses19]

Ringside Attraction

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fiancée!reader

[y/n] wasn’t a stranger to feeling the gaze of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. With a past full of loss and peripatetic career but a love for domesticity and companionship, [y/n] understood how the sight of her kept Bradley grounded in the present. His gaze spoke volumes when he was unable to with his body, as his other favorite pastime was to be near her. If his gaze was directed at her lips, she knew he would tease a kiss from her with no more than a boyish smile and a well-placed joke. If he gazed at her chest or ass, she knew they would end up pressed against each other in the near future showing their love in private. She wasn't, however, used to his stare being directed at her hands or more accurately her left ring finger. A finger which had recently become adorned with a diamond ring that spoke of their love and shared future. 

Bradley had always sought a place to call home after experiencing the love and loss of his parents so [y/n] knew the proposal would happen at some point. The night in question occurred a few weeks after their first anniversary. The day before, Bradley had claimed that he was going to help Iceman move boxes from the attic into his garage, but [y/n] found out later that he had actually gone to see Maverick. Though their relationship was strained, Bradley felt that he had to at least tell his ex-pseudo-uncle of his upcoming nuptials. 

The following morning, [y/n] had kissed Rooster Bradshaw goodbye at the door with a promise to meet him at the Hard Deck at 8pm as he made the two-hour drive to Fightertown, USA to guest lecture at Top Gun. 

[y/n] was none the wiser when she walked into the Hard Deck to find it devoid of anyone but a man in a Hawaiian shirt on one knee. A man, who proposed in the place where it reminded him of his father, the family he made in the Navy and their shared future.  A man, who spoke of the love he never thought was possible until a woman walked into his life at this very bar and called him “Brad-Brad”. 

Which brought [y/n] back to the present as it was becoming increasingly hard to speak to her fiancé when his attention was focused on the ring than her words. She often found herself staring at the ring throughout her day as well. The elation to being able to marry Bradley hadn’t lessened, if anything she was grateful for the ring because it served as a physical reminder that she was in fact marrying Prince Charming.

However, the future Mr and Mrs Bradshaw never shied away from jokes so [y/n] did what she knew best and teased the man. 

“I think we need to throw out the piano.” [y/n] began as she watched the pilot lounging on  her lap run his fingers over the ring. “Ok, whatever you think, darlin’.” 

Rolling her eyes, [y/n] used her foot to push the porch swing. “I’m going to run away and elope with Phoenix.” 

“Sure, baby.” The motion of the swing had Bradley closing his eyes as he cradled her hand to chest. But as the words “elope” and “Phoenix” swimmed in his mind, he shot up and turned toward his love. “You are not marrying any pilot but me!” 

[y/n] crossed her arms across her chest as she suppressed the urge to giggle at his clouded expression. “Oh, so now I have your attention.” 

“You always do.” Leaning in, Bradley brushed a kiss against the tip of her nose hoping to earn himself a kiss or at least a giggle. 

Pushing herself back against the plush swing pillows, [y/n] mustered all her self control to keep this charade up and not fall for those chocolate puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t give me that cute face.” 

Sensing that he was winning this, because Bradley Bradshaw was nothing but an expert on [full name], he shot her a boyish grin. “It’s the only one I got.” 

[y/n] was an idiot if she thought she could win this battle, the Lieutenant knew her controls just as much as he knew the controls of a F-18. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

Drawing her face towards, Bradley whispered against the plump expansion of her lips. “I’m the happiest, thank you for everything.” She gave in, pressing their lips together. Bradley spared no moment of hesitation. He deepened the kiss, parting her lips as a shiver of pleasure ran through her. Parting for air, Bradley made no move to separate their bodies and instead had his thumb rub up and down the hollow of her neck. He  let a smile grow across his swollen lips, leaving [y/n] to ponder the oncoming trouble. “Plus let’s not pretend you don't do your own share of appreciative staring, baby.” 

“Not to the point that I don’t listen!” 

“Really? What about yesterday?” Bradley asked with an incredulous tone and raised eyebrows. 

“What about yesterday?” [y/n] remembered it well. Bradley was sporting a wife-beater while the warm San Diego heat had him glistening gold between his sun kissed skin and sweat. But her fiancé didn’t need to know that. 

“Well,” Bradley began before placing a kiss on her neck and continuing to do so between each phrase. “You were keeping me company,” a kiss left his lips.

“In the garage,” accompanied by another and an unintentional tickle from his mustache. 

“When I was working on the Bronco and…” a sigh left her parted lips as his lips left another. [y/n] was left to wait with bated breath as Bradley’s mouth whispered in her ear. “And I had to throw a towel at you to get your attention.”  However, her bated breath turned into a shriek as her fiancé took a playful bite out of her neck. 

With the shriek still sounding in the air, their puppy Darcy left her perch on the other side of the deck to investigate the noise.  

“It was loud because of Mr. Anderson’s lawnmower!” [y/n] argued, leading Bradley to pause his petting of Darcy to give her a look of skepticism.  

“Let’s not blame your sinful gaze on our 80-year-old neighbor, the man is a veteran.”

A/N: Thank you for reading and feedback is always appreciated!

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#bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #top gun imagine #top gun maverick x reader

[roo-bastmoon]

Hello kind stranger. I like your blog and as a follow up to your other anon I hope it's okay to share my thoughts on why I personally feel Jikook are very much a thing now more than ever with you (you don't have to post this). I trust my eyes, ears and gut feeling and as a mature army I think I know how a potential relationship look like pretty well and some of the things I see Jikook are doing {what they don't do is also very telling} makes me go DING DING DING every single time so here are my two cents:

The amount of shows and Korean dramas they have to watch together because unless they tell each other everything they do over the phone and are into the exact same jokes in at least 15 different dramas and memes it's almost impossible to have this amount of similar banters so I can't help but thinking they spend a lot of time together and we just don't get to see it. I also think there are small signs that they could be living together but nobody can tell for sure but that's a different topic

Jimin apologizing for JK acting up in a cute harmless way or thanking others who compliments him. Basically how they have interesting different boundaries when it comes to each other that goes beyond taking care of a friend: ^Want me to cut if for you? Don't show your toe socks on live^ You need to make him feel better not making fun of his UN mistake^ and more

Interactions that can't be explained if they are just platonic friends in my humble opinion. For instance Hobi asking Jimin why he's doing his birthday live in JK studio and Jimin doesn't have an answer but looking down and smiling while JK changed the topic with dancing, followed by Hobi giggling and hugging Jimin. The time Hobi teased Jimin about JK being in charge of clothes and again Jimin stuttered. These interactions combined with small gestures like JK waiting for Jimin to pass so he can walk right after him or holding his bags or always wanting to do the heavy lifting even in games as an instinct (have you seen this run episode?) speak volumes to me and only amplifying what I think

Which brings me to the neck bite gate, the ear sucking on stage, the thirst trap birthday wish, GCF Tokyo, maybe the initials tattoos. regardless of what people say it can't be denied that no one will do those things for someone if they are in a romantic relationship with another person. No one will stay awake at night to act sexy in a birthday video for someone you are heavily rumored to be in relationship with when you are already in a relationship. it's disrespectful and rude towards your partner and doesn't fit with the people I think JK or Jimin are. I fully believe that this is a universal truth and that is the real reason why haters always call the 4, 5 BIG jikook moments a lie or ignore them like the plague with childish excuses because even they know deep down that you simply don't do that when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend at home. I'm not one of those people who think Jikook have been together for a decade or know for a fact they are exclusive but these instances happened in the span of years. Just saying

Their early days. Jimin used to ask for kisses constantly and Jungkook was very much into letting Jimin win at games, stand offs and what not. I think it's safe to say both acted towards each other in a a unique way that is different to the rest of the members and I find it interesting how Jimin stopped asking and how JK is still to this day is very gentle when it comes to Jimin. it was very much a puppy love that could have evolved in time to a relationship which is very natural in a place of work

The level of intimacy that is different even for BTS standards. For instance JK seeking with his hand to find bare skin or taking a bite from the pizza silce at the similar spot or proudly showing a neck bite from Jimin on his neck and everything they did in point 4.

Body language- the way they turn their full body towards each other on stage, photos, during games, in official promo videos, the way they sit, and even when they are telling jokes tables apart

Their own bandmates and how they look at one of them when the other one is doing something funny or worth mentioning. very much a setting of a group of friends singling out a couple

The people in their lives seem close. Parents, brother, Poly C, even some of their follow list.

Similar views on life, answers, experiences, likes and dislikes. They click too well and there's a reason why there's endless footage of them doing nothing on the side but enjoying their time together

I won't pretend that I know anything as a fact but ironically in jikook history a lot of things become less complicated and MUCH more easier to explain if they are a couple than if they are not so I go by the rule 'the simplest explanation is usually the correct one'.

Yes yes hell to the yes.

What you said.

#jikook

[gyoobies]

Kitties, coffee and Kisses

Pairing: Lee Know x Fem reader

Genre: Smut, Strangers to lovers, coffee shop/cat café AU

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI 

Summary: While exploring your new city you find a popular cat café with 1 problem, no cats, and an owner that's a bit sour about the way his café has changed.

Word Count:  4,179

Like always I skimmed over this didn't see anything that stuck out right away and called it good 🤞💕

   Another solo Saturday was in the works for you, seeing as how you hadn't met very many new people that you would want to hang out with outside of work in the couple months since you'd relocated. You were thrilled to have a higher position in the company you worked for, but you didn't realize making new friends as an adult would be so challenging. It wasn't a big deal in the beginning, you were swamped with projects so you didn't mind the easy weekends alone, but now with almost all the projects being done, you were definitely starting to feel a bit homesick and lonely. 

Your new city was undeniably lovely, so instead of sulking around your apartment you decided to grab your camera, and explore the neighborhood a bit, hoping to capture the everyday beauty you experience to share with everyone back home. Two hours in and you'd found your new favorite restaurant, a really cute boutique with clothes that would never fit over your ass, but the accessories were amazing, and a flower shop where you spent far too much time chatting with the old lady that worked there. 

You were about to call it a day until you stumbled upon a cat café. Never one to turn down a kitty or coffee, this place had you written all over it.  A quaint little café with a cute cartoon kitty holding a sign that says "please take a seat" waiting to greet anyone that walked in. You took note of all the women clustered at the counter as you found a seat in the far corner and began to look over the menu. Busy looking over the menu, humming to yourself, you hadn't noticed the café waiter arrive at your table until he greeted you.

"Hi, welcome to the Purrfect Cup! What can We brew for you today?"  

Looking up from the menu a bit startled by the sudden presence beside you, you took in the waiter's appearance and giggled at the ears clipped haphazardly to his hair.

"Cute", you smiled, causing him to blush a bit.

"Can I have the almond milk latté with ginger and honey?"

"Absolutely! I'll be back soon with your order."

Taking in your surroundings, you noticed all the empty cat trees, and all the cat toys neatly tucked away in the far corner across from you. It seemed odd to you, a cat café but not one cat was to be found. 

"Here you go! One almond milk latté with honey and ginger."  Said the adorably smiley waiter.

"Hey, before you go I have a question.  Where are the cats?" You said as you waved your hands  motioning  about the café.

"Umm, well..."

"Omg! Is this not an actual cat café?! Is this just a cat themed café where cute boys dress like cats?!"  You whisper Yelled.

"Oh! No, it's not that well, it's not supposed  to be."

"So basically this is a cat boy café, not a cat café?"

"No it is a cat café, we just ran out of cats."

"Ran out of cats?" You asked with a puzzled look on your face.

"Well they were all adopted and we haven't taken any new cats in from the shelter yet."

"Oh, I see."

"Were you hoping to adopt one?"

You pondered his question, you hadn't really thought about adopting one but maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, sure you'd be the lonely cat woman but at least you'd have a pet to bond with. "It wasn't on my list, but maybe."

Before the waiter could say anything further, he was interrupted by the squeaking of 2 women calling him to their table. "Excuse me, I'll be right back."

Despite the lack of cats in this cat café you couldn't deny that you'd probably be back because the coffee was amazing, rich, flavorful,  a tiny bit of sweet from the honey and the perfect dash of ground  ginger. You sipped away happily as you scrolled through your social media feeds. You'd  glanced up several times to check on the crowd of women at the front counter, which seemed to have grown since you had taken your seat. Although you hadn't seen the face of the barista at the front counter, you assumed he was most likely the reason that women had clustered into one giant pool of thirst. A quick glimpse as he moved about the counter serving drinks was all that was needed to confirm your suspicion. A glowing smile, delicate, soft rose colored lips, and a pair of alluring eyes, no wonder why he had an audience.

"And I'm back! Sorry about that." 

"No need to apologize, I'm not the only patron, but..."

"Sorry to cut you off again, I'll be right back." And just like that he was gone again. But this time he was called to the front counter, no doubt to assist with all the fawning women. You checked the time and realized you should probably get going, the conversation would have to wait for another day. You made sure to leave the table tidy so as not to make the sweet waiter's job more difficult.

"Oh! You're leaving? I'm sorry that took a lot longer than I thought." Said the waiter as he came to stand before you.

"Please stop apologizing for doing your job." You giggled "I'm sure the extra hands were needed up front."

"Well, actually the owner wanted to know why I was chatting with you for so long." 

You felt horrible, you hadn't realized he was being monitored by his boss. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"Now I can tell you not to apologize." He giggled.

"Everything is fine, I explained to him that you were questioning how we were a cat café without cats."

"Well when you say it like that it seems a bit rude, he doesn't think I'm rude does he?"

"No, he was actually surprised you cared to ask about them. Most of the customers only come -"

"To look at the staff." You laughed

"That obvious?"

"Well between the pool of women giggling at the front counter, and the girls burning me to a crisp with their stares because you're talking to me, I kind of figured it out.”

The waiter let out the most adorable giggle catching the attention of most everyone in the café. If looks could kill....well good thing they can't.  Noticing a very unpleasant audience of spectators, you figured you'd better get out of the danger zone.

 Well Mr. Feline, I've gotta jet, but I'll be back because the coffee was grade A."

"Felix, that's my name, but you were very close." He smiled.

"Well Felix, see ya soon." You said as you made your way to the exit with more than a few pairs of eyes throwing daggers at you, except one pair. Little did you know that despite your lack of view to him, the barista at the front never had a problem stealing glances at you from the moment you entered the café. The second the final patron left that evening, he was interrogating Felix to find out what little he could about you. 

It had been days since you'd even thought about the quaint little kitty café, until you remembered just how good that cup of coffee was. It had been a long day at work, actually a long week, if you were being honest you could use a pick me up, you definitely deserved it after working so hard. Deciding to treat yourself, you changed out of your work clothes and threw on a simple button up and skirt to take a walk to the little café. You strolled casually thinking about what you could do over the weekend, besides your usual cleaning. Finally reaching your destination you studied the gray colored clouds that began to form, hoping to be back home before they began to downpour. You stepped into the little shop surprised to find it empty. You took a little time to admire the décor without the crowds of pining women. Admiring the Knick-knacks on the shelf beside the counter, you felt the gentle brush of a furry tail against your leg. You lowered yourself to indulge your new found fluffy friend.

"Where is everyone cutie?" you said as you carefully picked up the kitty and gently scratched their head.

"Hello!" You called out.

"We're closed" a voice responded from what you assume was the kitchen.

"I'm sorry. The door wasn't locked and-"

 "And you can't read?" You heard as the owner of the rude voice emerged from the kitchen.

"Well first of all there was no sign and the door was unlocked." 

The owner's face fell once you came into view, "I- I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"You probably shouldn't be that rude to anyone honestly." 

“You're right, it's just, this one customer won't take no for an answer."

"Won't take no for an answer? Oh! Well I guess I get it then. You should be more cautious in that case, and actually lock the door."

"Or you could tell your favorite waiter Felix to follow directions. He was supposed to close up" 

Even though you knew he was being serious, you couldn't help but laugh at his annoyed expression. 

"Well, I'd better be going since you're closed, but if this beauty needs a home I'd love to adopt her."

"Honestly I'm shocked she's warmed up to you so quickly, but she already has a home. I only brought her with me today because Felix told me we received a complaint about not having a single cat in a cat café, and I didn't want to disappoint them if they came back." He said as he reached over to grab his cat and sit her on the counter with the biggest smirk plastered on his face.

Needless to say you were a bit embarrassed by the callout. "I'm sorry I didn't mean anything negative, I was just curious."

"It's fine, I was actually really surprised someone cared to ask. The usual patrons don't actually care about the cats." He seemed a bit upset at that last statement. 

 "Well maybe if the cute guys on staff didn't dress up like cats they'd pay attention to the actual cats."

"Ugh Felix wears them by choice, but he only started once I told him we wouldn't be getting any more shelter cats." 

"What?! That's not what he told me the other day, I thought you'd be getting more. Why would you stop if you were able to get all the others adopted?"

He let out a sigh before offering you a seat at the counter and excusing himself to the back for a moment. When he returned he placed a cup in front of you.

"Almond milk latté with ginger and honey?" He said as he leaned across the counter with a satisfied grin, enjoying the way a smile spread across your face.

"Yes, thank you, but you didn't need to."

"I know, but you came all this way and I wanted to." He said while giving a wink.

"Charmer" you replied as you took a sip. "Wow! This is even better than the last time."

"Of course, because I made it this time." 

You rolled your eyes at his statement, but you did find his confidence to be sexy.

"Now tell me why you're not helping the shelter anymore."

"This is so embarrassing,  but I really thought I was helping find them homes, I failed them. I thought I was doing a great job until the cats that got adopted through my café were starting to turn up in other shelters weeks, sometimes only days later. I realized then that nobody cared, they just wanted to make it seem like they did. I still don't know why anyone would do that."

You sat in disbelief, not at what had happened, but because he genuinely seemed to not know why people were doing it.

"You're kidding right?  I would assume it would be obvious, especially since you guys basically have a fan club. I'm sure they all adopted cats hoping to impress the attractive café owner and when it didn't work they got rid of the cat. It's gross, I feel so bad for the cats." You nuzzled his cat that had now sauntered across the counter over to you.

He knew you were just speaking openly and didn't think anything of calling him attractive, but he was pleased with your slip up, and shocked that his little act had actually worked. Now he had confirmation that you found him attractive.

"What is your name cutie?"

"I go by Lee Know, but you can call me Minho. What's yours?"

"I- I meant the cat" You said before giving him your name. 

"Now what's her name?"

"This is my Dori"

"Fits her perfectly" you responded.

The chime of the door opening startled you both, and Minho jumped to his feet to inform the would-be customer that the café was closed. After turning to acknowledge the woman, the change in his demeanor told you this was most likely who he had mistaken you for earlier.

"Oh, I'm sorry but we're closed, please come back tomorrow."

"I'll have just one cup of coffee. It won't take long, I promise." She insisted.

"I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, but please come back tomorrow when we're open."

"If you're closed, why is she here?" The woman shifted her eyes to your direction.

"Because we're on a date and you're interrupting. Now if you don't have any more questions I'd really appreciate it if you left so we can continue." You said as you approached Minho, wrapping your arms around his waist, to your surprise he mimicked your actions. Your skin was hot under his fingertips, and his grip was firm,  almost possessive, as if he was actually claiming you as his. You admired his side profile as he once again asked the woman to leave, and watched as she exited the café slamming the door on her way out. 

Once she was gone you slowly began to pull away, albeit very reluctantly. Immediately Minho pulled you back to him. 

"Let's stay this way a little longer just in case she comes back." 

"Or, you could just lock the door."

"Yea, but then I wouldn't have a reason to be this close to you."

" Who said you needed a reason, and besides isn't just wanting to reason enough?" You said as you pushed him away toward the door to lock it. 

You made your way over to the small bookshelf you had noticed earlier and began to browse the small selection of books in an attempt to calm yourself. You barely knew him and yet, here you were inviting something more than conversation. It wasn't long before you felt his presence behind you. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he hummed softly behind you.

"See anything that interests you?" He asked as he watched you brush your fingers slowly along the spine of the books. 

You turned to face him "I do now."

The kiss that followed was the opposite of what you expected from someone as bold as he was. The kiss was soft and slow, allowing you to really feel every curve and movement of his lips. You pulled him in closer to feel more of him, causing him to stumble into you a bit so that now you were pressed firmly against the bookshelf.

 The look in his eyes when you pulled away briefly to catch your breath threatened to buckle your knees, filled with want and something you couldn't quite pinpoint yet. Despite only just meeting, it was undeniable that there was something electric between the two of you, and he felt it just as much as you did. Still wanting verbal confirmation. You pulled his body close again and this time you could feel how hard he was against your thigh.

"Do you want me?"

"From the moment I knew you actually came for the coffee and cats."

You thought for sure you'd ruined the mood when you laughed at his response, until he grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"Do you find it funny that I want you?"

"Not that you want me, just that my love for coffee and cats is what did it for you." You said confidently.

" Such a sassy mouth" he said as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb. "Excuse me for finding it attractive that you aren't desperate for attention and have the capability to care about something other than yourself." 

His words filled you with even more want, never had anyone told you they were drawn to you because of your caring heart. Despite your current position you still found it sweet.

Minho let out a gasp when you let your tongue run over his thumb. "Maybe you should lower the window shades." 

He wasted no time pulling you from your place against the bookshelf to the front, lifting you to sit on the counter.  With one arm wrapped around your waist he pulled you to the edge so he was slotted perfectly between your legs. He nuzzled his head into your neck while he began to glide his fingers up your thighs stopping right at the hem of your skirt, waiting for your permission to continue.

"Can I?" He said as he gave your thigh a squeeze. Placing your hands on his you guided them further up your thighs to the waistband of your lace panties, finally vocalizing your permission once he hooked his fingers underneath.

"Yes, you can." You said as you lifted slightly to make removing the undergarment easier.

He didn't hesitate, and once they were off he got to work teasing you, caressing your inner thigh as he marked your neck and shoulders. Suddenly you noticed the soft sound of rain against the café windows and then a clap of thunder that caused you to shudder in Minho's arms.

"Is my baby scared of the storm?" He whispered against your neck.

"No, I love thunderstorms, I just wasn't expecting it." 

You moaned shamelessly at the sudden feeling of his fingertips brushing teasingly against your pussy.  He pulled away from you so suddenly, you thought something was wrong, until he grabbed a small stool, took a seat between your parted legs, and hooked them over his shoulders; the motion causing you to lean back more onto the counter. 

He was so close to you, that looking down you could only see his eyes over the swell of your glistening pussy. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut when he took his first taste of you, gripping your thighs tighter with every lick. You laced your hands in his hair as he buried his tongue inside you. Eyes closed, you focused on listening to the sounds of the rain mixed with the lewd sounds of Minho licking, slurping and moaning between your legs. Conflicted didn’t even describe your thoughts at the moment, struggling to decide what you needed more, to feel him deep inside you or to cum on his tongue. The question was answered when he pushed two of his pretty ring clad fingers into you, causing you to tug his hair and moan out his name. You looked down to watch as he made a mess of you, using his fingers to get you ready for him, and when he opened his eyes to look up at you for a moment, you felt your need to have him inside you grow. You tugged at his hair again, this time to get his attention. "Wait" you gasped out.

 Minho stopped immediately at your words. "What's wrong? I'm sorry, was I too rough?"

"No, you're amazing, I just want to cum on your dick instead of your tongue." You said as you attempted to lift yourself.

 He let out a grunt of disapproval, gripped your thighs harder and buried his face deeper into your pussy. He was stubborn and even though you really wanted to have his dick you, you couldn't deny how good it felt to have someone absolutely worshiping your pussy. It didn't take long after he added a third finger for you to cum, moaning his name, thighs quaking and chest heaving.

"Next time don't interrupt me." He said as he stood to lift you from the counter, and carried you over to the small couch beside the bookshelf. 

It was only when you tilted your head to allow him to kiss up your neck as he undid the buttons of your top, did you remember he had never lowered the window shades. 

"Minho! The windows! 

"Are tinted, it's dark out, you'd literally have to put your face to the glass to see anything."

"Pretty sure your number one fan is not above doing that."

He couldn't help but to laugh at that. "You're probably right" He said as he left to lower the shades.

One by one he lowered the window coverings, and you felt comfortable enough to remove your remaining pieces of clothing.  A single "fuck" was all he muttered when he noticed you were completely naked and waiting for him on the couch. A trail of clothes was left in his wake as he made his way back to you.  Watching as he stroked himself before rolling on a condom, you were practically dripping at the sight of him getting ready for you.

He positioned himself above you, flashing you a smile before tapping the head of his dick against your pussy.

"Mmmm do you hear that? You're so fucking wet for me."  He said as he slowly pushed into you, picking up his pace after a few thrusts. He was right, you were probably the wettest you'd ever been for anyone besides yourself, and the way he knew his way around your body would make you think you'd been lovers for an eternity. With every caress, kiss, thrust a jolt of electricity surged through your body. Every roll of his hips beckoned you to pull him closer, to squeeze him tighter, urging you to cum all over his dick. With a pinch of your nipples and a particularly deep thrust, you were done. Digging your nails into his shoulders, gasping out his name as you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him close. Soft kisses and praises fell from his lips to your ears as you felt him twitch inside you. With one last snap of his hips he came too, the sound of his moan lingering in your ears like a favorite song. Wrapped in each other's embrace you floated down from your highs, offering each other satisfied smiles.

"Let's go get cleaned up." A quick peck was felt on your lips before Minho pulled you to your feet, through the café and toward the kitchen.

"I don't think washing ourselves in the kitchen of your café is sanitary."

"We're not gonna wash up in my café" He laughed as he led you to a door located in the far corner of the kitchen. "My apartment is upstairs" 

“What about Dori?”

“She’ll be fine down here” He said as he smacked your ass. 

The next morning you found yourself buried in the blankets of Minho's bed with his arms wrapped around you. Eyes still heavy with sleep, you began to drift off again until his phone rang, causing you both to jolt awake. He opted to give you a few morning kisses and a nice squeeze to your ass before locating his phone to answer it. The minute he picked up, you recognized the voice on the other end.

"So, do you wanna come get all the clothes off the floor in the café? We open in like 20 minutes." 

"Shit! I'll be right down." He said before hanging up the phone.

"I'm going to get our things. The main entrance to my apartment is in the living room if you want to leave after I get your belongings, but I'd like it if you stayed and rested longer. I'd also like to take you out on an actual date later if that's okay." He said before disappearing out of the room.

He was greeted by amused eyes once he entered the café and began to collect all the clothes the two of you left behind. 

"So, did you finally give in to one of the regulars?" 

The only response given was a disgusted expression from Minho, followed by immediate laughter when he noticed your lace underwear hanging from the potted plant on the counter. 

"Gross, you do know people eat here right?"

"And that's exactly what I did" He said to Felix before heading back upstairs.

#kpop fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #lee know x reader #lee know smut #minho fanfic #minho smut #minho x reader #straykids x reader #strangers to lovers

[freddieslater]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Scirisaac | Isaac Lahey x Scott McCall x Kira Yukimura (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @a-lil-bi-furious

Someone's walking towards them. Kira's aware that she shouldn't be staring because they might think it's rude, and that's not really the best first impression. But she also can't stop staring.

For a heart-skipping moment, she considers the possibility that they're not actually friendly and are, in fact, about to attack. Then she reminds herself that they're right in the open surrounded by at least twenty other students who all chose to eat lunch/study outside just like them.

"Uh, do you know them?" she quietly asks, leaning into Scott on her right. After all, he seems to be the centre of the stranger's attention, his eyes focused intently on him with a growing anxiety.

Scott lifts his head from the paper he was intensely scrutinizing for errors before their next class; he's desperate to pull his grades back up for Senior Year, it's all he's talked about all summer. She's been doing her best to help out with weekend study sessions at their houses, but they usually turn into impromptu movie/cuddle nights, which is a little bit unhelpful, they've both realized.

To her surprise, Scott instantly disregards the paper, his full attention on the stranger. Or, not stranger, she guesses. Not according to the look on Scott's face as the two of them look at each other.

"Yeah," Scott breathes softly, like he can't believe this isn't something pulled from the depths of his deepest dreams. "Isaac. Remember, I told you about him? He's part of the pack."

"That's good to hear," Isaac says, finally reaching them. There's the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth, hands burrowing deeper into his pockets.

While clearly tall, the insecure hunch in his shoulders provides the image of a much smaller, perhaps lost child. Not quite the picture Kira built up of him in her mind from all of Scott's recounting. But little things jump out at her right away; the way his eyes reflect the rays of the sun with their golden flecks.

She had secretly felt envious when Scott said something along those lines, but she can't find it anywhere inside of her now, looking at him. Only understanding for why Scott's voice always held a sort of soft fondness to it whenever his name was mentioned in conversation.

Isaac shrugs, saying, "I had thought maybe moving halfway across the world sorta meant I wasn't part of it anymore."

Scott shakes his head. "It doesn't matter where you are, you will always be part of the pack. You should know that."

Then he's up off the bench and hugging him fiercely. Kira can't see Scott's face, pressed into Isaac's shoulder (nearly his chest), but she can imagine it's similar to the one of deep relief that is on Isaac's as he hugs him back.

While her stomach gives the tiniest of flip-flops at the sight of them embracing like long-ago parted lovers, she isn't jealous. More curious.

When Scott pulls back, he immediately turns to her and introduces them happily. "Isaac, this is Kira. My girlfriend."

She smiles up at him and sticks out her hand, then instantly regrets it, internally cringing at herself. To her further surprise, Isaac takes the offer and shakes her hand. His lips twitch up into a cute, lopsided little smile of amusement.

"Scott's told me so much about you!" Kira gushes. "I was hoping I would get to meet you at some point, but I'm not too keen on travelling -- I've done it a lot in my life already, and it would be nice to stay in one place for a few years, at least, so going to France was out of the question. And no one was really sure if you were actually still in France or not."

For a second, she worries she's scaring him off of her already, realizing they're still shaking hands. Well, they're not really shaking anymore, more just... holding hands. Which is worse.

Flushing furiously, she quickly retracts her own, glancing helplessly at Scott only to find him grinning down at her with that same soft fondness.

"Sit with us," Scott invites him, motioning across the table as he reclaims his spot on the bench beside Kira. "I'd love to catch up. Are you back for good?"

There's a hopefulness to the question and it doesn't seem to be lost on anyone. Isaac takes a deep breath, checks with Kira that she's okay with him joining them, to which she nods maybe a little too much, and slides onto the bench across from them.

"That's the plan," he confirms, fingers clasping on the table. He looks so poised, so put-together; Kira watches his eyes dart down to the table. "I can't believe I'm saying it, but I actually kind of want to graduate. I have a lot of catching up to do, obviously."

"We can help!" Kira jumps in, not even taking a single second to consult with even one of her better instincts. Impulse wins out every time.

Still, she may as well double down on it now. Looking to Scott, she says, "We're pretty much always studying these days anyways, right? We'd be more than happy to do it with you. Study. Study with you."

The heat of embarrassment under her skin is not getting better. It's a miracle that Scott and Isaac don't draw attention to it, not beyond another twitching smile from Isaac.

His eyes dart to Scott as he says, "That would be great. I would really appreciate that, if you really don't mind me, like, being a third wheel."

"I promise, you are not a third wheel," Scott says, then with a chuckle, adds, "You'll probably be helping us, to be honest."

"Yeah, you know what they say," Isaac says. "Three's better than one."

#teen wolf #scirisaac #scott x kira x isaac #scott mccall #isaac lahey #kira yukimura #rowing the rarepair rowboat #ask away earthlings! #rarepair rowboat #a-lil-bi-furious #three soft babies who deserve all of the love in the world? yes I am HERE for it #I love the idea of isaac coming back to beacon hills for senior year (maybe instead of theo...) and also kira having never actually left #ro ❤️

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gintoki and 28 for the f/o game please!

Meet Cutes: 28. mistaking the other for their friend and getting embarrassed when they turn around

You always dreaded going out grocery shopping. As much as you tried to be prepared and keep a list, you somehow always ended up forgetting something no matter how many times you went over the list. Despite not feeling very optimistic about yet another grocery trip, you still tried to encourage yourself to get it done. Maybe it would be much easier if you had invited a friend to join you, but you also wondered if that might be weird too. Edo was always a busy place, in that regard at least you knew with a crowdful of people you felt eyes wouldn’t solely be on you while you were doing your shopping. 

You nodded your head and bowed politely when the employee greeted you. You made sure to quickly grab a shopping basket and duck into one of the aisles hoping that no one asked if you needed help with anything. Having to converse with employees more than necessary could be painfully stressful at times. You turned your attention to one of the shelves to see what aisle you ended up starting in - AISLE 03 SPICES.

Your eyes scanned through your list now trying to find the section where the spices had been written. You were focused until you caught a glimpse of someone walking by which shifted your attention to the person who walked by you now. While you didn’t get a good look at their face, you just knew that had to be your friend. Normally you would’ve been against approaching with such confidence, but feeling overjoyed to see a familiar face made you decide to act impulsively.

“Hello!” you exclaimed (not very loudly). The person didn’t turn around, and you figured perhaps you aren't loud enough. You shuffle closer to them now tugging on their sleeve, “Excuse me… Hi! It’s nice to see you!” you exclaim with a bit more confidence this time, until the person in question turns around and all the confidence you mustered suddenly leaves your body.

“...Huh?” the man who turned around definitely wasn’t your friend. 

From behind his hair looked like it had been more orderly, but now seeing him facing you you saw just how disheveled his appearance had been. It didn’t help that the man had been sticking a finger in his nose and didn’t seem to try to hide this from you. You tried not to look so judgmental, but at the same time you were surprised he didn’t seem to rush to pull his finger out or anything.

“...I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.” You admitted sheepishly now looking away.

“Who’d you think I was? A celebrity maybe?” the stranger almost sounded a bit hopeful. Well, at least now his finger was out of his nose and found its way into his ear now. 

“No… Just someone I thought I knew. A friend… Well, more of an acquaintance.” you gave him a shy smile. Even if he seemed a bit odd he was kind of cute now that you got a better look at him. 

“Sorry to disappoint you.” he said with a shrug. 

“Oh no… If anything I’m sorry for making the mistake, really.” You waved your hands in front of you dismissively. 

“It’s not a big deal… I’ve had stranger things happen.” he said with a shrug. 

That was definitely an understatement.

“You seem like a guy that has a lot of stories to tell.” Your confidence returned to you. Normally you didn’t chat much with strangers, but something about him made you want to continue this conversation.

“You can tell?” He replied with a laugh. “Gintoki Sakata. I do odd jobs so if you need something done I got you. I guess this is kind of an odd job for me… I normally don’t go to the store. At all. But you see, we ran out of an important ingredient so I figured I might as well go… The people I live with, they aren’t that dependable. It’s hopeless.” 

You listened intently now wondering who these people were that Gintoki lived with… That was until you saw someone else approaching him. It was a younger looking man who had a cart full of groceries already seeming like he was ready to scold Gintoki for what he had in his basket - you didn’t notice but it seemed as though his basket had been filled with sweets. What an odd experience. 

While he was being dragged away he managed to give you a business card.

“Give me a call sometime!” Gintoki exclaimed before he was dragged away. 

What an interesting day….

#received transmission ✨ #f/o games ✨ #not jojo ✨ #peacesmith #queue ✨

[aroacemisha]

Annoying Assumptions

A Retired Leaders AU fic, taking place during the time period where the Hexside kids and Hunter were stuck in the Human Realm post-Day of Unity.

Hunter and Willow discuss their experiences, and come to the realization that they are quite alike.

Don’t tag as ship.

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The gaze of Hunter’s half-closed eyes was fixed upon the plastic coffee cup in his hand. Willow stood beside him with her arms crossed, staring down at the ground with a similarly pensive expression.

The two were out alone, and, after Hunter got his coffee, they decided to find a secluded spot, where they could talk in peace, without being looked at by humans.

“I don’t get it” - said Willow. - “Why do humans keep assuming we’re dating? It never happened in Demon Realm. I know Luz explained that a guy and a girl dating is seen as the default and the “correct” type of couple, but I still don’t get why they assume we’re dating, or why they don’t believe us when we say we aren’t”

“Me neither” - agreed Hunter. - “We haven’t done anything that could be construed as romantic. We’ve just been talking to each other or walking together. Besides, it would be weird if I did date you, given that I’m 17 and you’re only 14” - he glanced at her. - “I’m a bit too old for you”

“They probably think we’re closer in age” - Willow shrugged. - “It’s still weird though”

“Well” - sighed Hunter, - “at least Mrs. Noceda isn’t assuming anything”

“Yeah..” - Willow trailed off.

A quiet pause followed.

Hunter sipped his coffee, while Willow stared down at the ground with her brows drawn together, musing about something. After about a minute, she glanced at her blonde companion. Her gaze lingered for a moment, before returning to its previous focus.

“You know” - she began, - “with dating being brought up so much recently, and especially the idea of me dating someone, I’m starting to realize.. I don’t think I’m interested in that kind of thing. I like having close friends, but dating doesn’t seem like something I’d enjoy. Seeing other people go on dates and kiss is cute, but imagining myself kiss is.. actually kinda uncomfortable”

Hunter’s expression softened as she spoke, and he briefly glanced at her with a curious look in his eyes.

“I.. actually haven’t been interested in dating either, at least not yet” - he said. - “I haven’t been close with people my age until very recently, so there is a possibility of me developing an interest in the future. But you’ve always had friends around your age, right?”

“Yeah” - Willow nodded. - “I’ve always had at least one friend, and I have a bunch of friends now. They’re all pretty, but I can’t imagine dating any of them”

“Heh” - Hunter smiled. - “You and I can’t even imagine dating people we know, and yet apparently a lot of people can see a complete stranger and feel attracted to them”

“Really?” - Willow raised her brows.

“Yeah. Can you believe it? I thought it was just a weird trope in fiction” - Hunter took another sip of coffee.

“I did too..” - mumbled Willow.

“I only found out it’s real when Steven explained to me that the fans who said they have a crush on me were actually attracted to me and not exaggerating” - the prince told her.

Willow chuckled.

“Oh, please. Now you’re just bragging” - she nudged him with her elbow.

“I’m not!” - he laughed. - “It’s not even a good thing - the fans freak me out in person!”

“Well, uh- I.. hope they’re not making you too uncomfortable” - Willow’s smile vanished, replaced by a mildly concerned expression.

“It’s alright” - Hunter shrugged. - “Don’t worry, not much happened with them. They were just a little too loud a couple times. Plus, again, I don’t really get how people can be attracted to or want to date someone they don’t know. They’ve never even seen my face”

The two fell silent for a few moments.

“..You know, all the assumptions from humans are annoying, but.. I’m glad we got to talk about it” - Willow’s eyes shimmered, and the corners of her lips perked up. - “I think I understand myself a bit better now”

“I think I understand myself better too” - Hunter smiled.

The two playfully nudged each other’s elbows.

They figured they’ve been out long enough, so they headed back to the Noceda house, while continuing to talk on their way.

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[dumbfuck-mojave]

Mississippi Kings

Franchise: Stranger Things

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington (Steddie) 

Also Featured: Just the two of them :^). Mentions Wayne for like one sentence.

Warnings: There’s mentions of eating, beer and drugs, but it’s mainly just cute fluff stuff. Also swearing but who cares.

A/N: I LOVE THIS GIF SO MUCH EDDIE IS SO CUTE. Anyways, this fic was a BITCH to write let me tell you. I don’t know why I struggled so much, but at least I managed it. Tense? I don’t know her I roll with my own style here. I don’t even really ship Steddie, but I absolutely love both their characters and had a thought pop into my mind one night that this would be “their song”. If you haven’t listened to Mississippi Queen I really suggest it, it’s one of the best song I’ve ever heard and really brings the vibes. 

Word Count: 1,543

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“I, uh, I had a really great time tonight.”

 Eddie’s rings thumped against the steering wheel as he fussed with his hands. Metallic and gleaming in contrast to his rough fingers, Steve pulled his eyes away from them as Eddie spoke, looking at Steve out of the corner of his eye nervously. He flits them away when Steve looks at him. 

“Yeah, me too. Me too, man.” Steve smiles and Eddie ducks his head down, brown curls forming a curtain to block his face as Steve curses internally.

“Man? Really? WHO CALLS THEIR BOYFRIEND ‘MAN’??”

Well, Eddie technically wasn’t his boyfriend. Steve would like him to be, sure, but before tonight they hadn’t even gone on a proper date. It was always a casual thing; hanging out for a few hours, alone, watching whatever movie someone had suggested or wandering around their little town, trying to find something interesting to do now that the mall had burned down. Steve didn’t quite mind that, knowing the truth about what happened last summer had turned him off from malls in general, and he enjoyed the peacefulness of just walking, listening to the birds and feeling the breeze. 

A surprising thing was all of these “hangouts” had been sober. Steve knew Eddie’s reputation, had indulged in those things before himself, but Eddie had never once brought up getting stoned or wasted. In fact, Steve noticed he seemed to be making an actual effort to clean up whenever he came around, beer bottles being swept into a garbage bag and pouches taking their proper place in the dented lunch-box instead of being thrown about around the trailer. 

More surprising than that, though, was Eddie directly asking Steve out. He had stuttered and mumbled his way through it, bouncing on his heels, and Steve had to hold back an agreement that would have been much too loud until Eddie had finished speaking. 

He had thought tonight was going well. Eddie had taken him to a small pub he had never been to before, apparently where he and his band played on weeknights. They had ate and talked, the dim lighting adding to the feel of intimacy despite people surrounding them, and Steve had finally witnessed Eddie truly loosening up, laughing a little louder and accepting the beers the manager had slipped them under the table. It was nice, it made him feel nice, and he had hope for the start of something different. 

But now Steve feels as if they’re back to square one. 

The conversation was still strong as they romped their way out of the pub, but it had slowly died down as they had made the trip to Lover’s Lake. Steve hadn’t noticed where they were headed at first, too preoccupied by finishing up what might have been the best fries he had ever tasted to notice, but as the trees grew thicker and the roads turned from pavement to silt, he realized and his cheeks had grown hot. 

Now they sat, parked right where a cluster of trees fanned out to reveal the shining lake, spotted with the reflection of the stars above. 

A familiar beat of cowbell snapped Steve’s attention back to reality, where Eddie’s head still hung low. How long had he been out for?

“Hey, I love this song.” Steve piped up, and Eddie looked at him with a confused expression, “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…the song was playing the whole way up here, and you just now noticed?” Eddie replied, laughing slightly, “Although, you seemed pretty into your fries, so I guess I can’t blame you.”

“How’s it been playing this whole time?” Steve asked, his brows furrowing together to form a crease that Eddie wished he had the confidence to soothe out. 

“The tape is a loop of the song. When I was little, I couldn’t get enough of it, and my uncle Wayne had to make this for me just to keep me sated whenever we went on a drive. I’m surprised it still works honestly, Lord knows how many times it has been played at this point. I was actually going to change it out before I picked you up, but I guess I forgot.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, I like the song.” Steve shrugged. 

“~Where lived the Cajun Lady

Aboard the Mississippi Queen~”

“You know, I can see it.” Steve said, tilting his head to the side slightly, “Little Eddie Munson’s first headbang.” 

“Ooooooh yeah.” Eddie sighed, leaning back into his seat, “Imagine a scrawny little shit, flailing violently with this turned up full volume. Wasn’t even to the rhythm or anything. Just having the time of my life.” 

Both Steve and Eddie laughed then, chuckles rising to mix with the ever present guitar in the song. Steve can imagine it, quite clearly in fact. It’s akin to how Eddie acts with some music now. 

It’s one of the things Steve loves about him. 

“Tell him. You have to tell him.”

“Too bad I didn’t have this head of hair though, it would’ve looked flawless whipping around like that.” Eddie fluffed his hair dramatically, and Steve laughed once more.

“I’m sure you could do it now.” Steve suggested, half-hoping Eddie actually would. 

“Sureeee. I’m such a lady killer as is, I’m sure if they saw that they would run for the hills even faster than usual.”

“Who said it had to be for the ladies?”

Eddie’s head snapped towards him and Steve’s eyes went wide at what he had just said. It’s not like it was some secret, both he and Eddie knew what the other liked, but sometimes he really cursed his big mouth.

“C-Come again?” Eddie struggled out, and Steve was sure his face was as red as Eddie’s own right now.

“I just. Jesus, Eds.” Steve sighed out, running a hand through his hair, a movement which Eddie watched intently, “I love you so damn much. And I don’t know where this sudden confidence is coming from and maybe I’ll regret it right after I finish talking, but I have to say it. I love you, I really do. I love hearing your voice, I love listening to you talk about nerdy shit I don’t know anything about, but it doesn’t matter because it’s you. I love your hair, your eyes, your skin. Everything about you is perfect and I’m so fucking terrified of saying anything because I’m not the guy I used to be, which I mean I guess is a good thing because that me was a massive prick but what I mean is I’m not confident like that anymore and-.”

His rambling was cut off by Eddie surging forward and capturing Steve’s lips with his own. 

It was a bit of a process; Steve hissing out in pain when their teeth and noses smashed together, which had Eddie pulling back with a fearful look in his eyes before Steve took his face in his hands and fit them both together in a much more comfortable position. But after that, it was gorgeous. Everything felt perfect, from the feeling of his lips on Eddie’s to the grip he had on Eddie’s undershirt, warm beneath his leather jacket. 

Steve didn’t even know what point of the song they were at or how many times it had looped over at this point, but he wondered if Eddie knew how to play it on his guitar. When he was first told that Eddie performed for an audience, he had wondered what it would be like to see him play. He still wondered that now, but it was more fleshed out; Eddie, thriving off the energy of the night, dedicating a song or two to him. This song, maybe. A cheer, a bow, a kiss. A perfect kiss, just like now.

Eddie broke away first, panting as he lowered his head onto Steve’s shoulder, nuzzling and kissing the exposed skin right above his sweater collar. Steve struggled to catch his breath as well, his head falling against Eddie’s as he wrapped his arms around him, pushing a kiss into the side of his head. Eddie mumbled something and Steve hums in question. 

“I said,” Eddie repeated, lifting his head up from Steve’s shoulder, “You need to stop rambling so much. I love you the way you are, Harrington. No need to worry when you’re with a loser like me.”

Steve frowned, “You’re not a loser.”

“I am. That was my first kiss, I’m like the biggest loser out there. But so are you, so we can be losers together.” Eddie smiled sweetly at Steve, eyes wrinkling at the corners as the scrunched shut. 

“Maybe,” Steve responded, hints of laughter in his voice, “By the way, I could definitely tell that was your first kiss.”

Eddie gasped, clutching his chest and falling back. 

“How could you do this to me?” 

“It’s just the facts.” Steve responds, crawling over so he’s halfway on top of Eddie.

“You know,” Eddie says through lidded eyes, “I have a way you could make it up to me.”

Steve leaned in closer, feeling Eddie’s breath ghost across his lips, “Oh? I wonder what that could be.”

Eddie leaned up, his lips ghosting Steve’s as he spoke.

“Help me practice?”

“With pleasure.” 

#My writing #original writing #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #character x character #mlm #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie imagine #song fic #kind of #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season 4 fic #stranger things fluff #fluff

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#is it so bad to wish for something so cliche #relationships dont define worth no matter how much my brain tells me #maybe i just want to fall in love #i miss the feeling of having a crush on someone #the guy i used to have a crush on moved so O(-< #getting butterflies #relentless daydreaming #i wish i was conventionally attractive #maybe then everything wouldnt have to feel so far away #the concept of a stranger seeing me and wanting to approach me is inconceivable #i so desperately want one of those coffee shop au love stories or anything where i stand out from everyone #i always walk into places hoping at least one stranger finds me cute #its so unhealthy at this point #whatever i need sleep #finn fumbles//

[leejungchans]

trial and error : k.mg

word count | 2.9k

pairing | kim mingyu (svt) x female reader

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), barista au

summary: three times mingyu tries to ask you out and fails and the one time he actually succeeds… though not without some help.

a/n: can’t have a valentine’s day/season without a present to my very seggsy wifey @seungcy 💗 heyyy babe happy very belated valentine’s day 😻 i hope you like this very little something i wrote about the man you always cheat on me with /j luv u hottie muah muah :hehecat:

PHASE 0

Mingyu thinks you might just be the cutest person he’s ever seen when you walk in. It’s like a scene pulled straight from a K-drama: dreamy music playing in his head as the bell chimes above your head with your arrival, your eyes twinkling with anticipation while you look around the café before flashing a smile at him and—

Okay, so maybe that wasn’t exactly how it played out. He caught a glimpse of you before you promptly disappeared behind the growing queue of customers waiting to have their order taken. He’s instantly reminded of all the times Wonwoo teased him about his tendency to fall in love with strangers easily, but that’s not going to stop him from developing a crush on you. Maybe you really will be the one this time! Who knows?

So when you walk up to the counter, his palms are already starting to get sweaty. God, you look so cute with your pink beret.

“Good morning!” you greet cheerfully, “can I get an iced latte to go, please?”

“Sure,” Mingyu says plainly because he doesn’t trust himself not to blurt out something painfully uncool to you, “cash or card?”

You’re either unfazed or unaware of his monotonous attitude, still smiling brightly at him as you answer the latter and hold your card to the reader. You move over to the waiting zone with your receipt, oblivious to the distress you’ve caused Mingyu from your fingers touching when he handed you the slip of paper. His heart hammers as he watches your back profile, eyes lingering on the cute pins on your backpack—how much more endearing can you get? he wonders to himself, a smile tugging at his lips as the Pikachu hanging from your bag bounces with every step.

The customer after you clears their throat, and with a fiery hue spread across his cheeks, Mingyu tears his attention away from you with a sheepish grin. That usually does the job; even the most peevish patrons find it hard to stay annoyed with him even when he's looking at them like that.

“Sorry about that, what would you like to order?”

PHASE 1

“You sure this isn’t just another one of your three-day crushes?”

“Yes!” Mingyu whines, looking up from the table he’s been wiping down with a damp rag. “It’s been more than a week and the last time she came in we actually had a conversation! And at least this time I know her name!”

“That’s a start,” Wonwoo agrees, “what did you guys talk about?”

Mingyu’s eyes practically shine when he whirls around to face his best friend. “She told me she moved out of her university dorms to live with a roommate, and that she started coming here because it’s on the way to the bus stop.”

“The one a few blocks down?”

“I think so?” Mingyu hums as he secures his apron around his waist, ready to start another busy shift. Despite the early hour, on a Monday no less, he finds himself looking forward to the morning rush, because even seeing you for just a few minutes brings the brightest of smiles to his face.

Wonwoo observes quietly as his friend giddily takes his place behind the counter. Sure, Mingyu’s had countless crushes on customers in the past, but he’s never seen him as smitten for one as you. He’s refilling the straw holder when Mingyu speaks again.

“I’m gonna do it.”

Wonwoo pushes his glasses further up his nose bridge. “Do what?”

“Ask Y/N out,” Mingyu says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “For coffee or something, so we can get to know each other.”

“You’re gonna ask her out for coffee… when you’re already working at the café she goes to?”

Huh, he has a point. “Then… I’ll let her pick! Yeah, that’s it!” He then falls silent for several beats before his voice comes out slightly shaky. “You don’t think someone would suggest rock-climbing or bungee-jumping for the first date… right?”

Wonwoo snorts. “Probably not. But I’d focus on asking her out for now if I were you.”

“Pft, it’ll be easy.”

Spoiler alert—it’s not. Because the moment you walk up to the counter with your usual cheery smile, the short spiel Mingyu had come up with all but disappeared from his mind, and he’s once again reduced to a tongue-tied mess before you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, peering at him curiously after noticing his shifting, nervous gaze as he punches in your order.

“Y-Yeah! Everything’s fine!” Mingyu squeaks, gesturing for you to tap your card. “Don’t worry about me! Everything’s just fine!”

From the corner of his eye, he sees Wonwoo glance over at him, his expression wholly unimpressed as though to say “as if anyone’s gonna be convinced”.

“O…kay, well… thanks, Mingyu!” You don’t seem to be offended, perhaps just a little confused, by his odd behaviour as you take your receipt and begin moving aside for the next person in line, but it still has guilt and panic sinking deep into his gut like a ton of bricks.

“W-Wait!”

Your widened eyes blink owlishly at his sudden outburst. “Hm?”

Mingyu blushes, the rosy pink tint on his cheeks now rapidly spreading to his ears. “I—I was j-just wondering if… uh…if…”

“If…?”

“If you also wanted a blueberry muffin, they’re fresh out of the oven,” Mingyu finishes lacklusterly, already mentally slapping himself.

“Oh! Sure!”

And as he watches you tap your card against the reader once again for your added purchase, the disappointed sagging of his shoulders having gone unnoticed, he wonders what had deluded him into thinking this would be anything near easy.

PHASE 2

“You’re going to what?”

Pointedly ignoring the disbelieving look Wonwoo sends him, Mingyu ushers him aside as he takes your cup and the milk frothing pitcher from him.

“I’m doing the latte art,” he finally responds before adding as an afterthought, “only for Y/N’s though, I don’t think I’m capable of doing more.”

“Yeah, because there’s a reason why Seungcheol put me in charge of the hot lattes for our shifts.”

He’d really rather not be reminded of the questionable foam design he made that led to such a decision from their supervisor. “No, it’s because I want to channel all my energy into just her cup.”

“Right…” Wonwoo says skeptically, but relents and steps aside anyway because he’s a good friend and he genuinely wants to see Mingyu’s love life thrive. But he also doesn’t want to witness the absolute fiasco that may very well likely result from Mingyu being let anywhere near the milk frother. Having hot milk dripping from every surface of their workspace isn’t the most ideal reoccurrence, and this time Wonwoo would like to be as far away from the splash zone as possible.

Mingyu’s tongue pokes out from between his lips, deep in concentration as he begins pouring the milk into your cup. So far so good, he mentally pats himself on the back. Maybe this will prove to Seungcheol that he deserves a second chance with the latte art.

A loud clatter resounds through the café, startling him. His hand jolts, hot milk missing the rim of the cup and splattering inches away from his feet. Mingyu cranes his neck in the direction of the sound just in time to see a customer nearby picking up their fork from the ground with a sheepish smile, cheeks tinged red as their friend muffles their giggles behind a gloved hand.

Huffing, Mingyu turns back to your latte to find the design ruined, what used to be a heart now split down the middle. Definitely not a very nice omen to give someone just a week before Valentine’s Day. What if you thought he was trying to curse you?

“You want me to do it for you?” Wonwoo asks sympathetically, gesturing for them to swap duties. With a heavy sigh, Mingyu agrees, taking his initial place back behind the cash register and plastering a smile on his face as the same customer comes up asking for another fork.

A pout subconsciously makes its way onto his face at the sight of your smile when Wonwoo brings you your latte. He can’t hear what you’re saying, but he’s guessing you’re marvelling over the leaf design his friend created.

Maybe next time.

PHASE 3

“Ta-da! It’s a coffee stencil!”

“Yes…” Wonwoo enunciates slowly, not knowing where this is going, “we have those in the back for special events—speaking of which, we need to grab the heart ones for the Valentine’s Day event starting tomorrow. Did you specifically buy that for this?”

“No!” Mingyu says, bringing the stencil closer to Wonwoo’s face, practically shoving it in the space between his eyes. “See? It says “YOU’RE CUTE”, I’m gonna use it when Y/N orders her latte and this time I’m bringing it over to her table and ask if she wants to hang out!”

His words are almost slurred from how excited he is, almost vibrating with excitement because his plan is so fool-proof; he knows he won’t mess up with the stencil and he knows you come in every other day to enjoy a piping hot cup of latte and a toasted croissant before heading to your late-morning lectures. There’s no way anyone could ruin it for him this time.

He can’t help himself from staring at the door awaiting your arrival during whatever short break he gets from taking orders and heating up baked goods, oblivious to the way Wonwoo occasionally sneaks glances at him with an amused smirk tugging at his lips. If the phrase ‘lovesick puppy’ were a person, it’d undoubtedly be Kim Mingyu.

Soon enough, your figure appears behind the frosted glass windows of the café, and while your entrance brings in a gust of frosty wind from the streets outside, he feels nothing but warmth in his chest as you walk up to the counter with a smile he’s come to associate with the summer sun. Sweet and dazzling.

“Hi, Y/N!” he says, a soft pink blush blooming across his cheeks, his fingers already hovering over your usual order on his screen, “hot vanilla latte with a toasted croissant?” His stencil—the one he bought just for you—sits on the counter right behind him, patiently waiting to be dusted in a layer of cocoa powder to create his little message.

You smile apologetically as you adjust the beanie on your head. It’s so you, he thinks, in a dreamy peach shade and topped with a fluffy white pom-pom.

“I’ll have to get both to-go today, I have to meet up with some groupmates for a project,” you explain, and Mingyu feels the blood drain from his face at your words. He can almost hear the shattering glass sound effect if this were a rom-com; the universe must be playing a prank on him.

It’s not even April Fool’s.

“O-Okay,” he falters, his arm suddenly weighing heavy as he inputs your order into the machine, “y-yeah, I can definitely do that.”

You smile gratefully. “You’re the best, Mingyu.”

He definitely doesn’t feel the best as he watches you leave with your breakfast, not even the encouraging pat on the shoulder from Wonwoo is helping much.

“Always next time, right?” his friend consoles.

He wonders how many more next times it will take.

PHASE 4

“I’m giving up,” Mingyu bemoans, slumping over the counter fifteen minutes to opening, “I’ll just accept that the universe doesn’t want me to find love.”

Wonwoo is hardly fazed by the sight of the giant man draped over the granite as he touches up the drawing of the limited edition drink—the red velvet latte—on a small chalkboard to put near the cash register.

“You’re being dramatic, Gyu,” he reasons, voice soft over the scribbling of chalk, “just try again today.”

“But it’s Valentine’s Day! Do you know how many happy couples I walked past on my way here? Plus, maybe she already has plans and isn’t coming in. I’ll never believe in love again.”

“Let’s just see how it goes, hm? Don’t give up hope just yet.”

By some miracle, Wonwoo’s right. You show up precisely thirty-seven minutes before their shift ends—yes, Mingyu counted.

“Any plans today?” he probes lightly, trying to sound casual when you order the red velvet latte and a scone.

“Nah, no boyfriend sadly,” you reveal with a quiet chuckle, “but it’s okay. It’s just any other day, right?”

Mingyu nods. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Wonwoo shoot him a knowing look. “Yeah, I guess... But if it makes you feel less alone, I don’t really have plans either,” he blurts.

“You? Really?” You look skeptical, lips curled disbelievingly.

He places a hand over his heart in mock hurt, thankful business is slow today so he has more time to talk to you without worrying about holding up the line. “What? You don’t trust me?”

“Well… I just didn’t expect someone like you to not have plans on Valentine’s Day.”

“And what kind of person am I?” He delights in how the question seems to fluster you, internally cooing at how adorable you are as you fumble over your words and take your receipt before claiming a table near the pick-up counter. Your reaction gives him a little hope that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way as he does.

His confidence all but dissipates into thin air the second he finishes your latte. He used the same ‘YOU’RE CUTE’ stencil for the cocoa powder on top, and thankfully it turned out great if the appreciative whistle Wonwoo let out when he saw it was anything to go by. But the thought of bringing it over to you was daunting. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if you don’t realise he used a different stencil specifically for you?

“What if I trip and accidentally spill it all over her?”

“You won’t,” Wonwoo groans, exasperated by his friend’s ridiculousness, “now hurry up and get this to her before she starts wondering why it’s taking so long.”

Mingyu’s eyes are pleading as he asks, “Can you do it for me?”

“What? The whole week you’ve been sulking because you couldn’t ask her out and now you want… me to do it for you?”

“I wasn’t sulking,” he mumbles, looking over his shoulder to find you happily sketching something on your iPad. “And well, now I’m chickening out. Maybe I’ll do it when she’s about to leave, it feels less awkward that way. Please?”

Wonwoo’s sharp eyes narrow behind his glasses, the gears turning in his head before sighing. “Fine.”

A new customer walks up to the cash register, tearing Mingyu’s attention away from your cup as he rushes to take their order. Wonwoo watches carefully from the corner of his eye, ensuring Mingyu isn’t looking his way as he nabs a napkin and a pen from his pocket, having decided that his friend needs a little nudge in the right direction.

You look up from your screen with a smile when the other barista gingerly carries the steaming beverage and the pastry over to your table. He’s cute, but he’s not Mingyu. Grinning down at the rather fitting design on your latte, you lift the cup to take a sip only for your eyes to be immediately drawn to the napkin that sits on the saucer. You scan the message scrawled on it, hiding your smile behind the rim of your cup as you feign nonchalance, though pinpricks of heat are already beginning to form on your cheeks.

Still, you wait after you’ve finished your late breakfast until you spy Mingyu mopping up the floor behind the pick-up counter. He peers up through his eyelashes when you place your empty cup and plate in front of him.

“Thanks,” he says with a smile, “just leave it there, I’ll get it after I finish.”

Much to his confusion, you don’t walk away. Instead, you continue standing at the opposite side of the counter with an expectant glint in your eyes. Bewildered, he looks down at your empty cup, brows furrowing when he spots what appears to be writing on the napkin underneath it. Hesitantly, he picks it up.

Oh, he’s so going to kill Wonwoo.

my friend thinks ur rlly cute and wants to ask u out and it’s painful watching him struggle, pls put him (& me) out of his (our) misery if u like him 2, no pressure though

“I—I can explain,” Mingyu stammers, mouth opening and closing like a fish but words simply refuse to leave him. It’s cute, it reminds you of the goldfish you had as a kid, Turtle. You loved that funky orange dude.

And perhaps love truly is in the air, because you think you really like the barista standing before you too.

“Well, I did say I don’t have any plans today,” you muse, beaming at him, “and if my memory serves me right, so did you.”

“M-Me?” he echoes, jabbing a finger at his chest, “you wanna hang out… wi-with me?”

A beautiful chime travels to his ears as you giggle. “Yes, Mingyu, I’d love to hang out with you.”

“My shift ends in ten! W-We could go somewhere after that, if you want!”

You grin, cheeks round from smiling so widely as you toy with the lace hem of your sleeve. “Sounds like a date.”

a/n: is this word vomit? atp idk anymore 😞 but thank you sm for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated hehe ily besties 💗💗

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[plussizeficchick]

Hey bestie 💕 How r u ? I hope things are well 🥰

So , babe … I’m feeling ✨spicy✨ ; may I have a little jealous ProHero! Deku ? Maybe a dash of degrading and a sprinkle of manhandling 🥴

Let’s just say his pretty little bimbo was a little too friendly at the Christmas party , did Kacchan give her that much eggnog on purpose ? 🧐

I’d love to see it whenever you get a chance , babe.

Hey my love💕I'm great now that you dropped this little gem in my box🥴 I hope you're doing well and you like it❤️

warnings: smut (oral), not proofread

Jealous│Izuku x Chubby Reader

He hardly gets jealous.

Sure, there were times when he saw strangers stop and stare at you. Men, women and the like. You were a rarity in Japan, your soft,thick, chubby thighs. Your cute round stomach. And it didn’t help that you were a bit more suggestive in your wardrobe. Pants were scarce, you much rather wearing flowy dresses, mini skirts and crop tops. He loved how confident you were in your own skin, as you should be, but he just wishes you realized how much attention you draw.

Like now, Class 1-A had gathered at his agency for a little Christmas get-together. He was excited to take time off and relax, catch up with his old classmates, and flaunt you around. He always made sure to stake his claim over you in any setting, often having an arm around your waist, just as he is now as you walk into the venue. He surveys the area, deciding who to strike up a conversation with first when he hears a booming voice, “Oi, nerd. Long time no see, huh?” He turns around to come face to face with Bakugo. You turn around as well, eager to meet some of Izuku’s classmates. Bakugo falters a bit, but quickly regains his composure. To the untrained eye, you could have missed it, but for someone as observant as Izuku, it was alarming to say the least. He notices Bakugo’s eyes trailing your figure, committing it to memory almost, and he recognizes the look in his eyes. Oh. Oh no.

Izuku catches himself, realizing he has yet to introduce you, so he does. “Hey, Kacchan. Yeah, it has been a long time. I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, (Y/N).” He gestures to you. You hold out your hand, soft smile gracing your chubby face. “Hi! So nice to meet you, Izu has told me alot about you.” You say, voice sweet like honey. Bakugo grabs your hand (softer than Izuku had expected), and introduces himself, “So, what’s a sweet thing like you doing with Deku?” Bakugo asks. You chuckles politely at the joke, but change the subject. “The real question is what are we doing here, when there’s eggnog over there?” You say, pointing to the drinks table. You grab their arms and pull them with you to get a drink. You’d need a few.

You see, Izuku is not the only one that’s observant.

You’ve always been fairly aware of your sex appeal. You know how to work what you’ve got, and if your calculations are correct, Bakugo definitely finds you attractive. So why not have a little fun with Izuku?

He’d told you about their “friendly rivalry” and while you knew not to overstep any boundaries, you decided to see just how far you could push him. Throughout the whole night, you somehow managed to be near Bakugo every time Izuku turned around. He had introduced you to everyone, some people you had already met previously, so now you were just mingling on your own. You were a fairly social person, so he wasn’t too worried about you being uncomfortable. Plus, he had made it known that you were together, in a committed relationship. He figured that would be enough to ward people off.

So why was Bakugo huddled so close to you, practically whispering in your ear? Why were you letting him?

Izuku was about to stand and walk over to you when he caught your gaze. And the slight tilt in your lips. The mischievous glint in your eye. Oh. He sees.

You were doing this on purpose.

Why? He doesn’t know, and he honestly doesn’t care to find out, because now he’s got to remind you of your place.

A cocksleeve. A dirty little cumdump.

He’ll remind you.

Mini Time Skip

The ride home is silent, not even a tune from the radio. Izuku opens your door for you, as he usually does, but both hands remain on the steering wheels, knuckles whitening from the firm grip.

When you enter your home, you turn to ask him if anything’s wrong, but your words get caught in your throat once you catch his gaze.

“I want you naked and on the bedroom floor in five minutes. If I come up there and you’re not ready, you can forget about cumming tonight.” He says, voice cold. It sends a chill down your spine, but you move to do as he says, rushing to get undressed.

Exactly five minutes later, Izuku enters your bedroom, belt in hand. He chuckles at your state, naked and so willing to please him, such a shame you had to piss him off. “Do you know why you’re in trouble, love?” He asks, almost uninterested. “Because I was flirting with someone.” You say, looking up at him. He had removed his dress shirt and had unbuttoned his pants, giving you a clear view of his glorious figure. He leans in close to your face, grabbing it roughly in one hand, squeezing your cheeks together. “Not just someone. My high school rival. What, you so cock hungry you can’t be satisfied with just me? Why don’t I just let all my friends have a go? I’m sure Todoroki wouldn’t mind.” You whine and shake your head, “No, jus’ want you, ‘Zuku.” He shakes his head, “Nah, what you need is a lesson. Up.” You move to stand, following as Izuku gestures to the bed. “Over my knee.” He instructs. You settle over his knee, finding a comfortable position. “Now, I want you to count. If you mess up, we’re starting over, understand?” You nod your head, bracing yourself for the impact. You’d thought he’d start off soft, but after you feel the intensity of the first spank, you realize you were wrong. “I said, “understand?”” Understanding your mistake, you correct yourself. “Yes! I understand.” You whine, squirming in his lap. “Then, count.”

He spanks you for the better part of an hour and by the time you’re done, your ass is red and sore. Izuku runs his hands over it, helping to soothe the pain. Leaning close to your ear, Izuku whispers, “Get on the bed. I want you on your knees.” From the tone of his voice, you know he’s still upset, so you rush to get in position. Standing in front of you, Izuku chuckles. “So eager. You that hungry for dick? You’d do whatever someone says as long as you get your cunt stuffed, huh? No problem, I’ll give you all the dick a cockslut like you could need.” Removing his remaining clothes, Izuku runs a hand over his length. The tip is an angry shade of red, the veins of his cock protruding and pre is dripping from the tip. “Now, you’re going to work to cum. Open your mouth.” Looking up at him with doe eyes, you open your mouth, tongue sliding out. Izuku purses his lips and before you can protest, he spits directly into your mouth. He grabs your hair and shoves his cock in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. “That’s it, slut. Take it, take this fucking dick.” He sets a harsh pace, spit coating his cock as you try to match his thrusts. Your eyes water at the brutal pace, but you give a hum, swallow, and then bury your nose in his trimmed pubes. The sudden stimulation catches him off guard, but he chases the feeling, thrusting harder in your mouth. “Oh shit, yes. Taking my cock so well. But what else can I expect from my little cumdump.” Your pussy throbs at his words, turned on from the degradation. You whine at the feeling of your juices dripping, cunt clenching around nothing. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Let me fuck your tits.” Sitting up, you position his cock between your breasts, lubed from the spit of you sucking his dick. You move your mouth over the tip of his cock, and he’s setting his pace again, fucking your tits with a new vigor. You suck the tip of his cock, squeezing your boobs around his length as he thrusts. “Shit, I’m cumming. You better swallow every drop.” You nod as best you can, ready to taste his cum.

He pulls away slightly, jerking his length over your tongue. He cums with a deep, guttural groan, seed painting your tongue in thick, white rivulets. You give him a show of your tongue covered in his seed before retracting and swallowing, the slightly salty taste lingering on your tongue. Looking down at you, Izuku notices something, a cheshire grin creeping on his face.

“You missed a drop.”

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[seijorhi]

Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you. 

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere iwaizumi #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #tw: dubcon #tw: stalking #i've said it like 48 times today #but ily fairy #you deserve the world #if you haven't gone to wish her a happy bday #GO NOW

[kazuchii]

Hihi, can I request hcs for Xingqiu, Venti, Albedo, and Diluc with a gn s/o that seems aloof but they're such an idiot? Like for the first time s/o's bf see's how soft s/o really is and s/o is kinda being a tsundere about how soft they really are. I hope that made sense ashbesjks

Aloof GN!Reader w/ Genshin Boys

A/N: Hellooo! Thank you for requesting! You’ll be my first request so I’ll do my best to fulfill everything! I hope everything seems in character, I really need to get used to writing different personality types.

Synopsis: The Genshin boys discover that their s/o is actually softer than they originally thought.

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Venti, Xingqiu

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

Albedo definitely didn’t mind you being distant towards him. I mean, he struggles with interactions in general so he just assumed,

“Oh, they must struggle as well.”

He never saw it as an issue between you since he knew deep down that you deeply cared for him.

He knew you’d always come back to him at the end of the day, he fully trusted that fact about you.

Strangely enough, he found you an intriguing person due to this.

Although the citizens in Mondstadt appear to see him in a positive light, there still are many who fear him deep down. After all, he keeps his secrets zipped up inside him. They know absolutely nothing about him or anything he’s capable of.

But you…you didn’t seem to care about that. And he was thankful for that.

And that brings you to today; a bright sunny day with the rays from the sun gleaming down.

The two of you, along with Klee, were outside the walls of Mondstadt, nearby the lake surrounding the city of freedom.

Today, Klee decided to have a little play date with the two of you. While Albedo was painting away, you and Klee were supposed to play around together.

If he’s being honest, Albedo was a little nervous.

You and Klee had never played together before and due to the distant and cold personality he was used to when it came to you, he wasn’t sure how you’d react with being around a bouncy and hyper child such as Klee.

So when Albedo spotted you playing with Klee, a soft smile on your face, he had a mini heart attack.

Not because he was panicking or anything, but more because he wasn’t used to seeing you smile like this. It made his chest feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Later that day, Albedo made sure to comment on the event.

“Well, it appears you two were getting along fondly.”

“You were watching?!”

“Of course I was watching. How could I look away from that fond smile you had on your face?”

“Shut up!”

“It was very cute.”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

Diluc and you first met months earlier. You were just another customer at first to him while he was simply a bartender.

Immediately though, he found you interesting.

While his other customers were loud and obnoxious, you would just sit at a table in the corner of Angels Share, minding your own business.

You would only ever speak to ask for another drink, which he would always provide.

“Another glass of apple cider, please.”

He doesn’t know what came over him when he decided he mentally decided to court you. He probably will never know the exact answer either.

It wasn’t the easiest either. Courting you was one of the most difficult things this man has ever done, and somehow he accomplished it in the end.

You were challenging with your distant personality, to say the least. It seemed to him that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, that you didn’t see him in the way he saw you.

So when you finally accepted him after weeks, the relief this man felt wash over him in an instant is indescribable.

Now present day, Diluc finds himself heading back to Angels Share in the middle of the night. The moon was directly above him as he silently walked through the city, the only other light source being lanturns.

Due to the drowsiness that he was currently feeling, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he spotted you.

“What in the world are they doing out in the middle of the night?”

But what startled him more than the time on the clock was your facial expression. For the first time, Diluc saw you smile.

Diluc just stood frozen in time as you sat there, rubbing the belly of a stray dog, an empty bowl beside you. He could only assume you’ve been taking care of a stray.

“Who’s a good boy? It’s you, isn’t it!”

“(Y/N)?”

You instantly froze in place, your head creaking towards Diluc’s direction.

“D-Diluc.”

“What in the world are you doing up at this hour?”

“I-I could say the same for you! What are you doing up this late, huh?!”

You shot up from the ground, face beet red.

“I asked you first, love.”

“NOTHING. I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING!”

“That dog below you giving you puppy dog eyes says otherwise-“

“WHATS A DOG??”

Venti was simply just strumming away at his lyre, the sound alluring the Mondstadt citizens around him as he stood at the foot of the Barbatos statue in the plaza.

His eyes were shut as he too, was preoccupied with listening to the soothing sounds.

When his fingers came slowly to a halt, his aqua green eyes peeked open, the sound of the citizens around him clapping filling his ears.

A smile morphed onto his face.

But soon that smile increased in size. Beyond the crowd surrounding him, he spotted you. You weren't doing anything special, just standing there.

“(Y/N)!”

The bard could hardly control the excitement of you watching him doing what he adored.

Although your facial expression read that of a bored person, Venti didn't seem to mind at all at that moment. Instead, he craved your attention.

Soon enough, the bard stood in front of you, his grin somehow getting wider.

"(Y/N)! Did you enjoy the song?"

"It was nice."

Nice? Only nice? Your facial expression said otherwise. Was the song boring to listen to? Did he mess up a note? Maybe it just wasn't your type of song.

Venti's eyes narrowed in thought, his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. He wanted you to say something more than just nice, he wanted you to smile for once due to one of his songs.

That is how you found yourself in this situation. Daily, Venti would find you around Mondstadt, play a song for you, and then wait for your response. He wanted you to say something more than the song was nice without a single hint of emotion before leaving.

But each time, that was your answer and Venti was getting annoyed. Not at you of course, but that he lacked the power to make you smile. He’s the Anemo God, but he can't seem to make his s/o smile.

So the astonishment Venti felt when he glimpsed his eyes over towards you after he played yet another song and saw you smiling ever so slightly, he almost dropped his lyre.

"(Y-Y/N)...are you smiling...?"

"Wait what-"

"I saw it! I saw you smile!"

When I tell you Venti was all over the place, I mean it. He was like a bouncy ball with him bouncing in every direction. But he couldn't control it. The pure bliss he felt in that moment took over all his actions.

"I-I didn't do anything. My face twitched."

"You can't lie to me! I saw it with my own eyes!"

The relationship between Xingqiu and you happened almost instantly. The two of you went from total strangers to Xingqiu always dragging you on his little adventures.

It all started with just a single sentence;

"Oh, you like Legend of the Shattered Halberd as well?"

Let me tell you, the look on his face when you said that. He always dreamed of having another person he could converse with when it came to books. So, the moment you said that he wasn't about to let you walk away without learning your name and other books you have read.

A friendship sparked between the two of you. He was one of the only people who would constantly talk with you even if you acted distantly. Soon enough, the two of you became a couple.

He wasn't worried about grabbing you from your home and taking you outside on a little adventure after he just finished reading one of his adventure novels. And of course, he'd always have a book with him during this time. You found that cute about him, but you never showed it.

Whenever the two of you would chat about books, Xingqiu was always shocked whenever you told him you haven't read a certain book.

"You're telling me you've never read The Pale Princess and the Six Pygmies?!"

"Never."

That's when he shoved the first volume in your face, an immediate serious expression on his face. Blinking a few times, you accepted the book from him.

"Read it and then tell me how you feel about it. I can give you the other volumes if you enjoy it."

"Okay."

Xingqiu thought you seemed wary at first to read it. He knew you weren't as majorly obsessed with books as he was, so he internally was just preparing for you to end up not reading it.

He didn't mind it though, reading wasn't for everyone after all.

The following day though, he felt the sudden urge to stop by Wanwen Bookhouse. He just wanted to skim some of the books there, maybe purchase one or two.

But those plans immediately ended when he spotted you. You were leaning against the wooden red railings, the book he had let you borrowed flipped open in your hands. And you were a chunk through it already.

Xingqiu could've worn his eyes were bulging out of his eye sockets because the one other thing he saw was the tiny smile located on your face.

You didn't seem to notice Xingqiu before he was standing right in front of you, a huge grin on his face.

"You seem to be enjoying the book I lent you. Would you care for the remaining volumes?"

You almost dropped the book as a shriek left your mouth.

"Where did you come from?!"

"Well, I felt the urge to stop by the bookhouse and saw you. So, about those other volumes..."

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, your cheeks slightly reddish.

"I'll...pick them up later..."

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