#please stop flirting in my game every 2 seconds

[zzzenmui]

I’d like you to be there for it.

Traveller, thank you.

#please stop flirting in my game every 2 seconds #every lantern rite event you see xiao being more open towards traveller #him going from lanterns meant nothing to him to making his own lantern to release it with traveller #also something about it being only the two of them Without Paimon #lantern rite is about spending time with people you care about mhm about reunions mhm mhm #genshin impact #lantern rite #xiaoaether #aetherxiao #aexiao #xiaother

[maverickbabes]

All mine

All mine

Maverick x female!reader

Warnings: y/n call sign: Warrior!oc, oral-female receiving, daddy kink/sir kink, smut 18+, choking kink, age gap (31 years), jealous Maverick, naughty thoughts, jealousy sex, praising and degrading, this is NSFW filthy smut hehe ;)

Summary: Maverick fancies y/n and has been keeping it to himself for a while. One day while training in the air, Hangman flirts with Warrior which sets Maverick off and makes him very jealous. After training, he takes matters into his own hands.

A/N: this one was requested by @elenavampire21 hope you enjoy it!

Third person view

"Alright aviators, let's turn and burn!" Maverick says into the mic of his mask for the other pilots to hear. "Hey Warrior, are you ready to get your cute butt kicked?" Hangman says with a hint of flirtation behind it. "Oh please Bagman, you couldn't kick it even if you tried" Warrior retorts with a scoff.

"Maybe not, But I'd love to kiss all your boo boos away gorgeous" Hangman flirts back and Maverick was slowly fuming in his aircraft. "Alright Hangman enough chitchat let's get to work" Maverick told him gruffly before shifting his jet upwards. "Today's lesson is dog fighting. Let's see what you all remember" Maverick instructs as he gets in his place behind the dagger squad.

The whole time while they were training, Maverick kept his eye on Warrior. He loved the way she flew in the air, how she maneuvers and how she's stealthy. He also loves how he towers over her in height, fueling his thoughts of what he wants to do to her.

"Pete p-please" y/n moans as she tries to close her legs from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. He nips at her clit as he grabs her thighs and pushes her legs apart. "That's not my fucking name slut. Now, If you want to come you address me properly" He demands as he enters 2 fingers inside her soaking core. She lets out a loud moan as she arches her back.

"Daddy please!" She whines as she feels her orgasm bubbling in her tummy. "Ah that's a good girl. Go ahead and come on daddy's face" He praises as he feels you release, drinking it all up like it was his last drink. Y/n whimpers as she feels his lips kiss her thighs before he gently licks her overstimulated and puffy core.

Maverick snaps out of his naughty daydream as he feels himself grow inside his jumpsuit. "Fuck" He grumbled as he closes his eyes and adjusts himself. "You okay Sir?" Warrior says and he chuckles "Yea Warrior everything is fine. That's enough training for the day. I'll meet you all at base" He replies as he swerves his jet towards the base.

"Hangman I beat your ass fair and square. You just can't handle the fact that a girl actually beat you" Warrior retorts as punches him in the shoulder. "I let you beat me baby girl there's a difference" Hangman says as he stops in front of her and grabs her chin. "Let me take you out for a game of pool and we'll see who's the better pilot" He offers and y/n scoffs rolling her eyes and grabs the hand that was on her chin.

Maverick's jealousy is through the roof as he watches the two and sees how Warrior is laughing at whatever the fuck Jake said. Pete takes the time to look at y/n. He watches as she unzips her jumpsuit and ties the arms around her waist, her black tank top showing her arms and her voluptuous breasts. He looks at the way her suit hugs every curve of her body in all the right places.

Second person view

"Fuck it" He mumbles to himself as he makes his way over to you. He was tired of watching Hangman flirt with you. He wants you no, He needs you. "Warrior. A word" He orders as he gives a quick smile to Jake before placing his hand on the small of your back while you guys walk to his office.

Once the door to his office closes, He looks at you with a look in his green eyes that makes your legs weak. Your heart skips a beat as you watch his eyes trail up and down your body. "Sir is everything okay? Am I in trouble?" You ask him as you place your hands in your pockets.

"You've been a bad girl and bad girls need to be punished" He says, his voice dropping into a seductive tone. "W-What?" You stutter out as he looks up at you before letting out a deep chuckle. "Oh come on y/n, Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel this connection between us. Tell me you don't feel the desire and spark." He explains as he closes the distance between the two of you and places his hand on your cheek.

Butterflies fill your tummy as you place your hands on his desk. "Pete.." You whispered as you leaned closer to him. "Come on y/n, say it" He whispers seductively as he tilts his head closer to yours, his lips inches away from yours. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. Captain Mitchell likes you back? Was this a dream?

'You can think later y/n'

"I want you too" You mumbled before closing the small space between you too and kissing him. He moans into the kiss before sliding his hands down your body and to your hips where he taps them. "Jump" He hums as you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

Papers fly everywhere as he pins you down on his desk and moves his way to your neck leaving love bites in his wake. You moaned as you attempted to unzip his jumpsuit wanting to feel him. Within seconds, he has both of your jumpsuits off and his eyes drink you up.

"Fuck baby you're so gorgeous" He groans as gets on his knees and kisses your thighs. "Pete" You moan and he immediately pins your hips down, squeezing gently. "That's not my name brat" He growls as he breathes on your soaking core. "Look at that. You're such a slut that your soaking all over my desk" He says as leans in and kitty licks you.

You're taken by surprise and grabbed his hair tugging on it, earning a groan from him. The vibrations from his moans and groans sent shivers through your whole body. "Oh fuck daddy" You moan lifting your hips up to his face and his experienced tongue devours you. "There you go princess addressing daddy properly" He praises as he kisses his way up your body.

"Daddy please I need you" You whimper as you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to you, kissing him feverishly. "Patience princess" He hums as his hand travels up your chest and to your neck where he squeezes it gently before giving attention to your breasts.

After he feels like he has teased you enough he grabs his length and teasingly rubs the tip up and down your slit. "Are you ready for daddy?" He asks as he looks at you with such adoration. You nod your head as you bite your bottom lip. "Words darling. I need to hear you say it" He says as he moves some of the stray hairs away from your face.

"Yes Pete I want you. I want you so badly" You reassure him and he smiles before slowly pushing himself inside you. Both of you moan from the overwhelming pleasure as he bottoms out. "Fuck your so tight" He groans as he holds himself by his forearms while he slowly thrusts his hips.

"Faster daddy" You gasp as you wrap your legs around him tighter and he looks at you. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice. "Haven't I been a bad girl? I need a punishment daddy" You retort and his eyes flicker as something switches in him. "You have been a bad girl. Letting Jake touch what's mine" He moans as he snaps his hips hard, hitting your g-spot.

"Who do you belong to? Who does this pussy belong to?" He demands as he thrusts into you fast. "You Daddy! I belong to you and this pussy is yours! Fuck!" You moan as you feel yourself get closer. "Such a slut. Flirting with Jake and teasing me like the brat you are" He groans as he grabs your neck and squeezes it.

You close your eyes as you arch your back, feeling him hit your g-spot over and over again. "Bet you love daddy degrading you? Calling you his little slut and play toy cause your that thirsty for someone to fuck some sense into you" He growls while he grabs your legs and puts them on his shoulder, going even deeper.

"Daddy I'm close. please please" You whine as you squeeze around his length, causing his hips to stutter. "Fuck do that again princess. Squeeze around daddy's cock" He encourages as he feels himself getting close. "I'm getting close to baby, come with me" He pants as he releases himself in you while you felt yourself come undone.

He lays on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. "Holy fuck" He mumbles as he kisses your neck softly. "Where does this leave us?" You pant out as you regain your composure. "I want to be with you y/n. I know you're 26 and I'm 57 but age doesn't matter. I know I'm also your captain but I won't let it affect us." He explains and you smile before bringing his face to yours. giving him a soft kiss. "I'd love to be with you" You tell him and he smiles before wrapping his arms around you.

#pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #top gun fanfiction #top gun #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick smut #pete mitchell fanfiction #maverick #original character #original fiction #original writing

[faroreskiss]

Unnatural Coincidences / Part 1

Parts 1 2 3 4 Epilogue

You have been in Hyrule for a while now, and some things just cannot stay hidden anymore.

General Info & Warnings: -This will be a four part story for now, with the last part (3&4) being the most explicit. There is a potential to expand the non-explicit parts, if there is interest. -If you are under 18, please do not read this. You have been warned. -Italic words like this mean the words in "your language", as they are speaking Hylian with each other. -Feel free to comment, if you think instead of (Y/N) this story should be written from first or second person POV (or it should be an OC) Pairing: Zelda x Fem!Reader x Link

It was another one of those early mornings, (y/n) has been hiking the mountains with Link before work, taking the scenery in. They stopped by the lake, and looked at how the sun sparkled on top of the water. This was simply unreal.

That’s because it wasn’t. At least, not from her point of view.

Around 3 years ago, she has somehow ended up in post-calamity BotW world, with most of her knowledge from our own world intact. It wasn’t that long that she came across Link and Zelda, who are living together but are not together (though one could absolutely feel the vibes there). Everybody has their own room in that house.

It is another story for another time, but those three are quite close now. She is now working together with Zelda & Purah, researching the history of Hyrule all the way back to Creation, publishing papers together and recording the knowledge. Link is technically still a knight, though the castle’s renovations are not quite there yet after the fight with Ganon.

“Heh, never seen a lake before? You seem quite amazed.”

Link didn’t speak that much unprompted, but when he did it always had a flavor. She chuckled, she absolutely had a crush on him but thought it was unfair. She had a crush on a fictional character, who absolutely had feelings for Zelda. It probably didn’t count, no? Not like she can’t enjoy a bit of harmless flirting every now and then either way.

“It just looks so beautiful, I’m also kind of tired after a 10 km hike up here. Not everybody has your stamina wheels and strong… bottom muscles, Mr. Hero.” she made a gesture, but did not stare, at his ass.

He did not register it at first.

“My bottom wha-… You creep!” he laughed.

Link and Zelda got used to the way she was talking. When they first met, they didn’t even understand a word she said, literally. She didn’t speak any Hylian, them being who they are (and Zelda also having scientific curiosity), they taught her Hylian, and with a little bit of help from the Great Fairies, enhanced her learning abilities to speed up the process. It was quite obvious for them that she had an idea about the world they live in, and more.

They know that (y/n) is from another ‘dimension’ (not that hard to believe for them I suppose, with all the magic and science simply existing together in this realm). They were the ones who found her in the Temple of Time, but the part that she knows them from a video game series, has not been discussed… yet. She wasn’t actively trying to hide it either though. So there was still trust between them.

She is thinking of breaking it to them at some point. There hasn’t been a big quest of “sending her back”, though she is sure Zelda has her own agenda, and Link is probably in on it. Good thing about them, they don’t pry if they feel like they are making you uncomfortable. They probably also do feel that you are hiding something from them, though.

“Aaaah, I’m just SO looking forward to this evening though!” she said while getting up and stretching.

“Wine and Lon Lon cheese at the cottage? Of course.” Link also got up and started filling his water pouch. “And having Purah create a game on the Slate. Can’t wait to try it!*”

Oh how cute he was trying to pronounce unfamiliar words.

“That, and how you and Zelda are going to act with each other after some booze gets into your system.”

(Y/N) giggled and Link was kind of red on top of his pointy ears. There must have been something off however, as what she said made Link stop for a second and looked seriously at her face, as if she… looked hurt.

“Something on my face?”

“(y/n)…”

“It’s OK, Link. I’m not blind. I can see how you look at her.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Nothing is that complicated, silly. If I were on the top of the Central Hyrule Tower, I could still see it from there without the scope. Still don’t get why you don’t tell her. So I’m hoping some wine would help. Or should I tell her?”

Meanwhile she started walking back down the path. The path was extremely steep.

“No!” he snapped and held her arm firmly to stop her. She has NEVER seen him snap before. Nobody did. He was the embodiment of self control. 

She was quite startled, so while yanking her arm off from Link’s grasp, she ended up tripping backwards on the slope. Link ended up catching her right on time to protect her head, but they rolled up a little bit down on the path, till they hit a tree to stop them. Thank Farore.

Now Link was on top of her, staring right into her eyes, intensely. It was… uncomfortably close. His knee was actually kind of between her thighs. If only it moved a bit more up... Oh Hylia, she was supposed to think of survival, but all she could think of was how the current situation could be something completely different right now.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“N-no I don’t think so. Are you…”

“I’m fine.”

They were both already breathing heavily from the fall. (Y/n) more so, she didn’t have the personal fitness level he had. Why did it feel as if they were getting even closer? Was this breathing certainly from all the rolling?

“Hey…” she spoke softly.

“Sorry, I kind of snapped.” He was still not moving from where he was, and the stare was still not broken. She knew she was supposed to say something, move or wiggle around. She felt so selfish. Link and Zelda belonged together. She shouldn’t get in between them. What if it affects the future of Hyrule or something? But again, not like there is a rule that they end up together anyway…

“It’s OK, Link. But what’s going on?”

“You mean that I am dense, but so are you.” he seemed serious. Oh Goddesses, why was he still on top of her?

“What?”

“You are right. I do have feelings for Zelda.”

It felt like a bucket of cold water trickling down from her head to her heart. She knew this, but it was never said out loud. Maybe a part of her did want to have something with him. But this, this felt like even that bridge was burned. Pandora’s box was opened. Her eyes started to water.

“News flash.”

“What?”

“Nothing, some dirt got into my eyes..” she broke the stare and looked at the side.

“(y/n), look at me.” he moved her head gently back to the center. She wasn’t able to speak. She didn’t know what to say. How can she ever explain it to him?

“Don’t.” (y/n) somehow managed to weakly get it out from her mouth. He stopped. The stare didn’t. He was staring into her soul. Trying to get some words out. Could it be that he…?

“But (y/n), I also…” he started. This, this was getting unbearable. For both of them it seemed. Still, she didn’t let him finish the sentence. So what, not like ZeLink was ever totally canon anyway? This is Legend of Zelda, everybody has their interpretation, right? But.. He was so close, his eyes were piercing through her (e/c) ones. Her hair was touching the grass, his leg between hers felt even closer to her center. She could swear, maybe it touched a little bit. She noticed his face was also red. No, it must be wind and cold. She was getting lost in her thoughts. She was going to take the gamble that Link was trying to say something good. At least, she could at least experience this in her life here. This selfish moment, she wanted for herself.

“Ah, fuck it!”

She pulled him into a kiss. Link did not even flinch at first.

...and then he started kissing her back.

She put her hands in his head, gently moving her fingers through his hair. His leg finally, albeit involuntarily, moved up, his knee brushing right between her legs. A silent yet soft moan escaped her. She could feel his smirk through the kiss. She took advantage and rolled him on his back, ending on top of him, using one of her hands on the tree behind them for balance at first. He pulled her in close once again and started kissing her neck and coming back to her lips. His hands were slowly circling her back. Still keeping it safe, what a gentleman. A gentleman with a bulge directly growing under her very lady-like parts. For her to feel.

This was also the wake-up call for her. She broke the kiss and looked at him. They were both panting. She finally crossed her legs to get off of him and quickly got up. They couldn’t look at each other in the eye. Link also got up.

“We… we should go.” she said, looking over the path down, pretending to fix her cloak.

“Y-yeah. You need to go to the lab, right?”

“Yes.”

They started walking down the path.

She was feeling quite conflicted, but damn, it felt so good. She wanted more. HE wanted more. Alas, there was sincerely no time. They had to talk about this later.

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[thesimulationswarm]

Double Shot, Part 3

Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!AFAB!reader x Tommy Miller Rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI Summary: A gorgeous man walks into your coffee shop and introduces himself as Tommy Miller. Then his equally gorgeous brother shows up. You can't decide which you like better... but maybe you don't have to. A/N: This will be in four parts, building up to the smut. Hopefully released daily. It's dumb filthy shit I couldn't get out of my head, okay? Then I'll be back to my ongoing serious series. Word count: 2k warnings/tags: drinking, dancing, insecure!Joel followed by dom!Joel, threesome, shameless flirting, sibling rivalry, pwp

This is Part 3 of Double Shot; here are Part 1, Part 2, and Part 4.

Your thigh was pressed tight against Joel’s. It was tantalizing, nearly naked below the hem of your very short dress, rubbing on the denim of his jeans. He would’ve loved to slide his hand along that silky expanse of skin.

But he was sitting in the passenger side of the cab of Tommy’s truck, and your other thigh was pressed just as tightly against Tommy’s.

And the whole situation was fucking weird.

He clearly hadn’t thought things through very carefully when he’d invited himself along on this night out. At the time, his first priority had been screwing with Tommy, throwing him off his game— which he had been quite successful at, he had to say.

His second priority had been getting you into his arms, preferably during a slow song when he could hold you close against his body.

It was only after you’d said yes and he was driving home with an apoplectic Tommy that he started to wonder what the fuck they were doing. Had you really thought this was a neighborly get-together? And how the hell would this three-legged date play out?

He knew it would’ve been a kinder thing if either Tommy or he had brought a date. It would’ve balanced things out, given you a woman to talk to and probably set you at ease. But he damn sure wasn’t going to give in and ask someone else along, and Tommy wasn’t about to either. So here they were, two guys on a date with one girl.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the Broken Spoke.” Tommy shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he spun the steering wheel lightly. “It’s a bonafide Austin institution.”

You laughed lightly. “I know, I know. I guess I’ve never really been a country kind of gal. But maybe I just needed the right guide.” You turned to look at Tommy as you spoke, your voice husky and playful.

Joel worked his jaw back and forth. He was only too aware of the effect his little brother could have on women. All boyish, easygoing charm. The kind of guy you wanted to just have fun with. And he’d been laying it on thick tonight, goddamnit.

He knew he was being unfair, but he couldn’t help himself— he wanted Tommy to back the fuck off. His brother had no real responsibilities, nothing holding him down. He had every night of the week to hit the town, get plastered, and pick up some pretty young thing. And he did. He didn’t need this the way Joel did.

How long had it been since he’d gotten laid? Too fucking long, he knew that. When you needed to hire a babysitter for every hook-up, sometimes it just didn’t seem worth the trouble.

He knew he should try and jump into the conversation, steer things his way. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He stayed silent, brooding. Watching you smile at Tommy. Watching your beautiful thighs bouncing between the two of them as Tommy took the curves a little too fast.

He was fucking pissed off.

But he was afraid it wasn’t stopping him from getting hard right now. If anything, it was making it worse. He looked out the window, took some deep breaths, and willed his body to behave itself. Last thing he needed was for you to notice the growing bulge in his jeans— or worse, for Tommy to notice.

When Tommy pulled into the parking lot, Joel jumped out of the door and held out a hand to help you down. He was secretly pleased when your high heels wobbled on the crushed granite and you had to grab his arm for balance.

You paused a second, standing with him, and he paused, too. He allowed himself a quick glance, up and down your figure. You were a vision there in the hot Texas night, lit up by sodium lights and red neon, in that slinky little nothing of a dress.

He wanted to strip it off you right there, back you against the truck and tell you exactly what he thought about all your shameless flirting.

But instead he swallowed and laid a steadying hand on the small of your back. “Y’alright there, darlin’?”

You nodded and he guided you into the building, Tommy on your heels.

Joel pushed his way up to the bar. He leaned in front an older guy in fancy cowboy boots and signaled the bartender impatiently. He knew he was probably coming off like an asshole, but he didn’t care. He needed a drink.

What the fuck was going on?

The evening had actually been going pretty good, all things considered. They’d set up at a table and Tommy had fetched everybody beers, and they’d sat watching the dancers and shooting the shit. After a few drinks, Joel felt himself loosening up. Breathing easier, laughing easier. Less worried about this dumb pissing contest with Tommy.

It was strange, but he’d started to actually enjoy himself. He liked hanging out with Tommy, at least most of the time. And he liked hanging out with you, he was learning. You were telling them your best horror stories about trying to get your business off the ground— the rat infestation when you’d first moved into the place, your business partner who never showed up on time for her shifts, the good ol’ boy landlord who doubted two “little ladies” could run a shop without a man around.

Joel joined in with some crazy tales of his own from the contractor world. His story of the time a commune of nudists hired him to build a fenced-in porch had you doubled over in laughter, tears squeezing out of the corners of your eyes.

Then the music had picked up, and Tommy’d asked you for a dance. Joel had sat at the table, nursing another beer, as you whirled in and out of view. You’d warned them you had no idea what you were doing, but Tommy was a strong lead and he was handling you just fine. Joel told himself he didn’t mind, but he was counting down the minutes until he’d get his turn to twirl you around out there.

A few songs later, the two of you stumbled back to take a breather. You all had another round of drinks, and Joel’d had a nice buzz going when he’d pulled you back out on the dance floor. The first song was lively and he made you laugh as he spun you in fast circles. Then the next song was nice and slow, and he slotted you tightly into his arms at last.

Your arms reached up to drape around his neck, the brush of your skin against his electric, and he held his hands against the small of your back. You arched under his touch, closing what little space was left between the two of you and pressing your hips forward into him. Jesus, you were practically grinding on him. He looked down at you, your face flushed from the exertion and the alcohol, chest rising and falling against his.

He leaned his head toward yours, ducking to whisper into your ear. “I can’t stop looking at you, darlin.’ You’re driving me wild.” As the words registered he felt a shiver go through your body. 

“Is that right?” You murmured, voice low and sultry. You laid your head against him, resting your cheek on the soft flannel of his shirt, and he closed his eyes for a minute. He inhaled the delicious scent of your hair.

Then Joel’s eyes drifted open, and he saw something. 

You were still leaning against him, still pressing every inch of your body into his. But you were looking somewhere else, off of the dance floor to where the tables were clustered.

You were staring at Tommy, who was locking eyes with you. 

Tommy was watching you intently, one corner of his mouth curled up suggestively, practically undressing you with his eyes. And you weren’t looking away— not at all.

Joel felt his blood run cold and his body stiffen. When the song ended, he tugged you roughly to the edge of the dance floor, depositing you at the table with Tommy. If he wanted you, he could have you. 

Then he’d stalked off to the bar.

He finally got his whiskey, and threw a handful of bills down for the bartender. He’d already downed half before making it back to the table, finding it empty— you and Tommy no doubt back out dancing. Christ.

He slumped against the hard wood chair, looking down at his hands. In quick succession, he’d felt shocked, humiliated, then angry. And now the wind seemed to have gone out of him. It was what it was, he supposed— he couldn’t control who you liked. But he’d thought for sure there was something going on between him and you…

He sipped at the rest of his whiskey, eyes scanning the honky tonk. There were plenty of other pretty girls in the place tonight, although none caught his attention in quite the same way you did. Against his better judgement, he found himself searching the crowd for you again.

There you were. Dancing with Tommy, just as he’d thought. You were angled away from Joel so that he couldn’t see your face, but he could see Tommy looking down at you, that damn smirk on his face. He could see Tommy’s arms on your back, and he watched as one hand slid down along the silky fabric of your dress, until it rested across the curve of your ass. That cheeky fucking bastard.

You didn’t pull away. In fact, you gave your hips an extra little swish along with the beat, pressing your flesh harder against Tommy’s grasp.

Then you turned your head, craning your neck as though looking for something. Your eyes scanned the tables, and Joel looked up, heart in his throat. He met your eyes, as you swayed there with Tommy’s hands all over you. You looked right at him— and you winked. 

You fucking winked.

Joel felt a deep flush rising and blooming across his face, his chest. He could hear blood rushing in his ears.

He stood, setting his glass down on the table. Barely aware of what he was doing, as he strode resolutely onto the dance floor. As he walked right over to where you stood with Tommy, and laid a firm hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“We gotta problem, Tommy.”

Tommy turned his head to look at Joel, but kept his hands on you. Annoyance flickered across his face. “What’s your problem, Joel?” He snapped back.

“This slutty little thing here,” Joel growled, “was rubbin’ all over me just a few minutes ago. And then I realized, the whole time she was doing it, she’s makin’ eyes at you.” Joel stared at you, his eyes dark and flinty. “And now I see her out here, lettin’ you put your hands all over her body. And you know what she’s doin’? She’s winking at me.”

Tommy’s eyes widened as Joel’s words sunk in. His stare cut from you to Joel and back again, as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, all faux-innocence.

“You know what I think?” Joel still had one hand on Tommy; now he reached down and cupped your face with the other, tilting your jaw upward.

“What’s that, Joel?” Tommy’s voice was low and rough.

“I think you and I are gonna need to teach this naughty girl a lesson.”

A slow smile spread across Tommy’s face. “I think you’re right.” His hands, still wrapped around your body, pulled you even more tightly against him. “As a matter of fact, I think we better get this little freak outta here. Take her someplace we can really get to the bottom of this.”

#joel miller x reader #tommy miller x reader #joel miller x reader x tommy miller #tlou fic #the last of us fanction #pwp #pre-outbreak #tlou smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #tommy miller fanfiction #joel miller x you

[xxstorywriterxx]

Your local barista / Part 1

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

I was inspired a little by the game "coffee talk". Please enjoy!

Link to following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: none

It was 7:30 am and you just opened the cafe. The coffee machine was already running, the main floor was smelling like fresh coffee and you cleaned the tables like every morning. And just like every morning a tall blonde woman opened the door and greeted you with a "Good morning, Darling!" You smiled at her. "Good morning to you too Larissa! Please, take a seat. Would you like a coffee?" Of course she would. You just asked to be polite. "Oh, yes please! Last night was ruff and I need something to keep me awake throughout the day." Larissa Weems placed herself at a table on a window, legs crossed. No other costumer has arrived at the shop so you two were alone. You usally were but it never got easier to be around the tall beauty. Everytime she would visit, you could only admire her. Of course you never told her that. You were a professional and didn´t want to cross any boundaries. "Is that so? What happened? If you want to tell me of course" you said while placing a hot coffee with milk and two spoons of sugar in font of her. "Thank you, Darling! Oh, we have a student at our school who has been causing trouble since they´ve arried non-stop. I love my job but she really makes my blood boil sometimes. I had a meeting with a few other teachers because of her actions last evening and it got pretty late. When I got up this morning I knew, only your coffee could make my day better." She smiled at you. And she looked so lovely while doing so. You felt warmth spreading in your chest. "Well, I´m glad to hear that. And I´m always happy to have you around. Everyday you´re the first customer here and I got really used to having a nice morning chat with you!" You both smiled at each other, happy to have such nice company.

Larissa took a sip of her coffee and closed her eyes while enjoying the taste of it. "Mmh, your coffee really is something else. How do you always ge it to taste this perfect?" You leaned against the seat in front of Larissa while talking to her. "Well, I use overpriced products, put in some cheap sugar and the rest is a secret." You winked at her when you said the last word. Larissa smiled at you with slight reddish cheeks. "Is that so? Well, maybe I get to figure it out one day. Your 'secret'." "Maybe." You smiled back at her with confidence though you felt your tummy going crazy. Larissa continued drinking her coffee and you got behind the counter to refill a jar with cookies. "How long are you shifts usally?" Larissa asked you. She looked at you with her bright blue eyes. You felt your knees shaking a bit. "Because I work in the mornings I get off at around 2 or 3. It really depends wether we have a lot of costumers or not." Larissa nodded and turned back to her coffee. "How long do you work per day? Being a principal must be hard work." You leaned over the counter, looking very confident. Larissa looked at you for a few seconds, then she smiled while she answered. "I don´t really have regular shifts or anything like that. I work all the time. Sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit less. But taking care of students is my dream job. It doesn´t feel like working most of the time you know? How about you? Do you enjoy being a barista?" She asked with genuine interest. "It is fine most of the time but it´s great when you´re the costumer." You smiled at her with confidence but in your head you were screaming at yourself. You are at work, no flirting! But sometimes you couldn´t handle yourself. Larissa laughed and nodded, then took a last sip from her coffee. She sighed. "Alright. I think I have to leave now. Nevermore needs it´s principal and I sadly finished my coffee already. But it was wonderful. Thank you for the quick chat!" The tall blonde got up from her seat very elegant, stroked over her greenish dress and got to the door. "It was my pleasure. See you tomorrow!" Larissa turned around and blew you an air-kiss before she headed out the door with long graceful steps. You looked after her a bit too long before you got back to work and cleaned the used coffee mug with red lipstick stains on it.

"And, was the blonde goddess in today as well?" Your friend Isaac asked when he picked you up after your shift. He brought you a veggie sandwich and a coke and you were heading to a park bench near the Weatherwane. "Yes, yes she was. And my god. This woman never disappoints me. She always looks... flawless. Like, how does she do it? It´s crazy!" You both chuckled as you sat down. "Man, I wish I could see her one day. The way you talk about her makes me feel like I would faint or something if I would see her." "Well, we can find out right now. There she is." You pointed to the other side of the road. Larissa was leaning against a car, looking at her phone. She looked even prettier than this morning. Seriously, how does she do it? "Oh my god. That´s her?" "Shhh! Isaac, would you shut up? She might hear you!" You blushed and looked away, trying not to raise her attention. At work you had always something to do while talking to her. But outside of work you got really nervous when she was around and tried not to talk to her. You didn´t want to do or say something embarrassing. Isaac on the other hand didn´t seem to care. "Wow, she really is pretty! No wonder you´ve got a huge crush on her!" "I don´t!" You and Isaac looked at each other. He raised his left eyebrow. You chuckled. "Ok, maybe I do. But SHE doesn´t have to know. So. Shut. Up." Isaac laughed and turned away from you to look back at Larissa. Her dress fitted her perfectly and revealed her beautiful curves. Her long and elegant legs were crossed while she leaned her back against the car. Her blonde tide-up hair moved a little while a slight breeze touched it. Her long fingers were typing on her phone. She was beautiful. So, so beautiful. You would give everything just to be with her, you thought to yourself. Just then she turned her head to the left and looked at you. Your heart sank and you felt yourself blush. She smiled a big and bright smile and waved at you. You waved back. You felt so... special. A woman like that recognizing you and even greeting you? It was like winning the lottery. Isaac looked from her to you, back to her. "Aaaand apperantly she has a crush on you as well." You looked at him, shocked. "What? No she does not." "Uhm, yes. She absolutley does. Didn´t you see her face light up when she saw you? And I saw her blush a little, when she saw you looking at her. She definetly has a thing for you." You looked at Larissa who was texting on her phone again, this time with a little smile on her lips. "I... I don´t know. She´s very nice to me, yes. And we chat every morning. But that´s it. She´s just polite." "Oh, yeah? Well, how many people do you know who come into a coffee shop everyday very early, while no other costumer or barista is there? And if anyone would do that, would you think they would do it just because they´re 'polite'? I wouldn’t." You looked away from Larissa and watched a few white puffy clouds on the blue sky. Maybe Isaac was right. You wouldn´t think so either.

#larissa weems #larissa x you #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday #larissa weems fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #fanfic #yourlocalbaristafanfic #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x reader

[neuroticbookworm]

Step by Step Episode 8 Ramblings

Episode 7 Ramblings, here

Put is not even gonna let Pat say his piece? 2 minutes in and I'm already burning mad

"I haven't taken you for granted like before"

"I know, you've been really good to me" Oh Pat, you pathalogical people pleaser

I continue being impressed by this show showcasing how adults do and should handle relationships and everything that comes with it. This must be one of the most realistic breakup scenes in BLs. And it is done without compromising the emotions of the characters. Hats off, really

Jane is wearing two layers of pink. Our resident Tumblr color demon @respectthepetty has taught us that pink = love, so good to know that his feelings has remained unchanged or even intensified from last when we saw him

My god, Khun Jeng looks so fineeeeeeeee

And he's wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his neutral brown jacket. While Pat is in a dark blue cardigan. Interesting

Ohhhhhhh wow Jane is pissed and Jaab is too. The cat fight between these two is gonna be hilarious

Put, you insufferable snake, ya dumped. Stop misrepresenting facts

Jeng, how the fuck did you know? Are you really THAT perceptive?

Oh man, that is the worst takeaway you can ever have from a failed relationship

*jaw dropped* Oh Jeng is going for the jugular. Oh he's done playing games, he wants to fight

Oooooooooof. Put, you manipulative bastard

Oh it's still not over. Oh they're still going, holy shit, this is intense

Is that a threat, about coming out? Seriously, what the fuck

I CAN'T WAIT to read all the body language analyses y'all are gonna write on that scene. Woah, that really was something

Ae and Beam are here!

Well, Ae looks like a goddess, as usual. What else is new?

I love this scene and the commentary that comes with it. Keep your noses out of pregnant people's business, for fuck's sake! How hard is it to have some basic decency?

I love that Tae is calling out how quickly Jeng's mood changes from brooding to giddy and vice versa in this conversation.

We have a new stuffie. The shark is out and the tiger is in. YES I SEE IT AND I LOVE IT

Oh I'm sooo ready for this non-date date. I want the sweet, sweet fluff to drown me. Gimme all the blushing, all the eye contact, all the accidental brushing of fingers, GIVE IT TO ME

OH MY GOD, he planned the whole thing. He had people move chairs out of the way for aesthetics. This complete bitch (affectionate)

GUYS, THE FLIRTING, I know I said I can handle it, but this is too adorable ^^

Jeng just hung up on his brother in a flash, not even waiting for him to respond? Oh that's cold

Oh shit, Pat is drunk, again, Here come the truth bombs

Damn, Man Trisanu is nailing this. He is acting his ass off to show how restless Jeng feels before every almost-confession

This slowburn is gonna kill us all, honestly

Oh we are dancing, oh it's so gloriously awkward, oh make it stop

Jaab, my beloved, I've missed your melodrama. You look like a divorced sugar baby who won half the riches in the settlement, I love it

Jeng tells Pat he can be just a safe space for him, while Pat is sobbing on his shoulder about his ex. All while Jeng has been trying the whole day to confess his own feelings for Pat. Every atom of this man is a green flag, I swear

These drunk disaster gays, I love them so much

Pat, sweetie, no. Please, you must be joking. Don't tell me you didn't know, DON'T TELL ME YOU ARE THAT OBLIVIOUS!

Okay, now Pat has to rethink each and every one of their interactions to see if he has ever misled Jeng, or if Jeng has ever crossed his boundaries. And then recalibrate his feelings with this new information. Yeah, this could take a while.

I'm leaning more and more towards the possibility of a second season, or even a special episode, after the show ends. Because there is no way they can fit all the domesticity these characters deserve within the next couple of episodes.

Ahhhh I can't believe the slowburn is still not over. I love it and I hate it and I'm pretty sure this show has turned me into a sadomasochist.

#step by step #step by step series #step by step the series #step by step ep8

[quandaryqueen]

Signs that the Riddler's are in love

Hmmm, simp hours commencing in 3, 2, 1.

💚 Gotham

GCPD's residential simp Edward Nygma is a man who swoons as subtle as a jackhammer in the middle of construction. He looms over you, too close might I add. Not to mention, 💫 Riddles ™💫and gifts! With 💫Riddles💫

Okok he just doesn't really know how to approach you, he just does does whatever he has seen how his peers move around in the dating game— but dialed down and in his own way. What, do you think he'd pick you up with a vulgar invitation to his bedroom? No! Ok but that still doesn change the fact that some of you Y/N's might be uncomfortable with his attempt to flirt, something that is highly rational and reasonable.

But instead of making fun of him behind his back like say... Kristen and just talking to him, explain to him, make it known to him that you're uncomfortable with his advances and he'll stop. He's a reasonable man with a brain, he'd get it and back tf off.

💚 Young Justice

No, omg this boy can barely keep his composure around you. Like, blushing, stuttering, stammering, smiling like a fool, constant heart eyes around you, SWOONING, SCREAMING IN HIS PILLOW, CREAMING —

Making a move though? Nope! Would die in the spot if he even got within your radius.

But how will he make his love for you known? Well... There were a series of attempts of talking to you, in which he makes a last minute 180 because you know, nerves. Well that doesn't work, letters it is! He'd make the MOST detailed letter there is, spilling his heart out in cursive letters and flowery words. Shakespeare? No, it's just Eddie on a 3 AM spur of simpery.

Eddie being unsure about the letter because fuck. If you reject him, well that's all good cough not really you can just toss it in the trash and you won't know who tf it is. But then if you feel the same... Well what now? How wiyou find him? Oh shit you might think that it's a prank, he doesn't want to hurt you like that. Overthinking did him wrong and then he ended up just tossing it in the trash even if he wrote basically everything.

But then the next day... He wished that he tore and flushed it because someone fucking went through his trash, found it, read it and gave it to you. He fucken died.

💚 Arkhamverse

My, my, what a cheery little lad. Just the sunshine and rainbows of a bright skies and grassy horizons-- yeah no lemme just drop the sarcasm for a sec.

This man, is a bitter man. Pushed everyone away who dares impose his progress and delay his work, it would be an absolute travesty if he were to be distracted for the smallest gaps of seconds.... But he supposes having you around to 'pester' him motivates him that people in Gotham, represented by you, will have their brains turned to mush if he doesn't do anything about it. *Cough* yes, the man is an absolute delight of a tsundere. Crush? No! It's just fondness for the lower end of the IQ count. Well, fondness is quite the word, flexible, but at least you know that he certainly feels something towards you.

He asks for your thoughts on things. Not that he cares! Criticisms? Oh please, there is not a single critic that can ever give him hell, he's a genius! Your criticisms cannot touch him! But he does need to know what you think of this recent prototype—

💚 Batman the animated series

Another simp! But he's not a shy simp like some other Riddler iterations, he is a smooth fucker who shoots his shot in every gaps of opportunity he has, no matter how small it is. Look, I've seen the rehab episode thing where Eddie cannot handle being approached by girls, BUT I believe that him initiating the flirting does not bother him at all. Though if you wanna know, he mostly kept the screaming as internal screaming.

You need that thing on the shelf regardless if you can reach it or not? Ed's got you sweetheart. What's brilliant, beautiful and otherworldly? You, honey 😘. Cold? Here comes his coat with his scent embedded on the fabric! Here's some of your favourite food and flowers! Need to get away with murder? Oh darling, he'd be happy to assist!

Needless to say, he is simp. He is over-the-top head over heels for you, he'd do anything for you. But at some degree, he'd know if you're abusing his love for you and will promptly call it out and stop it. So no, don't take advantage of it for your own benefit if you're not willing to do the same thing for him.

The person he lays his eyes on is in a constant observation, not in a stalker way by the way, he just loves making an analysis out of you and how much of a lovely person you are. He can get attached to certain things and that certain thing is you being your usual self. And he really does mean the affections for you.

So if you return his love well... He might just outsmile the Joker himself.

💚 Harley Quinn

"You know Y/N, you're the only one I tolerate in this goddamn city."

He keeps you close at most, away from harm's way and certainly provides extra protection from fellow rogue's who intends to fuck him over and hold you hostage. Because God, he'd be fucking torn if something were to happen to you because of him. You're the only one that keeps him somewhat stable in this damned city and someone who can understand him.

You really do mean to him and will do everything to keep you safe. For most of the time he is so done with the place, some idiots can be surprisingly surpass what he thought the maximum level of dumbassery, but at least he has someone who can understand him and help him through the times of frustration. No one can really solve his riddles the same way back in ye olde days, but oh well, at least he has you.

So, you're noticeably the only person who he talks to with a more calm, more casual and laid-back manner.

💚 The War of Jokes and Riddles

Silent sideline glances with a small smile lighting his lithe features. If anything, he plays it the coolest among the Riddlers. No pressure, he's just as cool as ever. Smooth as fuck that you'll be caught off-guard when what you thought was a riddle turned out to be a pick-up line. Not to mention, his constant compliments.

Then all of the sudden, he'd be more straightforward once he piques your interest and after he's tested the waters. Of course he wanted to see whether you were uncomfortable with his advances and that he'd gladly stop them. Straightforward is his way to go and he's confident about himself and what he truly feels about you.

He likes you. Your spirit, your brilliance, your beauty, everything. And how compatible you are with him, how equal you are.

#edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nashton #gotham edward nygma #arkham riddler #arkham riddler x reader #btas riddler #btas riddler x reader #harley quinn riddler #harley quinn series #young justice riddler #young justice #gotham riddler #fox gotham #x reader #the war of jokes and riddles riddler x reader #the war of jokes and riddles

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 2 – WINTERIRON FAVORITES

odour of peace by Potrix

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 874 Tags: A/B/O, Scenting, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: As a Beta, Steve might be able to read Bucky’s body language, but he can’t smell the sour, panicked scent basically rolling off of him, growing stronger and thicker by the second. Tony can, though, and he doesn’t even think before he moves closer to Barnes, led by basic instinct more than anything else. He ignores Steve’s concerned, “Tony,” as he comes to a stop only inches away from Barnes, and waits until Barnes meets his eyes before he bares his neck in invitation.

Reasons why I love it: Short and sweet, this fic is one that I always return to for a little pick-me-up. Bucky getting the comfort he deserves just warms my heart, especially when it's Tony offering it. Throw in some A/B/O dynamics and I'm a goner. A wonderful fic, definitely check it out!

Pretending by cagestark

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,075 Tags: Female!Tony, Drunk Sex, Friends With Benefits

Summary: Bucky takes care of drunken Toni's every last need.

Reasons why I love it: This fic just makes me so goddamn soft. Bucky is so whipped for Toni, and it's honestly adorable. Plus, the smut and the humor throughout are absolutely superb. I love this fic to death, and I bet you will too, so please give it a read!

Fate Strings Not Required by Akira_of_the_Twilight

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 7,032 Tags: Soulmates, Bodyguard Bucky, Meet Cute

Summary: “Hey doll,” a new voice said from Tony’s side. Tony glanced at the person approaching. Someone was working the rugged, bad boy look. The new guy rocked a leather jacket and blue jeans. His blue eyes lit up with joy as he approached Tony. “Something wrong here?” The new guy gave the first guy--the one insisting he was Tony's soul mate--a once over then turned his full attention on Tony. “You’re looking a little stressed, anything I can do?” Tony took the hint. Tony wrapped his hand around the new guy’s elbow. He kept his touch light and breakable in case he’d misread the cue. “Just some guy claiming to be my soul mate, babe.” The new guy’s eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise. He chuckled and gave the first guy a smirk. “Strange. Last time I checked we were soul mates.”

Reasons why I love it: I'm a sucker for soulmate fics, and this one is no exception. Give me all the meet-cute, protective Bucky and little shit Tony shenanigans! One little warning though that Tony is underage when he starts dating Bucky, but they wait until he's of age for any below the belt touching. If that's not a squick for you, I'm sure you'll love this fic as much as I do!

Shameless by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,570 Tags: Flirting, Sexual Tension, Lust at First Sight

Summary: Prompt: imagine Tony and Bucky flirting everywhere, in the tower, out fighting random bad guy of the day over the coms, even out in public. it started as a game to see who could get the other to blush or fluster first but it dissolved into shameless flirting quickly. eventually it's Bucky who cracks first, pushing Tony up against a wall, kissing the living daylights out of him and using that super soldier strength to pick Tony up to hold against the wall. bonus if Clint walks in on them. Tony isn’t actually sure which of them starts it—he’d like to take credit, but if he’s learned anything it’s that Barnes is by no means a wilting flower. Besides, the start doesn’t matter as much as figuring out who’s going to actually finish it.

Reasons why I love it: Bucky and Tony engaging in a battle of wills about who's gonna crack first under the pressure of constant flirting? Hell fucking yes. Poor Clint being traumatized is just the icing on the cake. I love this fic so much, definitely give it a read if you like light-hearted fun!

Paths Are Made by Walking by Potrix

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,744 Tags: Getting Together, Pining, Protective Bucky

Summary: The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best. Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

Reasons why I love it: I have a soft spot for Bucky being a motherhen and making Tony take better care of himself. This fic embodies all of that for me. And the pining is so sweet, it makes my teeth ache. A wonderful fic that I'd recommend to anyone who likes these boys being idiots in love!

#marvel #fanfic #winterion #ficrec #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation #a year in fanfic recs

[drama--universe]

Teasing

Requested by anonymous: hi author. could you please write another lao k fanfic ? doesn't matter if its lao k x f!reader or lao k x m!reader. this one can be about y/n being xiao pang's younger sibling and they comes to visits them. but they have a small crush on lao k and somehow lao k finds out about their crush and starts to tease y/n. after teasing them, he'd confess to them <3

Pairing: K x reader

Word Count: 898 words (it's a short one, sorry)

Warnings: none

You stood in front of the dorm room, eyes trained on the doorbell before you softly pressed the bell. You could hear the ringing from outside before you could hear loud shouting and something crashing loudly to the ground, followed by a few curse words. The door then opened to reveal your brother, smiling brightly before 2 other men joined. They both looked confused as you gently waved at them before turning to Xiao Pang.

"Who are they?" "Are you dating?" They asked and Xiao Pang shook his head at Lao Mao in disgust before pulling you inside gently, offering you some of his food.

"Guys!" He yelled loudly through the dorm, which caused all heads to turn your way. You gave a very awkward wave, shrinking away from the attention by standing behind Xiao Pang and effectively hiding yourself.

"Didn't know you had any siblings, Xiao Pang." Xiao Rui commented, looking up from his paper and giving you a kind smile as you peeked over your brother's shoulder.

"They're pretty." Lu Yue then commented, giving you a bright smile with a wave as well. You returned the wave before awkwardly stepping away from Xiao Pang.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Xiao (y/n)." You said as you shortly bowed and Xiao Pang quickly said that they didn't have to introduce themselves since you knew everyone already.

"Really? You a fan?" Lao Mao asked from his computer and you heard Xiao Pang scoff.

"Only of K." He grumbled and you gave him glare in return, poking him in the side.

"Not true." "It is!" He returned and you sighed loudly as he started to rant on how you were basically in love with K, making you sigh even louder. You felt everyone's eyes on you and you grew embarrassed.

"Really?" You heard someone comment and you turned your head to see K, leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face. You felt your face flush even more, looking away from him in embarrassment. You could hear K snicker as he walked past you, walking to his computer station.

You were quickly dragged to another station by your brother, being shoved into the chair before he sat next to you.

"Let's play!" He commented and you chuckled before nodding, opening your account on the computer.

You started playing as everyone divided into teams. You were in a team with your brother, Si Cheng, Xiao Rui and then K. When you were picking your character, which K saw.

"Pick this one." He said and you glanced at him.

"Why?" "Pretty people should pick pretty characters." He commented and you looked at him in shock before awkwardly picking the character, your face heating up again. The game started and you quickly put on the headset before focusing on the game.

Now, this would've been easy. It would've be if K didn't decide to flirt or tease you every two seconds. Sometimes he would compliment you on your playing with 'sweetheart' or 'darling', or he would say 'I expected nothing less from my fan'. Either way, you couldn't concentrate on the game at all and your team lost. Badly...

You didn't play a second game, but K didn't stop. He continued to say small things that would make you embarrassed. And of course, everyone had somethings to say about it (mostly your brother and Lu Yue).

You continued to stay in the dorm until dinner, being forced to sit next to K by his teammates.

"Looks like were paired up again." He teased and you rolled your eyes as you started to eat, listening to the other conversations as you ate. Dinner ended quite quickly and you started saying goodbye, you had to catch the bus home afteral.

"I'll walk you." K commented as he grabbed his shoes and you wanted to say no, but he didn't let you say it as he dragged you out the door.

"You didn't have too." You said and he just smiled.

"Can't let you walk alone at this hour. It's too dark." He commented and you huffed, rolling your eyes.

"It's 9 pm." "Still too dark." He continued and you scoffed again, shaking your head slightly.

"So, are you actually a fan of me?" He then asked and you stopped, groaning to yourself.

"Look, I just like your character, okay. Xiao Pang just gets sulky because I don't compliment his playing after competition." You said and he nodded, glancing at you.

"Well, I like your personality as well. And you actually play good for someone who barely plays." He said and you chuckled.

"Well, when you have to play with your brother constantly because it was his dream, you tend to get better." You joked and he chuckled again.

"It'd love to play with you again." He said and you scoffed.

"Yeah, to flirt with me again?" You asked in a teasing voice and he couldn't help but smirk at the comment, getting closer to you before leaning down.

"Do you want me too?" He asked and your face heated up once more before you spotted your bus in the corner of your eye. You quickly planted a kiss on his cheek before running off to your bus.

"Call me later!" You yelled before getting on the bus and K frowned before noticing the paper in his jacket, smiling as he put the number in his phone.

You watched from the bus as he happily skipped back to the dorms and smiled to yourself as well.

You definitely liked him the most now.

#falling into your smile #fiys #falling into your smile k #falling into your smile k x reader #falling into your smile x reader #fiys k x reader #fiys k #fiys x reader #k #k x reader #reader insert #x reader #request

[moontheoretist]

Glitches or not, this makes NPC feel real

People started talking recently that Gale's romance is glitchy. That a lot of non-male players didn't even notice because it felt real to us to be hit on a guy involuntarily and being asked to choose between him and others when we didn't even date him. To me, however, this glitch either never happened or I bypassed him. My male MC was very nice to Gale. They're both Wizards, they have their own world of magic to talk to about. But he never came onto him, at all. We had more or less flirty conversations sometimes, yes, but he never made me choose between him and Astarion. I guess I was just playing in a way that gave him the impression that my MC was interested a little bit, but not committed to that interest very much. He just helplessly pins.

Like, for example, I played Mystra's scene as a romantic one. I picked the line with a kiss and he liked it. But then the choices I made later, even though I never explicitly rejected him, affected his behavior.

I didn't feed him artifacts as if he was a starving man. Each time I waited till he asks for artifact first and gave it to him then. And only 1 per every ask he makes. So technically I only gave him 2 artifacts, because he only asked me twice, and the second time he asked, it already didn't work. He said it didn't sate the weave, asked for a time to think, and then next time we talked he told me to not give him more because it stopped working. He was listed during Grove Party scene as possible romance, and during the party I had more or less only suggestive dialogues, but I guess asking him if he likes belly rubs was less romantic than the other two options (I'm autistic, I assumed it was not romantic at all, he just told me his cat hates belly rubs, and I was like "well, if you were in her place would you like them?"). I was surprised that he misconstrued such a line as a flirting line, but he also said that it's a conversation for another time, and that was it. Then I went to Astarion and picked him when my MC went to sleep, they had their romantic night. Since then, Gale and my MC are in this state of going around each other in circles, because my MC devoted himself to Astarion pretty early on thanks to doing some stuff that skyrocketed Astarion's approval instantly (I was so shocked when he suddenly decided to breach the relationship topic, because I were so sure he hated my MC for being goody-two-shoes, but well, killing monster hunter gives you a huge boost), so now it kind of looks like Gale has feelings for my MC, but isn't brave enough to speak about it.

So from my perspective, his behavior is completely normal. And yet I hear that he hits on people when explicitly rejected, so there must be a glitch somewhere in the romance. It just never happened to me.

Also, as a person very well versed in game studies I feel like Gale acting like that is very interesting from a game design perspective, because it gives him agency and makes him feel real. Yes, it also makes people annoyed at him and reminds them of men in real life a little too much. I can understand that. In real life his behavior would creep me out, but because it's a game and because I apparently must have played my cards right, he just feels like a very responsive NPC and I feel like it's nice to see NPC behave as real people rather than waiting for player's input to do anything romantic at all.

Funnily though, Lae'zel hit on my MC on her own and I rejected her, because I play my MC as a gay man. She was not pleased but took it in stride. I didn't get the feeling she resents him. Then during Grove Party she made a reference to her confession by saying "What a pity I won't be able to taste you" and I was like... I laughed because it looked like she holds a grudge against him now xD

My approval with Shadowheart is the highest of all companions, and yet she never came at me, because my MC respected her boundaries and never asked her to reveal the secrets she had. He only asked when the situation forced him, but let Shadowheart get away with being cagey and not reveal anything, and that apparently made her feel safe around him to the point her approval is now on exceptional, and she still doesn't hit on him because I still didn't pick any options that would trigger drinking the wine at night cutscene. So she is my bestie now. We are two besties with dark secrets now, wohoo.

Karlach hit on my MC early, and I needed to turn her down, because damn, gay man right (I love her tho, I'm romancing her on another playthrough for sure). It's funny that my MC whom I play as gay man was hit on by exactly 3 people and none of them was Gale. He never explicitly hit on my MC. I just got dialogue options that were flirty, which indicated that there is an interest there from Gale. But maybe because I played early access and tried to romance him in then (I still remember people talking how hard it is to trigger his romance in EA. Funny that now it's too easy) I know which dialogues are considered more or less romantic and somehow avoided giving him false hope.

Edit:

Hilarious I just opened the game to check my approval ratings with all the companions and... Gale's approval isn't there xD Neither in the regular form nor in the numerical form in the detailed view.

I wonder if that's why my Gale behaved so normally xD

Update: It turned out his "normal behavior" was a bug too.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate gale #gale romance #game glitches #baldur's gate shadowheart #baldur's gate karlach #baldur's gate lae'zel #karlach romance #astarion romance #lae'zel romance #shadowheart romance #baldur's gate astarion

[devildomtales]

Encountering Eir

Part 2: Encountering Wrath continued from here. Obey Me! Fandom (my Masterlist) Characters: Satan & You (Gender Neutral) Word Count: 832 Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the Obey Me! Characters. These characters belong to the creators of the game.

You almost stood up and fled the scene of the angel flirting with Satan when the door slammed open and a familiar demon rushed in.

“Satan! Oh thank Diavolo! I need you! Please? I’m sure I followed the directions to the letter but somehow she is still orange!”

The lecture Satan was giving stopped and the little angel at his side echoed the last word, "Orange?

The demon pleading with Satan would normally have been a very fierce vision of demonic proportions. Where there weren’t horns adorining her skin she wore spikes. As Jewelry or to glam up her outfit. Her purple hair was a torrent of tightly snarled knots that managed to be both chaotic and stylish.

You had never seen her outside of RAD but the uniform never seemed to quite fit her comfortably. This attire fit the cheerful yet prickly demon quite effectively. What was her name? Eir? Yeah that was it. One of the human exchange students had pronounced it “heir.” That did not go over well.

Eir was in your spells group this semester and you were keenly aware of how devoted she was to her human girlfriend. She received message after message without fail all throughout every lecture. It had almost ended in disaster multiple times when the group was in the middle of a lab!

“Unholy hells, are you kidding?" Satan grumbled closing his book and gathering his things. "It should have worked!” His fingers drummed agitatedly on the book cover a moment before shoving it in his pack and adding, “I really hope you didn’t manage to make the curse worse?”

Eir bit her bottom lip looking chagrinned. It was a new look for her.

“No promises there.” You laughed quietly to yourself at the female demon’s reaction.

“I really just need you to take a look at her. Please? I swear I’ll make it up to you.” Eir pleaded.

“I’ll be over in a few minutes. Please, don’t try anything else before I get there?” Satan sighed before turning back to the angel at his shoulder.

As he did the second demon disappeared as suddenly as she had arrived. Banging the door wide open as she rushed out and letting in a breeze from outside.

The little cherub had started to look quite crestfallen during the exchange between the two demons. Their chance to flirt with the blonde intellectual demon brother was about to be snatched from their sparkly little fingers and—if it hadn’t meant you would be spared the display—you could have almost felt sorry for them.

You were as surprised as anyone when the Avatar of Wrath turned his attention back to them.

“It seems our discussion will need to be delayed. I apologize.” He pulled out a notepad and sketched something on it. “If you want to meet me here tomorrow around two? We can continue our little chat.”

The little angel was starting to glow. You could easily imagine seeing their wings fluttering as they peered at the slip of paper Satan offered them. “Do you—I mean—that isn’t too much trouble is it, Sir?”

As they reached for the paper, however, Satan drew it away keeping it just out of reach. They gave him a surprised look.

“Of course, if you would prefer to leave the textbooks at home? I do accept invitations that don’t involve studying.”

A lovely flush washed over the angelic face as Satan placed the paper in the palm of their hand.

A knowing smile teased his lips as he added, “Compatibility isn’t just a theory after all. It can be something we could… practice.”

You could hear the little angel gulp from across the room. Satan picked up his bag and followed his friend with the orange curse on her hands. And you realized as he left that you had crumpled the napkin you were holding. The hastily written notes had become smeared into unlegible marks in the meantime allowing ink to bleed onto your hands.

Despite all of your self-restraint, and your pride in evading conflict, the words slipped out of your mouth. “Damn, I wish…”

You gulped the rest of your iced coffee down making your eyes water and smearing blue ink all over the cup. You weren’t oblivious to the duo celebrating in the corner. Their third companion chittered a little about how ‘they shouldn’t get their hopes up when it came to a demon.’

The third angel was probably right, but still. If you had known that could be you? Would you have risked talking to Satan?

The cloudy disappointment that hung over you as you walked back to your dorm room wasn’t exactly an answer.

(comment if you want me to write more?)

#obey me #devildomtales #Satan #fanfiction #obey me fanfiction #Satan fanfiction #obey me Satan

[luckyqueenreign]

Hello dear!

Here comes the rant😆

What a heck I just read? FB for sure made some strange choices.

First of all - why we should twist with new boys? Mc should be sent home - like there literally was a text "if you single - you'd be dumped". Our theory about Finn and Kat twisting if MC single had much more sense!

Secondly. Suresh, dude, are you for real? Still playing games instead of showing everyone were you stand. And Lulu seems really sweet, how dare he to use her like that? I mean it was obvious she's his safe choice to stay but FB making him such an asshole? Why he didn't tell her "I can bring you but that'll be friendship couple cuz I only want MC"? For someone who's talking"i care about you, MC" he's definitely makes her life much more complicated!

Gabi. I tried to be civil, all right? Why she suddenly thinks she has to show how important she was for Suresh? He's literally told you "it wasn't anything serious for me" and your answer "I think it's a lie"?? Piss off, woman! You've been a rebound, a replacement of a real girlfriend. And your wants won't change the reality.

Alfie. Dude, why are you still trying talk to MC when she made it clear that you are friends, nothing more?? My MC even told you to couple up with Meera and was ready to go home. And now you bringing Meera back and all she's doing - making a show "we're such a power couple" and glaring at MC even though my MC has been telling "you are great together!" Arlo #2 much?? And now I read that she wants to dump MC?? Not cool. MC isn't to blame if you not confident enough in your couple, stop being a bitch!

My poor MC doesn't have any girlfriends on this circus! Please Lulu, you are the last hope for a true friendship!

Finn. Weeell. You giving me Noah vibes with your uncertainty. I have a feeling he fancies MC more then Kat but Kat is an easy option, you know? it's like under all his flirting and bravado he's not confident enough in himself to be with someone so gorgeous and cool like MC. I mean - dude literally said "you are out of my league" to MC...🤔 But maybe it's wishful thinking 😃

And Nicolas... OMG, he's just male version of Kat! I knew there was something about him and playing the game but damn! My girl had enough drama in her life and doesn't need more. I don't fancy men who loves stirring the pot... Now I have even more doubts about him. I don't see him in solid couple with a girl if she's serious and not in all this drama/playing games. But he's definitely a good option make Suresh jealous 😆

Welp... At this point I don't even mind taking money and never seeing those people again 😆 but we'll see new islanders. Maybe FB will give us a dependable guy (maybe an old friend of MC who's always been in love with her and hated Suresh for hurting his favourite girl??)

First - YES!! This made NO SENSE the text said single islanders would be DUMPED and then wait NOT U MC! ur special! No we're not! U literally drag us through the mug every fucking episode

Second- babe thats not suresh...idk who that is but its not him. because the man that said all that stuff to us before he left for casa wouldnt be choosing grandma Lulu who he literally has no spark with over us.

Third - Gabi doesnt seem to understand that one sided relationships exist. One person can like another person more than the other. Sorry babe but this happens more often than not...just because he was around doesnt mean he was around.

Fourth - I personally didnt get the vibe that he was trying it on MC I got more friend vibes from him, but maybe that's how I played it. Meera was being such a bitch that I can't wait for me to not go home next week, but to rub it in her face that her bestie is tho

Fifth - I low-key loved Noah 2.0 and If I find out something shady happened between Gabi/Suresh on that terrace rooftop im jumping ship to Finn so fucking fast.

sixth - idk im getting the ick from Nicolas 🫣 hes too much with the gossip and drama he seems more into that than MC. and saying he needed to fake their connection 🙄 thats a no for me dog.

im staying on the suresh route until it becomes even more obvious that there is none left and then will be jumping ship to Finn.

#litg ask #litg rant

[expired-monster-craft-smp]

Blooming Panic hcs because I have literal brain rot but barely any of these are serious and you can tell who are my favs

Xyx

- has no idea what a grilled cheese sandwich is

- like you and Toasty were talking about having them for lunch or something and he goes “what the fuck is a grilled cheese sandwich. Do you,,,,do you grill two slices of cheese and eat it???? Is it just burnt cheese?????”

- you and Toasty are confused too but not with the same thing

- “YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A GRILLED CHEESE IS???????” “no?????” “ARENT YOU A GROWN MAN YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS”

- despite being a lawyer, he doesn’t actually know a lot of basic things

- “wdym I cant put white clothes and coloured clothes in the washer together, they’re both clothes” “…how are you almost 30”

- the eyeliner he’s wearing is actually the same eyeliner he applied 2 years ago

- you know how some ppl go for the crusty emo look?? Yeah, he perfected it

- has never been in the closet, he came out the second he knew so he could make even more jokes

- he wears a fairly large shoe size so he constantly says shit like “well u know what they say about men with big feet😏” “Xyx I’m in the middle of a raid SHUT THE FUCK UP”

- dislikes ham for no reason in particular, he just thinks it’s weird

- used to play the knife game a lot. Like a concerning amount

- hates hair gel cause it makes his hair Crunchy but he has to clean up nicely for work so he sits there and wants to wash his hair so bad but he can’t cause then he just has a weird mullet thing

- has a tongue piercing

- even though he uses “lawyer” words and makes lawyer puns constantly, no one knew his career until he outright told them

- “yeah so im a lawyer” “YOURE A WHAT?? HOW ?!??” “WHO THE FUCK USES THE WORDS PERJURY AND LIBEL IN NORMAL CONVERSATIONS???” “IDK ONION??” “okay fair u got me with that one”

- because only you and Toasty (started having voice calls after Xyx shared his face) have heard his voice, no one else in the server has any idea he’s Not American so they assume he’s American

- likes fairy bread. Like a lot. Maybe too much.

- no literally sometimes it’s all he eats for days. Every single meal it’s just. Fairy bread.

- he flusters so easy whenever someone is being genuine like you can say you want to peg him or smthin and he’ll flirt right back but if you tell him you want to cup his face oh so gently and kiss him slowly he breaks

- well actually if you say you wanna peg him he’ll probably get flustered too but ignore that

- he’s double jointed

- eats whipped cream right out of the can

- has extra teeth from when he was younger and his teeth are also Very Sharp

- makes fun of Toasty for having a peanut allergy

- “I thought u were fruity Toast, why can’t u handle nut?“ “for the love of god please stop” “…do u need to bring an epipen when u suck someone off” “STOP OMG WHAT IS WITH U TODAY” “wdym I’m like this everyday”

- always uses the perfect amount of cologne it’s terrifying, it’s never too much or too little

- got his appendix removed and needed his tonsils removed too but he wanted to keep them so they had to sedate him

- he was Not pleased

NakedToaster

- as implied earlier, they are allergic to peanuts

- he thinks they’re gross anyways so he doesn’t care really

- forgets that they’re really tall sometimes and smacks his head on shit constantly

- “hey, have you seen m- FUCKING SHIT. OW” “…u good???” “Yea sorry I threw my noggin’ into my doorframe again”

- references vines to an unhealthy extent. Even the rare ones that only he seems to know about

- they say the reference out loud and laugh but since no one else knows it they think they’ve just gone fucking crazy

- “ya know, like that one vine?” “No, no we don’t know”

- likes cheez-its but only after 1 am

- half Polish, 1/4 Estonian, 1/4 Russian

- why? Because they look so slavic it hurts and because I said so, fuck you

- likes cheese so fucking much it’s actually disgusting

- lactose intolerant

- only instrument he knows how to play is the fucking accordion but he doesn’t want to admit that so they just say they don’t know how to play any instruments

- avid reptile enjoyer, active amphibian hater

- stoner

- it just makes him feel weightless and warm and dizzy in such a good way so they smoke often but they prefer edibles, especially sweet ones

- gets super soft spoken and cuddly and sweet when high like the best way I can describe it is like subspace and it’s the cutest thing the World

- fairly good singer, often does little duets with Xyx when it’s late and they’re both inebriated in some way

- little spoon (I’m right about this)

- will wear the cat ears he bought as a joke for $20 or more

- probably plays League and mains Machine Herald

- “haha funny machine Russian man says the funny machine Russian man things that’s so silly of him”

- easiest person to fluster, you can say anything to them and he will turn bright red and stutter

- “your hair looks so cute today toasty :)” “hhhhhhhhthank u…”

- favourite drink is apple juice or warm apple cider

- actually has three monitors not two but the third one is only used to display a picture of big Marty at all times

- first time you saw it you broke down laughing and worried him because you looked like you weren’t properly breathing

- they probably have asthma

- got pneumonia once because he was too focused on final fantasy to take care of himself

- Toasty is actually autistic, this is true they told me himself

Quest

- can be worse than even Xyx when it comes to dirty jokes, but most of the time he doesn’t even realize he made such jokes

- puts someone random in the JAIL role every Tuesday depending on how badly behaved you are during the week in the server

- Xyx and Nightowl get this role the most

- likes to paint on skin like he really enjoys painting things like landscapes on someone’s forearm or back or stomach

- has accidentally drunk paint water several times

- whenever he gets a cut or he’s bleeding somewhere, he sucks all the blood off and thinks its a little bit tasty

- “no wonder I get so many mosquito bites, I taste delicious :^D” “what did u just type…”

- hates graham crackers for literally no reason

- takes gym mirror pics and sends them in general chat because everyone thinks he’s really hot

- even BIGLADY keysmashes over the pics

- Quest knows what he’s doing with those okay, but he likes to act completely oblivious

“[pic sent] finished my workout for today! :^) a bit sweaty but feeling pretty good” “ALSJSJSHSHS daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.” “???? I know I’m like the server dad but what does that have to do with this??”

- good at poker, absolute garbage at blackjack

- only one other than Xyx to beat Onion at chess

- likes celery because of how crunchy it is he just munches on it all day long practically

- the other sever members make fun of him for it because they do not particularly favour celery

- his glasses are always so dirty

- doesn’t drink all that often but when he does it’s almost guaranteed he’ll get blackout drunk. Why?

- he’s a fucking lightweight. And it’s kinda sad how little it takes for him to get absolutely fucking hammered

- thinks fish are very interesting

- likes frogs :)

- this has lead to arguments between him and Toasty, the resident amphibian hater

- “frogs are awesome!! Theyre so cute and little!!” “Are u prepared to die for those opinions? Because frogs are dogshit and I stand by that” “@NakedToaster has been timed out for 5 hours”

- will have quiet/silent calls with Nightowl with some quiet lofi music in the background where Quest does his work and Nightowl does him homework

- Quest loves lofi music and I will die on this hill

- throughly enjoys building 3D models of things

- probably the reason half the server has a praise kink and it’s completely by accident

- somehow always wins at Rock Paper Scissors??? No one knows how he does it

Nightowl

- has mild deuteranomaly (red green colourblindness type where they can usually see most shades of green)

- it’s not usually an issue though tbh and it doesn’t come up much for him in his day to day life

- hates apples and but loves apple slices

- uses kid toothpaste because he hates minty toothpaste

- used to have braces and would change the colour of the bands literally every appointment

- sucks at chess but dominates at checkers like he’s so fucking good at checkers

- has eaten a glass marble once and hasn’t seen it since

- has hundreds of tiktok drafts and most of them are thirst traps

- once super glued his hand to a wall and the fire department was in fact called

- has bpd but has never gotten treatment because he doesn’t know what it is and his mom talks shit about mental health stuff so he never even thought about going to therapy

- owns an Xbox 360 and plays it frequently

- has a massive scar on his thigh from attempting and failing at climbing a tree when he was younger

- is the reason why there is a “horny jail” role on the server

- listens to Kpop and tries to get the others into it the way Toasty tries to get ppl to play final fantasy

- tried sharpening his teeth with a nail file before and his dentist has been suspicious of him ever since

- “your teeth look sharper than they did the last time you were here” “haha that’s crazy…anyway-“ “🤨”

- has dyed his hair every colour of the rainbow but eventually got too tired of the upkeep and stopped

- his favourite snack are gushers

- has an Instagram account where he posts his art and has like 200K+ followers on it

- he wants an eyebrow piercing so bad but thinks it would look weird on him but the second that anyone would suggest it he would cave immediately and get one

- likes bang energy drinks, favourite is the cotton candy flavour

- has mixed bang with vodka once and lets just say he never did it again

- surprisingly steady hands

- really good with kids!!! He loves them so so much and they love him back!!! Used to babysit for family friends and family

- kind of a picky eater

- likes to dip his fingers in candle wax to make a little wax tower and then when it gets to be pretty tall he pops it off, lets it melt, and does it again

- he’s god at math but he’s kinda bad at reading because he’s severely dyslexic

- wears gold shimmer eyeshadow and puts on eyeliner everyday no matter what

- uses tone tags and has learned to ask for clarification when he’s confused about the tone of a sever message

#blooming panic xyx #blooming panic #bp xyx #blooming panic toasty #bp toasty #blooming panic nightowl #blooming panic quest #bp nightowl #bp quest #blooming panic hcs #bp hcs #xyx #toasty

[justauthoring]

Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine. 

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence. 

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week. 

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t. 

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade. 

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys. 

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes. 

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq imagine #hq x reader #hq hcs #haikyuu hcs #aoba Johsai #aoba johsai x reader #seijoh #seijoh imagine #seijoh x reader #seijoh x manager #seijoh manager #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa issei x reader #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki takahiro x reader #oikawa tooru imagine #iwaizumi hajime imagine #matsukawa issei imagine #hanamaki takahiro imagine

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

#nevertheless: wishful thinking #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #eric smut #eric scenarios #eric imagines #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #eric sohn scenarios #eric sohn smut #eric sohn imagines #eric x reader smut #eric x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader

[frostedfaves]

Naive (2)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You quickly discover that Wanda is different during the night.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, mental manipulation, smut: oral, fingering, overstimulation, edging, penetration, sex toy use, dom/sub dynamics, biting, slapping(? just a lil)

A/N: no more thoughts except please share your own after reading this! writing this slutty shit kept me sane today so enjoy

Previous part

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To your surprise and relief that eventually transformed into disappointment, Wanda didn’t make an appearance at all for the rest of the week. You spent each shift for the next few days anticipating her return, watching for her over the heads of shorter customers and through the shelves on your way in and out of the bookstore. You were starting to think that she was simply passing through your town and you were just lucky enough to cross paths with her.

“Hi there.”

“Wanda!” you yelp after looking up from your phone hidden behind the register, clearing your throat as you tuck it in your pocket. “Um, can I get you anything?”

“I’m surprised you remember me,” she laughs. “I’m sure you get hundreds of customers a day.” 

“You left a lasting impression,” you admit before you can stop yourself and she grins.

“So did you.”

There’s a brief pause before she adds your name to the end of her sentence with a flicker of something unrecognizable in her eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. Not knowing what else to do with yourself, you go to ask again what she’d like in the same moment she places a bottle of water on the counter.

“I got a really good recommendation the last time I was here, and I’d like to have it again.”

“Coming right up.” You ring up the exact same order, letting your gaze wander to her hand again as she inserts her card. “I never got to tell you how much I love your rings.”

“What?” She lifts her hand after removing her card and chuckles breathlessly. “Oh yeah, thanks.”

A frown appears on your features when you notice the way she grabs the receipt from you, almost as if she’s actively avoiding brushing fingers with you in the same way she did during her last visit. You’re able to replace the frown with a customer service smile, but you can’t shake the feeling that you experienced rejection before even posing a question. 

“I’ll bring it out to you soon,” you tell her before moving to the glass case, grabbing the food items and frowning again when you find her staring at you from the other side. “Is there something else I can get you?”

“What time do you get off today?” she asks in a rushed fashion.

“What?”

“I mean do you have any plans when your shift is done? I meet people all day long and you’re the first person that I’ve wanted to have a conversation with that lasts longer than a few minutes,” she explains a bit slower. 

“I only have an hour left,” you tell her as you slide her food into the oven. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe you could show me what fun things I could get into in this area. I’m a bit further away, Lane County, but I’m starting to enjoy it here more.”

“Well there’s a fair happening on the other side of town, if you don’t mind a long bus ride. I’m guessing you don’t since you live in Lane and you somehow ended up here.”

“Oh, I have a car.” She holds up her car keys with a grin and you laugh.

“Well then…” You pause and look over the counter to see that she’s wearing pants today. “I hope you’re not afraid of rollercoasters.”

-

Aside from the occasional flirting when you have no customers, Wanda waits patiently at the same table as before, standing and joining you the moment you reappear on the other side of the counter without your apron. Her rings are tucked away again, and she dares to brush her knuckles against yours as the two of you leave the bookstore.

“Let me get that for you,” she insists, jogging ahead of you to open the car door and you laugh.

“Is this a date? Should I be nervous right now?” you ask in a joking tone, well aware that you’re genuinely wondering.

“Only if you want it to be.”

You take a deep breath while she crosses to the driver’s side, offering her a casual smile once she’s seated next to you. She denies your request to give her the address, insisting that she’ll be able to follow your directions better instead of admitting that she just wants to hear your voice as much as possible. So you lead her to the expansive fairgrounds on the other side of town, feeling excitement build in your heart the closer you get to your destination.

“This place must hold some memories for you,” Wanda acknowledges your wide grin as she parks.

“No, I just haven’t been in a while,” you admit as you both get out of the car. “Friends are too busy and I try to avoid nighttime bus rides as much as possible.”

“You know, I don’t mind giving you rides at night. I’m well aware that public transportation isn’t the safest form of travel.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that! You live too far.”

“Okay then.” Wanda meets you near the fair entrance and grabs your hand, sliding her fingers between yours. “I won’t give you the chance to ask.”

The two of you are latched onto each other, fingers intertwined the whole night aside from being secured on rides or bathroom trips. You’re walking into the games area, each holding a drink when you suddenly pull Wanda over to a booth. 

“Sorry, I just saw that huge giraffe and wanted to try to win it!” you explain as you release her hand to grab a ticket from your pocket. “Can you hold my drink?”

While your back is turned, Wanda sets both drinks on a nearby table and slips her rings onto her hands, returning just in time for you to finish the game. She hands your drink back to you carefully and reaches out to grab the small stuffed toy you’re offered, brushing her fingers against the attendant’s hand as she did so.

“She wants the giraffe,” she threatens, retreating with a pleased smile when he immediately pulls it down for you. “Thank you!”

“How did you do that?!” you question as she hands it to you. “I mean thank you so much, but wow. I’ve never seen anyone give in so easily.”

“I’ve spent most of my life figuring out how to get what I want, love,” she tells you in a low tone, and a shiver travels down your spine when her hand makes contact with your hip. “What do you think about getting out of here?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you agree quietly, starting to feel as if every other thought that enters your mind is incoherent. “Where do you want to go?”

“I’m taking you home.”

You assume she followed up on her word because you find yourself outside of your apartment building, and her hand closes around your wrist before you can leave the car.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

“Me too,” you admit, unable to prevent the smile that appears. “I guess this means you’re interested in more than friendship with me.”

“Is it that obvious?” She chuckles quietly as she raises her free hand to your jaw, watching you silently fall against her palm. “I’d bet you’d be a wonderful partner. My best girl.”

“I’d be so good for you,” you reply without hesitation, beginning to feel fuzzy and warm the longer she holds onto you.

“Yeah?” 

Your wrist drops onto the center console as the hand that isn’t resting on your jaw slips under the elastic waistband of your pants and underwear. You gasp when her fingertips begin teasing your entrance, bucking your hips slightly when you feel pressure on your clit.

“Wanda--”

“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” she assures you, slipping her thumb between your parted lips and grinning when they close around her without a fight. “I want to see how good you can be for me.”

She uses her middle finger to stroke slowly over your clit, eyes flickering over to your hips occasionally as they follow her movements. Her thumb slips further into your mouth, and your eyes flutter open when her ring touches your lips and a new sensation follows.

“You’re fine,” she soothes you when you let out a muffled whimper, sighing when she notices a group of people turn the corner at the end of the block and begin heading your way. “Let’s go inside. I don’t need an audience.”

Her fingers are removed from your underwear and in her mouth in seconds, and she practically growls as she cleans the bit of mess you left behind. You hurry out of the car and lead Wanda to your apartment, even in your haze able to remember to get her inside before Ruth sees you. In a few blinks, she’s hovering over you on the bed, and just when you think you can’t handle any more overwhelming sensations, she kisses you.

It’s breathtaking, quite literally you feel air leaving your lungs as if she’s stealing it herself. Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut and the grip she has on your waist is almost painful, but you can’t bring yourself to complain when she’s guiding you to grind on her thigh. Her lips are replaced with two of her fingers as she begins making her way down your body, carefully undressing you with her free hand and biting and kissing the skin she exposes.

“You’re unbearably wet,” she comments from between your legs, dipping her tongue inside you while stroking yours with her fingertips and humming loudly so you’ll arch into her more. “So fucking good.”

Her tongue is replaced with her fingers, and she begins slowly pumping in and out of you while sucking on your clit just to get a reaction. She grabs your hands as they go for her hair and hold them together by the wrists, readjusting so that her thumb can circle your clit when she pulls her head away.

“Being good means not touching unless I tell you to,” she scolds.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize breathlessly through moans as she picks up her pace while adding another finger.

“You’ll have plenty of time to learn. I’ve decided to make you mine.” She continues to finger you as she brings herself back over you, ignoring your gasp when you notice her darkened eyes and pinning your hands above your head. “I can’t wait to make it official.”

Her head dips down and you fall over the edge just as she sucks your earlobe into her mouth, thrusting into you forcefully as she continues you fuck you well past the end of your orgasm while her other hand pushes your pinned wrists into the mattress as hard as she can. You’re just about to cum again when she pulls away entirely, quickly unzipping her pants and freeing a toy she had tucked away.

“That’s really big,” you comment with wide eyes that immediately flutter closed when she pushes the head of the toy inside you. “Fuck.”

“Watch your mouth,” she warns you with a quick slap on your cheek, lowering her hand to hold onto your neck just below your jaw while thrusting into you more. “If it’s so big, why is my pussy swallowing it so easily?”

“Because I want it,” you whine, releasing a loud moan when she slams her hips against yours. “Please please please, I want it.”

“I know you do, love.”

Her other hand pins your wrist against the mattress again as she leans forward and begins fucking into you as hard as she can. She slips her thumb back into your mouth to reduce your screams to muffled whines, grinning to herself when you sink your teeth into her flesh a few times.

“Begging for something you can’t even handle,” she teases, prying your mouth open with her thumb as she lowers her head closer to yours. “Perhaps we should start over.”

She waits until you start to cum and slips her tongue into your waiting mouth, and everything goes dark.

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