#when the speed kicks in i go to the store for nothing

[seventeenficsformalereader]

Falling ; Hyunjin

M/N moves to a new apartment, but soon notices that weird things start to happen, and even more weird people began to appear in the apartment building

Warnings: Bad language, mentions blood

Genre: Fluff

Probably a part 1, but idk if I will ever write a part 2 😔🫶

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November 13, 9:20 AM

M/N sighed as he set his luggage down on the ground and pulled out his phone. He had to check if this was the right address before opening snapchat to check the pin code to the door. M/N typed the code in the tiny silver box and it made a ping sound before the door opened for itself. M/N took his suitcase and stepped into the building. The door closed behind him and based on the sound, it locked.

M/N walked to the reception and looked around to see if there was anyone to give him the key. He had found this apartment through some random person on snapchat. M/N was in need of a new place after his ex kicked M/N out of their "shared apartment". M/N wasn't even upset anymore about it.

Anyway, M/N was now pretty happy with his life. No disgusting and toxic partner, no annoying or bossy parents, no nothing. Just himself and no one to tell him what to do anymore.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a man clearing his throat. The man has glasses with chains hanging from them. He is dressed rather fancily and he has black gloves on and some piercing eyes. M/N was pretty intimidated by his sharp eyes, but tried to not let it bother him. M/N saw a name tag on the mans clothing. 'Christopher Bang'.

"May I help you?" He asked and waved a hand in front of M/N's face to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, yes. I need my apartments key. I was told that I could get it from you" M/N said politely and smiled softly. The man stared at him for a long time before turning to his computer "Name?" He asked "M/N L/N"

The man seemed to type something on his computer before nodding "Alright. Welcome to my building. Remember to behave well and have the best time living here" He announced as he gave the key to M/N. He thanked and took his suitcase and then left to find his apartment. He didn't have any furniture, but he was also told that it would be furnished already. M/N can just decorate on his own when he gets enough money to actually do so.

M/N found his apartment. "218" M/N said to himself and inserted the key in the keyhole. Suddenly someone grabbed M/N's arm, making him jump and drop the key accidentally "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was on my way to go downstairs when I saw you. Are you a new neighbor? Or are you trying to rob this place? Where did you get a key? Is this an ambush? Are the aliens finally taking over the planet?? I knew it!" The man kept asking and rambling and M/N had no idea what was happening "I'm sorry, what?" M/N said and picked up the key.

"I'm Yang Jeongin" The man said and reached out his hand to shake M/N's hand. Before M/N even had the chance to shake Jeongin's hand, he had already pulled it away and began to talk at the speed of light again. M/N had no idea what he was saying so M/N just nodded along.

Jeongin began to walk away, probably downstairs as he said while talking to himself and M/N sighed in relief and opened his apartments door. He stepped in and closed the door behind him to prevent weird people like Jeongin getting in his apartment. M/N looked around and saw a tiny room that appeared to be a living room and a kitchen in the same room. M/N looked into another room and saw a small bedroom with a bed, bedside table and a closet. M/N found the bathroom and thought it looked pretty nice. M/N set his bag and suitcase down and sat on the couch. "Not bad." He thought.

M/N felt kinda hungry, but since he didn't have any food yet, he decided to set all his things down and try to find a store nearby where he could possibly get food from. He was hungry for some ramen and beef. M/N stood up and opened his suitcase. He left it open on his bed and quickly emptied his backpack that he was carrying around on his back all this time. He was planning on taking it with him so he doesn't have to carry the food he brings in his hands.

M/N took his key and left his apartment, making sure the door is locked firmly before leaving. As he walked to the elevator that he was now allowed to use due to actually living there, someone else walked in too. A man who was pretty short compared to M/N, but he looked buff. Probably goes to the gym. His height is somewhat ridiculous compared to M/N's. No doubt he could beat the shit out of M/N. "Why am I so interested in this strangers life? I have my own now. Focus, M/N" He thought to himself. The man looked at M/N.

"You're not from here, are you?" He asked and M/N got a bit straddled at the man speaking. Um, No. I'm from (choose a random place)" M/N answered quietly, hoping that this man wouldn't be as weird as the other one he met in the hallway. Jeongin, was it? Doesn't matter. "I'm Changbin" He said and shook M/N's hand in a friendly way. M/N was shocked that there was actually a normal human being in this place.

Of course this conversation didn't last long due to the elevator stopping at the second floor. "Why did it stop here? Is someone else coming here?" M/N thought. The elevator door opened and a silence fell over the whole elevator as a man stepped in. He was dressed like he would attend a traditional wedding soon. One problem, this man smelled like a corpse, and M/N had to hold his breath so he wouldn't gag, or even worse, puke from the smell. "Fucking hell" M/N thought but soon the elevator stopped at the first floor and M/N ran out the elevator as fast as possible.

November 13, 4:55 PM

M/N had finished eating his ramen and he had bought dessert from the store. He was now eating ice cream and watching TV from the small TV in the living room. M/N was caught up in a TV show so much that he didn't notice the time passing so quickly. It would soon be 5 PM and M/N hasn't even started unpacking his suitcase at all. M/N decided to turn off the TV and get to work. He stood up and went to his bedroom where he found his suitcase still open and all his clothes and some other stuff were still in place.

It took Johan an hour to unpack everything and it would take another hour for him to put the bed sheets on, organize his clothes in the closet and more stuff he has to do. M/N sighed and began to work.

~TIME SKIP~

M/N had fallen asleep at some point. He wasn't sure how or when but he found himself laying on the bed with a video playing on his phone next to him. It was some long stream where someone plays Minecraft. M/N wasn't sure who the streamer was, but he couldn't care any less than he already did. M/N yawned and looked at the time. 3:33 AM. M/N groaned in frustration, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any sleep anymore.

He stood up and went to the kitchen and turned on the lights on the way there, not wanting to be in the darkness at this hour. M/N went to the window and was about to shut the blinds, when suddenly something caught his attention. A red haired man was seen from his window, and he was standing behind M/N. He got scared and quickly turned around, but saw nobody. M/N took a deep breath and quickly turned back around, not seeing the man in the window anymore either. M/N sighed, thinking it was his imagination.

He shut the blinds and went to the kitchen to get some water for himself, when he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the hallway. He flinched and turned his head towards the door. He was now breathing heavier and he was more scared than ever.

M/N slowly approached the door and began to unlock it. M/N opened the door slowly, only to be met by something completely different than the place he remembered. The walls were twisted and painted with different colors, the floor was unstable and curvy and the doors were on the roof and on the walls upside down and even on the floor. M/N got scared, but decided to step out of his apartment.

November 15 8:35 AM

I haven't been sleeping nor eating. I don't what has happened. All I've been doing is stare at my hands that were covered in a red substance. I was crying, my hands shaking, my clothes dirty and stained with the red blood. My legs had given up on me, I couldn't stand even if I wanted to. I was breathing heavily and I could swear that I hear my breathing getting louder every second I take a deep breath. I looked away from my hands and at the floor. I wasn't in my apartment for sure. II looked around and saw a clock on the wall. There were no numbers on it, just a blank white clock that ticked louder and louder. I hear footsteps from behind me.

It was that same man from before. Changbin? Maybe. He stopped and stared at me. "Welcome. You are one of us now." He whispered before continuing to walk into the dark abyss. I wasn't sure what was at the other end of the long and dark hallway in font of me, but I didn't want to know. Some things are just better to remain unknown. I got up. With some power left in my body I began to walk to the other direction until I fell. I caught myself with my hands right before I hit the ground and then stood up, feeling a bit embarrassed, because the receptionist saw it. "Are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded.

The blood on my hands and clothes had vanished, but I wasn't wearing my clothes anymore. I was wearing fully white. It was a suit. I looked around and saw the same old lobby of my apartment building that I saw before when I came here in the first place.

I was thinking that I am going crazy. Until I saw the same red haired man. He was sitting still, eating an apple and just staring at me with empty eyes. I stared back, not knowing what else to do. He smiled and set his arms down and stood up, the apple falling from his hands and rolling down the stairs and stopping right in front of me.

The man began to walk down the stairs too and when I tried to back away, My back hit a wall that definitely wasn't this close to me before. I took a deep breath and got ready for anything that the man might do. But he didn't do anything bad, he just took the apple, blew on it and then ate more. He looked at me and smiled. "Are you the new one?" He asked with a hot and deep, sexy voice. I couldn't help but to nod only, my ability to speak long gone.

The man smiled and introduced himself. "My name is Hwang Hyunjin. Pleasure to meet you, M/N" He said and I was shocked. "How do you know my name?" I asked, a bit scared about the situation. "I know every little thing about you." He whispered and smiled mischievously. I felt something slip into my pocket and I reached my hand to get it. I took out a note and opened it. It said "Come to the roof tonight" And at the end of it was a winky face. I sighed and looked up, only to see the man being gone.

I was so confused. Where is the blood from earlier? Where are my keys? Where's my apartment? What is this place? Is this a dream or a reality? I didn't have answers to any of these questions and I felt frustrated by it. I looked at Christopher. The man from the reception. I walked to him "What is happening?" I yelled at him and took him by the collar. I felt an aggressive need to yell at something and he just looked like one to yell at. However, he just smiled and stood up, pushing my hands softly away "You're one of us now. You can't really explain it. You can't even begin to understand it yet." He said and smiled "Why can't I get out?" I asked and began to calm down

"You're not allowed to. He'll get mad if you try." Christopher explained and I was dumbfounded "He? Who's he?" I asked but Christopher shut down the reception and I got annoyed "What the hell".

November 15, 1.00 AM

I looked at the note that the red haired man had left me before. I looked at yhe staircase after. The staircase that would take me to the rooftop. I sigh and begin to walk up the stairs. I got to the door and sighed. I opened the door and saw the same red haired man standing at the edge. He seemed to be in his own thoughts. I decided to just look at him and not make a sound. Maybe I could get away from this. I thought that maybe I should just go until I heard him talk.

"Rude for you to not talk to me when you see me" He said and turned around. He walked to me and I looked up at him "What do you want me to do? This whole place is full of lunatics." I said annoyed and Hyunjin smiled "You've become one" He said and took my hand. "Let me show you something" Hyunjin added and began to walk at the edge of the building. I followed him and when we made it to the edge, I felt him pull me up on the railing. I got frightened and immediately tried to get down "This is dangerous!" I said and grasped his arm tightly, scared that if I let go i'll fall down. Hyunjin just chuckled and took a step forward. He didn't fall. He stayed floating. I look at Hyunjin and my eyes widen "H-How are you- w-what..." I look at Hyunjin and let out a scream as he pulled me with him. But I didn't fall either. I was floating. It felt so weird to stand without standing on anything literally.

"P-Put me down. This is so freaky" I said and tried to pull myself away from Hyunjin but he kept holding me close "You're special... You know that, right?" Hyunjin said and I looked up at him "What do you mean?" I asjed and looked up at him. That's when I saw him smiling. His smile is pretty but also kind of scary since he himself is pretty scary. I took a deep breath and looked ahead at the beautiful scenery of the city full of lights. People walking down at the ground in groups and some alone. It looked beautiful. I took in the scenery and then looked back at Hyunjin who still hasn't responded. Why am I special?

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[enchanting-grom-fright]

did u know

#i don’t know when i but i’m taller it must be something in the water #i grew up here til it all went up in flames except the notches in the door frame #my recurring dream i’m at the movies i don’t remember what i’m seeing the screen turns into a tidal wave #when the speed kicks in i go to the store for nothing #the house where u lived with snow white i wonder if she ever though the storybook tiles on the roof were too much #the drugstores r open all night the only real reason i moved to the east side #and here everyone knows ur the way to my heart hear so many stories of u at the bar #either i’m careless or i wanna get caught #i can’t open and forget how to talk bcs even if i could wouldn’t know where to start wouldn’t know where to stop #close my eyes fantisize three clicks and i’m home #when i get back i’ll lay around then i’ll get up and lay back down #i know i know i know #like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore not even the burnouts r out here anymore #either way we’re not alone i’ll find a new place to be from a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my #friends no i’m not afraid to disappear the billboard said the end is here i turned around there was nothing there yea ig the end is here #and now my feet can’t touch the bottom of u #of somebody who loves u more #so i will wait for the next time u want me like a dog with a bird at ur door #and there’s something i’m supposed to say but i can’t remember what it is #and if and if i could give u the moon i would give u the moon #u r sick and ur married and u might be dying #i would do anything for u i would do anything i will do anything #laying down on the lawn i’m tired of trying to get in the house i’m thinking out loud #i’ve been playing dead my whole life #i hate ur mom i hate it when she opens her mouth it’s amazing to me how much u can say when u don’t know what ur talking abt #i feel something when i see u #bcs i don’t know what i want until a fuck it up #i’ll climb through the window again but rn it feels good not to stand #day off in kyoto got bored at the temple looked around at the 711 the band took the speed train to the arcade i wanted to go but i didnt #called me from a pay phone they still got pay phones it cost a dollar a minute

[kyeomsense]

svt maknae line’s reaction to surprise kisses

as promised, the maknae line version! (albeit way overdue)

svt x gn!reader, all fluff

wc: ~700

read the hyung line ver

minghao

he doesn’t expect the feeling of your soft lips on his bare shoulder as he lays in bed, lazily glossing over the lines in his new book. he lays the book to rest and hums softly as you try to play it off as if you’re asleep. when you don’t budge after the first few nudges and inquiries, he settles for pressing a quick kiss onto your lips and turning away. when you scramble to meet his lips again, he simply pretends he’s asleep and gives you a taste of your own medicine. you spend the rest of the night whining and giggling as he peppers kisses across your face.

mingyu

you creep up on him while he’s distracted and manning the grill during a camping trip. per the demand of jeonghan’s dare, you press a chaste kiss onto mingyu’s neck, just below his ear. you dash off before he gets the chance to react, but you can imagine his reaction when seungcheol and jeonghan are erupting in laughter at how red he goes. he returns the favor when you two are alone by the fire pit, pulling you into his lap and leaving tender kisses all along your neck as payback. (he makes sure there’s at least two marks for you to cover up in the morning)

seokmin

he’s in the grocery store, staring at the varying options of ramen trying to figure out which ones you’d like more. you walk up behind him and peek at the two options he’s holding in his hands. as you give your input, you turn his face and kiss his nose gently before speeding off with the cart as if nothing happened. he’s stuck frozen in place for a good twenty seconds before he snaps back into reality and chases after you, his loud, pouty voice echoing through the aisles. when he catches you, he whines with a flushed face about how you should at least kiss him properly if you’re going to do it.

seungkwan

as you’re affectionately cuddled up next to him watching a kdrama, you notice his eyelids growing heavy. you manage to sneak in a kiss on his temple, causing him to jump slightly before grumbling about how you scared him. he pulls you in closer and presses a kiss of his own onto your temple as well. the two of you spend the rest of the night sweetly exchanging kisses and keeping warm in each other’s arms until you’re both lulled to sleep by the soft hum of the voices on TV

vernon

while he’s lost in his own world, headphones on over both his ears and attention completely focused on his phone, you strut in front of him. he doesn’t notice at all, too engaged in whatever he was watching. feeling particularly bold, you take his chin in your hand, lean down, and press a firm kiss onto his lips. as you walk away, his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to sappy and he follows after you. he encircles you in his arms from behind when he finds you and rests his chin on your shoulder, mumbling something about how he loves you and about how you two should kiss more.

chan

he’s animatedly talking to seungkwan and vernon when you press a quick kiss onto his cheek. the movement makes him stop mid-sentence as he swivels his head to find you. by then, you’re speedwalking off, but still in his line of sight. he pauses his conversation with the two as they begin laughing at his sudden urgency. you scramble when you hear heavy, fast footsteps behind you, but you’re eventually tackled with a hug from chan. he leaves kisses from your forehead down to the base of your neck, scolding you for ‘embarrassing him in front of his friends’. you laughter echoes through the halls as you reciprocate his affection with kisses of your own.

a/n: finally done with this~ school has been kicking my ass lately but now that it's over i have plenty of time to write :D

#svt fluff #svt x reader #svt drabbles #minghao x reader #minghao fluff #seokmin fluff #seokmin x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu x reader #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #lee chan x reader #lee chan fluff

[bagofshinyrocks]

Snow Angels... Kinda

Prompt: Simon is sent outside to shovel the snow from the driveway, and the little one joins him. Whether or not he's of help to his dad is another matter entirely. [Requested by @ertepla]

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Spouse!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: expletives

Simon was usually the monument of speed and efficiency. Grocery store runs were completed in less than ten minutes, didn’t even need to call you for clarification. Could get dressed in all his winter attire in about 2 minutes, starting in pajamas and ending in what you called a tactical marshmallow. And the snow in the driveway stood no chance once he whipped out the shovel.

Except when it came to your son.

He had to set a timer when it was time for the boy’s baths, otherwise he and the one-and-a-half-year-old would spend an hour splashing and dunking toys.

Making dinner was still speedy, but if your son was strapped to his chest, both of them would get distracted. The boy would try to stick his hands in everything, and Simon would let him.

“He’ll be pissed off if I don’t let him eat plain flour, and he’ll be pissed off if I do let him. In one of these cases, he’ll learn that he doesn’t like plain flour.”

The little shit kept eating plain flour.

And even if Simon did everything wrong when distracted by your baby (not that he ever did, the perfect bastard), you’d never wish it any different. The gentle side of him was one of your favorite parts of him, and your son had never seen any other.

The pediatrician noted that your baby knew a good many more words than the average kid his age, and you (to Simon’s embarrassment) chalked it up to how much Simon spoke to him.

You heard the rustling of Simon’s winter gear, and immediately your son perked up. 

“Dada?” he shouted.

More rustling and Simon looked in the doorway.

“Wassit, munchkin?”

You watched as the boy scrambled towards him, giggling.

“Do you want to help Dada with the snow?” you cooed, beaming.

Simon scooped him up and plastered his face in kisses. “Aw, little man’s always so helpful.” He glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. “But it’s almost his bedtime, innit? Alright if he comes with me?”

“Please. Tire him out so he’ll go to sleep.”

Simon chuckled and gave the boy a little toss in the air. “Let’s get you all bundled up, yeah?”

Simon took his time to bundle the boy up, with a sweater, a waterproof snowsuit, boots, a hat, a scarf, and mittens. The boy could barely walk in shoes, and you imagined there would be a lot of snow piles with a baby-shaped belly flop.

Simon would get two or three shovelfuls worth of snow into a pile, and then pause to see what the baby was doing. Putting snow in his mouth, and then spitting it out and whining at the temperature. Climbing up or sitting down in the piles. Trying to take the shovel from his dad.

Your husband sat the boy on the blade of the shovel and skidded him along the driveway. You could hear both of them laughing from inside.

Simon was about halfway through when your son tried walking again. Leaning onto furniture worked, but leaning into piles of unpacked snow was not helpful. With a squawk, he fell sideways into a pile.

Your husband turned at the squawk and belly laughed at the scene. Two kicking legs and nothing else.

He walked over and grabbed one of the flailing limbs. The boy’s snowy face came into view as Simon lifted him out of the pile with one hand, dusting him off a bit with the other. 

Normally, a baby would cry. But his dad was laughing and asking his son cheerfully about what he was doing. And so the boy laughed and squealed and clapped his mittened hands.

“Simon Riley,” you hollered from the kitchen window.

He turned with a grin and gave the boy a little swing.

“Don’t you dare drop my damn baby.”

Simon pretended to do so, lowering the boy, and then pulling him back up. Then lowering him, then pulling him back up. Both of them laughed and laughed, and you pretended to gasp each time.

An hour later, the boy was fast asleep in his crib.

“Aw, he snores just like you,” teased Simon.

You swatted him. “Piss off. Good thing it’s not like yours, or the whole neighborhood would hate us.” 

The two of you left the nursery and went to your own bedroom, where two heating pads lay in your respective spots.

You crawled into bed with a quiet sigh, and Simon did so with a loud series of groans and grumbles. You kicked his thigh. 

“You’ve been a dad for a year and a half and you already sound like one.”

“Hell you talkin’ about?”

You imitated the noises he made earlier right in his face, and he covered your face with a pillow.

“My fuckin’ back hurts.”

“The baby’s that heavy that you hurt your back?”

“What? Nah, he’s easy to carry. Could throw him 50 meters. No, the snow is heavy.” He sighed and settled on his back, letting you curl up around him. “And I’m an old man, now, lovie.”

You hummed and closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his chest through his shirt and the steady beat of his heart. Then his chest jerked up and down rapidly with a chuckle, and you opened an eye in faux annoyance.

“Sorry, lovie, just remembering how he ate shit in the driveway.”

You both snickered at the Loony Tunes-type scene from earlier.

“The driveway is clear, but all the ground around it has his belly-flops and face-plants.”

“They’re snow angels, honey.”

A fresh bout of laughter at the comparison.

Posted: 2023 Dec 11

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 fluff

[angelltheninth]

Can you write "stop calling me that." "what, love?" "that." with Jay from Windbreaker?

Yeah, he's that slightly stoic type I really like.

Pairing: Jahyeon "Jay" Jo x Reader

Tags: fluff, rivals, teasing, surprise kiss, stoic but caring Jay Jo, Reader is shorter than Jay Jo

A/N: Prompt is from this list. I love enemies to lovers!

7. "Stop calling me that." "What, love?" "That."

Jay was a man who had little to say unless the situation really called for it. Most of your banter consisted of you talking and him shooting mildly threatening glares your way until you'd stop.

This dynamic of yours followed you into racing as well. When you'd be next to him you would never leave without the obligatory, "Make sure to enjoy the view. But not too much, or it's gonna be really hard for you to keep ridding." Nothing got his blood pumping faster then your teasing, it always gave him that extra spark of adrenaline needed to kick his legs into overdrive and get to the finish line.

Some racers said you were too soft on your supposed rival. Whatever, at least you didn't resolve to dirty, underheanded methods like some of them did. Harmless flirting was your weapon of choice here. Besides it made races more entertaining.

You spotted Jay on his way back from the race, his helmet tucked into the bag thrown over his shoulder. He walked at a slow pace, you could catch up easily. Perfect oppertunity.

"Slowpoke." Jay's glasses almost fell off his face at the speed at which he turned his head. He must have been deep in thought to not notice you until now. "Seems like that race took you right out."

Jay looked at you from the corner of his eye before he pulled his hood up, obscuring his face. "No."

"Whatever you say love." You ended up walking quite a bit ahead of him before you noticed he was dead in his tracks.

"Stop calling me that." Jay's voice was quieter then normal. Like he was trying to hide but had nowhere to go.

You grinned at him as you rolled your bike backwards until you were next to him, just like in the race. "What, love?" You repeated with no small hint of smugness and power.

"That." Jay gritted through his teeth. Once again he only gave short, quick awnsers. But you could see you were getting to him. You can't pinpoint the exact time you started calling him by that term, all you knew was that it got under his skin so bad. Meaning you weren't gonna stop any time soon.

"Funny. Thought you would enjoy someone calling you a petname. You seem like the type. All cold on the outside and then when you dig a bit deeper turns out you're a shy, litte-" Jay grabbed you by the front of your shirt and pushed his mouth against yours, crashing teeth against teeth in the process.

The pain rang through your head but you stood still, too shoocked by his sudden change in attitude. The only thing that kept you grounded and from falling over was your trusty bike.

"I'm not shy." Jay shoved you back to the spot you were at before and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve, "And I'm taller than you." He mounted his bike, grabbed his helmet and looked at you with a challanging, small smile, "Race you to the conveniance store. Loser."

Loser?! Is that what he said?! And after kissing you like that. It took you a few seconds to clear your head and take off after him but you were not losing this! The race or whatever Jay just started between you two.

You were happy no one was around to see this new development.

There was only him and you, and your two bikes.

#windbreaker x reader #jay jo x reader #manhwa x reader #windbreaker x you #jay jo x you #manhwa x you #jay jo fluff #windbreaker fluff #manhwa fluff #manhwa imagines #manhwa headcanons #webtoon x reader #webtoon x you #webtoon fluff #webtoon imagine #webtoon headcanons #x reader

[satorusugurugurl]

can we please get something about satoru x reader x suguru 🤲🏻💖

i would absolutely love a third part

and fourth

and fifth 👀

Reversal!

Characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader

Warning: Language, smut, Reader is fuckin pissed, sitting on face, body worship

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: I received this request and a suggestion for the reader being mad. I merged the two! As for other parts, I’m so down. Send me suggestions! 😈💚

Part One Part Two

It wasn’t very often that you were sent off on a mission alone. Usually, you were stuck in Tokyo handling curses here while your partners were sent off overseas. So imagine your surprise when Yaga and the higher-ups sent you overseas to London.

You had been ecstatic!

You were looking forward to seeing sights you’d never seen before. The wonder and woe wore off the second you stepped off the plane. You were ushered off to a tiny rural village, where not one, not two, but seven curses had been spotted. It took you a damn week to exorcize all of them. You could have finished it sooner if the stupid locals stopped getting in your way.

When you finally made it home, you were irritated, exhausted, and needed stress relief. Stress relief that involved your two boyfriends and their skillful tongues and appendages. They had no idea what was in store for them as you unlocked the door.

Satoru was happily eating a cookie when the front door nearly came off its hinges just as he passed it. He choked, raising his hand to defend himself with Hollow Purple, only to see you throwing your shoes off with a dark expression washed over your pretty face.

“Oh, my fuck!” He gasped out, coughing as cookie crumbs choked him. “You scared the ever-loving shit out of my sweetheart!” When you said nothing, Satoru tilted his head, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes, the ashy tone of Your skin, and how you gritted your teeth as you threw your suitcase to the side. “Rough week?”

No words were said as you grabbed him by the front of the shirt. “Shut the fuck up.” You snarked like a lioness on the prowl.

Satoru gulped as he was yanked down the hall towards Suguru’s room. When you reached The slightly cracked door, you kicked it in, causing the raven-haired man to jump. His eyes darted from his book to the doorway, where he found your exhausted, angry features and Satoru’s terrified face.

What had they forgotten to do when you were gone? Laundry? No, that was done. Messy house? No, the duo was always neat. Dinner wasn't made? That couldn't be it; you had told them you wanted takeout before boarding the plane home. Not knowing what was going through your beautiful mind made you ten times scarier.

Several seconds passed as scenarios crossed his mind before Suguru cleared his throat. He placed his book down on the nightstand, striding towards you with a cocked eyebrow. His movements were slow and full of caution as he approached you like you were a wild beast.

“Princess? You okay?”

You moved at lightning speed, releasing Satoru before you shoved Suguru back onto the bed. He didn’t say a word as he watched you take off your panties before bunching your skirt up to your hips. Before he knew it, you were yanking down his sweats as you onto the bed. Satoru watched in horny shock as you straddled Suguru’s face and bent down over him to stroke his best friend's cock.

“Toru, get the fuck behind me, and fuck me.” You barked out as if he was supposed to know what to do.

“R-Right!” He stripped out of his clothes as Suguru groaned underneath you. His tongue wasted no time, darting out and licking at your damp folds as you took his cock into your mouth, sucking it gently. “I guess it was a rough week.”

You wanted to snap back at Satoru, but how could you when Suguru was licking your clit like it was candy. You gasped, leaning forward, taking his cock into your mouth with a hungry groan. Satoru was half tempted to sit back and watch his two sexy partners sixty-nine, but the image of your furious face had him moving despite his desires.

The feeling of Suguru’s hot wet tongue flattening and lapping over your clit, to feeling Satoru’s cock stretch you open had you gasping around Suguru’s cock, your eyes fluttering as they rolled back at the sensation. It was so good, your clit being stimulated while your pussy was being stuffed. It was like worlds were colliding; a cosmic event was taking place between your legs, and your pussy was crying happy tears.

The warmth of your mouth and hearing the grunts from Satoru had Suguru’s cock throbbing in your mouth. The stimulation was great, but having you take control, making them do what you wanted, it was just as good as them taking out their frustrations on you. Maybe he needed to talk to Yaga about sending you out more often. Oh god, what if they sent you and Satoru out together, or you and him? The possibilities were endless.

Possibilities that had Suguru furrowing his brows as he hungrily licked and sucked at your clit. If you needed them this bad, by god, he’d give you everything you fucking wanted. You wanted to cum on his face. He’d make that happen! Once you finished, if you wanted more, he’d give you more. Suguru grabbed the top of your thighs, slamming you down directly on his tongue, devouring you.

Suguru’s sudden action had Satoru wincing, his faltering as you tightened around his cock. Your walls pulsated and clenched around him. Fuck, how the fuck were you so wet but still so goddamn tight?! He felt like you were going to squeeze his cock off of the three of you and kept going at this pace. Suguru was eating you out while you gagged around his cock. The sight was better than any porn he’d ever seen. And he was fucking loving in it!

“Fuuuck~!!” Satoru threw his head back, hips jerking forward faster. “Oooh god fuck me, t-this is so hot.”

“Mmmph~ mmhm!” Suguru moaned in agreement from underneath you, sending vibrations dancing through your clit.

You gagged on Suguru’s cock pulling back enough to breathe. “If it feels that fucking good, shut up and keep going!” You shouted, sending a glare with no heat in Satoru’s direction. He didn’t freeze up under your harsh words; no, instead, he groaned as his cock twitched inside of you, his hips moving as you instructed him to do so.

His pace picked up as you went back to sucking on Suguru’s fat cock, deep-throating him with a moan as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. Already, you were feeling your orgasm tightening in your belly. Satoru could feel it, too, from the way you clenched down on his cock, your gummy walls pulsating.

Satoru wasn’t the only one to notice. Your dark-haired boyfriend picked up on the telltale signs of you being close as well. Your clit twitched, and your moans grew louder, buzzing around his cock as you gagged on him. Knowing precisely what you needed, Suguru sealed his lips around your sensitive bud, sending your eyes shooting wide. Satoru picked up the pace of his thrusts.

The buzzing hum in your head wasn’t from being buzzed off alcohol. No, it was from being buzzed off of your partners. They worked in tandem with each other between Satoru’s thrust and Suguru’s insatiable skills with his tongue. You cried out, toes churching back, arching as they worked you to the brink of your orgasm.

“That’s right, sweetheart~ we got you~ cum~” Satoru growled against your shoulder as he kissed your skin. His words drew you closer, but Suguru sent you over the edge. He was moaning, growling around your clit as his balls clenched, his cum sliding down your throat. All the while, he moved his head back and forth as fast as he could, pulling you over the edge with him.

The orgasm that ripped through you had you rock back against Satoru and over Suguru’s still-working mouth. Satoru’s dick repetitively hits your g-spot over and over, making you squirt around him and all over Suguru’s face. While Suguru hummed in approval lapping up all of the juices he could, Satoru fucks you deeper and harder as his orgasm hits him. He fucked his load deep inside of your tight cunt, making you cry out as you pulled off of Suguru.

“O-Oooh~ oh fuck yes~!” You palm your breasts as your boyfriends gasp and pant, the three of you slowly coming down from your highs.

Once Satoru is positive he’s milked himself completely inside of you, he pulls his sensitive cock out of you, allowing you to get off Suguru, collapsing in the bed next to him. Satoru smirks, chuckling roughly as he stares down at Suguru’s fucked out expression, his perfectly beautiful face shimmering with your cum. Blue eyes dart towards you, panting just as heavily, looking a million times happier than when you first came home.

“N-Now I—“ you gasped, “I get it.”

Suguru turned his head towards your voice, “Get what, Princess?” He groaned. He was rolling into his stomach to watch you.

“Why your guys fuck the life out of me after a long mission.” Their smiles are palpable as you hum happily, pulling them both to either side of you. They oblige, Satoru resting his head over your breasts while Suguru buries his face into the crook of your neck. “That was fucking great, let go again.”

Suddenly, Satoru and Suguru were beginning to wonder if you going out on missions like them would be for the best. You were fucking unfathomable hot when you took control, but they also know how passionate you were. They could only pray their cocks would survive the night to come.

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[xetswan]

Seth Clearwater Imagine!-

Flustered Flirt

Warnings: None really

Requested!

“Seth’s here, Mom!” I called out as I excitedly put my shoes on. She comes out from the living room with a smirk on her face. “Alright, have fun. I better not get another call from anyone on the rez or Chief Swan like last time.” She tells me, reminding me of what happened a few weeks ago when he and I were being loud and got kicked out of a store. My face warms up. “Yes, I know.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder, exiting the house. “Love you!” My mom shouts just as I shut the door. 

I speed walk over to Seth who was on an old dirt bike he and Jacob worked on together. He hands me his helmet. I grin, taking it. “Where’s yours?” I poke him, swinging my leg over the side. “You’re more important.” He simply tells me, and my heart quickens. Ever since my mom became good friends with Billy Black and Charlie Swan I have been going to the reservation. It was quite often, it was inevitable for Seth and I to meet. 

And first glance, it was something weird. The whole world shifted to something brighter, and in Forks, that’s saying a lot. 

I learned later on that he had imprinted on me. He’s a werewolf. It was strange to take in and have to act like it was normal but Billy had explained the stories to me.

 I knew what they believed in, even if they called it myths, after the imprint thing and then actually being shown everything there was no way I couldn’t believe in it. That would make me plain stupid. 

“[Name]?” I snap out of my thoughts. “Hm?” 

“Hold on.” He snickers, “Oh, right.” I say, wrapping my arms around his upper waist, he starts the bike and it jolts forward before going smoothly. Today we are going shopping for Bella and Edward’s wedding, it’s this weekend and I realized I had nothing to wear so we decided to go today. He already had his outfit so it was really for me. 

Seth is pretty excited about it too, he didn’t expect to be invited so since he was he’s been non-stop talking about it. It’s cute. 

Once we got to the little strip mall, he patiently waits for me to get off before following after me. I take my helmet off, placing it down. He starts laughing and I look up at him confused. “Your hair,” He points, I look at the window of the store in front of us and I realized it was super messy. “I’ll help you.” He smiles sweetly, flattening down my hair, I stare up at him, and watch his face turn a little red. “And you look as beautiful as ever.” He backs away like I’m an art piece. I roll my eyes, shoving him playfully. “Was I not beautiful with messy hair?” I cross my arms and his face drops. 

“No, I mean yes- I mean- you’re always beautiful. I was just saying that-” I cut him off with laughter. “I’m messing with you.” I take his hand in mine, and we both walk into a dress store. 

“Oh, right.” He sighs outloud, I smile to myself. 

Once we go in there’s a few looks here and there. Watching the both of us as we go through all of the dresses I thought were pretty. “How about this one.” I hold up a light pink dress that stops right before the knees. He stands back, thinking about it. “It’s pretty but I think you’re pretty without the dress.” He tries to flirt, and my eyes widen at his words. I look around to see if anyone heard but no one was near us. “Seth!” I whisper, hitting his arm. “What?” He seems surprised I hit him. “You just said I look better naked!” I again whisper to him, his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head. “No, I meant that you’re pretty out of the dress like you’re pretty- ugh, I’m an idiot.” He hides his face in his hands and I quietly chuckle, placing the dress back before holding his wrists, pushing them away from his face forcing him to look at me. 

“You’re not an idiot you just need to work on your flirting.” I tease him, and he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I mean it’s not like you aren’t pretty naked, I wouldn’t know but gosh I just made this weirder.” He groans, throwing his head back as I laugh again, I pull him into a hug. “It’s okay, Seth. I know how you are.” I let him go and then moved on to the next dress.

It was a dark purple which goes into the color palate that they gave us for what to wear. It was another short dress too.

“I think I’ll go try this one on.” I kiss his cheek, going towards the dressing rooms. 

After getting changed, I turn to face the mirror, looking at myself in the dress. I sway my hips to see how it goes out. Approving how it looks I step outside of the room, “Seth!” I call out for him, he was looking at another dress but once I got his attention he jumps and then comes over. “Need help?” 

“No, I think this is the one.” I grin, fully coming out to show him, twirling around. He stares quietly at me. “Seth? What do you think?” I take the sides into my hands as I become self-conscious of his silence. 

“You look beautiful.” He tells me, my face grows warm and I look away from him. 

“Hey, I’m serious.” He says, “As beautiful as when my hair was messy.” I joke, he scoffs. “I don’t know if you can beat that look.”

I gasp, and he laughs. “I’m kidding, you look gorgeous, [Name].” He takes my hands in his. 

“You’re cute.” I step up on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips. I then step back. “Unzip me?” I turn around. “Uh, are you- are you sure you want me to?” He nervously asks.

I look back at him. “If you’re not comfortable I can ask a worker,” I assure him and he shakes his head. “I can do it.” He puts a hand on my hip then the other one unzips my dress. Once he’s done I turn around and smile. “Thank you.” 

I go back into the dressing room and shut the door. Getting dressed back into my regular clothes. Luckily the dress wasn’t super expensive. 

Bonus!

The three werewolves phase back to their human forms, Leah and Embry laughing uncontrollably as Seth hides his face like before from embarrassment. “You unzipped her dress, it’s not like you saw anything.” Embry cackles, Leah holding herself as she tries to calm her laughter.

“Okay, I get it!” He cries out angrily at the two for teasing him. “Hey, it’s okay. She’s your first girlfriend.” Leah tries to hold in her laugh, but Seth can immediately tell. 

“I hate being a werewolf.” He steps away from the two, storming off.

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[the-guilty-writer]

Young (Tennis) Love

Request from anon: So reader(female teenager it's not a problem if she's adopted or not) plays tennis since childhood(ok tennis rules and it's self indulgent)and now there's a big championship in DC and ofc the whole team is there to cheer for her. So she wins and while everyone congratulate her with derek being so proud of his babygirl, her crush comes up to her to congratulate her. They are giggling and slightly flirting with each other while the team watches this interaction stifling their laugh at Derek's shocked reaction. And she explains to them later on and derek makes a mental note to have a "talk" with her.

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: After winning a tennis match, your dad, Derek, and his team aren’t the only ones there to congratulate you.

A/N: First, I apologize for this being so overdue. Life has been kicking my ass. Second, I know nothing about tennis, so I hope this is okay. I changed the plot a tiny bit because I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer.

CW: alcohol consumption (it’s Hotch and Rossi. Still sober), the BAU women are the best adoptive aunts, Derek is a protective dad, I think that’s it.

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Derek Morgan had been shocked when you were five years old and chose tennis out of all the sports in the world. Seriously… why couldn't you have picked basketball (though he would have quit his job and coached you all the way to the WNBA himself) or baseball (he knew enough to get you through high school) or soccer (at least then he could have been a little league coach)? Instead, you picked a sport he, himself, had never cared for.

Truly he only had himself to blame. While in line at the store, he had spent a second too long ogling at Serena Williams on the cover of a sports magazine. He was enchanted. You were enchanted. And the next thing he knew, Derek Morgan was adding a pink children's tennis racket to the cart.

It all payed off though- the classes you took as a kid where all your dad could do was sit on the sidelines, the weekends spent on the court where he tried his best to help but kept messing up, the late-night pick ups after you’d spent hours practicing, the even longer weekends filled with tournaments watching the sport that he eventually learned to appreciate for you - because you were playing in the finals of the east coast championship.

It took every ounce of control your dad had, not to be cheering as loudly for you as possible. He watched you, his baby girl, the same one who had carried around that little pink racket like a teddy bear, prepare to do the most important serve of your life thus far. Penelope sat next to him, holding his arm to keep him from springing forward. JJ and Emily were sitting on either side of Spencer, who was very quietly explaining to them the physics of the game, though neither one of the women were paying attention to him. Hotch and Rossi were sitting back in their seats. They were sipping on some very expensive whiskey that Rossi had snuck in, looking a little too much like they were trying to recreate Wimbledon.

You swung with speed and your opponent couldn’t catch it in time. A double bounce meant another point for you. Derek held his breath, waiting for the umpire to call the score. He was too nervous and excited to remember it himself.

“40-30.” To you. One more point and you’d win the whole thing.

He saw you take in a deep breath before serving, and the game began. You and your opponent wasted no time, getting into the nitty-gritty fast. At one point, you almost missed and Penelope let out a muffled gasp. Still, you went on without getting flustered and came back faster and stronger. All those early morning workouts you had done with your dad were paying off. When your opponent began to tire, you were still light on your feet. The ball came at you at a perfect angle, and you took your chance - sending the ball back at a speed your opponent could no longer handle after going too hard at the beginning. She swung back desperately and it landed out of bounds.

The umpire called the game, with you as the clear winner, and the entire BAU team erupted. Hotch and Rossi got to their feet to clap. Spencer bounced on the balls of his feet with a simple “wooo” as Emily and JJ jumped up more excitedly beside him, cheering with delight. Penelope squealed with joy. And Derek, well… he was cheering too, with happy tears streaming down his smiling face.

You beamed up at him, taking in the biggest moment of your life so far. Every late night and early morning, every party you missed to get in extra practice time, the horrible cardio workouts, and the long days spent training in the summer heat or bone-chilling winters were worth it. Your opponent came over to congratulate you, and you shook her hand politely. Your coach, who was standing by the locker room, ran over to wrap you in a hug and escorted you into the locker room.

“She’s growing up,” Hotch sighed. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, but Derek was still watching where you had disappeared behind the locker room door, his eyes filled with pride.

“Let’s go see your baby girl,” Garcia said, putting a gentle hand on his arm. Derek turned to her with a smile, and a happy tear. She hugged him tight, before they followed the rest of the team out of the stadium.

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The team stood outside the players’ entrance with the rest of the gathering families. With such a huge event, they were having difficulty tracking you down and in their line of work, they couldn’t help but think of the worst.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Derek,” JJ said, trying to comfort him.

“Yeah yeah… I know…” But Derek could still feel the tension in his chest and hear the panic in his tone. But he wouldn’t relax until he saw you emerge from the crowd. You were looking around for them, trophy in hand and bag slung over your shoulder, scanning the mass amounts of parents talking with their kids in search of your own unconventional little family.

It was Rossi who spotted you first. “Hey! There she is!” He sounded like a proud grandpa.

Your dad smiled brightly and called to you. “Baby girl!”

The sound of your nickname caught your attention and you turned to see the entire team standing there with open arms. A beaming smile spread across your face as you ran over to them. Derek caught you in his arms, spinning you around while the rest of the team clapped and shared their congratulations with you.

“I’m so proud of you,” your dad whispered, on the verge of happy tears.

“Thank you,” you whispered back.

“My turn to hug the little champion!” Garcia squealed with excitement. You received hugs from everyone on the team (including Reid, surprisingly), thanking them for coming to cheer you on.

You’d just finished giving out the last of your thank you embraces when someone called your name. The entire team turned to see a boy standing a little ways away, waving shyly in your direction. Your face heated and you turned to your dad. “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, taking your bag and trophy from you before watching you walk away.

“What’s that about?” Emily asked.

Derek didn’t bother to answer. He was too busy watching the doe-eyed expression, shy smile, and rather ditzy giggle you had as you talked to the young man. All the signs of young first love.

JJ sighed. “Oh, I remember those days,” she said in a teasing manner. “And if he’s coming to her sports games you know it’s serious.”

Penelope joined them just in time to watch the young man hand you a flower, making your smile brighter.

“Oh!” she cooed. “That is so sweet!”

Emily smirked. “Looks like someone’s in lov-”

“Prentiss,” Derek cut her off. “Don’t.”

The women of the BAU giggled at your dad’s reaction, giving one another knowing looks. In their heads they were already planning a girls night out to ask you about everything. Derek, on the other hand, made a mental note to give you a different kind of talk later.

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[awfcspencer]

Christmas Lights || leah williamson x reader

leah williamson x reader

prompt: Going to see christmas lights with Leah

warnings: slight mention of Leahs’s injury, fluff, kissing

a/n: getting close to christmas! enjoy! dont forget to drink water & eat, get a good nights rest, all the sorts.

Entering December, the temperature in north London dropped dramatically. The leaves have fallen, leaving the trees bare. Pulling into your shared home with Leah, you notice that surrounding neighbors have began putting up Christmas lights, some having extremely elaborate decorations.

“Hey baby, I am home” you yell towards your living room where Leah is sat watching a Christmas movie.

“Hi baby” she says as she goes to greet you and pull you in for a quick kiss. “I made some hot chocolate when I got home from training to warm up.”

Making your way to the kitchen, you make yourself a cup and turn towards her, “How was training?”

“It was good, I was able to run today and kick a few balls today!” she says as you can see Leah truly smile. When she tore her ACL, you could tell Leah was slightly lost without football and it was hard for her to not be able to play. Nothing made you more excited and emotional thinking about her return to the pitch.

“Good baby, I am so happy and proud of you. What are the plans for tonight?” you ask as you do not particularly recall any specific plans but seeing the Christmas lights on your way in has an idea occurring in your mind.

“We don’t have any prior plans, what were you thinking baby?” she asks with a bit of question in her voice.

“Lets go downtown and look at the Christmas lights.”

Leah is immediately excited, Christmas has always held a special place in Leah’s heart and she loved any chance she got to engage in any Christmas related activities. “What a great idea! We will need to put on a few more layers though” she says as she looks down and she is only in your jumper and some basic black shorts.

Quickly running upstairs and throwing on your large black puffer jacket, Leah puts on a pair of black pants with a white long sleeved body suit, and finished it off with a black puffer as well. You make sure to grab some gloves and a beanie for yourself.

“Ready to go baby?” you ask her.

“Yes baby, let’s go! I am so excited!” Leah says with a large smile as you know this has been on her list of to-dos for a bit now. Hoping to spend some quality time with you as both of you have been a bit busy during the Christmas time.

You knew a spot that has several beautiful lights located in a nearby park. The drive was fairly quick as Leah tended to disobey every traffic law and speed like her life depended on it. Although you genuinely fear for your life at times when she is behind the wheel, she typically has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh, you couldn’t imagine anything hotter so you let her drive as she wanted. Always her passenger princess with no complaints.

Pulling into a parking spot near the entrance, Leah jumps out of the car, excitement taking over her, acting like a kid who was let loose in a candy store.

“Come on baby!” she whined, pulling your hand, ushering you faster.

“Baby I promise you, the lights are not going anywhere” you tell her but it is in one ear and out the other for Leah.

Leah is a woman on a mission, guiding you to the entrance and quickly pays the admission fee.

“Baby I was going to pay!” you whine, always feeling back whenever Leah pays for you.

“I am just trying to get us in before New Years” she says impatiently, forcing you to laugh.

Walking through the guided path, hand in hand, Leah and you take your time looking at each light display, taking in each fixture. There were not many people left in the park as it was starting to get a bit late. There is light snow falling from the sky now.

“It is like a Christmas miracle baby!” Leah beams as this is possibly the most perfect night. The snow falling mixed with the lights, made your Christmas spirit flourish.

Right before exiting the park, there is an arch wishing you both a merry Christmas. Leah pulls you under the arch and points upwards, “Look baby.”

You look up and see small mistletoe. Immediately you pull Leah in for a sensual kiss. The kiss lasting probably longer than it should, you pull away to catch your breath.

“Alright baby, let’s keep it PG in a public park.” you laugh out and interlock your hands, heading towards the car.

“Tonight was really special babe, I loved it!” Leah said to you.

“I am glad you enjoyed baby.” you smile at her, heart full.

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[xobrattymoonxo]

Kenma, Akaashi, Kuroo and Bokuto x Reader

TW: Non con, fisting, anal, double penetration (Front and back), knife play, blood, carving into skin, If i missed anything please let me know!

AN: Unedited for the most part. Sorry It's been a while guys! I was writing a jjk fic but then I just thought of this and wanted to write it dhbvshdv

Word count: 3.8K

Y/n ran through the house slipping on the rug. She tripped a little but was able to gain her footing again as she ran once more. She saw the door in her vision as she picked up her pace. As she was unlocking all the locks, she was pulled back by her left shoulder. She was slammed into the ground as the man laughed. 

“You can’t outrun me.” He said with a devious smirk. 

Y/n’s first reaction was to start screaming. The man with black and blonde hair covered her mouth. Y/n instantly bit down hard on his hand drawing blood. 

“Ow you bitch!” He yelled.  

“Kenma, are you okay?

“No, that stupid bitch bit me!” He yelled at the black haired man. 

“Fuck.” The black haired man sees Y/n getting up and rushing for the front door. “Y/n, if you know what’s good for you you will stop right now.” He said in a stern voice.  

“It’s too late to give up now, Akaashi!” She yelled as she began to unlock the seven locks on the door. Akaashi rushed to her side as she turned with all her force and punched him in the nose. He fell backwards with a bloody nose/. Kenma rushed up to her other side as she used a swift kick to hit him in the balls.

“Fuck!” He yelled as he fell down holding his crotch. 

Y/n unlocked the last lock as she ripped the door open. She began to run down the long driveway of the private house on the outskirts of Tokyo. Around the house was nothing but trees, but she figured if she ran through the forest she would be safe from Kuroo and Bokuto, who were probably on their way home. 

Y/n started to run through the forest as she heard a car pull in the driveway. She turned back to see Bokuto rush to the front door. Akaashi was standing on the porch holding his nose as he pointed to the forest where Y/n was. 

She turned as fast as she could on her feet and ran for her life. She knew if she went back to the house, she’d be screwed, maybe even dead. 

It wasn’t long after Bokuto had begun his hunt, like she was a deer and he was the hungry mountain lion. He ran at full speed as she kept running. 

It wasn’t always like this, Y/n actually used to work at the 24 hour convenience store. Kenma had come into her store many times to buy energy drinks around 2 or 3 am. It was just Kenma at first, harmless soft Kenma. Until he started to bring in his friend, Kuroo. Kuroo started to stalk Y/n, figuring out she was a university student at Tokyo U. Their friend Akaashi happened to go there as well. He started off casually following her around for Kenma… and then for Kuroo. He then began to take photos, stalking her more intensely. He learned her schedule, he learned everything about her and he claimed it was all for them.

One Friday night, Kenma went into the convenience store with Kuroo. 

“Hey Y/n.” He said monotone as usual. “I am having a party this weekend at my place. Figured I’d invite you since I always see you around.” 

“When is it? I most likely will be working so I probably won’t be abe to make it.” She said upset. 

“Monday.”

“Oh, I have classes on Tuesdays, I shouldn’t.” 

“C’mon Y/n!” Kuroo said, “Have some fun! We always see you here. You must not even sleep at this point.” 

“I sleep a couple hours after I get off at 6.” She laughed. “But maybe.” 

“Say you’ll come, please?” Kenma asked. 

She couldn’t resist Kenma. 

“Okay… What time should I get there?” 

“8pm, Oak Tree Rd, 175. See you next week, beautiful.” Kuroo smiled at her.  

She smiled as the two walked out the front door. 

Timeskip to Monday…. 

Y/n grabbed her bag and checked herself in the mirror again. She smiled as she looked at her black clubbing dress. She never had a chance to wear it as she always worked.  

Y/n began to walk outside to her apartment lobby. She looked at the time and saw it was 7:24pm. She began to walk. The party was only 34 minutes away, ust on the other side of her work. 

Y/n arrived at a house, there was no noise coming from the house. She walked up to the door really slowly. She knocked on the front door.  

“Hey Beautiful! You made it!” Kuroo said as he opened the door.  

“Um… I thought it was a party.” She tried covering up her chest a bit. 

“It actually starts at 9:30pm. We just wanted you to meet our close friends first.” Kuroo said. 

“Oh makes sense I guess.” She murmured.  

“Come in.” Kuroo stepped aside for Y/n to walk inside. She looked around the mansion astonished. “Nice, huh?”

“Hey Y/n.” Kenma said. “Glad you could make it.” 

“Hi Kenma.” She looked around the large room with 3 couches in it. There was a large projector style tv on the wall. 

“Hi I am Bokuto!” A man with silver and black roots said. 

“Hey, I am Akaashi.” The black haired man said from behind Bokuto. 

“These are our best friends.” Kuroo said. 

“It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m Y/n.” She said. 

“Come have a seat.” Bokuto motions her in between him and Akaashi.  

“So tell us about yourself, Y/n.”Akaashi smiled. 

“I go to Tokyo U. I work at a convenience store. I met Kenma and Kuroo from said convenience store. That’s about it.” She said with a nervous laugh. 

“You go to Tokyo U? I do as well.” Akaashi pretended not to know. 

“Oh what do you study?” Y/n asked.

“Editing and creative writing.” Akaashi said. “And you?” 

“I’m in med school. Hoping to be a Neurologist one day.” 

“Wow you must really never sleep then.” Kuroo said. 

“I study and do homework at work.” She laughed.

“Impressive.” Kenma said. 

“How about you three?” Y/n asked the rest of the guys in the room. 

“I’m a professional Volleyball player for MSBY.” Bokuto spoke up. 

“I work for the Japan Volleyball Association in the sports promotion division.” Kuroo added.  

“I’m the CEO of my own company and a streamer.” Kenma said.

 “Oh wow.” Y/n said. 

Just then the doorbell rang.  

“Looks like the party arrived early.” Kuroo said as he walked out of the room. 

Y/n stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Hey sexy, did it hurt?” A man said from behind Y/n. 

“If you ask if it hurt when I fell from Heaven, I’ll scream right now.” She said,  The guy laughed. 

“I’m Atsumu. What’s yer name, Angel?” 

“Please leave our guest alone, Atsumu. She’s not looking for you to dick her down, I promise.” Kuroo said from behind Y/n. 

Y/n sighed in relief as she turned around. Kuroo passed her a red solo cup full of Vodka. She took one sip and made a face at him.  

“What is this? It’s disgusting.” She said as Kuroo laughed as he took it back and chugged down the cup's contents. 

“Let’s make you something mixed then.” Atsumu rolled his eyes as he walked away from the two. Bokuto came into the kitchen and bumped into Y/n making her turn as Kuroo slipped something into her drink. He dumped coke on top of the rum in her cup and passed it back to her. The pill vanished into nothing as she took her first sip. Kuroo looked at Bokuto with a wink as he walked away. In 15 to 20 minutes their plan would take course. 

The two talked as Akaashi came up to them. Some time passed as Kuroo checked his watch. 

“Hey guys, I am not feeling too hot. Do you know what time it is?” Y/n asked, feeling herself fade out of consciousness. 

“It’s 10:30 pm, Y/n.” 

Y/n blinked and suddenly she was on the balcony with Bokuto’s hands on her waist. 

“Wha-what time is it?” She slurred, reaching up to grab her head in hopes to calm her throbbing headache.

“1:45am baby, why?”

“What?” She felt herself grow dizzy as she fell into Bokuto’s chest. 

“Are you okay? I should take you home. Sit for a second let me get some water.” He placed her down on a chair as he walked back into the room. He texted the others “Code red.” 

He slipped two roofies from his pocket and into the bottle of water. He took one sip before doing so so it wouldn’t be suspicious. 

“Here Y/n.” He passed her the water bottle as she began to chug it back. “Let’s just wait here a few minutes so the world stops spinning for you.”

She gave him a thumbs up as she continued to drink. The more she drank the dizzier she felt.  

“Bo….I don’t- I don’t feel good at all.” She tried to stand up as she fell into his chest once again. “Help me.” She whispered as she felt her eyes grow heavy and her body go limp. 

Bokuto smiled at the limp drugged up body in his arms as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed carefully. Kuroo busted open the door and looked at the scene before him. 

“Thank god, What was code red about?” He asked Bokuto. 

“She became conscious again. I gave her a couple more roofies and knocked her out.” 

“Well she’s going to feel like shit when she wakes up.” Akkashi said from behind Kuroo. “Kenma is clearing out the party now.” “Good, that means it will be easier for us to get her out.” 

“How are we doing that again?” Bokuto asked. 

“Kenma got me to park in the garage so we could throw her in the trunk.” Kuroo said. 

“Okay. Let me go be our eyes and ears downstairs.” Akaashi said as he left. 

Bokuto looked at the unconscious Y/n on the bed and smiled. 

“She’s almost ours, Kuroo.” Bokuto said with a smile. 

“She is, Bo.” 

A few minutes later Akaashi walked back into the room. 

“All clear.” Akaashi said to the guys. Bokuto lifted her unconscious body off the bed. He began to carry her bridal style down the stairs.  

Bokuto walked into the garage as Kuroo popped open the trunk. He lightly places Y/n’s unconscious body in the trunk. 

“Let’s head out. It’s a long drive to the cabin.” Kenma said from the door behind them.  

Bokuto and Akaashi got into the back seat. The four headed out. 

It wasn’t too long before Bokuto began to get antsy. 

“Are we almost there? I want to be there! How much longer?” Bokuto’s legs started to shake.

“Bokuto-san, we will get there soon, don’t worry.” Akaashi said as he put a hand on his knee.

“I want to hold her though.” Bokuto huffed.  

“How much longer, Kenma?” Akaashi asked.  

“About 20 minutes.” Kenma said. 

“Awww but I want to be there now!” Bokuto whined again. 

"Bo, how are you this excited for someone you haven’t met before tonight?” Kuroo asked with a laugh. 

“Kaashi has told me all about her, he shows me her pictures too. Sometimes he shows me the videos he takes for you guys. She is so pretty and beautiful and she's just so perfect for us!” 

“Seems like someones in love.” Kuroo laughed again. 

The car was full of Bokuto and Kuroo talking about their favorite things about Y/n. 

Kuroo pulled up into the parking lot of a two story house surrounded by trees. Bokuto practically jumped out of the car. He ripped open the trunk to see a still passed out Y/n laying there surrounded by pillows.  

Bokuto lifted up her unconscious body and carried her to the door where Kenma was unlocking it. 

“There's a door to the basement in the pantry.” Kenma said as he motioned for them to go inside…. 

Y/n woke up with a splitting headache. She couldn’t remember much from the party, or how she even got home. She went to move her hands to rub her eyes, but something was restricting her hands. She looked up and saw her hands tied to the above bed post. She began to feel her heart beat increase, she pulled down on her arms and began to panic. 

“She's awake!” A voice yelled from across the room. 

“Perfect.” 

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked, confused. “Where am I? Who are you?” Her voice began to shake. 

“Y/n! It’s just us!” Bokuto exclaimed. “You’re safe here, okay?” Bokuto sat on the side of the bed. He placed his hands on her bare stomach. 

“Where are my clothes?!?” Y/n was freaking out as she noticed she was only in her lingerie. 

“Your dress was so tight, we thought we’d let your body breathe baby.” Kuroo said from behind Bokuto. 

Kenma walked in the room with Akaashi as Y/n tried to pull away from Bokuto’s hands. 

Bokuto’s hands trailed up Y/n’s side. 

“Baby, don’t pull away.” Bokuto said. 

Kuroo reached around Bokuto and started to untie Y/n’s hands. 

Y/n was quick to pull away from Bokuto and pulled her knees into her as she braced herself into the Headboard against the wall. 

“Baby, don’t back away.” Bokuto sighed as his hair deflated. He reached his hand out to touch her again. 

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed. 

Bokuto was taken aback by her shouting. He looked at Akaashi. 

    “Y/n, I know you’re scared, but there's no need to shout at us.” Akaashi said calmly. He moved over to the edge of the bed and reached for her. 

Y/n slapped Akaashi’s hand away. 

“I said don’t touch me!” She screamed again. 

Akaashi looked back at Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo pushed past the two of them and grabbed Y/n by the ankles. He pulled her down the bed. She began kicking and screaming as Kuroo raised his hand to slap her across the face. She reached up and grabbed her cheek as she cried. 

“You are going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” Kuroo said. 

He was quick to place his hand on her throat as he began to apply pressure. She reached up and tried to pry Kuroo’s big hands off her throat. 

“Kuroo, careful.” Kenma warned. 

“She’s being an ungrateful bitch.” He spat back. He ripped down her underwear as he shoved two fingers inside of her pussy. 

“Kuroo! I wanted to be the first one to fuck her.” Bokuto whined. 

“Then get over here before I change my mind.” Kuroo said. 

4 ½ months later… 

That's how they got into their current situation, y/n running for her life through the woods in nothing but Bokuto’s shirt and underwear.  

Y/n was giving everything she had into running away. She heard footsteps catching up to her. She tried her best to speed up as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was pulled back and thrown to the ground. 

“Fuck! Let me go!” She screamed.  

“Baby, calm down! You’re just confused.” Bokuto’s voice cooed at her. He picked her up as Kuroo arrived at the scene. 

“Stupid bitch thought she could escape.” Kuroo laughed. “Here.” He passed Bokuto a pair of Handcuffs. 

“No please! No! I just want to go home!” Y/n cried. 

“You were home.” Kuroo snapped. 

Bokuto and Kuroo fought and put the handcuffs on Y/n’s wrists. She was crying and thrashing her wrists as Bokuto carried her back bridal style.  

“Bring her back down stairs. I have a surprise for her.” Kenma said manically. 

“On it.” Kuroo said as he led Bokuto through the house.  

Akaashi went behind them and began to lock up the front door again. Kenma walked past him and into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife. 

“Woah what’s that for Kenma?” Akaashi asked.  

“You’ll see.” He smiled a devilish smile.

The two walked down the stairs where Bokuto and Kuroo had tied Y/n down to the bed.  

“Kuroo.” Kenma spoke. “Do you want to go first?” He asked, holding out the knife. 

“You deserve it. She did bite you after all.” Kuroo said. Bokuto just finished tying a rag in her mouth. 

Kenma grabbed the shirt on her as he sliced it off in one quick motion. He was quick to repeat the process to her underwear too. 

“Woah Kenma, careful you don’t cut her.” Bokuto said. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Kenma smirked once again. 

Kenma pressed the tip of the knife into her soft thigh. He began to apply pressure as Y/n began to cry harder. Kuroo grabbed hold of her ankles as she tried to kick him off. 

Kenma pressed hard into her skin as he carved two letter K’s into her left thigh. He passed the knife over to Akaashi. Akaashi smiled as he pressed the knife down into her right thigh. He carved out AK before passing it to Kuroo. Akaashi and Kenma held down one leg each. Kuroo took his own sweet time to carve on the left side KT. He passed over the knife to Bokuto who looked a little uneasy. 

“Cmon Bo, you can do it.” Kuroo encouraged him. 

“It’s hurting her though.” Bokuto said all sad. 

“She hurt us Bo, she tried to leave us. We gave her everything and she repays us by leaving? This is just a reminder to her she's ours.” Kuroo said. 

Bokuto smiled as he looked down at her right thigh. He carved out a BK as he smiled. The blood was running down her leg.  Bokuto tossed the knife aside as he pulled his shirt off. 

“Seeing her like this…. Is making me feel some way…” He said with a devious smirk.  

Bokuto began to get naked in front of the other guys as Kuroo laughed. 

“Looks like Bo got turned on after all.” Kuroo said. 

Kuroo took his shirt off as Akaashi placed his hand on Kuroo’s shoulder.  

“What are you doing?” He asked him. 

“There’s enough room for all of us after all, remember?” 

Kenma smiled as he began to strip down too. Akaashi didn’t take long to follow through. 

The guys all turned to face Bokuto as they heard a loud muffled groan leave Y/n’s mouth.  Bokuto had shoved himself inside Y/n’s pussy dry. He began to frantically pump inside her. 

“Woah Bokuto, wait for us will you?” Akaashi said with a laugh. “Who’s taking what?” 

“I call dibs on her mouth.” Kenma said as he climbed onto the bed.  

“I’ll take her ass if you are okay to share with Bokuto this time Kasshi?” Kuroo asked. 

Akaashi nodded as he Approached the bed. 

“Bo, can you turn her on her side. I want to make space in her tight little asshole for me.” Kuroo smiled. 

Bokuto smiled back as he moved her on her side. Kuroo grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He opened it up and dropped a few drops on Y/n’s tiny butthole. He began to rub it in slowly as she begged for them to stop. 

“Kenma, shut her up before I do.” Akaashi said. 

Kenma laughed as he climbed to the top of the bed. Bokuto pulled her down a bit as Kenma got above her. 

“You bite me now, I’ll slice you up. Got it?” She shook her head in agreement. Kenma quickly shoved his member down her throat. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take all of him. It was Akaashi’s turn to join the fun. He put lube on his member as he lined it up next to Bokuto’s. Y/n was unable to do anything as her hands were still tied up. Kuroo now had 3 fingers shoved up Y/n’s asshole. 

“Bokuto, can you shift a little. I want to join you inside so we can all cum together.” Akaashi said. 

As Akaashi was forcing himself inside as Kuroo pulled his fingers out. Kuroo opened up the bottle of lube again and dumped it all over his hand. Kuroo smiled to himself as he slowly started to work his large fist into Y/n.  She cried out as Kuroo and Akaashi fully pushed in at the same time.  

“Fuck! Do that again.” Kenma moaned as she gasped and moaned out around his cock.  

Kuroo laughed as he pulled his hand almost all the way out, then quickly slammed it in at full speed once again. 

“Yeah fuck just like that.” Kenma moaned. 

“Fuck!” Bokuto and Akaashi yelled in sync. 

“Feels good huh?” He smirked. 

“Keep going,”Bokuto said. “She’s getting tighter with every thrust.”

The two in her pussy picked up the pace as Kuroo remained fisting her ass.  

“I’m close.” Akaashi moaned. 

“Fuck me too.” Kenma said. 

“Just cum inside her. I’ll buy some plan B tomorrow.” Kuroo said. 

Just like that, Akaashi and Bokuto shot hot ropes of cum inside Y/n. Kenma wasn’t too far behind as lets his hot load out down her throat. 

Kuroo pulled his fist out as he replaced it with his cock. 

“Fuck, she’s so stretched out.” He said.  

“I want to try fisting her too!” Bokuto whined. 

“Take her pussy. Her ass is mine.” Kuroo said. 

Bokuto looked down at her cum dripping pussy. He shrugged his shoulders as he began to force his massive fist inside her.  

“Stop! Please! It hurts!” She cried out.  

“You deserve this. This isn’t for your pleasure, it’s for ours.” He said as his fist slowly slipped all the way inside. 

Kuroo groaned out as he felt Bokuto’s fist through the thin wall. 

“Fuck Bo, I can feel you on the otherside.” Kuroo moaned. 

“I can see my fist in her stomach!” Bokuto exclaimed excitedly.  

Kuroo was quick to release hot strings of cum inside her ass.

“Fuck that was to good.” Kuroo breathed out.

Y/n laid there crying silently as she begged for it to be over. 

“Well that’s not fair to Kenma or Akaashi, now is it?” Kuroo smirked.  

“Please- please no.” 

“Cmon, let’s not play favorites, okay?” Bokuto said. 

Akaashi grabbed the lube as he lined up to her front entrance and Kenma at the back entrance. 

Y/n was screaming in pain as the two who had finished sat back and watched. 

It wasn’t until hours later they all stopped. Constantly fucking her between their fists and their cocks. She was laying there, completely fucked out when they finally stopped. She was covered in cum and it was dripping from all three of her holes. There was even some blood in other places then her thighs.  

“Let’s get washed up. Let her rest for a little bit.” Akaashi said. 

“We shouldn’t leave her out. I don’t trust her on her own anymore.” Kenma added. 

“Bring the dog carrier.” Kuroo said. 

#tw dark fic #tw noncon #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu dark content #haikyuu noncon #haikyuu yandere #kenma smut #kuroo smut #bokuto smut #akaashi smut

[polarisjisung]

cherry flavoured

08— MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES

SYNOPSIS | y/n, the campuses notorious heartbreaker, had never been one to settle down, running from the word commitment since the concept had first been introduced to her, but one smile and a little cherry coke seems to do just the trick when she runs into captain of the dance team, park jisung

PAIRING | dancer!jisung x fem!reader

optional written cut below !!

as you swing the door open, you find jeno, a hood pulled over his head and two tired eyes staring your way— like most nights you headed to the convenience store at all too absurd times. you realise jeno is tired. his eyes are a little sunken and his hair is messy underneath the black hood of his jacket, hands stuffed inside his pockets.

he smiles regardless, lightly kicking at your shin before he turns on his heels to head down the stairs of your apartment building, by now he'd made enough visits to know not to trust the elevator anytime past 7pm

"one of the guy's started learning guitar recently" he whispers between yawns, taking long strides to keep up with you, practically running toward the 7/11 a little further down the street

"he's awful at it, but he's got the spirit" he half laughs to himself before speeding up a little

"kind of reminds me of when you started basketball actually"

you stop, turning to offer a light smack to the crown of jenos head before rolling your eyes and taking the last few steps towards the shop, the warm air hitting you, smell of your favourite ramen in the air.

"I wasn't that bad" you half squeak, voice rising a few octaves too many as you hurriedly make your way over to the selection of snacks stored in the fridge.

you were, in fact, no less than terrible, to the point where the ball would barely bounce back off the court if you tried to dribble it— you liked to think you'd come a long way since then

"yeah, yeah whatever you say" you can feel jeno reach over you to grab a drink, "How's your revision for midterms going?"

Awful, you want to say, it is going awful, and balancing basketball with your time consuming degree was doing nothing for your grades.

Jeno knows you well enough to figure out an answer from you response, or lack thereof.

His arm swings around your neck as a form of reassurance.

"you'll be fine kid"

you trust him, admittedly, but the feeling of worry still rises from the pit of your stomach and like always you divert your attention within an instant, focusing in the task at hand as your stomach rumbles again, the two of you sharing a look before bursting into a fit of laughter, not without earning an annoyed look from the, most definitely underpaid employee guarding the till

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[wren-of-the-woods]

I hear you're where to go for Witcher fic recs! How about some with Geralt being protective over Jaskier? Shippy, if you can find any, but I wouldn't mind platonic! I just want Geralt to look out for his bard. Thank you for your time!

Hello!! Here's what I've got! There's a wide variety of settings and levels of angst, so hopefully there should be something for everone :D

As always, please feel free to add more recs or promote your own work in the notes!

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Don't Leave Me by @geraskierficrecs (Rated M, 6.2k)

Jaskier’s hands tighten around Geralt before slowly losing their grip, spasming where they fall limp. “Ger--geralt--” “Don’t you dare,” he snarls back, “Don’t you dare try to give me your fucking goodbyes. You are not dying.” “S--silly man.” Jaskier’s smile is full of painful fondness. “Would you fight death for me?” Geralt swings him up into his arms and nearly weeps at the sound of familiar hooves running in his direction. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

If You Give a Bard a Lute by @ghostinthelibrarywrites (Rated T, 10k)

After Jaskier’s father disowns him, confiscates all his possessions— including Filavandrel’s lute— and kicks him out with nothing but the clothes on his back, Jaskier spends a long, hungry winter barely surviving. When he reunites with Geralt in the spring, his witcher is determined to get his lute back, even if it means recruiting his fellow witchers to stage a heist.

Wild Blue Yonder by @jaskierswolf (Rated T, 5.3k)

Geralt's bookshop is slowly falling apart and he's ready to give up when Jaskier wanders into the store

remember me I sing by @echo-bleu (Rated G, 3.1k - also includes Yennnefer)

Filavandrel's gift was so much more than a simple lute. It seemed fitting, that Jaskier’s soul would be made of wood and strings and beautiful sounds. The problem is that now Rience has his lute and is threatening to burn it if they don't hand over Ciri. And Jaskier has never told anyone that his very life is tied to his beloved instrument.

This Is How I Disappear by @stacyholmes (Rated T, 5.4k)

Jaskier keeps texting unknown number. Geralt keeps reading said texts without answering.

The Footsteps We Follow by thiswildheart (Rated T, 16.5k)

Look, Jaskier's got a lot going on. He's painfully aware that there are cataclysmic events happening and that the troubled teenager he knows might save the world or speed along the end of days. He's also in love with a man who's never even admitted that they're friends, which is almost as bad. Oh, and he's still working as the Sandpiper, only now a terrifying eldritch creature has entrusted him with the Song of the Seven to give hope to the elves and help them fight back against their oppression. It's probably the bravest thing he's ever done, but not everyone sees it that way. Luckily he knows some people who excel at last minute rescues. ... then he just has to figure out how to tell Geralt why so many people are trying to kill him. This is going to go great.

Getting Warmer (orphaned) (Rated T, 8.2k) 

Injured and freezing after a kikimora hunt gone wrong, Geralt and Jaskier must wait out a thunderstorm at the bottom of a cliff, huddling for warmth. It is here that Geralt finally confronts his feelings for the bard.

Jaskier and Mountains Just Don't Mix by C4t1l1n4 (Rated G, 3.8k)

Despite the other Witchers' positive reaction to Geralt's bard, Vesemir is reluctant to have a human stay with them at Kaer Morhen so Jaskier attempts to leave and ends up almost freezing to death on the side of the mountain. Hypothermia fic

Immediately, I Love Him (He's Doing His Best) by @hum-my-name (Rated G, 26.5k)

"In which Greg is some sort of guardian angel, I don't know" <><> A few days ago, Joey Batey did an interview in which he created a lovely little character named Greg. A few days ago, I decided to write a cute little thing about Greg and Jaskier being the best of friends throughout the years, with a dash of Geralt and Jaskier friendship as a treat. 13k words later, here we are. Enjoy.

Broken Mirror by happy_hermit (Rated G, 2.1k) 

To Geralt’s credit, he waits until they’re well away from Kaer Morhen to ask the question. He also waits until Yennefer and Ciri have gone to bed, which makes the whole thing feel a bit too calculated for Jaskier’s liking, which is to say that he doesn’t like it at all. “Where’s your lute, Jaskier?” Jaskier doesn’t quite flinch, though his heart does something of the sort all on its own. It is very much a wound that hasn’t healed; as is most of him, these days.

Echo by @kingthunder (Rated E, 29.5k)

Jaskier loses his voice the morning after a concert. As he and Geralt find new ways to fill the silence between them, they realize it isn't only Jaskier's voice that's been lost—and getting it back will bring them closer than they've ever been before.

If There's Any Sleep At Night by @smolalienbee (Rated T, 22.8k)

The mare is but a silhouette of a human and yet at his words something passes through her expression - whether it’s surprise, joy, fear, Geralt doesn’t know. But it’s clear that what he said has struck her in some way. (“She is not some mindless monster, Geralt.” He remembers Jaskier’s words.) A mare, also known as a mara or a zmora - a malicious entity, a bringer of nightmares and a demon of the night. An easy enough contract to fulfill, if only frustrating, or at least that’s what Geralt believes when he first sets out to hunt down one such mare. What he doesn’t expect is to be wrapped up in a tale of a wronged soul, of love and of joy.

Also, because I'm not above reccing my own fics, here's a few I've written!

Wash Away the Blood and Tears by me (Rated T, 1.8k)

Jaskier re-injures his fingers while distracting Nilfgaard from Ciri. Afterward, Geralt volunteers to help wash his hair. Or: In which Jaskier gets a bath and a nap, and Geralt gets a new role in the group.

We'll Build a Den Out of Pillows (And Get Drunk Again) by me (Rated G, 2k)

Jaskier gets sick. When Geralt asks how to help, Jaskier jokingly suggests that he build a pillow fort. He does not expect Geralt to take it seriously. Geralt takes it seriously.

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If you want more, there’s a Protective Geralt tag on AO3 that I’m sure has many lovely works I haven’t read!

(You can also find my other reclists here)

#wren recs #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic recs #witcher #reclists #twn #asks #anon #am i getting a reputation? how fun! #i guess y'all are catching onto the fact that i have no self-restraing when it comes to reclists lol

[hellfireclubmember]

Secret Nerd PT 2

Someone requested this and I can't find the ask so I am sorry. I'm also sorry for literally taking forever to get to it.

part 1

Summary: Eddie, who may or may not be in love with you, finds out you like LOTR.

Warning(s): lots of steve fluff but eddie angst, unrequited love, not proof read

pairing(s): boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader, platonic!in love!eddie munson x fem!reader

w/c: 1.6k

Siouxsie and the Banshees was softly playing through the dimly lit shop. The stacks of new records were beginning to lose their height as you sorted them out into their appropriate bins. There was dust in the air from the number of bins you were kicking out of the way. Usually there was someone to help you with the heavy lifting, but it was 10 AM on a Tuesday. A time void of customers.

“(Y/N)!!” Eddie’s voice boomed through the store.

There was something almost pathetic about how fast a smile appeared on your face when you heard him. You loved it when Eddie visited you at work. He always made your shift go by at Mach speeds. He helped you on inventory days, walking around holding piles of records all whilst giving you free music advice. Which was really just him complaining about anything you put on the loudspeaker. Because according to the dramatic mop of hair, ‘your music taste would be perfect if you just cut out all the moody, creepy whining.’

“I know you’re in here, short stack! Only you would be playing Siouxsie.” You could hear the eyeroll from across the store.

“Yeah, whatever, act like I haven’t seen you nod your head to Happy House.” You walked onto the main floor where Eddie was sitting on the counter, next to the Madonna cassettes. “Nice of you to come see me, Edward.”

“No need to continue the act, (Y/L/N).” His face was stone cold, eyes blank. Last time he looked that severe, he was being told that Hellfire couldn’t use the theatre room because the basketball team had booked it last second. Not a good day to be around Hellfire’s dungeon master. Mike, Dustin and Lucas avoided him for two days, just to be safe.

“You don’t have to pretend to be friends with me any longer; for I have been told the truth.” He hopped off the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, covering the Megadeth graphic plastered on his black tee. “The lady lies.”

“Me lady?” You pointed your finger to your chest, confused as you could be. “I lie?” Brows furrowed as you thought of any fib you might’ve muttered out lately.

“You lie! If we were friends, you would’ve never kept your love for Lord of the Rings from me!” he exclaimed, hand on his forehead. In that moment, the appreciation you had for Eddie’s dramatics had been replaced with a strong urge to kill. You should’ve guessed it though; it had been exactly one day and one night since you had admitted it to Dustin. And Dustin is a HUGE blabber mouth. The boy did not stop.

“Ah, heard about that huh?”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” He rudely mimicked your voice and glared at you. “This entire time, when I was holding stacks of Duran Duran for you, we could’ve been talking about Boromir’s heroic sacrifice.” It was taking everything in Eddie not to crack. He couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you look all pouty. You were all frown lines and crossed arms.

The small crush Eddie had on you seemed to grow at speeds that would leave NASA’s head spinning. When you were first introduced, he didn’t think much of you. Some chick he saw at school occasionally, walking with Nancy or laughing with faceless losers. You were one of the rare people that didn’t move to the other side of the hallway when he walked by, so he definitely remembered you when Dustin was pushing him toward the group. He already knew you were dating Steve, how could he not? ‘Steve’s girlfriend’ was your identifier. And back then, there was nothing he cared less about. Currently it’s something that didn’t let him sleep at night.

Eddie was never sure what love would feel like; and now he knew what both love and heartbreak felt like. Even so, he was never truly sad, not when he could spend time with you like this. The faux vexed look you were forcing onto your face was enough to crush any self-pity swelling in his chest. Besides, he knew that there was no way he had a chance. You loved Steve, and Eddie knew there was no one else you would rather love.

“You would be a Boromir kind of guy.”

Eddie held his hand over his chest as if he were hit with an arrow. “A woman after my own heart.” He fell onto the counter he was previously sitting on.

“Where’s my pretty girl?” The voice of the sandy haired man was heard before he was seen. Eddie watched your eyes light up before you walked around the counter toward the door.

“Hi, Stevie.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Steve was like a giant, human Xanax. He made every muscle in your body relax, every racing thought slow down. You squeezed him tight and took a deep breath. Steve loved your hugs. You hugged him as if he had gone away for years at a time.

Steve’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he kissed the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“Aw I missed you more, Harrington.” Eddie stood behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest. He was trying his best to look as big as possible. Even if he did know you loved Steve, it did not keep him from messing with him as often as he could.

There was really very little things Eddie could do about the pesky feelings that clawed at his chest when your eyes reached his. He knew that at some point they would slowly fizzle out, like the bubbles in his favorite beer. But for now, he was going to enjoy them. Enjoy looking at you smile, hearing you laugh, rolling your eyes, even putting away those annoying records and cassettes. Even if the image of you stuck to Harrington chunked away at his health. He was used to piecing his heart back together with the scraps of time he could spend with you. Eddie knew what his role was in life and getting the girl wasn’t part of it. It was devastating but his songs had never been better.

You felt Steve’s body tense up. “Man, you’re in here a lot.” He kept a possessive arm around your shoulders. “You wouldn’t want my girl or anything, would you?”

Your head snapped up to look at your boyfriend. That was a really jerky thing to say. Something King Steve would say. Which is what was the most surprising bit, with all the effort Steve put in to distance himself with his asshole high school self. All his other moments of jealousy were pretty tame, cute even. But he was being a jerk to your friend, and it was very upsetting.

Eddie scoffed. “I could never. That would be really dumb of me, right?” He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, his lips placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I bid your farewell, fair maiden. I have dragons to slay and whatnot.”  

The sunlight from outside painted the walls of the record store once Eddie opened the door. The second he was out of ear shot you finally spoke to Steve.

“I hate it when you’re like that.” Steve looked over at you when he heard your voice, and your frown was like a shot to the heart. He was no stranger to your cute angry face, but he knew when you were really upset. That frown looks nothing like the one you shoot him when he steals some of your fries. And he knew why you were upset. He was being a douche bag. As he was saying the words, he knew they were very asshole things to say but he couldn’t stop it. Steve couldn’t help how angry Eddie’s heart eyes made him.

“C’mon baby. He was flirting with you.” He tried to reason with you, walking around the counter to where you were counting some cassettes. “He has to know he can’t have you. Even if you’re all nerdy too.”

“Steve, Eddie isn’t a threat to you.” You turned around to face him. “Just cuz we both like..”

“I know. God, I know he’s not. I’m not insecure, sweets.” He put his hand on your right hip. Looking down at you. “I know I was made for you ‘cus there’s no one out there that loves you like I do.” He let go of your hip and found your hand. A perfect fit, but he already knew that. If that thing about an invisible string was true, he knew you were both knotted up together. Like those impossible knots on your necklaces, the ones you have Steve work out for you.

The anger that you felt for Steve dissipated and turned to another familiar feeling. Adoration. Love. Loving Steve has been the easiest thing you have ever done. He made it so easy. With his honey coated words and his pretty pink lips that kiss away all your worries.

“I just wish you would be nice to Eddie. He’s done nothing but be good friend to me.” There was a part of Steve that knew you were right. He was a good friend, not just to you but to multiple of his own friends. But the part of him that knew he was in love with you made him want to pummel Eddie.

“I just hate that he thinks about you the way I do.” He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “It should be illegal. I should put in a word with Hop, get him arrested or something.” Another kiss on the tip of your nose. “In fact, get every loser that thinks they have a chance with you and through ‘em in jail.” Another kiss to your forehead. He saw the way you were biting back a smile when he pulled away.

“Just please stop being an asshole okay?” His finger found your sides and he started to poke, making you giggle and squirm away.

“If you insist, angel.” His lips pressed to yours for a long kiss.  

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#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie angst #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #joe keery

[beskarandblasters]

Punisher - Copycat Killer Part One

Famous Singer!Joel Miller x Stalker Fan!Reader AU

Copycat Killer Masterlist

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: This story is based on the song Punisher (which is about Phoebe Bridgers being an obsessive Elliott Smith fan) and set in an AU where Joel is a singer and the reader is an obsessed fan.

Summary: Joel is a famous singer and the reader is an obsessed fan who’s willing to do anything and go anywhere to learn more about Joel. And tonight she gets closer to him than she’s ever been.

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, written in third person, stalker behavior from the reader (I mean it’s Punisher what did you expect), age gap (takes place in 2010 so Joel is 43 and reader is in her mid to late 20’s), drug use, drinking, oral sex

“When the speed kicks in

I go to the store for nothing

And walk right by

The house where you lived with Snow White”

She moves through the night in a daze, aimlessly wandering around with no real mission in mind. She just moved to this side of town with the goal of getting closer to someone. That someone is Joel Miller, a singer. He sings a weird combination of folk, blues and country. Whatever it is, his music speaks to her in the most inexplicable fashion. To put it simply, she’s obsessed in an unhealthy way. She knows everything about him; where he was born, what he does in his free time, what he orders at a bar. You name it, she knows it about him. 

She’s kind of a loner, roaming the neighborhood in her free time (which was almost always). The locals grew to know her as Joel Miller’s stalker fan but they deemed that she’s harmless; just a fangirl who’s a bit too old for this sort of behavior. She’s off putting but everyone tends to feel bad for her, letting her take comfort in their shop or restaurant or bar. Sometimes she’s on drugs, sometimes she’s not.

On this particular night she’s on the prowl, looking for something specific. She’s trying to get closer to Joel Miller, as close as she could possibly be. And tonight, she’s looking for a house he used to live in. And when she finds it she’s like a kid in the candy store. Because for her, this is like being at Disneyland. She stops and stares at the white cottage in front of her, not caring about the current owners and whether or not they see her. The house looks like it belongs in a fairytale. It sits in a collection of other identical houses, all connected by a black wrought iron fence and small stone pillars. Despite all the houses looking exactly the same, she knows exactly which one used to be Joel’s. She knows all of the songs he wrote here in a drug induced haze. She feels like she can sense his presence here, even though he hasn’t lived here for a long time. She pictures him sitting on his couch with his guitar, smoking a cigarette with lines of cocaine on the table as he writes, in her opinion, masterpieces. She stands there in awe; in awe that she’s at a place where Joel Miller once was. She takes in all of the little details; the brick pathway to the front door, the stormy gray storybook tile roof, the white stucco exterior, the perfectly manicured lawn. She pictures living here with Joel, watching him as he creates his art. 

She stares off into space directly at the window until the owner opens the front door and shouts, “Get lost, you fucking creep!”

Those words don’t bother her. She’s heard it all before. She turns on her heel and walks down the street and away from the owner’s shouts, feeling satisfied with the little treasure she’s found. 

“The drug stores are open all night

The only real reason I moved to the east side

I love a good place to hide in plain sight”

It’s late at this point, well past midnight. She continues her evening stroll through the streets until she finds a drug store, open twenty four hours; another perk of moving to this neighborhood. The white fluorescent lighting and the burst of air conditioning shock her as she enters the CVS. She meanders up and down the aisles, not looking for anything in particular. She’s just not ready for her drug induced journey to end. The young cashier gives her strange looks as she paces through the aisles. But you can’t really blame him, this is an odd sight. She fantasizes further about a life with Joel, attending music events together and going on tour. All she wants to do is tell him how much his music means to her and she would be satisfied, though… or so she hopes. 

She’s walking through the first aid aisle for like the fifth time when she sees him walk in. She freezes; not knowing what to do with herself. She wants to run over to him; to tell him everything. She wants to tell him how she thinks he’s a lyrical genius and how she knows every line. But she doesn’t. She’s too starstruck. She watches as he grabs a case of beer from the cooler and takes note of the kind he buys (Miller Lite). She watches as he heads over to the cash register. The cashier doesn’t ID him, of course. He pays and disappears into the night, never noticing her the whole time. But why would he? 

She exits the store quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of what direction he was heading. She watches him stumble down the street and she starts following him, always keeping a distance. Eventually he makes a left onto a different residential street and she picks up the pace, trying to catch what house he stops at. He stops at a large house with a gate. There’s a party going on there. He buzzes the intercom and the gate opens. She’s disappointed. It’s not his house. He just left the house party to pick up more beer. Makes sense as to why it wasn’t a fancy, celebrity type of beer. It was a last minute late night decision.

“And here everyone knows you're the way to my heart

Hear so many stories of you at the bar

Most times alone, and some looking your worst

But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers”

The gate is taking a while to close, moving ever so slowly. Without even thinking she bolts towards it, slipping inside just before the gate closes. She’s feeling exhilarated, in disbelief that she actually did this. But if she’s gonna do this, she’s gonna do it all the way. So, she makes the long trek up the pathway and to the front door. It’s unlocked of course because who would be crazy enough to sneak through the locked gate?

She enters and finds a sea of familiar faces; other musicians she recognizes and even some locals in the neighborhood. But when the locals see her a worried expression paints their faces. They know her; they know her deal. They know exactly why she’s here. None of them dare to interact with her, not in this setting. It’s different when she’s frequenting their places of business. But here, she’s an intruder; an outsider. She turns the corner and stands on the other side of the wall, looking to eavesdrop. They think she’s gone and they sigh in relief, continuing their conversation. 

“Yeah Miller was trashed last weekend… Hope the guy’s doing okay…”

“He’s been on like a six month long bender.”

“I think he’s going through something.”

She listened on the other side of the wall in pure glee at the insider information she was receiving. He’s in need, she thinks to herself, I can be there for him; I can help him. 

“Yeah he looks like shit lately… really nice guy, though. Hope he gets the help he needs.”

She decides to look for him again, weaving through clusters of drunk people, eyes constantly scanning the crowd. She spots an empty bathroom, a rare find for a house party like this, and does a line in preparation. Just in case she happens to find him. 

She steps outside into the backyard where it’s less congested. She walks along the lavish pool, pool chairs spread out all around it with people talking, drinking, and making out on them. She spots a pool house in the back of the yard with its door slightly ajar. Curious, she makes a beeline for it, hoping and praying in her head that he’s there. 

“What if I told you I feel like I know you

But we never met?”

It must be her lucky day. She pokes her head in to find none other than Joel Miller, sitting on the couch under the dim light, downing his beer. He looks at her as she enters and there’s a sense of recognition in his eyes but he doesn’t comment on it. She’s too stunned to say anything and she’s worried if she does she won’t be able to stop. Strangely enough, he’s kind to her, inviting her to sit down on the couch with him. 

“You’re welcome to take a seat with me, darlin’,” he says, slurring his words ever so slightly. 

Between the drugs and how starstruck she is, her legs can barely move. It feels like they’re thousands of pounds as she tries to make it to the couch, sitting gingerly beside him. She goes to say something, anything, but when she opens her mouth nothing comes out. 

As if he can read her mind he says, “We don’t have to talk much darlin’.”

She nods and looks down at her hands, fiddling with them as she sneaks small glimpses at him. She looks at the way his legs are spread apart; the way his hand is wrapped around the beer bottle, the Adam's apple bobbing in his neck as he takes a sip. God, she wants him so bad. But she doesn’t know how to act on it. She needs him to take the lead. 

“I’m gonna say something crazy,” she starts, the words just falling out of her mouth and she can’t stop, “I know we’ve never met… But I feel like I know you.”

That doesn’t seem to phase him. 

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that, darlin’ but it’s nice you feel that way.”

She doesn’t really know what to say to that. She wants to prove him wrong; prove that she’s different. Without thinking she scooches closer and closer to him. He doesn’t fight it. He looks at her with the wild look she has in her eyes. Between the drugs, alcohol and the strange, inexplicable attraction they have for each other their lips just come crashing together. She pulls herself into his lap and straddles him, grinding her hips against him as they kiss each other passionately. Her hands find his hair as his hands gravitate towards his waist. She’s internally flipping the fuck out that she is kissing the Joel Miller in this random fucking pool house. She reaches between her legs and rubs the spot where his cock is pitching a tent in his pants. He moans against her lips as her hands caress him above the fabric. She moves her lips from his and finds his neck, pressing wet kisses there as he throws his head back against the couch. She moves herself off of him and kneels on the floor, unbuckling his jeans to fight the wet spot in his boxers where his pre-cum leaked out. She gropes him again, this time with less fabric in the way, driving him insane. His eyes are shut with pleasure and anticipation as she works him harder and harder. She pulls his cock from his boxers and wastes no time sucking him off, taking as much of him as she can in her mouth and down her throat. He grunts and groans as she moves one hand to his balls, cupping them lightly as she takes care of his cock. One of his hands grabs her hair, pulling her closer to his groin. Tears spring in her eyes as she takes him further, pushing into the back of her throat. He grinds his hips against her as he fucks her face. She looks up at him through her tear filled eyes as he brings himself closer to the edge with her mouth. She takes a mental picture of him above her in complete and utter pleasure, feeling proud of herself that she did this to him. She feels his cock twitch and harden in her mouth and she knows he’s at the edge. She can’t stop now no matter how uncomfortable her jaw is. She wills herself to take him a smidgen deeper as he cums in her mouth. His moans like music to her ears as she swallows every last drop of his warm release. His grip on her hair softens as he comes down from his high, panting and cursing profusely. She removes him slowly from her mouth and catches her breath. Her mind is internally screaming at her right now, torn between being proud but also freaking the fuck out. They both sat there catching their breath before either of them spoke. 

“I can't open my mouth and forget how to talk

'Cause even if I could, wouldn't know where to start

Wouldn't know when to stop”

And it’s Joel who speaks first, “That was a damn good time, darlin’.”

She’s silent and he doesn’t know what to do with that. Anything and everything she wants to say to him is on the tip of her tongue, aching to be heard. But now she’s paranoid, surely from the drugs. She’s going ballistic in her mind that she got this close to Joel; too close. She wipes her chin, gets up and bolts, leaving him there on the couch with his cock still out in the open and wet. She weaves in and out of the crowd of people again, on the edge of panic attack. Yet when she finds herself on the street she’s already thinking about where to see him again. 

End note: This was super fun for me to write!!! I was most excited for this song. I know it's a little weird but thanks for reading🥰 I like where it ended for the sake of the story and the song but I'm thinking of doing a part two👀 These two and this universe really intrigue me.

#beskarandblasters punisher #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller au #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #punisher #punisher phoebe bridgers #pedrostories #pedro pascal joel miller #pedro pascal characters #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfic #joel miller

[midnightdevotion]

Mistake

Requested: Mav is dating the admirals daughter, he breaks up with you to 'protect' you, but it was a mistake.

Pairing: Maverick x reader

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, um Ice being sweet and Maverick being an idiot

a/n: ummmm I adore maverick even though he's a little shit. Currently contemplating a spine tattoo? anyways I use these a/ns for my thoughts :)

Maverick was scared.

Maverick never felt scared, not when he was flying at high speeds or doing maneuvers that would scare any normal person. Not when he was speeding around on his bike helmet-less, no all those things just made maverick feel more alive.

He felt that way whenever he was with you too- alive. Like nothing could touch him or anything bad that did happen would be but a speck to him when he's with you. Things were going so well between you too, he was even planning on telling you he loved you. Then he got called for a very dangerous mission. One he wasn't sure he'd make it back from.

Now the fear that he was feeling was new, because he'd never had someone to come back to- who'd be here waiting for him to come back. He was terrified at the idea of leaving you to mourn him. It wasn't that he was doubting his skills, he just kept having these intrusive thoughts of 'what if'. He'd never really dealt with those before.

A feeling maverick was use to was reckless. So he made the decision that he needed to end things. He couldn't handle this- this fear bubbling up inside him, eating him alive. He convinced himself it didn't matter- he was doing what was best for you.

He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that this was a terrible answer for his actions. That if he'd stop and talk to goose for five seconds, the married and clearly better at relationships of the duo would knock some sense into him. That's the kicker though- he didn't want sense knocked into him, because this feeling? This scared feeling made his hands shake, and his stomach turn and he was acting irrationally because he'd never felt it before and this was the only way to get rid of it.

He was shipping out tomorrow morning anyway- so you will have space to move on before he's back in three weeks. He doesn't give himself time to rethink, not a spare second to consider that you're an adult who knows the risks of dating a naval aviator- or even that he's going to regret this. So that's how he finds himself at your door step on a night you weren't expecting.

"Mav! what are you doing here" and the happiness in your voice at his surprise visit has him swallowing hard. If you only knew why he was standing there, you wouldn't be so happy to see him.

"Mav?" you question him when he doesn't respond, and when he doesn't make eye contact or move to kiss you- something he always does within seconds of seeing you, you know something is off. Even that one time you ran into him unintentionally in the cereal aisle of the store he kissed you, now he's here on your doorstep looking like a kicked puppy.

"we uh... we need to talk" and whether it be because you are an over thinker that plays out every scenario possible, or just because it's an obvious statement for breakups you know what's happening. You steele yourself and look towards the horizon.

"okay" you sound almost robotic, the last thing you're going to do is let him see that this is gonna hurt you. Maverick knows you too well though, he sees right through the walls that just shot up, an he hates that he made them shoot up. It took him so long to get you to lower them.

"I think we need to take a break.. it'd be good for us" you can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth.

"say what you need to say maverick but don't put this as an us thing. This is you- all you so at least be honest" there's a coldness to your voice that maverick hates, you've never been cold with him.

"I can't do this anymore" it was as close to the truth and he was going to give you.

"okay" If he didn't know you so well, he'd be offended by the lack of emotions on your face. He could see it though, the glimmer of pain in your eyes, the flinch in your hands when the words came out of his mouth. The way you were biting the inside of your cheek, something you only did when you were hiding how you really felt.

"okay? You're not going to yell at me or slap me or anything?" and he should've known you wouldn't hell it makes sense that you didn't. Growing up with an admiral as a father you know how to put walls up so thick nobody could even dream of getting past them. Hiding your emotions so well because you didn't want your over protective dad to get angry. Not to say you didn't grow up in a loving home- but you learn some things when you watch your dad put up walls because he has too. His job demanding it of him. Maverick hated that he was the reason it was happening now, and being directed at him.

He hated that even though you were so strong and hiding behind this metaphorical wall he could see your eyebrow tense, and you swallow tensely.

"No Pete I'm not, if that's all then you are free to go" and to anyone else your voice would sound emotionless, like you didn't care. He heard it though, the hitch in your breath, and the quiver in your voice as you said his name. He doesn't really know what to say, so he just nods.

You don't wait any longer than that to shut the door. Leaving Pete to stand there looking at the closed door in front of him thinking 'what did I just do'.

His next movements are auto pilot. He gets on his motorcycle and drives back to his place. He eats a sandwich, not sure if he even tasted it and he goes to bed.

_____

Over the last three weeks you have been a mess. Most nights spent crying and filled with restless sleep. Your family was worried, because they'd never seen you this torn up about any guy. Your dad- he was pissed. You'd found out on accident that Pete had shipped out, after telling your dad you two broke things off- and what was supposed to be a funny comment about staying away from pilots now. He just grumbled that as soon as the son of a bitch was state side, he'd wish he was in hell.

You didn't doubt your dads ability to make Mavericks life a living hell, but you saw his eyes soften when you asked him to please just let it go. You'd been staying with your parents for the time being- comforted by being home, somewhere there was no memories of maverick and you. You'd spent the days working and your nights falling apart and that's what it had been for the past three weeks.

You knew maverick would be back any day now, overhearing your parents in the breakfast nook talk about what to do. They didn't want to necessarily shelter you- rather just protect you from the pain of seeing him again. You cracked a small smile after your dad grumbled something about staging an accident in the air, and your moms loud gasp and a resounding smack to his arm.

You'd always wonder growing up, why your dad made you promise to stay away from pilots. Seeing how in love he was with your mother, how they were each others best friends, always making each other laugh like they were teenagers. For a while it grossed you out, coming home and seeing your parents flirt or kiss in the kitchen isn't something a 13 year old wants to see. Now though, you just wished you could find a love like that- and you thought you had with pete.

Stepping off the last step you round into the kitchen, your parents conversation lulling to a stop indicating it was very much about you. You didn't let it bother you, you know they were only worried about you.

"Morning, I um took your suggestion and called my friends. We're gonna go out tonight" your voice was soft, fitting for the early morning and the sound of coffee brewing.

"oh good! It'll be good for you to get out of the house!" your mothers eager voice chirped back. You know she meant well, and she was only concerned for you so you just sent her a small smile. You didn't have to see it to know your parents sent each other a look as you started to whip up pancakes.

"oh man I love having you home" comes your dad's gruff sigh- you laugh a genuine one, which have been few and far between for the last few weeks.

"you just love that I make you pancakes" you glance over at him, seeing him smile just as wide. Having grown up with this side of your dad, you always thought it was funny that so many found him intimidating. His gruff serious side didn't come home with him very often, he was always cracking jokes and full of love.

You waste the day away with your parents, grateful that they just let you be and didn't press on how you were doing. They knew you well enough they didn't even need to ask anyway. So when you find yourself getting ready to go out with your friends you sigh. Not really wanting too, but also not wanting to bail on your friends who were worried or worry your parents further by not going out.

So you force yourself to put on a cute dress, and you force yourself to put on makeup and do your hair. You stand in the mirror ready for the evening and just looking at yourself. Armor down, but ready to go back up when you step out of your room. Your shoulders are slouched, tired from not sleeping great the last few weeks, haunted by dreams of the man you thought you'd marry.

The bags under your eyes hidden as best you could with makeup, the frown pulling at your lips, showing just how miserable you are. Were you really ready for a night of fake smiles and pretending you are okay? Not really. You were ready for a night of drinking your feelings away though.

You hear the doorbell ring, and you know it's time. So you throw your shoulders back, and take a deep breath. Pulling open the door to your bedroom you hear your best friend at the door.

"hi mom, dad, how are you guys doing?" and the smile you crack at that is genuine, always finding it funny that your best friend refers to your parents like they are her own.

After that it's a whirlwind- of her promising to come visit more, hugs and kicking you out the door. Like they were eager to get rid of you or something.

"Savanna and Chelsea are meeting us at the bar in about an hour, we wanted to ask though, are you okay with going to the usual bar? we can go into san diego if you'd rather." You wish you could say you didn't hesitate but you did. Weighing out your options, sure San Diego would pose no chance of running into Pete, but you could walk home form the bar here, whenever you wanted. Pete is in the middle of the ocean anyway, so you decide.

"we can just go to the usual, it'll be okay- he's not here anyway" you watch as Kenzie has sympathetic eyes for you, and part of you hates it, the other part is just glad you have friends like her.

It takes no time at all for you to pull up to the bar, and you almost feel sick as you push the car door open. You'd come here so many times with the damn aviator, walking the beach and laughing like you had nothing to lose.

You walk into the bar, so focused on keeping your head high and shoulders back that you don't even notice the wing man sitting in the corner. Goose, and if Goose was stateside that means maverick is too.

You're too focused on getting a shot, didn't matter what kind just something to dull this ache that has been constant. Kenzie the best friend she is ordered six shots to split between you two. The fact that she definitely spotted the mustached aviator being a big motivator to keep you distracted.

She sat to your left, knowing that you would face her and keep the aviator out of eye sight. It felt like no time at all had passed before the other two members of your group joined. Instantly ordering more shots and feeling truly happy to be with your best friends again.

You didn't expect a blond aviator to come up to you. You'd seen him around before but you'd never really interacted with him. You were even more surprised when he asked you to dance. You wanted to say no, but he looked nice enough and the looks your friends were giving you were basically begging you to say yes. So you did.

That was three songs ago, and you were really enjoying yourself now. He made you laugh, a foreign feeling on your lips. He twirled you around and dipped you, a motion that brought out a giggle. When he pulled you back up, you didn't expect to hear a clearing of a throat.

"What the hell Kazansky" You move your heads to see none other than Pete Maverick god damn Mitchell standing there. The taller man in front of you let out a laugh.

"Can I help you Mitchell, me and the pretty lady are busy" and you blush, because well c'mon you're only human and just about anyone would blush under this blond haired, green eyed greek god.

"Like hell your busy- you know thats my girl!" his shout has you angry. Before Tom can even mutter out a sarcastic testosterone filled reply you step in.

"No I'm not" and its as if the whole bar quieted to listen to this goddamn fight. You could feel all the eyes on you, maverick and Tom. Maybe it was the several shots you'd had, or the overwhelming amount of feelings you had in the last three weeks, but the damn broke.

"you don't get to come in here and act like you weren't the one at my doorstep telling me you wanted to call it quits. You definitely don't get to tell me I can or cannot dance with someone. I am not yours anymore, which big reminder is what you fucking wanted. So leave me alone Pete" you watch as maverick looks stunned, but you turn not wanting to let him see you break. The blond you were dancing with you decide is a saint, as he pulls you off the dance floor and out by the beach.

Inside the bar, Goose stepped up behind maverick. Placing his hand on the shorter mans shoulder.

"what were you thinking mav?" he watches as maverick flinches.

"I-I don't... I messed up goose" and he didn't need to say it, the WSO already knew, he knew that three weeks ago when they stepped aboard the naval ship and his best friend looked lost.

Outside, you apologized to Tom, feeling bad for how the night turned out.

"No apologies necessary, you don't owe me anything, all I wanted was a dance" you give him a grateful smile, knowing a lot of dirtbags would view it differently.

"Well thank you- for everything, but I think I'll walk home now"

"You want me to walk with you?" and you appreciated his offer, really, but you need some time to think.

"no- that's okay I think some space would do me good, go enjoy the rest of your night Tom" and he gives you a soft smile before nodding. He watches you walk away, but he doesn't go in yet. He knows maverick will assume you two left together if he doesn't and that is his plan. He's right, it takes Maverick all of another five minutes before he's rushing out the bar doors.

"Goose I gotta get her back!" and he sees the mustached pilot smile and shake his head. He heads back inside before maverick can see him leaning against the building.

"ice? Maverick thought you took-" and ice cuts him off with a laugh.

"I know exactly what he thought goose- that was kind of the idea" and realization strikes on the married mans face, before he's lost in a fit of laughter. Ice can't help but join in.

"someone wanna fill me in?" It's sliders voice that cuts them out of their laughter.

"sometimes maverick needs a kick in the ass, he was a miserable sap the last three weeks and I figured if he saw me 'making a move' on his girl then he'd get his shit together and stop being so annoying." comes Ice's quick explanation. Slider just smirks shaking his head, because Ice was right and it worked.

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Your walk home wasn't the most efficient one. You stopped and watched the waves for probably an hour and your pace wasn't necessarily quick. You wanted your parents to think you'd went out for a good amount of time. That and you just wanted to wallow in peace, nobody to keep it together for, nobody to worry about you when it's just you and the stars.

When you arrive at your parents house, the walk feeling too long and yet not long enough, you see an anxious pilot waiting for you. You have no more fight in you, no more energy to put up walls, no more anger just numb. He looks up, hearing the scuff of your shoe on the pavement.

"I uh went by your place and after an hour I figured maybe you'd come here instead. Uh your dad said you weren't home and shut the door in my face so" and you can't help the small smile at the idea of your father just shutting the door in mavericks face.

"I took the long way home" the tension between you two, something you'd never felt with him was nauseating. How could someone who you were on the free fall of falling in love with be so close to a stranger now.

"I- I made a mistake" and you can't help but scoff at that. He takes a small step closer and you almost flinch.

"Stop" your voice is hoarse. You see the pain flicker in his eyes, and part of you wants to reach out to him but the other remembers everything you've felt, every drop of pain he put you in and you will yourself to be still. You can't worry about him when you're standing here breaking into pieces.

"Honey please- I was scared... I didn't want to hurt you but god I was so scared that maybe I'd die and you'd be heartbroken and I couldn't do that to you." The laugh that leaves your mouth is humorless, it sounds nothing like you and that scares maverick more than him dying on a mission.

"so you decided to break my heart anyways" Your voice is hallow. Sure over the last three weeks you'd picture him coming back to you, and you go on being happy but now that it's happening? It's so much more complicated, and your tired and tipsy brain can't compute any of it. So when he opens his mouth to speak, you hold your hand up.

"Pete I...I can't do this right now. You need to go" and Pete knows you well enough to know that you are exhausted, the evidence that you tried to hide before the bar coming full force, plus now your feet ache and your head hurts, your heart feels like it's breaking even more.

You can tell he doesn't want to, he wants to get everything off of his chest, but you- you need to put yourself first. Something you've always struggled to do. So you're grateful when your dad opens the door. Not so thrilled that he was listening but glad at the same time because he won't let Pete argue with you. Not when he sees his little girls defeated stature and broken eyes.

Pete doesn't move as you walk around him, though it does sting when you take the extra steps to go around him without touching him. He watches as you walk up the steps, kissing your dad on the cheek and whispering something. Pete was hoping maybe that would be that, but he's not surprised when he sees your dad step out and shut the door behind him.

"Let me make one thing very clear to you Mitchell. That's my little girl, and one day if your lucky you'll have a daughter, and you'll understand where I am coming from but you EVER hurt my daughter again and I will ruin you. It doesn't take a fool to see that you love her, and I wouldn't be so understanding if I myself hadn't made this mistake with my dear wife. Trust me when I say they know what they are signing on for, and they find us for whatever reason worth the risk. You do everything you can to make up for the last three weeks, and then you fight tooth and nail for the rest of your life to keep her happy and keep coming home to her. Do you understand me?"

"Yes- Yes Sir." with that the admiral nods and he walks inside, stopping at the last second before he throughs out.

"She needs space for now, but you can come by tomorrow." and it was a gentle way of telling him to get off of his property and Pete does just that, a bounce in his step as he thinks of what to do for you tomorrow.

When you wake up, you aren't shocked to see the clock read 10 am. Usually your more of an early bird, but with how loaded last night was plus how tired you were before any of the events you finally feel somewhat refreshed.

To say you're shocked when you make your way down the stairs is an understatement. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to see Maverick and your dad LAUGHING, while cooking you pancakes.

The two men sobered up quickly when they see your confused self, standing in the entry way of the kitchen.

"Morning sweetie, I'll give you two some privacy" he comes over to you and presses a kiss to your cheek, mumbling that you should hear him back, and you just mumbled back 'traitor'. When you don't make a move to come closer, Pete sighs.

"I don't know what I need to do for your forgiveness, I brought loads of flowers-" at this you glance to the table to see he did in fact bring LOADS of flowers, there's at least 6 dozen flowers stealing all the space on your table.

"-I'm making you breakfast- well attempting and I am ready to get on my knees and grovel." You can see the seriousness in his eyes as he speaks. He steps closer and unlike last night you let him.

"I am so sorry I hurt you, I was an idiot, and I didn't even think about what I was doing- I know that doesn't make it okay. I was so scared and darling I never feel scared so I acted on impulse- a stupid fucking impulse. I was miserable all three weeks on that stupid god damn ship just waiting to come see you again. I got off that ship and went right to your place, when no one answered I felt defeated. So I went to the bar to drink my sorrows away and saw you with Kazansky and I felt like someone shot me. I know I didn't handle it right- any of it, but I love you and only want you so please please forgive me"

Your heart was a stuttering mess, poor thing has gone through so much abuse the last month. You could see the desperation in Pete's eyes, and as much as you wanted to keep him waiting for a response you couldn't help the lazy smile that started to form on your lips.

"You love me huh?" and Pete is too worried you won't forgive him to notice the joking tone in your voice.

"Yes sweetheart, I love you so much and It scared the hell out of me, I'm an idiot I know"

"shut up and kiss me Mitchell" and so he did, he kissed you like his life depended on it, and for a moment you think maybe yours did. Like you had gone three weeks without oxygen and you were finally coming up for air.

"I love you too, you stupid pilot." and he was the happiest man on earth.

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h. hi do u have any thoughts about levi / floch and if so may i hear them ^_^; .. relationship thoughts , perchance 🐺

YA <3 ..... sfw but no minors on my page pls

Levi

Levi is surprisingly an excellent baker…store bought desserts are often too sweet or artificial for his tastes so he just makes them himself and he’s really good at it! Baking for you easily becomes one of his love languages..

This can pose a slight problem when you sneak into the kitchen while he’s in the middle of his process and try to stick a finger in whatever batter/filling he’s mixing. He is SWATTING your hand away at the speed of light… giving you that disappointed, tired stare like “we literally talked about this :/”

He’s not a monster though—he’ll let you taste stuff if you just use a clean spoon! Keep the filthy mitts AWAY >:(

He’s into wordle lmao. And he doesn’t explicitly ask or state it but he expects you to do it with him everyday….it’s a collaborative project! He’ll be in the other room like “okay. I’m checking out the wordle now.” And if you just respond with an acknowledgment without dropping what you’re doing to come assist him he’ll peek his head in on you like… did you hear me? Im doing the wordle 😒! And you better make haste to go join him!

He spoils pets more than you…. & I think he’s seriously baffled that you’d wanna deny them human food. Gives you the straightest, most serious face and is like hey. your son is sad. he needs a piece of that sandwich. Looks at you like you just kicked a puppy in front of him when you say no.

You tease him for how particular he is about seemingly random things a lot… one day you bring up the cup holding thing and he sets his mug down like “Oh my god is this going to be a whole thing? It does not need to be.” You exhaust him!

If you’re ever sick he is concerned but also full hazmat suiting… Do not expect any kisses till you’re recovered and he is certain you’re not contagious. This man will wear a mask around you if you have a SNIFFLE. But he also is preparing soup, medicine, tea—whatever you may possibly need he has it ready…. He is an acts of service king of course he won’t leave you hanging.

Undefeated back rub giving KING. He’ll wear this bored expression like he’s thinking about something else while he absolutely DEMOLISHES any knots in your muscles…leaving you a comfortable jello consistency. It’s so routine for him—he knows the exact expression you’ll wear on your face before asking for a back rub and he’s gotten so familiar he’ll stop what he’s doing and motion for you to lay on the bed before you even get the words out.

He’s not shy asking you to play with his hair, especially because he knows you really enjoy it, but he will also ask you to wash your hands first….it’s nothing personal but he just watched you take your phone into the bathroom with you and he already showered tonight :/ It feels like a reasonable request.

His insomnia is annoying as hell when you just wanna fall asleep cuddling and stay cuddling all night. He’ll usually come cuddle for a bit when you fall asleep and occasionally he will fall asleep like that for a little while… but after at most an hour that man is sneaking back up to drink some tea and do paperwork or smth :/ Then he wakes up before you so bed empty in the morning :(

Floch (was scared bc u love him so i kept it brief )

Big banter enjoyer… This man is insanely sarcastic and dry and he loves when you’ll stick to the bit with him—he’s also never once shied away from teasing you for stupid stuff.

Oh thank god! I was really worried you’d remember the notebook you need for class today—What a close call 😮‍💨. Let’s head back. 

Right! I’m just glad we’ll manage to miss the train because of it !

He gets really puffy under eye bags so you teach him hydrating and soothing skin care that’ll help. He ends up really liking your self care ideas… the next time you see him you’re walking in on Floch leaning back on a chair with cucumbers on his eyes wearing your robe and one of your headbands… he’s so zen at that moment he doesn’t even notice you taking his picture. It becomes a point of tension when you won’t delete it as your lock screen afterwards for weeks.

He will fight dirty to get you to do what he wants. Maybe you were thinking of joining some friends for a girl’s night out at the bar… Floch is prepared with your favorite movie and some persuasive words to make you remember how much you prefer staying in with him! 

He will drop bad news in the form of doorknob confessions… like by the way my parents need to stay here this weekend! See ya. 🚶(leaves and turns off his phone)

He’ll make fun of you for the shows you’re into then be fully invested in them….. Fully pouts because you watched an episode of Fruits Basket without him like ???? He said he didn’t like it :/

#levi x reader #aot x reader #aot #floch x reader #I hope I did ur fav guy okay :// truly im not the most confident in writing his character (._.) #but I’m honored u even asked thank u sending u a big ole squeeze!! #also I’ve never done wordle so is that realistic?? who’s to say……. #levi is so me coded here tbh #aside from the giving pets human food >:-(