#will resume my dumbness at a later date

[tiannasfanfic]

You Belong with Me: Part 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Christopher Smith can have some pretty dumb ideas sometimes regarding dating and romance. For his latest ploy in getting your attention, he drags Adrian Chase into playing the ultimate wingman. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab reader with non-binary pronouns. An alternate take on the Fake Dating trope. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense. I spent all day yesterday in bed and the brain fog is still pretty bad today while editing. This will be a two or three parter, kind of a slow burn.

CW: Light teasing and smut; dry humping, kissing and masturbation.

Word Count: 2,363

When Peacemaker explained his plan to finally get the woman he liked to notice him, Adrian Chase was very doubtful about it.

“Dude, I’m telling you, it’s a foolproof plan!” Chris insisted.

Adrian still wasn’t so sure. He stared at his best friend with an expression of confusion mixed with doubt.

“Run this by me one more time,” he finally. “How is me asking Y/N out, which is who you like, by the way, supposed to get them to like you and go out with you instead?”

Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“For the millionth time,” he started explaining, voice tight with strained patience. “You always bring anyone you date over to my place a lot to hangout because you want us to be friends too, right? So, you get Y/N to go out with you, start bringing them over a lot like you normally would, they’ll get to know me outside of work, realize how great of a guy I am and then BAM! We switcheroo and I’m the one dating Y/N instead and you’re off the hook!”

It barely made any sense to Adrian, but he caved because it was Chris asking him. Ultimately, he never told Peacemaker no, no matter how insane the thing he was asking for was.

Considering he knew this wasn’t a real date for him, Adrian had no problem finding the courage to ask you out. He did this a few days later after a mission while you were taking inventory on the remaining ammo.

“Hey, would you want to go out with me sometime?” Adrian asked, the question falling the easiest it ever had from his mouth. “Like, as in a date?”

He expected you to say no, like most women did. He figured that he’d have to turn on the charm and work for it.

Instead, you got the biggest grin on your face.

“I’d love to!” you said without any hesitation, looking excited.

It made his heart dance a little. He didn’t know why.

Later, when he told Peacemaker you said yes, Chris clapped him on the back and Adrian felt slightly sick to his stomach. He also didn’t know why on that one either.

The evening of your first date came. Adrian was a ball of nerves on his way to pick you up, but relaxed once you were in the car. You always had that effect on him, ever since say one. Your presence calmed him down. The two of you talked all the way to the Mexican restaurant he was taking you to, the conversation flowing easily like it always did.

“I gotta say, I was really surprised when you asked me out,” you said after the two of you ordered.

“How come?” he said, diving into the chips and salsa on the table.

“I figured awhile back that you wouldn’t,” you said, shrugging. “So, I’ve been working up the nerve to do it myself.”

Adrian looked at you with a confused expression.

“To ask yourself out?”

“No, to ask you out.”

The next few minutes Adrian spent in a wild coughing fit with you clapping him on the back. Your words made him choke on the chip he was eating.

It only went downhill from there.

Which is to say, it went amazingly well for Adrian.

After your confession, there was a brief period of comfortable silence before the conversation resumed. He found out the two of you shared even more interests than he previously thought. In general, you were into most of the same things he was but had different likes and dislikes about them than he did.

As the evening went on, both of you began to get more flirty, playful even, but it stayed just this side of too inappropriate.

When he took you home, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek outside your door.

“I’d invite you in,” you said as you parted from the hug. “But I’m not going to tempt myself.”

“Tempt yourself?” Adrian asked, confused since he’d been inside your apartment before. “What do you mean?”

You didn’t answer, you just smiled mysteriously and kissed him on the other cheek, which made him blush, then went inside.

Despite the circumstances surrounding the date, Adrian went home feeling like he was on cloud nine. He even hummed to himself as he got ready for patrol, a bit more upbeat than he usually was. Thinking about you gave him something to direct his excess energy towards once he hit the streets on patrol. Normally, he liked to keep his thoughts occupied while on patrol. It helped him focus better on what was physically going on around him. But on slow nights like tonight, it gave him something to occupy his mind.

Eventually, his thoughts came around to how you looked at him when he walked you to your door. The urge to kiss you had been undeniable. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. While Chris had told him that he may need to date you for a while before you succumbed to his charms, which meant doing all the things people who date does, Adrian was struggling with that now. He didn’t know why, but he was having second thoughts about this whole thing.

That’s what was on his mind shortly after midnight when he got a text from you.

Hey you. How’s patrol?

Sometimes you texted him late at night when you couldn’t sleep, so this wasn’t unusual. Over the last couple of months, it had actually become quite common. You explained it once, how you had periodic flares of insomnia that sometimes got bad enough you’d go days without a full night’s rest. Adrian was usually the only one up when this happened and, once you had figured that out, you’d started texting him. He never minded talking to you. In fact, it always made his heart skip a beat when your name popped up on his phone.

Boring as fuck. Absolutely nothing is going on.

Isn’t that a good thing though? Means no crime, right?

In theory, yeah, but in practice it’s sooooooo fucking dull. Like, I’m five seconds away from staring a game of Russian Roulette with myself.

Lmao! Don’t do that. What side of town you patrolling tonight?

Northeast, over by the ATV dealership.

Ah, that sucks. If you were on this side, I was going to suggest stopping by. I can’t sleep and am bored as hell too.

Adrian thought it over for a moment then shrugged.

Fuck it, sure! I’ll come by. Nothing is going on over here, so I’ll head that way.

After picking up the Sebring, Adrian headed for your side of town. He left his car a few streets over, did a quick patrol of the surrounding neighborhoods, then headed for your place. The back fence was easy for him to hop and soon he was knocking at your backdoor. Adrian switched his mask for glasses soon after arrival and you both settled on the couch.

“Hey, I got a question,” Adrian said after he’d been over there awhile. “How come you said you couldn’t invite me in earlier, but now you can?”

You chuckled.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask about that,” you said. “That’s because earlier it would’ve tempted me to break the only rule, I have for myself, but now it won’t.”

“Oh,” Adrian said, nodding. Then realized that didn’t make any sense. “What rule is that?”

“To never have sex on the first date,” you said.

Adrian stared at you.

“Why in the fuck would you have a rule like that?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Fortunately, you didn’t seem bothered by the question.

“It was as good of a rule as any,” you shrugged, laughing. “After I had sex for the first time, I realized it wasn’t that big of a deal to me, so I wanted to have one rule to kind of keep myself in check.”

After he thought about it for a minute, it did make sense.

“I see,” he said, nodding. “And since there is usually an expectation for sex from the other party, it’s better to remove the temptation entirely.”

“Exactly,” you said, nodding.

“And don’t worry, I definitely understand the blanket policy,” Adrian continued. “You’ve got to do it with everyone, even people you don’t want to have sex with like me.”

You stared at him.

“When did I ever say I don’t want to have sex with you?”

Adrian stared at you again.

You smiled.

He opened his mouth to say something but found that on top of not knowing what to say, he had also forgotten how to talk entirely. He ended up sitting there with his mouth hanging open.

That didn’t matter though. Soon you were straddling his lap with your lips on his, making talking unnecessarily. He only hesitated for a moment, just long enough for all thoughts to fly out of his head, before kissing you back. His hands went to rest on your hips, squeezing and kneading them as he felt your hands slide up his shoulders to the back of his neck.

While Adrian had imagined what it would be like to kiss you, the reality of it was far better. It was just that right blend of soft and rough that Adrian loved and was able to match easily. He groaned softly as he felt your teeth gently nipping along his bottom lip, one arm slipping around your waist to pull you even closer. It was an instinctive move, and also pulled your groin directly against his. You gasped into his mouth and rolled your hips forward, making him groan deeply in his throat.

Adrian became very aware of how hard he was getting in his suit. Normally, this would be uncomfortable, but the pressure and friction you were providing gave him some relief. You felt good, even through the heavy padding of his suit in that area. While keeping his arm around you, he moved his hand down from your hip to your ass, helping you guide your movements over his throbbing dick.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and Adrian pulled back slightly. You opened your eyes to look down at him with a confused expression.

“Aren’t you violating your rule?” he asked, panting a little. “I don’t want to be the cause of you breaking your own rules.”

“The date technically ended as soon as you dropped me off and left,” you said immediately.

That was a good enough loophole for him. Adrian attacked your neck with his mouth.

Another thought didn’t occur to him until a few minutes later. By that point, your shirt had been flung somewhere into the room, his gloves were on the floor, and his glasses were on the end table. He hadn’t taken your bra off yet, instead he was kissing and licking the top of your breasts just above the fabric line. He still had your ass in a death grip with one hand, pushing you down as he rolled his hips up into you. He grunted softly against your skin, hearing you gasp just before you pushed yourself against him on your own. One of your hands was at the back of his neck and your fingers gripped into him, like you were trying to push him further into your chest. This ramped Adrian up even further and both of his hands went up your back, starting to fiddle with the clasp of your bra as he let his lips graze down over your nipple through the thin fabric. You gasped, hips rolling forward into his again…

And, of course, this would be the exact moment Adrian remembered how much Chris liked you. He remembered what all this was actually for, a rather elaborate and stupid plan to get you and Chris together.

Adrian also realized at this point that, if he didn’t get to keep you after of all this, he wanted no part of it anymore.

“Shit, wait, stop,” Adrian said, panting heavily as he reluctantly pushed you away.

“What’s wrong?” you said, sounding breathless, and looking concerned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Normally the idea of you hurting him would’ve made him laugh his ass off, but right now the concern you were showing made his dick throb under you even more.

“N-no, um,” he said, not sure what to say that wouldn’t give away what was really going on. He knew by now he had a weakness for lying, so he needed to keep it simple and as truthful as possible. “I-it’s just still e-early for me to q-quit patrolling. I-I normally go until f-four or five.”

It wasn’t technically a lie. Normally he didn’t go home for several more hours. So that sounded plausible, right?

Apparently so.

“Oh!” you said, with a sheepish smile coming to your face. “That’s right. I’m sorry. I forgot you are technically still working.”

As you got off his lap, Adrian bit down on his lip, squeezing his hands into fists to keep from pulling you back onto him. He knew if he did that, there would be no stopping anymore.

“S’okay,” Adrian said, quickly standing up as soon as you were clear and adjusting his suit. “No worries. I kinda forgot myself there for a minute too.”

He heard you giggle softly and looked down at you. Your eyes were in the process of coming back to his face from his lower extremities, a playful smiling coming to your lips as your eyes met his. It was almost over right then and there. The look in your eyes made him tremble, but he quickly collected his glasses and gloves, then made a hasty retreat.

Instead of resuming his patrol like he said he was going to, Adrian went straight home. He had barely gotten in the door before he was stripping off the Vigilante suit. It didn’t take him long before he was sitting on his couch, naked and vigorously stroking his shaft as he imagined what it would feel like to have you bouncing on him.

(To be continued…)

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[getthisbread]

Hello!

I think ur writing is pretty neat and was wondering if I could get head cannons of what it would be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with Jay and Cole? (Gender neutral reader) It’s totally ok if ur uncomfortable writing for poly, if so just make it separate pls. Also could you add in a little scenario where Jay, Cole and their s/o are fighting over something (probably something dumb lmao especially Cole and Jay) and then they do something stupid and start laughing over it? Btw I might draw out the scenario so pls let me know if I should tag u if I do. Thank you so much and hope ur having a good day!! :))

Gentle with me

I would be so happy if you drew this omfg- thank you for the request!!! I am totally fine with poly!! I kind of made a reference to Cole x Jay in my last post lmao.

title creds: Touch tank, Quinnie

summary: These boys share one brain cell but, their stupidity is more often endearing than not. <3

Cole Brookstone, Jay Walker (poly) x gn!reader

The road to where you are now was not easy, by any means. Starting to date your now boyfriends was very rough at times, the both of them had trouble coming to terms with the fact that they liked each other and you. In the beginning, there wasn't any communication, Jay, being more emotional thought Cole hated him. Cole didn't exactly realize something was wrong at first, (he's a little dense.)

After a very long heart to heart, the beginning of the relationship was a bit awkward. Jay was raised in a very loving and open home, so affection towards the both of you came a lot easier than it did for Cole. Cole and Lou were never exactly close, and when Lilly passed away, it created an even bigger rift between them. It took Cole a bit, but he does become more open to giving and receiving affection.

Once you have settled into being with them their regular bullshit resumes! Sometimes you will sit in on their hobbies, you and Jay watching drooling over Cole working out, he legitimately looks like a Greek God. Or, you and Cole watching Jay tinker with his creations, he's so cute when his face is all scrunched up in concertation. <3 They like to watch you work too!! It doesn't matter what it is, you could be doing paperwork for all they care, they just want to take in everything about you.

Having two S/O's that are BOTH ninjas definitely makes you worry about every little thing, how it could go wrong, etc. But, on the other side of that coin, Jay and Cole often worry that a villain will hurt you to get to them. So all in all, everyone is worried about each other.

Cole and Jay will have you constantly laughing, the would kill to see you smile. Constantly cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and so much more!!! Anything for your beautiful laugh!

It was just another average day on The Destiney's Bounty, and by average, you meant Jay was pouting because Cole ate his cake! "The nerve! To think, my own boyfriend would steal MY cake! It had my name on it and everything!" Jay ranted. "I'm sorry, okay! I wasn't exactly looking for a name tag! I just saw cake and ate it!" Cole whined back. They be at it all day if I don't step in, you thought. "Cole you of all people should know food is sacred, and Jay, I'm completely sure that if Cole knew it was yours he wouldn't have eaten it. So just kiss and make up already." you said, trying to ease the tension.

Later that night, you and Jay had already settled into bed, Jay being fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. But, you were still awake, waiting for Cole to join you both in bed. After 10-ish minutes, Cole still hadn't come to bed, Where is he? You thought as you slipped out of the covers, careful to not wake Jay.

As you walked down the hall, you noticed the kitchen light still on. Curious, you walked into Cole frosting a lopsided blue cake. "What're you doing hon?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "It's an apology, I didn't realize it was his cake, so I made him another one! No too shabby if I do say so myself." Cole responded. Eyes now adjusted to the light, you got a better look at the cake, the frosting was patchy, it was leaning to the left, and he even spelled 'sorry' wrong. In black letters at the top of the cake it said 'Sorrry Jay' 'sorry' having three r's in this instance. You took the frosting spatula from Cole wordlessly, and started to even the frosting. You didn't fix the 'sorry' though, you thought it was funny.

After placing the cake in the fridge, you and Cole went to bed. The next morning, you and Cole were still asleep when you heard a girlish scream come from the kitchen. Jolting up, and booking it to the kitchen, you burst into the unsightly scene before you. Jay on his knees, Cole's masterpiece of a cake strewn on the floor before him. One look at the scene had you and Cole howling in laughter. "Don't laugh! This is the second time I've lost a cake!" Jay cried. "We'll make another together, don't worry." you managed to get out between giggles. Jay soon joined in laughing with you both, because while he did lose his cake, he got to make another with the people he loves. <3

I'm not sick anymore and I couldn't be happier!!!! I have my cat to thank for nursing me back to health, he's my baby. :) Also, summer can be a time when people feel alone, so if you need someone to just talk to, my dm's are always open to everyone. Love you all <3

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[siriannatan]

Not So Generic Coffee Shop AU

Just dug through the mess that is my fic file and dug out an old forgotten bit.

Jimmy was sure he had his life figured out. He had a stable job - the coffee shop he worked at might be owned by his sister but she would not keep him if he was bad at his job. He had a lovely boyfriend, Tango, and all his friends and Lizzie liked him well enough. But the longer they were together the more Jimmy felt that... 

Tango was a great... friend. He was handsome and charming and a perfect boyfriend. But to Jimmy, all they did together didn't really feel that much like they were a couple more like friends who occasionally made out and did all the other couple stuff. But their dates always felt just like friends hanging out. Tango's plans for them were never too concrete and easy to drop if Jimmy didn't feel like going out for pizza and to the games parlour. He saw nothing wrong with staying at home with popcorn and watching movies. They rarely did too many couple things...

Scott was likely to blame for Jimmy's disappointment. Who's Scott? Jimmy's boyfriend from his university days. They stayed together a couple of years after they graduated and decided to have some time apart and somehow that led to them drifting apart.

No matter. What Scott did was set a high standard for anyone Jimmy would date now. Scott was a romantic through and through. Even if Jimmy was tired he'd make his time magical and special. He'd surprise him with gifts and random small outings and dates. A performance in a small park Jimmy didn't even know was near their apartment. A dinner for two in a cosy, family restaurant two blocks away. Give him random gifts accompanied by flowers. Be it a single flower or a whole bouquet. Make breakfast in bed after dragging a tired Jimmy to a theatre. Get them dumb matching sweaters and mugs Jimmy still had deep in his closet, in an old shoe box. It was honestly an old box from Scott's shoes... Jimmy was pretty sure he got them for Scott though.

As much as Jimmy loved hanging out with Tango he couldn't stay with him as he was. It would not work out for either of them in the long run. He knew Tango would not 'break up' with him. Jimmy would call it a mutual agreement that they were not working out. No matter how he'd call it Tango would try to work it all out. Jimmy could not go on like that. And he knew where Scott worked a year ago... He might not be working there anymore. But a coffee shop nearby was hiring so Jimmy started by dropping his resume. As corny as 'the Swaggon CO.'s branding was it was a nice spot and store.

The next thing he did in this uncharacteristic bout of spontaneous possible self-destruction was look for an apartment nearby. He had enough personal savings to get a small place for himself. Worst case scenario he could drop his resume at the swanky interior design company Scott used to work at. he was no Scott but he did have a fancy IT degree even if he wasn't using it. It'd be much harder to get into or leave later. Once the apartment was secured he slowly moved some of his things. Whenever Tango was at work and he had time he'd take small sections of his belongings.

When the shop eventually called him he told Lizzie he was breaking up with Tango. He didn't tell her about Scott, she was a bit angry at him for his and Jimmy's break up. She was sad but understood that maybe Jimmy was not feeling the relationship. The secrecy was confusing to her. "Liz, Tango's a sweetheart and an amazing buddy but I'm not feeling this as a serious relationship," he'd explain to her over coffee. "And he won't just let this go, it's not who he is... And I'll not force this to last until we're both rotting in misery..."

"So you think it's best you just vanish?" Lizzie glared at him.

"I'm feeling like I'm suffocating, Liz, I think I rushed things too much after Scott, I need to breathe a little bit more, and be my own man," Jimmy sighed. It was partially true. He should have just gone back and tried to convince Scott they should have stayed together. And he'd likely stay single for some time if he managed to find Scott but not get him back. Things felt rushed with Tango.

"If that's what you feel then okay," Lizzie sighed. She seemed convinced. "He's at work today? Then you can go and finish moving before I change my mind and call you an idiot," she added, leaving Jimmy with his styrofoam coffee cup. It was a slow day so it was no wonder she was okay with losing him.

Jimmy did not wait for Lizzie to change her mind. And quickly moved the rest of his things to his new place. He did leave Tango a lengthy letter explaining why he decided to leave. He wasn't a complete jerk.

He had no idea what to do in the three days before his first shift at the new shop. A morning shift since he already had experience and the place was relatively new. He got reacquainted with the area. Most of the small tucked-away spots that Scott used to take him to were gone in the year Jimmy didn't visit this part of town. There were still some left but not many. Oh, and he changed his number, that was like the first thing. Just to save Tango the pain. He did give it to Lizzie. She was his sister after all.

He did avoid the coffee shop and Scott's old workplace like fire even if he did live close by. Despite all he did he was somewhat scared to see Scott again. Scared and excited.

As expected of the more busy, modern and full of offices part of town the morning shift was a lot. A lot of the same order for simple black coffee. Did no office types drink interesting coffee? At least it was easy to make. Jimmy was slowly getting mentally drained by the same order for plain black coffee and plain bagels that sudden "Jimmy?" had him more spooked than he expected he'd be. As he looked up there he was.

Scott. In a dark plum suit with a dusty pink shirt under his vest. Teal hair already a mess. His nails painted in many colours as he ran one hand through his hair. And he still had that nice, leather bag Jimmy bought him for the last birthday they spent together. Or a very similar one. "Hi," Jimmy sent him a nervous smile. Very aware he must have looked atrocious in the dark maroon uniform of the Swaggon Coffee. "Should I ask about your order or see how well I remember how you like your coffee?" he might as well shoot his shot.

It seemed to be worth the risk as Scott chuckled and said "Sure, why not," he shrugged with a very familiar smirk. The smirk he had on whenever Jimmy would swear he'd do something nice for Scott just to have another nice thing thrown in his face. Or be pulled by the lapels of his shirt into a make-out session that likely leads to them leaving dinner plans for later.

"Got it, you're number eighteen," Jimmy did his best to answer with similar levels of confidence. And a wink he hoped wasn't too flirtatious.

Coconut caramel brown sugar latte with double whipped cream. It's as much of a mouth-full to say as a sugary punch to the face. Scott's favourite drink, which luckily was within the shop's policy. And had other baristas who hoped they'd be making interesting drinks looking at Jimmy with jealousy. He completely ignored them, focusing on making this the best drink he's ever made and he made this particular drink many times. While writing down the number on a cardboard ring that went around the cup Jimmy hesitated for a second. Scott would not mind if he... He might as well try. Scott was the type to like getting a number written on his cup.

"Number eighteen?" Jimmy called out and Scott almost skipped to pick up his coffee. Just coffee, Scott did proper meals and not two bagels for lunch and no breakfast. "Coconut-caramel brown sugar latte with double whipped cream," Jimmy listed off without a stutter. "I hope I remembered it right," he grinned.

"Perfectly," Scott chuckled back. "It's great seeing you... I shouldn't hold the line, but I hope I'll see you again, maroon's cute on you," he grinned.

"Hope to see you too," Jimmy waved as Scott left and instantly switched to business mode for the next customer.

Scott was internally screaming at himself for not asking for Jimmy's number. He missed him terribly in that year and was more than once considering trying to contact him. Having all of Jimmy's technology knowledge was nice and he sure knew more than the whole current IT department of the design company Scott was working for. But most importantly, Jimmy was an amazing boyfriend. He seldom insisted they drop any plans Scott made for them. And even tried to return it. Scott was more than okay with being the one doing all the spoiling of Jimmy.

He didn't even have time to take more than a couple sips of his coffee as his boss waltzed into his office - Scott was high rank enough to have his own small office. "Scott, we have a new head of IT and...," he announced as a very handsome, red-headed man with very pretty blue eyes followed him in. "I need you to show him the designer's side of our systems," the boss grinned and before Scott could even try to refuse left. 

'Damn you Sausage, why won't you send him to Pix?' Scott sighed internally. "I'm Scott, sorry about him..."

"I'm used to that, fWhip by the way. Is it normal to get someone's number on your cup around here?" redhead waved it off.

It took Scott an embarrassing couple of seconds to register what fWhip said. Cup. His coffee cup. That Jimmy made. And there was indeed a number on the cardboard protector on it aside from the number eighteen. "No... I just happen to know the barista," Scott quickly covered up his mild shock. Did it mean Jimmy wanted them to talk again? He dared not hope for more but a small part of him thought there might be a chance. Jimmy was never good a flirting, in the cutest way ever. "Anyway, get a chair, our current IT team sucks," Scott was not going to lie to fWhip and be completely honest about all his issues with the system that he was always told to send to IT who just ignored it. This time he was going to be heard.

And heard he was. By the time he was done, fWhip had a long list of things that could be improved and an even longer list of complaints to bring up with Sausage. "He might be an old friend but I'm not staying unless he lets me change some things. How can anyone work under those conditions?" fWhip huffed as they were wrapping up. Just in time for a late lunch. He was honestly pretty (and) cute when angry. Maybe if things didn't work out with Jimmy... Maybe. He didn't even know if fWhip would be interested or if he was into guys in general. But he could always try to be friends.

He really needed to check in on how things would go with Jimmy. Did he remember he left his guitar with Scott? He still had it, set up in the corner of his bedroom. At all not helping him move on even if he moved into a bigger and nicer apartment after his latest promotion. He still had several of Jimmy's things. Some of his old hoodies were probably Scott's most praised possessions. With Jimmy being considerably taller than him they were very comfy if he had to stay up and work on a boring project... 

Not now. Now he had to get lunch and text Jimmy. Just so he knows Scott's not angry and willing to talk to him. And to know it's actually Jimmy's number... 

*Hi Jim, it's Scott* he texted once he had his lunch all sorted out in a casual small restaurant next to the office building, great spot for lunch. He was absolutely not expecting Jimmy to answer anytime soon. Fully expecting blonde was busy with making great coffees. So imagine his shock when he did indeed get a text back.

*Lunch time in office world?* Jimmy's text asked.

*Yeah, late one, been talking to a new IT guy.* He missed texting Jimmy during his lunch breaks. But at the same time, he had no idea if it would be okay to ask Jimmy out... Not on like a date, not yet at least, just to meet up and catch up or something like that. *You free tonight? We could meet and catch up?" Screw it, he might as well ask and get it over with.

*Sure. Where?* 

It was happening. *Eight by the coffee shop? I know a cool little restaurant not too far from there, no need to dress fancy* Was Scott as excited as when he was asking Jimmy out for their first date after living together for like two weeks in a college dorm? No. He was much more excited.

*It's a date then, gotta come back to work, see you at eight* Jimmy texted, as if that wasn't a big deal and the word 'date' wouldn't spin in his head for the rest of his work day. How was he supposed to finish his sandwiches and fries now? Was he supposed to be normal and professional and not like he was about to go on his first date ever with his crush? He did still like Jimmy a lot...

He should probably respond. "See ya then handsome ;)* he said, feeling himself blush a little. 

Why was he acting like he was never on a date with Jimmy? They were and they kissed and all the more and... He was just excited to maybe have another chance with Jimmy. His new apartment had pretty good soundproofing and... He better not get his hopes up too much just yet. Now he needed to survive the rest of his work day. Quickly go home, change into something nice and casual and hopefully charm his way back into Jimmy's heart... Hopefully.

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[marz-writes-shit]

2 — The Shield

A weekend can be spent doing anything and everything, from complaining about the vendors blocking the driveway to feeding the stray dogs and cats under the shade of rusty awning. For Amory, it was writing a critique for a film their professor made the class watch, while for their little brother Danilo, it was horsing around at the plaza with his friends. As for their parents? They were out for groceries, so Amory had the compound to themself. Before resuming their work, they made sure every possible entrance was shut and locked, of course.

Now, the critique paper their professor wanted was for a corny movie that was released approximately a hundred years ago, during the forsaken era of anthrax and plane crashes. The topic itself was still relevant, but the direction made them cringe and want to just... turn away from the ideals. Still, they persevered, hoping the professor would see just how crappy the delivery was while complying with the rubric.

Their fingers clacked away at the keyboard. Sometimes they'd go back a sentence or two to make sure nothing seemed redundant. They just had to cram every idea they had into the paper, so their fingers practically galloped across the keys. They occasionally paused to check the cadence or drink water, and then they'd resume typing. It was a steady rhythm that helped them many times before.

Once they had written about forty percent of their piece, they ate lunch. Rice and some vegetable stew, washed down with water. Then they went back to working, faster and more diligently, until they had already written three pages' worth of analysis. After they checked the old clock on the wall to find it was one PM, they sat back to take a breather.

Their phone chirped with Messenger notifications. Amory glared at it like it owed them money. It was a message from Yasmine, one of their contacts at the theater club, asking if she could come over, since she needed help revising a script for the theater club. They told her no, sorry, they were too busy trying not to get an aneurysm from how stupid their assignment was. How about an audio call? And she replied with a thumbs up. And as expected, the special ringtone grated against their ears not three seconds later. They swore and hit Answer.

"Hello?"

"What's up, heathen," they drawled, pulling up the laptop again to continue typing.

"I'm stuck," Yasmine whined, "This scene is so dumb! And why do my lines have to sound so... cliché?"

"Theater *is* cliché, face it. There's no drama in nuance." Amory squinted at a very uncompelling sentence and deleted it. "Who're you supposed to play?"

"Liz. She has a crush on this guy and they've been dating for ages. Story goes something along the lines of 'She's beautiful. He's charming. They're perfect for each other, but the world said nuh-uh.' But the opening scene..."

"What about it?"

"A cringe meet-cute. With books and papers flying everywhere and stuff."

They audibly snorted, almost doing a keysmash. "Oh, that sucks. And they didn't let you change it?"

"No," she whimpered. "I'm doomed. What should I do?"

"Hmm." Typing. They were 70% done with the paper. They glanced at the sixth paragraph, wondering whether it would make their professor fume or not. "Don't fulfill expectations. Make them angry at each other after the meet-cute. 'You ruined my favorite dress!' and 'You're not supposed to run in heels!' type-a thing. It'll be funny."

Yasmine laughed. "Oh, brilliant. Thanks, Amory. Seriously."

They rolled their eyes. "'Course. Anything to help the deteriorating drama ensemble of the renowned Pearlcrest International..."

"Hey!"

"Suck it up, Yassy, it's the truth."

"Whatever, nerd." She laughed once more. "Thanks again."

"Sure. Buh-bye."

They ended the call, set their phone aside and resumed working with a newfound vigor, probably from the fact that they just derailed the plans of the horrible, horrible director of the theater club. They typed furiously, and when it finally struck three PM, they were done. They saved the file, sent it to the class Google Drive, then stretched their arms.

Five minutes later they heard the front door opening. They froze and squinted, hand hovering over their bulky mouse in case they had to fend off an intruder, before a kicking of worn sneakers announced Danilo's arrival.

"Heya!"

"Good afternoon, loser," they deadpanned, observing as their little brother performed a weird dance and punched the air in between shuffles. Looks like he had a better time than Amory did. "Mind telling why you're so gleeful in spite of the Hour of Skin Cancer?"

He shrugged. "Not my fault you're drowning in homework. I just talked to the prettiest girl in my grade! We went to the plaza together! Oh, and I took it upon myself to get the fro-yo flavor she wanted. Ya should've seen her smile!" His grin widened.

Amory stared at him. This was news, but whatever. They had more important things on their mind. "Well, congratulations, bachelor. You can now bring home a wife to force your DNA inside until her health fails you. Now wash your shoes."

"Why are you being such a killjoy today?" he groaned.

"Because I watched the most repulsive piece of media on orders of my language professor and I'm spiting him with my output. Can you wash your shoes now?"

"Ugh." He stomped into the kitchen to do it. "You're just jealous because you don't have anyone crushing on you or vice versa," he called over the rush of tap water and scrubbing.

"And I'm perfectly fine with that. My life doesn't revolve around other people's view of my bodily appeal and recreating iconic romance novel scenes, unlike you..." they muttered, reaching for their phone.

"What did you say?"

"I said you suck at flirting!"

There was a startling clang as their mother's favorite pot tumbled and screeched across the floor from the kitchen, narrowly missing Amory's ear. They got up — oh great a neighbor heard and screamed — and picked it up. "Dan," they began as they marched into the source, "do NOT throw a tantrum. You're fourteen. Four years until you can get arrested."

He grunted in response. At least he cleaned his shoes, Amory noted with a small nod, sliding the pot into the cupboard where it came from.

For the rest of the hours until their parents came home, Amory ignored their brother and shut themself in their room. Facebook provided a temporary distraction from the indifferent world beyond the walls of the house;

it was all they really needed nowadays. They swiped through fun and games, candid shots and unpermitted textcaps, and a couple of oily pore selfies (of which their classmates were pretty proud). There was a nagging feeling of inadequacy that Amory refused to pay mind to as they looked at each and every one of the posts. Amory sighed, shaking their head to dispel the intrusive thoughts. They refused to succumb to the comparison trap. Their life might not be picture-perfect, but it was better than risking sunburn and jail.

Closing Facebook, they turned their attention to something else. Novels! Fiction! A well-worn book from their shelf would serve them well, one they probably memorized by heart already. The familiarity was comfort, transporting them to worlds far away from the woes of reality.

The main character was about to die when Amory heard the door squeak open.

#𝓸𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓹����𝓭 — 🖋️ #🖋️ — 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓲𝔁𝓽 #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #small writer #original fiction #ahh the day in the life of an average teenager in 2164 ph

[mark-of-chrysus]

#11

"Did you steal that?" was the first thing Mira asked when Daniel came into the cafeteria.

Well, not exactly came, more like rolled into his shopping cart holding Jay Titanic-style. Pushing the cart was an overly-eager Vasco and following them was a procession made up of BNC members, one of which was holding a large speaker over his shoulder.

"Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you,

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on~"

Zack bristled with rage when his girlfriend-AhEm! I mean Mira was ignored by all of them in favor of rolling near the food counter. He marched right up to where Daniel was half-crouching awkwardly, trying to balance two food trays without letting go of Jay's waist or getting down from the shopping cart, and smacked him loudly over the back of the head. He stumbled and fell over the counter, bringing his blonde down with him. The pair ended up sprawled over one another in an undignified heap on the floor, although, amazingly, the trays landed perfectly onto the counter without spilling even a single drop.

Later Danny would account this to his eternal amazingness and furiously deny that it had anything to do with sheer dumb luck whatsoever. For now, he just lay beneath his sweet Jay in the most inelegant way humanly possible, simultaneously trying to get up and not push the other boy off him.

"Zack, look what you did!" Vasco scolded the perpetually annoyed male while hauling himself over the counter with ease.

He leaned over the two checking for any injuries. Satisfied with his founding he gave them both what was supposed to be a reassuring smile before reaching and plucking the off the ground. He held them up in the air by the backs of their collars, and Danny finally discovered what it was like to be held like a misbehaving cat. Safe to say, he did not enjoy being literally thrown over the counter, though he forgave his newest minion for carefully reaching over and landing Jay over the counter safely.

"Good job minions!" He proclaimed loudly getting up and brushing the dirt off his clothes.

After careful consideration, he chose to hold his beloved instead of the trays, which he entrusted one of his minions to deliver to their table. Then he climbed back into the cart and readjusted their position back as it was supposed to be.

"Onwards!" He exclaimed pointing towards the assigned 'BNC and crazy cult leader gremlin + occasionally the man who is crazy brave enough to date him' table.

They resumed their journey without anyone in the cafeteria batting an eyelid. This was normal.

"Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on~"

#zack lee #time loop #lookism manhwa #webtoon lookism #lookism #daniel park #jay hong #this is normal #mira kim

[thenewblackcanvas]

Reconciliation In Currency 2 l kth

Two: Tae’s POV

pairing: Sugar Daddy!Taehyung x Reader

genre: best friends to strangers, sugar daddy/sugar baby, best friends to lovers(i guess?), angst

summary:  After leaving for “better opportunities”, you come back home six years later to see the main person you left behind isn’t quite the same person and the only way to know him again is through sex and money. 

  word count: 1117

a/n: Just Taehyung’s POV to give us a bit of understanding from his side

Fuck he didn’t want to be there and he certainly didn’t want to do this.

But what else was he supposed to do? His domestic notoriety prevented him from seeking those specific companionship from brothels and such and dating was something his heart was not even remotely into. He tried to open himself up before which is ones of the reasons he is in his current predicament.

His close friend, Jungkook, was more than willing to find a solution for him. He did something similar and to his credit seemed happier than ever. 

Taehyung: I don’t know how you talked me into this. 

Jungkook: Because you sported a partial at the kissing scene in that lame movie two weeks ago

T: I TOLD YOU THAT WAS NOT A BONER

J: Sure. Either way you need to get laid. You and your “let’s hang out!” texts every two seconds are making my girl drier than your dry spell. Actually that’s a lie, she’s really into you

T: Stop. No more.

J: Just an option. *shrug emoji*

Taehyung looked at the window focusing on nothing in particular before sending another message.

T: When will she get here?

J: Soon. The appointment time is 5 minutes from now. Jimin said she’s beautiful.

T: Is she up for this?

J: …

T: Jungkook

J: Yes

T: What aren’t you telling me?

J:  She may think it’s a normal assistant interview…

T: TELL ME YOU’RE FUCKING JOKING!!

J: *typing bubbles then goes away*

T: YOU FUCKING PRICK! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?? WHIP MY DICK OUT?? 

J: That sounds like a good start

T: It sounds like sexual harassment! A woman is about to come in here looking for an honest job with an honest paycheck and you want me to give her an eyeful of my cock?

J: Well when you put it like that *shrug emoji* 

T: You’re a dumb ass 

Just as his idiot of a friend replies with a simple ‘ouch’ he hears his receptionist enter. He is too busy typing out a response to turn around.

“Sir, your 10:30 interview is here, Ms. ______”

He spins to confirm. There you stand. Almost six years of difference obvious from the person he watched walk away from him. Even if he hadn’t heard your name he would have known. Years apart wouldn’t make you a stranger to his eyes. Maybe to your friendship but he would always recognize you. 

The look on your face made it clear you had no idea he owned this company but something about the way your shock faded to delight made his heart beat in a way it hadn't since he was a teen. 

His face held nothing though. He had so many thoughts.

She is back in Korea? When did that happen?? Why didn’t she look me up? Is she going to leave again? Does she still want the jo- 

His thoughts all but halted as he looked back down at his phone. 

T: You and idiot #2 are dead 

He hadn’t noticed how close you had gotten while he threatened his friends.

“This explains the waiting area. It looks like something from your wettest art hoe dreams.” He looked up to see you holding his name placard. He could still read you like a book, seeing that you were unsure where to go from this point.

“You don’t know about my wet dreams, ________.”He surprised himself by his tone as he stood to take it from you.

You tried to stumble through a response.

“As articulate as ever I see.” He wasn’t sure why he was being this way but it continued anyway. “I won’t waste your time, Ms. _______. Do you have your resume’?”

You wordlessly handed him the professional looking paper. As he looked it over he felt bitter anger rise. Your obvious pride about the opportunities you abandoned him for.

“I can answer any questions you may-” As you tried to fill the silence he couldn’t help himself as he decided how he was going to get back at you. He ripped the paper and let it float to the ground as you screamed at him.

“There must have been a disconnect. This job isn’t one you would require this kind of experience for. I am already aware of your experience to some degree though.”

“Tae, what are you talking about?” The sadistic pleasure in your confusion was new to him but he wasn’t going to stop unless you told him to.

“I need someone.”

“I have always been here for you.”

He thought otherwise but choose to avoid an argument. “I refuse to stoop as low as some in my business so I’ve decided to opt for something mutually beneficial.”

He watched you sigh, still very confused. “Use simple words, Taehyung.”

Built up anger and need for revenge began to leak out as he leaned from where he sat on his desk to get close to your face with a smirk. “I want to fuck you, wreck you whenever I fucking feel like it, and give you money for it.”

The look on your face was almost enough to please the revenge seeking sadist inside that still saw you walking away years ago when he closed his eyes. Almost. 

“H-How are you like this? I can’t believe that came from your mouth.”

His eyes turning into burning slits. “Because you don’t know me anymore.”

“I haven’t been gone that long.”

 He straightened up, now glaring coldly. “Years, _______. Years. Looks like there were opportunities here.” He tried to maintain the façade but thinking back to that day was not pleasant.

“For YOU, Taehyung. You still aren’t getting it.” 

He watches as you pick up you torn resume’ with a small bit of remorse. “My success could have been yours too.” He says with a softness he hoped you hadn’t noticed.

“I wanted my own path not to crowd yours.”

“So you left me?”

“I obviously wasn’t gone forever!”

“How was I supposed to know that?!” He was beyond frustrated now. If you were so eager to be on your own path why were you in his office? Well he was going to show you how finding your own path was working out.

“What are you doing?”

He turned to face you. “You still want the job right?”

Second thoughts began to creep up at your silence until you finally spoke a quiet, “Yes.”

He walked up to you, getting close to your face again as he slid off his belt with a snap. “Then strip, it’s time for your interview.”

Nearly six years but it was time for you to see what you left behind.

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#taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung fanfic #sugar daddy!taehyung #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts smut

[alreadydeadtoyou]

To Speak Is To Offend

I go days without talking and after I do, it's a relief to resume that approach. My best call leading up to Thanksgiving started as her leaving a voicemail telling me to prep some chitlins'--GAME ON!!

I returned the call within 2 minutes because I was bursting with a hilarious response that dated back to the early 1980's when we were supposed to return to Jeanette's house to prep for Thanksgiving--okay, I was unclear on what that all entailed, lol.

We didn't get off work until 10:30PM, so given the late start, we didn't return back home until around bar closing time. More than likely because we were broke by then. And Jeanette's older sister WAS NOT HAVING THAT SHIT (as she toiled in a hot ass kitchen, every stove burner being used, oven on, wig askew). After she calmed down, we were smoking a joint as she stirred sweet potato pie filling in a big bowl. "I don't even LIKE this shit" she snarled as she stirred. She reported she DID enjoy Sweet Potato Pie later on, when it was STALE.

As a white girl with her own dietary peculiarities (no sauces, no gravy, don't top that perfectly prepared Chicken Fried Steak with that white gravy or I'll either wanna cry or cut the server, that type of thing), I could respect that.

Back to the return phone call, where I was accused of saying "Those chitlins don't need to be cleaned, they just go in the pot." Now, why the hell would even the stupidest of the stOoPit white person say that and granted, I was one dumb motherfucker (audible laughter from the author).

Some people can joke with me like that, most can not.

#soul food #Thanksgiving #memory #crunk

[lazybakerart]

gonna be offline for a while

#super depressed #currently giving up #will resume my dumbness at a later date #thank you and good night

[yanderedreaming]

In the lonely hour

150 Followers event

Pairings: Reader x Chrollo Lucilfer

Warnings: Mentions of blood, use of knife, dubcon, smut.

Summary: 150 Followers event prompt number 3 [Knife against the throat]

Word Count: 2.2k 

MDNI

Your friends and family would always tell you just how lucky you were. They would pass random comments every now and then that would make you feel as if you really were the luckiest girl in the world. 

Your boyfriend Chrollo was the epitome of a perfect boyfriend; caring, smart, handsome, loving and rich. The sex was really good too- until it wasn’t. Plain vanilla sex just didn’t cut it out for you anymore, you wanted something a little more wild, something more exhilarating.

You left countless hints here and there, casually mentioning certain things ‘most girls’ like during sex such as hair pulling or spanking and would gauge his reaction to see if he caught on- which he didn’t. When that didn’t work, you physically tried to get him to choke you lightly hoping he would take the hint, but even that wasn’t enough.

Maybe you were ungrateful, everything can’t be perfect now can it? You could sacrifice your sex life for a loving and loyal guy, aiming for perfection might not be the best thing.

You got back to your apartment after a long day of work, having nothing to do, you decided to watch a slasher thriller, one of your favourite type of movies. Chrollo was out of town for the weekend so your Friday night date was replaced by a Friday night of wine and horror- not that it bothered you.

The lights in your apartment were turned off, the only thing illuminating your apartment was the dim light of the television with the volume turned all the way up, the eerie music playing in the background as the killer was looking for his victim who found shelter in the closet had you fully immersed in the story. ‘Looks like its time for another dumb bitch to die’  you thought.

Suddenly your phone started ringing, you paused the telly and picked up your phone, ‘Unknown caller?’ You frowned.

“Hello?” you asked, but there was no reply just the sound of a man breathing. You shifted the phone away from your face to see the screen once again trying to see if you had muted yourself or something, but that was not the case.

“Hello?” you tried once again, this time louder. Once again, no response just the heavy breathing.

“Damn brats!” you exclaimed hanging up the call. ‘Prank calls are in poor taste’ 

Before you could resume the movie once again, your phone began ringing, it was yet another unknown caller. You started to get annoyed at this point, you were halfway through the movie, right before the plot twist, but some annoying brat decided to mess with you.

“What?!” 

This time you heard what you could only make out to be a mumbled voice. The heavy breathing was making it hard for you to make out just what he was saying. 

“Speak up!” your curiosity got the best of you, you kind of did want to know who it was. Maybe it was one of your old friends who was visiting town?

“Red’s my favourite colour too” The man spoke. Your eyes widened ever so slightly at this comment, you were wearing a red tank top, but there was no way someone could see you, the blinds were closed all the way.

Before you could say anything else, the call dropped. You felt a little unnerved at this point. As it was an unknown caller, you really couldn’t call back. All you could do was to wait for them to call you back.

Sure enough you got a call a few moments later, this time you wasted no time to pick up the call.

“Hello?” you asked in a faint tone.

“Jessica’s not going to make it.” You suddenly froze, Jessica was one of the bimbo’s in the movie you were watching, what’s more; Jessica is the one who was hiding in the closet, your screen had been paused on her. The call dropped, followed by a shuffling noise, you shot your head back to see if there was anyone behind you, but you saw no one. You scanned the room slowly, your hand gripping your phone in case you needed to make a run for it.

Out of nowhere you felt something cold pressing against your skin, the area began to sting and you felt something trickling down your throat. ‘A knife’ you realised what was happening fairly quick, perhaps it was because of all the slasher thrillers you were obsessed with.

You mimicked his silence, unable to muster up the courage to say anything at this point. It wasn’t until you felt the knife moving to the underside of your jaw, the tip slightly brushing against your skin did you finally mutter a weak ‘please.’

The knife was replaced with the intruders hand which found its way to your neck, fingers wrapping around it tightly. Your face was not in his direction, you were staring straight ahead, while his face was directed to the right side of yours. Due to this, you made no attempt to look at him, hoping he’d just take what he wanted and leave when you tell him you don’t even know what he looks like.

He pulled you by the neck, brining your cheek to his lips planting a small kiss on it biting your skin slightly in the process. His grip on your throat tightened when you tried to pull your face away slightly, the panic setting in. 

“W-what do you want?” your desperate shriek sounding much more pathetic than you imagined it to be. He ignored your question, busy rubbing your thigh with his free hand knife still in hand, your chest started rising and falling slowly desperate to compose yourself before the adrenaline that was setting in would make you pull a stupid stunt that would cost your life.

“I thought this is what you wanted, my love.” That voice was all too familiar, it was your boyfriend, Chrollo- you were sure of it. 

“C-Chrollo?” you stuttered, he hummed in response. You hadn’t even realised that tears were streaming down your face till he brushed them away with the pad of his thumb.

Hearing that familiar voice calmed you down a little, but the sense of impending doom did not leave. How this man had done what he had just done in such a calm manner, with such efficiency as if this was something he was fairly used to. How he hid so well, how he moved swiftly from one place to another, effortlessly pulling a knife on you all with such skill.

Chrollo gripped the knife and starting tracing light circles on your thighs with it, light enough to ensure you do not get scraped by the material. He ran the blade up your thigh, stopping at your clothed sex. He expertly found your bud and made an attempt to lightly circle around it, before sliding it up to reach the hem of your blouse. 

He positioned the knife in a way that the sharp side was facing upwards and your tank top was being stretched back by the blade. In one swift motion he ran the blade up, your tank top splitting open as a result. Leaving you in front of him bare chested. Your boyfriend locked eyes with your chest, his eyes hungry as if they were ready to devour you.

Chrollo placed the tip of the knife under your chin, pushing it up slightly to make you look up, then he lowered his head to your chest, some light kisses and touches later he had decided he wanted to move onto ‘other stuff.’

He then pushed you down by your throat, the side of your face pressed against the couch, his body bending down for his chest to lie on your sides. The soft touches his hand provided you with, his slender fingers caressing your bare thighs.

His warm breath tickled your ear, nose running through your hair slightly taking in your intoxicating scent. “I’m going to let you go now, but don’t try anything funny, alright?“ he said against your ear. Even though this was the man you had been with for the past several months, a shiver ran down your spine and you hesitantly nodded.

“Good girl” he said in a low raspy voice, his lips enveloping your ear lobe sucking on it lightly, tongue swirling against it before letting go and pulling himself away from you, bringing you up with him with the hold he had on your throat, which loosened slightly to give you more room to breathe.

His eyes shone like never before, the faint light that had been emitted from the television was enough for you make out his features. Somehow Chrollo looked more like himself than he ever did, he looked quite sinister. His ‘acting’ and movements were far too good to be something this man was ‘pretending’ to do, it felt too real and strangely enough, befitting him.

He brought you down on your knees, spreading his legs open and directing your face right above his crotch giving you a look that clearly said ‘you know what to do.’ You placed your hands on his knees, sliding them up to the hem of his pants, a low grunt emitted from his mouth when your hand brushed past his erection.

You unzipped his pants and he got up ever so slightly to allow you to pull off both his pants and his boxers in one motion. He was fully hard, something that never was the case without you either stroking his cock or sucking it. Your eyes slowly made their way to his face to see his expression, it was full of anticipation. He raised his eyebrows when you paused to look at him, trying to tell you to get back to what you were doing.

His hand went from your throat to the back of your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair to bring your mouth closer. You opened it to take his length in, barely able to fit it all in considering just how big he really is, your tongue swirling on the underside of his cock tracing that one prominent vein that would always earn you a moan from him.

Chrollo was always polite when you gave him head, allowed you to get in a few licks and sucks before you could get right back up and continue on with sex. Never once did he force you to take in more than you could or even move on his own- but today was different.

He pushed your head down to take in more of his length, keeping it down even though your gag reflex had started to kick in, you felt his tip touch the back of your throat, your tongue unable to move. 

“Look at me.” he commanded in a raspy voice and you complied. His eyes were half lidded, mouth slightly agape enjoying the sensation he felt fucking your throat. 

“You look so good with my cock so far up your mouth, my love.” he said followed by a loud grunt as he used his hand to direct your movements. 

As if directing you wasn’t enough, Chrollo started to move his hips, his free hand making its way to your face grabbing your cheeks to close your mouth even more than you already did. The feeling of the gummy walls of your mouth encircling his thick cock caused him to shiver. He never felt this good.

Without warning, Chrollo started to fuck your face even harder, your grip on his thighs tightened, your nails digging into his flesh trying your best to keep going. Right as you thought he was about to cum, he pulled your head back, the sudden air filling your lungs caused you to start coughing.

“A-Are you done?” you asked in between coughs, but he just pulled you towards him, slamming you belly down on the couch. 

He then lifted your skirt up and pulled down your panties, placing his tip on your entrance feeling the wet slick that just formed there. 

“Hmm, so you really did like it” he hummed, sliding his cock inside in a painfully slow manner. You moaned feeling the tingling sensation of finally being filled after yearning for it.

He slid his tip in and out a few times, not pushing in fully, wanting you to beg- to plead.

“Chrollo please!” you whimpered trying to push yourself down on his cock, the action earned you a tight slap on either one of your ass cheeks.

Just as he spanked you, Chrollo pushed his full length inside you without warning and continued to thrust inside you, picking up the pace with each movement. His balls slapped your ass, the lewd noise of slapping skin filled the room, he had always been so gentle with you, this-this was new.

His breathing got heavier, his thick cock dragging along your gummy walls made you feel so good. You never moaned this loud before, the way he was fucking you- so raw and intense- you just couldn’t believe it.

He bent down, exerting his full weight on your back fucking you so deep you were sure your outline would be engraved on the soft cushions of the couch. He placed his hand on the back of your neck, his lips finding yours to take them in for a raw lustful kiss muffling away his groans in your mouth.

You tremble under him, his cock going in so deep, his girth stretching you out fully. The air was knocked out of you with one final thrust of his. You felt a surge of hot liquid fill you up as he pulled out of you. 

“Better not move an inch, I’m gonna fuck all that cum back inside you.” Chrollo said in between pants getting up to go grab a water for the two of you. It wasn’t like you could move anyway, you remained still in your position waiting for him to fuck you again. Guess he really was the perfect boyfriend, all you needed was to give him a light push in the right direction.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #chrollo x you #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hunter x hunter x you #hunter x hunter x reader

[waitimcomingtoo]

Peppermint

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when you wear peppermint chapstick, you discover Peter hates peppermint

Masterlist

It started as an ordinary day.

You saw Peter and Ned in the dining hall between classes and went to join them like you normally did.

“Hi.” Peter smiled up at you from his seat when he saw you approaching.

“Hi, Petey.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders before moving to kiss him. He craned his neck to kiss you back but pulled away sooner than usually.

It only went downhill from there.

You looked at him curiously and sat down, wondering why he stopped kissing you so fast.

“Oh.” He grimaced as he puckered his lips.

“What?” You looked between him and Ned, hoping someone had answers.

“You’ve made a bold choice today.” Peter nodded as he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand.

“What?” You laughed in surprised.

“A lot of bold flavors going on.” He continued, taking out a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“What is he talking about?” You asked Ned when Peter gave you no answers.

“Oh, I see.” Ned realized. “Is your chapstick spearmint?”

“No, I think it’s-“

“Peppermint.” Peter cut you off with a sour face. “It’s peppermint.”

“Am I missing something?” Your eyes shifted between the boys, still extremely confused.

“Peter hates peppermint.” Ned told you.

“You do?” You laughed and looked at your boyfriend. “Why?”

“It’s so gross. Oh my God, it’s still on me.” Peter gagged as he wiped his lips again.

“What is your problem?” You raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior. “You don’t want to be minty fresh?”

“Thats not minty fresh. That’s disgusting.” He shook his head and rubbed his face. “Ew, my hands smell like it now.”

“How did I not know you hate peppermint?” You sat back in your chair as you wondered out loud. “Is this why you threw up my my gingerbread house party last year?”

“Yes.” Peter answered. “And I guess I never told you because I assumed you would know I hate the most putrid smell on earth.”

“Peppermint is not putrid.” You laughed again, still not taking this seriously. “It’s sweet and minty.”

“No.” Peter shook his head repeatedly. “Evil spawn.”

“No, not evil spawn.” You insisted. “It’s a nice scent.”

“Princess, you know I hate to disagree with you, but I’m pretty sure Satan keeps a an diffuser with peppermint essential oil on at all times in hell.” Peter told you as he squeezed your hand.

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” You teased. “It’s just chapstick.”

You leaned in to kiss him again and he put his hand on your face to push you away.

“No. I can’t.” He gagged. “It’s too gross.”

You stared at him with a dropped jaw, not believing he just pushed you away. You realized that this wasn’t a joke to him and he actually hated peppermint.

“Fine.” You shrugged. “Then I just won’t kiss you today.”

Peter said nothing to this and instead nodded, as if he agreed. You raised an eyebrow, expecting him to object like he usually did if you said you weren’t going to kiss him. Peter was a very affection person, so you often teased him by threatening to withhold affection. You looked at Ned to see if he was seeing what you were seeing, and Ned looked scared.

“Oh No.” He gulped. “This isn’t good.”

“Peter!” You softly hit his arm, making him jump.

“What?” He asked.

“You’re supposed to protest!” You told him. “I’m your girlfriend and I just told you I’m not gonna kiss you.”

“And I’m being a good boyfriend and supporting your idea.” He smiled sweetly at you and rubbed your back. You scoffed and looked at Ned for help, but he offered none.

“School is the only place we can kiss each other anytime we want.” You reminded him. “You know Avengers are still banned from dating at the tower. Are you seriously not going to kiss me because of my chapstick?”

“It’s not because of your chapstick.” Peter told you. “It’s because of the scent of your chapstick.”

“Are you sure this is how you want to play this?” You asked Peter, giving him a chance to change his mind.

“Um…yes?” He said weakly, now worried about your sudden mood change.

“Fine.” You shrugged and stood up. “Then I’ll see you at the tower.”

“You’re not eating with us?” He asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“No.” You gave him a tight smile. “Clearly and me and my lips are not welcome here.”

You turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Peter and Ned alone.

“Bye!” Peter called after you. “I love you!”

“That went well for you.” Ned chuckled once you were out of sight.

“You don’t think she’s actually mad at me, is she?” Peter wondered.

“No.” MJ said, making Peter and Ned jump. “She’s not mad at you. She’s upset that you didn’t want to kiss her.”

“How long have you been listening?” Ned asked as he looked up at her.

“Since Ned said Senora Chavez had a nice ass.” MJ stated as she sat down next to Ned. “Listen, I know Y/n better than anyone-“

“Uh, I disagree.” Peter cut in. “Hi, Y/n’s boyfriends, nice to meet you.”

“Cute.” MJ deadpanned. “Best friend trumps boyfriend. Everyone knows that.”

“That’s not true.” Peter snorted. “Is it?”

“No.” Ned answered. “But I also don’t know.”

“What I’m trying to say is, you won’t win this.” MJ continued. “You have to get over your little peppermint tantrum or she won’t kiss you. Simple as that.”

“She can kiss me as long as she’s not wearing peppermint chapstick.” Peter shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with what had happened.

“She’s not gonna stop wearing peppermint chapstick, dummy.” MJ flicked him on the side of the head. “You just started a fight.”

“What? That wasn’t a fight.” Peter insisted.

“It’s a silent fight.” MJ explained. “She’s not gonna say anything about it and wait for you to apologize. If you don’t, then it becomes a real fight.”

“Apologize for what? For hating the worst smell in the world?” Peter scoffed.

“For being a diva and calling her gross.” MJ said like it was obvious.

“I didn’t call her gross.” Peter corrected. “I called her choices gross.”

“And that’s where you fucked up.” MJ made a face. “It’s fine if you don’t want my help, but you’re gonna lose your girlfriend over it.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Peter laughed in dismissal. “I am not going to lose Y/n over something as meaningless as peppermint chapstick.”

“See for yourself.” MJ shrugged and got up. “Later losers.”

Peter sat in silence for a moment as he thought about what MJ had said. You did seem upset when you left, so MJ might be right.

“You don’t think…” Peter began, and Ned knew where it was going.

“No.” Ned assured him. “But also I don’t know.”

“I’m sure we’re fine.” Peter said to convince himself. “It’s just chapstick.”

“Yeah.” Ned agreed. “Unless it’s not.”

“Yeah.” Peter worried. “Unless it’s not.”

~

Peter couldn’t keep the interaction off his mind all day. He could barely focus in the lab later that day when Tony had to take of you writing down chemical reactions he needed in a future experiment. If you were mad, you didn’t let on. But you also didn’t give Peter the impression that everything was fine. After ten minutes of writing in silence, he poked you with his pen.

“Psst.” He whispered.

“What?” You whispered back.

“You look pretty today.” Peter smiled softly at you.

“Oh yeah?” You tilted your head. “Then kiss me.”

Peter’s face fell, cheeky smile long gone.

“I can’t.” He whispered again.

“And why’s that?” You stopped writing to give him your full attention. Peter looked up as he thought of a good enough lie to tell you.

“I’m waiting for marriage.” He answered finally, making you nod your head.

“Were you waiting for marriage when we had sex last week?” You kept your tone neutral.

“I temporarily stopped waiting and I have now resumed.” He corrected himself.

“You’re an imbecile.” You spoke at full volume now, earning a glance from Tony.

“I hate peppermint!” Peter whined. “It’s gross!”

“Dumb and Dumber.” Tony called to you. “Is everything okay over there?”

“Yes, sir.” Peter calmed down. “Sorry, sir.”

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You laughed humorlessly as you started writing again.

“Princess.” Peter softened his voice and stroked your hair. “Just take it off and we can go back to normal.”

“I don’t want to take it off.” You shrugged. “In fact, I think I need some more.”

“Don’t.” Peter deadpanned as you reached into your pocket and took out your chapstick. You smiled sweetly at him before generously lathering the chapstick on your lips.

“Ew!” Peter began to dry heave and got out of his chair. “I’m gonna barf.”

“All right. That’s enough.” Tony sighed and stopped working. “Peter, hit the showers or something. I need you out of here.”

“Gladly.” Peter said as he glared at you.

“Gladly?” You raised an eyebrow. “And you said I was bold?”

“Y/n. You too. Out now.” Tony commanded so you gathered your things. You started putting on chapstick again, maintaining eye contact with Peter as you did it. He gagged before clutched your stomach while pinching his nose. You blew him a minty kiss before walking out of the lab with Peter following behind you.

“Are you happy now? Are you pleased as punch, Parker?” You spat as he continued walking. “Mr. Stark probably thinks we’re crazy now. Or even better, he’s gonna figure out that we’re together.”

Peter ignored you and kept walking, not wanting to talk when he was angry.

“You know what?” You continued. “He’s probably right. Since only crazy people would hate the luscious, beautiful smell of peppermint.”

Peter suddenly turned around and grabbed you, rubbing his hands over your lips to wipe off the chapstick.

“How dare you?” You gasped. “You ghoul!”

“You’re the ghoul!” He shouted back. “Peppermint is a sin!”

Steve and Nat, who were sitting in the living room and watching this unfold, exchanged a look.

“It is not!” You shouted. “You’re just being dramatic!”

“I can’t help it.” He shrugged. “This calls for drama. I hate it so much.”

“How much?” You asked as you slathered it on again. “How much do you hate it?”

“Please.” He covered his mouth and gagged. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“You need to get over this. It’s just a flavor.” You insisted.

“Demon flavor.” He shot back, hunched over with his hands in his knees and coughing.

“This is super weird, right?” Steve whispered to Nat.

“Yeah.” She nodded as she watched the scene in front of her with a disgusted look. “I think we should go.”

You watched Steve and Nat leave the room, feeling embarrassed with the strange looks they gave you. No one actually knew you and Peter were together, so you could only imagine what they were thinking. You looked back at Peter and saw that he was still gagging, bringing you to a decision.

“Fine, Peter.” You sighed and rubbed your mouth on the back of your hand. “I wiped it off. Are you okay?”

You crouched beside him and rubbed his back, worried he was actually going to puke. He slowly stood up and blew out a breath before nodding.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” He frowned at you. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.”

“I’m sorry too.” You said as you rubbed his shoulders. “We shouldn’t be yelling at each other in the hallway. Someone’s either gonna realize we’re dating or think we’re unstable.”

“Yeah. We do look a bit ridiculous.” He laughed shyly as he looked around.

“Yeah.” You chuckled as wrapped your arms around his neck. “And I’m sorry about the chapstick. I didn’t know you didn’t like it.”

“It’s my fault.” He insisted. “I should have told you. And I definitely shouldn’t have gotten that upset.”

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But I should not have taunted you after I knew you hated it. That was mean.”

“Just a little.” He pinched his fingers together. “Are we okay now?”

“We’re okay. I love you, Petey.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek, happy to have resolved it.

“I love you too, princess.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you. Before your lips could touch, he sharply pulled away.

“Oh no.” He said gravely.

“What?”

“I smell it.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to freak out.

“It?” You wondered.

“Your chapstick.” He admitted, making your groan. “I can smell it from here.”

“I wiped it off.” You whined, pulling your arms away from him.

“The smell.” He gagged. “It lingered. I cant kiss you. I’m sorry.”

“Are you serious?” You out your hands on your hips and stared at him.

“Yes.” He answered. “I’m sorry. Can we make up but not kiss?”

“You’re not gonna kiss me because of a lingering smell of peppermint?” You said as more than a statement than a question.

“This is true, yes.” Peter nodded.

“Then I’ll see you later, Parker.” You shook your head and walked away from him. Peter sighed sadly as he watched you walk away, knowing that wasn’t how he wanted to end things.

“What was that about?” Sam asked as he wandered into the hallway. He overhead the fight from the kitchen and arrived in time to watch you leaving.

“Um.” Peter thought of a way to explain what just happened. “We had a little fight.”

“About what?” He pressed.

“Y/n is wearing peppermint chapstick today.” Peter answered honestly.

“And that concerns you because…?” Sam questioned.

“I don’t like the scent of peppermint.” Peter scoffed. “Does that make me a monster?”

“So what?” Sam snorted. “It’s not like you’re kissing her.”

Peter turned his face to the side so Sam wouldn’t see his inability to keep a secret.

“Hm.” Peter nodded stiffly. “Yes. It is not like I am kissing her. That was be absurd.”

“Right.” Sam said skeptically. “Because Avengers aren’t allowed to date each other. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Peter nodded too many times. “We’re not dating. I just hate peppermint.”

“For arguments sake, let’s say you were dating.” Sam began. “Because everyone knows that you are but no one cares enough to report you.”

“What?” Peter forced a laugh. “That’s ridiculous. We’re not dating.”

“Yeah. And I’m white.” Sam humored him. “If you were dating and fighting over the flavor of her chapstick, I’d give you one piece of advice.”

“What’s that?” Peter asked.

“Get over it and go kiss your girlfriend.” Sam sighed. “It’s just a flavor, but she’s not just a girl. Don’t risk a good thing over a bad scent.”

“Wow.” Peter soaked it in. “That’s pretty good advice. Thanks Sam. I always thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t.” Sam told him. “But I like Y/n. And I don’t want to live in this tower while you two are going through a messy breakup. So make up or shut up. Your choice.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded confidently. “I know what I have to do.”

~

Peter went back to his room and began to brainstorm ways to make it up to you. Before he could put his plans into motion, he heard a knock at his door.

“Come in”. He called from his bed.

“Hey, Petey.” You spoke timidly as you opened his door. You weren’t sure if he was mad at you or not, and he was wondering the same thing about you.

“Hey, princess.” Peter smiled softly. “It’s nice to see you. I’m glad you came to see me.”

“I missed you.” You smiled back as you sat on his bed. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just taking my daily vitamins.” Peter said as he laid his gummies out. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved his hand to see what his vitamins looked like.

“These are fruit snacks.” You told him as you held up a bright orange gummy.

“I’m so fragile right now.” Peter whispered before downing his fruit snacks in one go. You chuckled a little at your boyfriends antics and scooted closer to him.

“Talk to me about it.” You said as you rubbed his arm.

“I feel as though our relationship is not in mint condition.” Peter said without looking up at you. You caught on to his pun and let out a groan.

“Peter.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiled weakly. “You look beautiful.”

“What are you doing?” You asked skeptically.

“Giving you a compli-mint.” He fed you another pun.

“You don’t have to do this.” You assured him. “I caved. I’m wearing cherry chapstick.”

“You are?” His eyes lit up.

“Yeah. I threw the other one out.” You shrugged. “I don’t even like the smell of it. It was just the first one I grabbed this morning.”

“You don’t like the smell either?”

“It’s a little harsh on my nose.” You scrunched your nose. “Plus, it burns my lips.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Peter smiled wickedly.

“What does this mean?” You laughed.

“We are mint to be.” He said with a cheeky smile.

“Stop.” You whined. “The fight is over. No more puns.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.” He held up his hands. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. And I’m sorry I wouldn’t kiss you all day.”

“I’m sorry I yelled too.” You frowned and cupped his chin. “You can make up for it by kissing me now.”

Peter nodded happily and leaned in to kiss you, giving you a real kiss this time. He pulled away and kept his lips puckered, realizing he was tricked.

“You’re wearing peppermint chapstick.” He said matter of factly.

“Yep.” You smiled. “And you didn’t die, vomit, or burst into flames.”

“Hm.” Peter realized you were right. “It stings my lips a little. I kinda like it.”

“See? It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad.” Peter corrected. “It’s just not as bad as I thought. Maybe I was a little too dramatic.”

“Maybe?” You teased.

“Fine.” Peter agreed. “But you knew I was dramatic before you started dating me. If anything, this is all your fault.”

“Why don’t we blame this on the entire concept of peppermint of call it a night?” You suggested and you laid down on his bed. Peter laid down beside you and wrapped his arm around you, still rubbing his lips together.

“You know what, princess? That sounds like a great idea.”

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[nonbinaryeye]

Elias’ Valentine’s Day Card

Elias could not care any less about Valentine ’s Day.

He would not even notice that there is supposed to be anything special about today’s date if so many of his employees were failing to do their job properly thinking way too much about their evening plans. Or the lack of them.

Maybe if Peter was in London he would force him to go out and have a dinner with him. Not because he himself would find any significance in today’s date, of course, he would just enjoy torturing his husband by having dinner surrounded by couples in love.

Elias stops himself. No, not husband they are not currently married. He really needs some rest. And what could be more relaxing than to lose himself in work? There is some scheduling that needs to be done. Also he needs to sort documentation regarding admission of few new artifacts. But first it is time to look through today’s mail. He applied for some grants and is awaiting their approval.

Elias picks a small stack of letters that were addressed to the Institute. Before he properly one very colorful one falls out of the pile. It looks like a Valentine ’s Day card. There are awfully looking smiling cartoon fish swimming among hearts on the front of it. How did it even get here? Is it some kind of mistake or is it for him…? He opens it.

 I fish to be with you,

Whale you be my Valentine?

P.L.

 Elias stared at the Valentine’s card in disbelief. Is it from Peter? He briefly checks with the Beholding. Yes, yes it was. The terrible puns would check alas he did not expect his ex-husband to be aware of approach of Valentine ’s Day let alone to bother to send him something. Even something this dumb.

It is probably supposed to annoy him. Well too bad as ridiculously stupid as the puns are he has not feelings regarding that terrible thing at all. Elias puts the awful thing to a drawer of his table. He will probably later throw it away. He resumes in his work.

If there is smile on his face for a rest of the day it is only a coincidence.

#here have this super silly little fanfic I forgot to post yesterday #tma fanfic #magnus archives fanfic #lonelyeyes #lonely eyes #peterelias #elias bouchard #mEye fanfic #mEye post

[azrielsbxtch]

Gwynriel Oneshot : Jealous Nesta

“Gwyn! Are you even listening to me”

“She’s not” replied Azriel.

They were all in the dining room,Azriel sitting in front of Nesta with Gwyn beside him. A plate of food before everyone except Gwyn whose plate was in front of Azriel.

“Can you stop writing for one second and answer me properly?”

“No she can’t.” he answered again. “She has a deadline and she’s behind”

Nesta put down her fork and knife and glared at him. He stared back amused as he buttered Gwyn’s toast.

“This isn’t funny”

“I’m not laughing”

“Azriel,as far as I recall,you have your own best friends. Stop stealing mine”

He scoffed. “I’m not stealing Gwyn”

“Oh? So what do you call you taking her out last night when we had a dinner date with Emerie? Or last week when we had to go shopping and you took her instead. And now I’m trying to get her to actually make plans....but she’s not even answering me!” She finished by throwing a grape towards Gwyn’s forehead. Azriel intercepted it before it landed.

“I didn’t plan all that. I just happened to be there” he shrugged.

Gwyn started putting away the books she was writing in and Azriel slid her plate in front of her. She threw him a grateful smile before digging in. When she looked up,she found Nesta glaring at her.

“What?”

“Did you hear anything I said in the last few minutes?”

Gwyn was about to reply when Cassian sauntered into the room and motioned for Azriel. He stood up from the table and walked over to where Cassian was standing.

Ignoring them,Nesta continued, “You’re not cancelling on me and Emerie again to go hang out with Azriel. Understood?”

“I didn’t cancel but okay”

They continued eating their breakfast. Cassian and Azriel came back to the table and sat next to Nesta and Gwyn respectively.

“What’s going on?” Nesta inquired.

“Nothing. Just a meeting with Amren after breakfast.” replied Cassian.

They all resumed eating and when Cassian and Azriel were about to leave, Az bent down and whispered something in Gwyn’s ear before kissing her on the cheek and leaving.

“Is something going on between you two? You’d tell me right?”

“With Azriel? What? Nothing’s going on”

“Then what was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb Gwyn. The little kiss on the cheek before he left”

“It was a kiss.....on the cheek”

Nesta just glared at her. For like the hundredth time

that day.

Gwyn sighed dropping her fork and knife. “There’s nothing going on between me and Azriel. We’re just friends. I mean I kiss you on the cheek too for Cauldrons sake”

“Okay then what was the whole him picking out your food for you,buttering your toast and picking out your favorite fruit?”

“So the fact that he knows my favorite fruit means something’s going on between us? He’s just being Azriel. He’d do it for anyone.”

“Well I’m his friend and he’s never done it for me” Nesta grumbled.

“That’s because you throw grapes at your friends” Gwyn said laughing.

—————————————————————————

A few days later,Azriel stood before Gwyn’s door and knocked. He hadn’t seen her since they had breakfast and he left with Cassian. She opened the door and smiled brightly when she saw him.

“You’re back”

He walked in shadows swirling around her.

“Yes.I had to go to the Day court with Rhys. Impromptu visit. What are you doing?” he said staring at the colorful mess on her bed.

“Making jewelry”

“Why?”

“Because I’m bored”

He shrugged and sat down on the bed. She sat across from him and he dutifully passed her the items she needed. Both of them working in a comfortable silence. That is until she started asking questions about his trip and he launched into a description of the Day court,Gwyn listening with rapt attention.

Eventually,they finished the jewelry and were lying side by side just talking,when the door handle started rattling.

Azriel rose up on his elbows then turned to look down at her.

“You locked the door?”

She nodded.

“Gwyn why is this door locked!”

“You locked Nesta out” he said laughing

The door handle started rattling again.

“We’re supposed to go out for lunch but....”

“But....”

Her eyes trailed over his face before she said,”I wanted to hang out with you okay. I haven’t seen you for days”

His smile was wicked when he said teasingly “ You missed me”

“Whatever” she said rolling her eyes.

“GWYNETH!!”

Azriel rose up from the bed and opened the door a fraction.

“Ugh I should have known. When did you even get back?”

“Gwyn has company. We’ll see you later”

Nesta was about to punch him when Cassian who seemingly appeared from nowhere,pulled her away just in time. Azriel was chuckling. Gwyn appeared next to him,a slightly guilty look on her face.

“I’m sorry Nesta. Can we go out for dinner later instead?”

Nesta was about to ask why but she noted the look on Gwyn’s face and realization dawned on her. She wanted to spend time with Azriel.

“Okay but can I talk to you for a second”

Gwyn joined her in the hallway and they walked a few feet away from the guys.

“You little liar!” Nesta whispered. “You said there was nothing going on”

“There isn’t!”

Nesta raised an eyebrow.

“I swear! Look I just want to spend some time with him okay. I haven’t seen him for days. We’re just catching up”

“Mm-hmm....just catching up” said Nesta sarcastically.

“Shut up Nesta”

“Gwyn,you always stare at him during training. Last week you tripped when he took off his shirt. Just admit it. You like Az”

“He’s my friend”

“You are so frustrating.Look I’ll see you later. Emerie needs to be here for this conversation.”

“There is no conversation!”

Nesta rolled her eyes then went to Cassian and dragged him away. Azriel ruffled her hair when she passed.

Gwyn walked back to Az who was still standing by the door. He tucked her under his wing and they went back into her room. This time,he locked the door.

[mrspasser]

The job agency

Stiles works at Rainbow Recruit, a job placement agency specifically founded to help people who are having trouble finding employment due to supernatural interference in their lives. Derek is an Alpha werewolf in need of a job.

Stiles waves the woman to the seat in front of his desk. “Hi! Welcome to Rainbow Recruit!” He puts on his most welcoming smile, wanting to put her at ease quickly. She is about his father’s age, with sandy coloured hair and lipstick that’s just a tad too much on the orange side. The woman gingerly takes a seat and smooths her skirt out with her hands. The two piece suit is a little outdated, she might need to go shopping before her first job interview; preferably for something that isn’t moss green. Stiles might wonder about his updated sense of fashion if the explanation wasn’t sitting in the glass walled office in the back. Working with Lydia for the past four years has left its marks.

He adjusts his keyboard a bit and sends the woman another broad smile. People always say he has a nice smile and he tends to use it. “Well, let’s get started with the basics, shall we?” He nods towards the computer screen that has a new file open, ready for him to fill in all the blanks. “I’m Stiles. What’s your name?”

The woman shifts uncomfortably in her chair, her hand fumbling with her necklace. “Uhm… my name…” she hesitates. 

“Yeah…?” Stiles lifts his eyebrows incredulously. It feels a bit rude to point out that a name is probably the least invasive information he’s gonna need of her. She’ll need to tell him her date of birth, for one thing. And if he can find her employment, he’ll need her social security number too. Both are things that people have lied about to him before. 

“My friends call me Jo,” the woman eventually says. She seems nervous, staring at Stiles as if she expects him to make a grab for her. 

Understanding dawns at him and he puts down ‘Jo’ in the box for her name. They’ll get to her full name later, if his hunch is correct. And it is, when he comes to the part where they discuss her previous job experiences. 

“I’ve been held captive in a fairy mound for the past seven years, so not only is there a gap in my resume but my coding knowledge is way out of date. I used to program in C, they’re all working in C++ now!”

“We have refreshment courses for that,” Stiles tells her, chipper. “And I’m sure we can dress that seven year gap up a little. Family care, perhaps?” The woman happens to have a sister who has a history of chronic illness, which works out perfectly. The longer they talk, the more at ease the woman gets. He sets her up for a refresher course in C++ that starts next week and before she leaves she even lets him put down her full name. After being kidnapped by the fae it’s more than understandable she’s cautious in giving out her real name. 

She’s not the first person to walk into Rainbow Recruit that has spent some years with the fae. Stiles once had to find an attractive solution to cover a fourteen year gap. Most people don’t stay any longer than seven years, but this guy had enjoyed himself. It’s alright though, in his four years at Rainbow Recruit Stiles has seen weirder things. Like the man who found himself under a curse of the local bog witch and could only work night hours. When the sun rose he turned into an alligator. Stiles found him a job as a night guard in a museum and Lydia gave him some tips to help settle his debt to the bog witch. That wasn’t even the weirdest case that came across Stiles’ desk. Last year there was a literal Adonis of a man, who turned out to be a statue brought to life. He was great to look at - which Stiles enjoyed, at his leisure - but about as dumb as a brick. The guy had no idea what a job was, but was told he needed one. Stiles suspected that the person who brought him to life wanted him out of the house for a few hours a day at least. Luckily the art school nearby was looking for models. They later emailed to tell him they were super pleased with Adonis, because he could sit still for hours without complaint. 

It’s one of the success stories of Rainbow Recruit, a job placement agency specifically founded to help people who are having trouble finding employment due to supernatural interference in their lives. Of course they have their regular clients too, people who are looking for a career change, moms who want to get back into the field now their kids are in school, high school dropouts who need help finding a job that requires minimal experience but has enough perspective to help them grow. Those clients are a cover for the supernatural side of business, which takes up about seventy percent of their revenue. Lydia is a champ at getting the word out in the right places, advertising their business publicly while still staying under the radar. After all, most of the world has no idea that the supernatural creatures they see in movies actually exist.

Stiles likes his job. He likes to think he is good at it and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he works with his friends. Lydia runs the place and Scott is a recruitment agent like him. If things ever get slow during the day, Stiles can always find entertainment in watching Scott trip over his feet in his attempts to make a good impression on Allison, the Disney princess come to life that runs their front desk. She has all the right characteristics for that title: the long, shiny, dark curls, the large eyes with the fluttering long lashes, the dimples in her unblemished cheeks. Truly, she’s like Snowwhite, if Snowwhite killed the Hunter and stole his bow and arrows. Scott is lucky he is so adorable. Stiles is pretty sure Allison would kill him otherwise, especially after that time he tripped and spilled his ice coffee all over her pristinely white blouse. Lydia saved his ass by taking Allison for an early lunch plus shopping trip, all on Scott’s expense of course. 

Of course, every job has its downsides. Stiles is still a bit peeved about Lydia’s veto of him keeping bobble heads on his desk and on casual friday he still has to wear a button down shirt. He can wear it on chinos instead of black or navy blue slacks, and Lydia forgives him for wearing sneakers as long as they’re clean, whole and don’t clash with his outfit. And then there’s Derek. Stiles has to resist the urge to groan whenever he sees the werewolf step through the door. The guy is single handedly responsible for Stiles having a lower success rate than Scott. He’s impossible to get a job for. Not that he actively sabotages the job opportunities that Stiles lines up for him, the guy just has the worst luck ever. That, and his face is stuck in a permanent scowl. It’s a good face, Stiles likes it even better than Adonis’, but he’s not sure there is any way to ever turn the guy’s frown upside down. 

They quickly discovered jobs in the customer service domain were not Derek’s forte. He has little patience for complaints; part of the whole werewolf thing, they do tend to have a bit of a temper. The hospitality service is not for him either, again because of his inability to be polite. Or, to be fair, Stiles knows Derek isn’t truly impolite, he just has some trouble delivering sentences in the right tone of voice. Again, the scowl doesn’t help. And then there’s his bad luck. The first job Stiles sent him to, had him work as an administrative assistant for the CFO of a company that produces weapons for the military. A high profile job of the likes that doesn't come across Stiles’ desk very often, but Derek has a college degree and seemed like the right man for the job. The werewolf promptly - and accidently - uncovered some huge scam the woman was running, which led to her freaking out and kidnapping Derek, chaining him up in some underground basement and torturing him with elektro shocks. She even licked his abs, allegedly. It was a whole legal mess. They were lucky Derek is a werewolf, so he recovered quickly from his wounds. Stiles isn’t too sure about the psychological damage, though. Still, he would have thought it would send Derek running for the hills, giving up on ever finding a job, but the guy keeps coming back. Every few weeks he’s back in the chair in front of Stiles’ desk, scowling as if he could make a job out of it. If only he could.

Being a werewolf means your job has to be flexible when it comes to the hours. No matter how good the control of the werewolf in question, they all need some days off around the full moon. Working with animals is often a no go, because most animals tend to react badly to an apex predator in their vicinity. Derek has the looks of an underwear model and Stiles would be happy to set him up with a modelling gig, if it were not for the way his eyes ruin every photo. Stiles knows. Derek’s file has a picture of him with his eyes closed, face turned impassively in the direction of the camera. It’s such a dorky picture, Stiles secretly loves it. And because Derek has been walking in and out of Rainbow Recruit for the better part of year now, Stiles knows the guy has a softer side hidden beneath his prickly exterior. He’s not a man of many words, but he always asks how the sheriff is doing. The two men know each other because of another case of Derek’s unbelievable bad luck. His sister, his last living relative, was killed and Derek was left to deal with the grief on top of having to adjust to his newly gained Alpha powers. It made him forget about the difference between human and werewolf customs, which was why he was picked up as a murder suspect when he had just been trying to bury his sister in the way that his family had practiced for generations. Derek was exonerated, he got himself a small pack and he and the sheriff greeted each other on the street nowadays. 

Stiles knows Derek’s pack too. There’s Boyd, who works at the ice skating rink. That was none of Stiles’ doing, he already had that job before Derek bit him and added him to his pack. Rainbow Recruit did arrange a county groundskeeper job for Isaac, and a job at the local beauty parlour for Erica, the only girl in the small pack. He thinks she and Boyd are dating, though he isn’t sure, with the way Erica aggressively uses her femme fatale looks to make Stiles blush each time she comes by the office. She’s actually more scary than her Alpha.

Said Alpha walks in early Thursday morning, when Stiles is just making himself a coffee in the little kitchenette in the back corner. They have a fancy coffee machine that wouldn’t sit out of place in a hipster café, yet Stiles only knows how to make two kinds of coffee with it. The kitchen corner is decorated with red and pink garlands in the shape of hearts, in honour of the upcoming Hallmark holiday. Stiles doesn’t care much for Valentine’s day, but he is all for the bowls of candy hearts that Allison put on every desk. “For the clients, Stiles,” she warned him, futilely if he might add. 

Derek stops a good distance away from Allison’s desk, his eyes trained on Stiles in the back. He lifts a hand when Stiles spots him, ignoring their receptionist completely. It’s fine, Allison assured Stiles multiple times she understands why Derek isn’t comfortable with her, even though she hadn’t seen her aunt in years before the woman went mental and kidnapped and tortured Derek. 

“Good morning, Derek!” Stiles greets without raising his voice. The werewolf can hear him just fine, even if he’d whisper. Stiles learned that the hard way, through some embarrassing instances that Derek graciously doesn’t hold against him. “Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll be right with you. Coffee?”

The werewolf nods once in reply and starts for Stiles’ desk. Stiles finishes making his own cappuccino and starts on Derek’s americano. He always drinks it all black, like the glutton for punishment he is.

This story continues on A03!

This story was inspired by this Tumblr post by @leeshajoy​

#Eternal Sterek Valentine #Valentines day #Sterek #Sterek fanfiction #Derek Hale #Alpha Derek Hale #Stiles Stilinski #Derek x Stiles #job recruitment #sterekvalentineweek2022

[tanzaniiite]

can i request the trend of tiktok “the faster you get to me the more kisses you get!” with tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto and hinata? 🥺👉👈

“THE FASTER YOU GET TO ME, THE MORE KISSES YOU GET” TREND

w/ tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto, hinata & iwaizumi

requests: OPEN

warnings: talk of pee and poop in iwaizumi’s

a/n: of course you can! thanks for the request! 💓 (also the trend is used more as a prompt than it is as the main focus whoops 🤡)

i added iwaizumi bc he was requested in another ask so i just merged the two. my character limit is still four max!

who gave him the right 🥵

the salt lick himself

this dude is annoyingggg

you already knew what his reaction was gonna be,, so why bother?

welll you just wanted to be like all the other tiktok girls 👉🏽👈🏽

you wait until you see tsukki and yama walking out of the club room and towards you

you’re bracing yourself for the embarrassment

“babe! the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

no shit, he stops in his tracks. yama’s just looking at him like ‘what you finna do?’

you know what he does? turns around and starts walking in THE OTHER DIRECTION

you are… baffled

when finally catch up to him, you’re pouting

“dude, what the hell?”

he glances at you, then flicks your forehead dummy hard

you’re triggered, “did you just flick me?”

this snarky mf is now laughing at you

btw yamaguchi is very uncomfortable rn

tsukishima the leans down, bean pole headass, and kisses your forehead

“sorry i don’t do dumb tik tok trends”

“it’s not dumb! you just didn’t want to kiss me”

he looks at you with an unimpressed look, as if saying, ‘we both know that’s not true’

alas you’re still pouting

yama: “haha this is me, see you guys tmmr” *leaves in awkward*

tsukishima knows your not gonna stop acting like a baby until he gives you what you want

he sighs, walks a couple feet away from you, pulls out his phone and starts recording

“say the thing”

“huh?”

“the trend thing. say it”

your eyes light up so much and tsukki smiles a bit

he’s so soft for you uwu

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

because he’s a tall boi, it only takes him a few steps to get to you but when he does, he kisses you hard

like damn, okay sir

when he pulls away you’re flustered asf, he chuckles and stops recording

“happy?”

this poor boy wouldn’t know a tiktok trend if it punched him the face

i hate to say it, but he’s a boomer 😔🤘🏽 just like dadchi

he’s at your house picking you up for a date and your sibling is bombarding him with questions

when you come out, akaashi is like ‘oh thank goodness’

you smile at him, then wack your sibling in their side

“stop bothering him you weirdo!”

“what we’re just having a nice lil chat”

you shake your head and start to walk away but your sibling is holding akaashi back, giving him the typical ‘you hurt her, i kill you’ speech

now you know your boyfriend is great when he’s under pressure but.. this is new territory for him

you remember a trend that you saw a while back and decide to do it now

you know keiji wants your family to like him, so he’ll be conflicted between going to you or staying and listening to your siblings speech

it’s perfect really

so you pull out your phone and start recording

“baby! the faster you get to me, the sooner we can go on our date and the more kisses you’ll get”

my guy just blinks, “it is getting late..”. plus he’s not opposed to the kissing part so he starts to walk towards you

“hey! i’m not done talking to you”

‘that’s true, it would be rude of me to walk away mid conversation… if you could even call it that’ he thinks

you laugh slightly, you can practically see the gears spinning in his head

“keiji come on we don’t have all day”

“don’t you walk away from me”

akaashi sighs loudly. the longer he spends talking to your sibling the less time he has with you. if he walks away, he’s at risk of your sibling hating him. he’s stumped.

suddenly he turns to your sibling, “sorry l/n, we can continue this discussion later. y/n and i have a date that’s very time sensitive. i apologize”

he then walks to you and grabs your hand before walking off

“y’know my crackhead sibling was just mess with you right? you could’ve just walked away”

“i figured, but that’s still rude”

ugh we stan boy who has manners

“so.. um, may i get a kiss now?”

omg he’s so cute i love him 🥺

you grin and pepper his face with a bunch of kisses, making him blush slightly

tbh you don’t even need to ask, this dude is infatuated w/ you

he’ll run to you any day of the week

but what had happened was.. y’all were on a date and bokuto went to go get ice cream

but that was like 15 mins ago and you’re just sitting on the park bench looking like a fool

and ngl you were a little worried bc bokuto is so easy to distract you’re thinking he fell into a pond or something

so you go to look for him and tbh it doesn’t take long cause cmon,, it’s bokuto

he be loud asf

n e ways, there he is in all his glory playing with a German Shepard who looked like it was trying so hard not to bite him

the owner looked nervous asf but was probably too nervous to say something social anixety be like that

bokuto spots you and waves at you frantically

“hey babe! look at this dog! it’s so cute!”

ugh bless him

you send the owner an apologetic look and turn back to bokuto

“it is cute but i think you’re aggravating it.. i don’t want you to get bitten. let’s go”

“it won’t bite me!” *to dog* “right? you’re too good to bite me, yes you are, yes you are”

*inhales* this stubborn kid, so now you got to think of a new tactic

you suddenly remember that bokuto is affectionate x1 mil

he would never miss a chance to be smothered in love

this was as good a time as any to do this trend and save your bf in the process :))

you whip out your phone, “hey baby? the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get”

when i tell you his head SWIVELED

the dude is an owl confirmed 🙌🏽

literally almost trips trying to get to you, now he’s looking at you like an excited puppy ready for pats

the owner gives you thankful look and leaves

bokuto is still staring at you, waiting for his smooches

so you deliver 😌 you grab his face and kiss all around and place a final kiss on his lips

bokuto looks so happy, like he’s smiling so wide rn

all hail tiktok it rly be saving your stupid boyfriend

my bby 🥺

he loves you so so so so much

hinata will do anything for you yes anything

and the feeling is mutual, but sometimes you cannot comprehend what goes on in that mind if his

like,, you could not, for the life of you, understand why he ran into MOVING TRAFFIC

let me tell you what happened

so you were shopping with your friends (and just to clarify y’all were a strip where there’s a bunch of stores on each block)

you guys were just casual walking and then your friend pointed out that it sounded like someone was calling your name

you looked around and there was your orange fuzzy bouncing up and down on the other side of the street

“BABY! BABE! Y/N! LOOK!”

too cute i swear

you smiled and waved, “hi baby!”

“wait until i get across this street imma kiss you so hard!”

cue your friends gagging

you giggle and decide to reference a tiktok cause why not?

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you can get!”

b-but he thought you were serious

so yes he ran into the middle of a busy street

you are traumatized, paralyzed with fear if you will, you thought your boyfriend was going to die right in front of you

when he finally reached you, you scolded him mother hen mode activated

“why the hell would you do that hinata?!”

uh oh, you used his last name.. not good

“but you said–”

“i was joking!”

oh. now he’s embarrassed and sad bc you’re mad at him

at least he thought you were until you grabbed him and hugged him tightly, “don’t ever do any dumb shit like that again, okay? you scared me”

“i won’t,, but since i did risk my life, can i get a kiss?”

“NO.”

i feel like y’all have a relationship where you guys can be mean(?) to each other w/o getting offended

so you guys are at your house watching Netflix together and he suddenly gets up and leaves your room

“where are you going?”

“gotta piss”

istg i hate the word “piss” but IK he says that instead of “pee”

n e ways you resume watching the show but your bf’s been gone for like 10 mins

you go to the bathroom and knock on the door, “hey, you good in there? it doesn’t take 10 minutes to pee”

you hear him groan, “fuck off”

and then,, it all clicks, “are you constipated?!”

“FUCK OFF”

now you’re laughing your ass of bc what the fuck

“don’t clog my toilet nasty”

“y/n i swear to god if you don’t leave me alone–”

“what? are you gonna fling your doo doo on me?”

you finally stop teasing him and go back to your room

you send him a text, ‘still constipated? 💩’

‘breaking up w/ you is looking mighty tempting rn 🥴’

‘rude 🤧 but hey, the faster you poop, the more kisses you get’

this dude left you on read

and didn’t return until 20 mins later

“damn i know my bathroom stinks now”

“shut up and give me my kisses”

you raise an eyebrow, “i– you took 20 mins”

“okay.. did you want me to get up mid shit and come to you?”

you don’t why but that shit had you cackling, you reach up and pull him close to you

you give him a couple of pecks and a deep kiss

aww he’s smiling 🥺

“i love you my lil doo doo machine”

he pushed you off your bed

tanzaniiite © 2020 — all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, or copy. do not plagiarize. thank you.

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[cocobutnochanel]

Roommates | 18+

Genre: slight fluff, smut, roommate!Chanyeol

Main Characters: Park Chanyeol x Reader (oc: fem)

Summary: Your brother's bestfriend, the wrong pill and empty threats could never be good news. Your life turns 180 degrees around when you drink medicine impulsively.

Warning: profanity, sex scene, drug intake

Kink List: unprotected sex, bondage, restraints, drug intake, verbal degradation, creampie, aftercare, daddy kink, daddy!Chanyeol, dom!Chanyeol

Word count: 3.3k+ words

You wanted to bang your head against the wall. Integral calculus was so goddamn hard to learn and you hated how it's included in your courses when you majored in political science. It didn't make sense and the book in front of you didn't too.

You let out a huff and try to comprehend it since you aimed for a perfect GPA this semester.

The door swings open "Hey, dumbface." A familiar voice disrupts you. "What do you need, frat boy?" You hiss, not even bothering to turn around to look at him. Even his presence alone annoys you.

"Stay out tonight." He snickers, shutting the door behind him. "Can you not have sex while exams are going on? I'm trying to study." You whip your head and glare at his smirking face.

"Don't test me, I can tell eomma you're dating someone in uni." He was threatening you with bullshit like this again. What more, you know your mom loves him so much and she'll believe him.

You roll your eyes at him. "Eomma? She's my mother, Chanyeol, not yours. I'll tell her you're fucking with the entire population of Seoul instead." You look at him incredulously while he smiles with amusement in his eyes. He loved pissing you off, you had no idea why your oppa and eomma let you share a dorm room with him.

"You wouldn't do that to your oppa." He cooed at you mockingly. "Oppa? You? Fuck off, Yeollie." You flip him the finger while he cringed. He hates his childhood nickname.

He finally heads out of your shared dorm room and you return to reading the book. Park Chanyeol was a rodent who never left your family alone ever since he met your big brother, Jongin, in pre-school. Like Jongin who was his best friend, he loves pissing you off too. He even has his own room in your house and calls your mother 'eomma'.

You finally resumed studying after he heads out. After a few hours of reviewing calculus over and over again, you decide to sleep for your last day of exam tomorrow.

-

You wake up and notice Chanyeol's top bunk empty and unslept in. He must be with his whores, you assume. You hurriedly get ready and head to your first exam of the day.

The day passed by idly, occupying you with three exams and integral calculus being the last. The moment you got out of the classroom, your head ached. Fuck math, honestly.

You get back to your dorm room and see that Chanyeol still wasn't home despite it being 2 in the afternoon already. You shrug that thought off and text him instead. Your headache bothered you more than your brother's manwhore best friend not coming home.

'frat boy do u have tylenol ?' You text him.

'aww, uri dongsaeng is sick xx' He responded in a heartbeat, dying to tease you since exams were over.

'fuck you where are ur meds' You reply as your vision blurs even more. You couldn't afford to deal with his bullshit. Your head was killing you now.

'my nightstand. be home in a sec w/ food' He finally texted you back. You groan as another pang hits your head, telling you to let go of your phone. You curse integral calculus for giving you this pain.

You pull the drawer in his nightstand. You see condoms of different variations and that disgusted you to the core. Safe sex should be practiced but to need this amount of condoms? He sure does love sleeping around.

You see a white bottle with a red label in the far corner. You couldn't read the label but your head throbbed even more, making you grab that bottle out of impulse. You take it and drink a glass of water.

The sound of the door opening reached your ears as you laid on your bed, trying to rest. "Hey, you okay?" Chanyeol's voice was worried but the pain you were feeling made you snap at him. "Don't talk to me. I'm about to die." He laughs about what you just said and teases you with "That's good news."

A few minutes later, you were expecting the drowsy feeling to take over but unfortunately, it didn't. Your head was still in pain and it wasn't letting you sleep. You wince at an intense pang again.

"Are you sure you took Tylenol? You should be knocked out right now." He comments when he sees you still suffering. "I don't know anymore, fuck. All I know is that the pain is going away." You groan but now, the pain was slowly diminishing.

Few more minutes again, the throbbing stopped but you felt kind of hot. "Holy shit." You hear him mutter.

"What now?" You ask him with a grimace, fanning yourself. Heat now taking over the pain you felt earlier. "You took the wrong bottle! You're so fucking dumb, I swear." He shrieks. You never saw him freak out before which is why I was alarmed.

He holds up a bottle and you cover your mouth as soon as you saw it clearly. "It was my horny pills, you dumbfuck." He said with a flabbergasted face. Well, that explains the heat.

You didn't know why or how but you were aroused when he called you 'dumbfuck'. It wasn't the first time hearing this insult from him but it set you on fire right now. The pill made you feel things you don't feel when you're not having raging hormones.

"B-But, w-why do you even have them?!" You tried to distract yourself from the feeling but it only heightened. This was wrong on all angles. He was your brother's best friend! There was a reason why your mother trusted him to be your roommate! You weren't supposed to feel things like these!

You feel yourself get wet down there. "Fuck." You breathed out, his eyes glued on you while you lay in your bed with a defeated face. He sat across you with knitted eyebrows and an angry face.

"Yeol, get out!" You scream at him before you lost your sanity. You were getting wetter by the minute. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Even his concerned voice sent you over the edge.

Without thinking, you stand up and sit on top of him. "N-No.. Jongin's gonna kill me." His voice was raspy and sitting on top of him made you feel the growing bulge between his legs.

"What happened to the brave frat boy?" You whispered against his ear, your hormones getting the better of you. You start dry humping on his thigh as he closed his eyes in frustration. "Y/N, you know we can't do this." Desperation dripping in his voice.

You roll your eyes at what he just said. "Yeollie, be responsible. This was your fault." You purred, the libido inside you growing. He bit his lip in response.

"God knows how much I want to but Jongin will kill me. You know that, Y/N." He pleaded but you knew he couldn't resist seeing you like this, like a thirsty bitch for him. "Please don't make this harder tha-" You cut him off with a hungry kiss.

He was stunned and he couldn't move but your hands travelled down to the hem of his shirt. You took it off, your lips still on his. He was defenseless under your kiss. Soon, he kissed you back gently too.

His tongue ran down on your bottom lip and you moan his name. His erection was now as hard as a rock and you liked it like that. Especially when it was between your legs too.

His mouth hungrily darted down your neck. You knew he was leaving marks but you couldn't care less. He was finally returning the passion you were feeling. This was his fault, all along.

Your hands held onto his locks as he devoured you on top of him. He couldn't meet your eye. He knew he wanted you but it was wrong. Jongin was your brother and he was his best friend. It was wrong but it only made the two of you want it even more.

His hand clutched your thigh as he nibbles on the sensitive skin of your collarbones. "Yeol." You call out to him, desperately wanting for more. You take off the pullover you had on and he couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Beautiful." He breathes out, his face meeting your hot chest. He unclasps the bra from your back and as it fell to the floor, his hands immediately replaced that warmth.

He massaged your sensitive breasts as he let his mouth play with your chest. You could only moan in agreement.

He managed to slip hand inside your miniskirt. His fingers found your wetness, your back arching at the contact. "Yeol!" You scream in surprise the moment he slipped a digit in. "Wet enough.." He whispers.

He gets up and throws you on the bed. He pulls his belt out of the skinny jeans he was wearing. You gasp when he ties your hand above your head, tightening the belt around it.

You were left in your skirt and that turned him on. You and you were good girl ways, he thought. He pulls your soaked panties down with a satisfied grin, his eyes never leaving yours.

He goes down on you, his hot breath on your pussy. You writhe under his warmth as you buck your hips forward to meet his lips. "Nah-uh. Wait." He whispers breathily.

You exhale in frustration. He felt your desperation and flipped you around, positioning your knees on the bed. "I said wait." He growls as you feel his palm smack your buttcheek.

You bite your lip as the impact made you wetter. You were sure you were dripping down there and the pill you took didn't help either.

Another smack hits your bottom and the sting it inflicted made you moan out loud.

"Jesus, Chanyeol, put it in already." You begged desperately. He puts two digits inside which made you hungrier.

You feel your insides clench around his fingers as he scissors his way in. He was a cruel fucker and you loved how he likes you at his mercy.

"Beg for it." He bellowed above you, fisting a handful of your hair.

Pride wasn't your priority right now. Your priority was your need for him inside you. "Please, daddy, put it in." You sigh, letting all your pride go down the  drain. You hated him but now, you're begging while calling him daddy.

You turn your head around to see him but his erection was now out and it tensed at your nickname for him. It was itching to be inside you too.

He finally pulls out his teasing fingers. Positioning his 9-inch cock on your entrance, you moan audibly. "Daddy, please." You beg once again.

He slides it in as you felt your insides stretch at his size. Tears welled up in your eyes as pain intensified down there. “I’m not even fully inside. Wipe your tears, slut.” He hisses, his fingers diving into the sides of your hips out of frustration.

“So fucking tight.” He comments, feeling up every inch inside you. You could only groan in response as the belt on your wrists restrained you from moving.

He pulls out a bit and starts thrusting in a rhythm. “Yeollie.” You moan out loud as he took you from behind. “What did you just call me?” He spat, thrusting stops abruptly.

“I-I’m sorry, daddy.” Your voice was powerless. Just like how you are right now, kneeling as you call your brother’s best friend ‘daddy’.

“Good.” He starts ramming it inside you again. Your eyes deliriously rolled as he thrusts into your G-spot again.

You weren’t a virgin but you didn’t sleep around as well. You only had sex with the guys you were in a relationship with, hence, why you were so tight. Despite lacking experience that Chanyeol had, it was a no-brainer that this was your best fuck.

After simultaneously hitting your spot, you notice his pace quicken. He was about to come. “D-Daddy!” You screech as his hot liquid filled you to the brim, your own juice gushing out of you too.

You were weak as you slump back on the bed. He wipes you down there, making sure you were clean. He was a monster while doing the deed yet he was so domestic when it was over.

He took his belt off your wrists as you lay on your back, bare and sore. He plants a soft kiss on your lips as if it’d make up for how he tired you out today.

You thought you were through but another wave of heat hit you again 10 minutes later. He plops on your side after that and tries to cuddle you but that only ignited your desires once again.

“Yeol...” You moan into his ear as his arm drapes over your bare waist. “Do you want to go at it again?” He asks like a puppy as if he hadn’t made you beg a while ago.

“How long does it wear off?” You ask, referring to the pill. “I don’t know but usually half a day, I guess?” He shrugs, still cuddling you.

“Are you serious?! Does it mean I’m gonna be like this for twelve fucking hours?!” You grit your teeth. “Relax, I’m willing to help as long as you let me. Also, I’m sorry for that earlier..” He says with sincerity dripping from his voice.

“It was the first time I was ever like that. I just got carried away cause it’s you, I guess.” He looks at you with puppy eyes while his hands inch down towards your pussy that was now wet again. For him.

“What do you mean cause it’s me?” You ask him with a shaky voice, feeling his middle finger against your clit now. “You know you’re attractive. I just didn’t make a move cause I know Jongin would kill me.” He chuckles.

“Hmmm.” You hum which makes him look at you. “I guess I’m flattered, daddy.” You mischievously grin as he bites his lip at the nickname.

-

You wake up with sore thighs and a cooking Chanyeol. You lost count of how many rounds you had with him and he had the guts to look like a husband the next morning. He looked so domestic in a plain white shirt and an apron. He didn't look like the frat boy that he was and it was the first time you saw him in that light.

You get up and he whips his head around. "Good morning.." He greets you with a bright smile as if he wasn't the reason you could barely walk now.

Your feet meet your dorm room's cold hard floor and you walk to the dining table. He serves the breakfast he prepared: fried eggs, pancakes and bacon.

"You look so domestic, it's disgusting." You comment on his bright toothy smile when he placed the food in front of you as if he was some husband serving his wife. "You wish. As if you didn’t beg last night to be cuddled." He winks at you, pulling the chair across.

"There's the frat boy I know." You roll your eyes at his laughing figure. "By the way, eomma texted me the train schedule for today. You have to get ready by 9." He reminds you, his mouth full of pancakes.

You only nod at him, sipping the coffee he prepared for you too. You two finish breakfast while bantering about little things. You wanted to ask him about last night but then, you were afraid it'd make things awkward.

You dismiss that thought and get ready for your trip back countryside. Exams were over which meant it was already summer. Suncheon was only 3 hours away from Seoul but you only went home during school breaks.

You change into comfortable travelling clothes. Chanyeol has a designer hoodie on as if he was some idol in airport fashion. "You picking up girls from the train too?" You snicker judgementally.

He lets out a hoarse laugh. "You jealous?" He smirks and runs a hand through his blonde hair. "You wish." You glare at him and head out of your dorm room with a luggage in hand.

He follows you, his luggage with him too. You two head out to the train station nearby and buy a ticket to Suncheon.

You settle in beside him and sleep for the rest of your 3-hour ride. Last night's strenuous activities tired you out. Drowsiness took over you as Chanyeol leaned his head on your shoulders, slowly getting addicted to your natural scent.

-

You wake up to Chanyeol drooling on your shoulder. You were now near so you decide to wake him up. You were reminded of your question earlier too.

"Yeollie, you’re drooling." You tease him but he only hummed in response, trying to rub his eyes. But suddenly, you wanted to ask him about last night. Were you just an easy fuck? Or were you dating him like how you did with your exes? You weren’t really one to sleep around, you remind yourself.

"W-What does last night mean? Should we act like it never happened?" You ask with a thumping heart. You were scared that he'd say you were just another fuck. Despite your denial of ‘liking him’, rejection scared you.

"We're here." He grabs your hand and lets you up when the train comes to a stop. "Wait, Yeol. Answer me." You say in a weak voice while he dragged you out. Instead, it looks like he just shrugs your question off.

You spot your eomma and oppa waving. Jongin was smiling when he saw you and his best friend. You had no idea he was gonna be here but you were happy. You haven't seen him in so long.

"We missed you!" Your eomma runs to you and Chanyeol, hugging you two. You only smile at her and Jongin who was behind him too.

"Dude!" Jongin greeted Chanyeol with a man-hug. You roll your eyes at their bromance. "Dumbass." Jongin ruffled your hair while you only whine in response. “Oppa, cut it out!” You shriek at him.

"Did you eat already?" Your mom asks the two of you, linking her arms around yours. "Nope." You answer timidly, still not over the fact that Chanyeol dodged your question earlier.

"Let's go to Kyungsoo's place! He opened a new pizzeria." Jongin chimes in. Chanyeol could only nod. Did he lose his energy because you asked him that? Was it wrong to clarify whatever it was between you two?

You sensed the tension in the air when you saw Chanyeol walk so stiffly behind you.

"How's my sister in Seoul? Did her dumbass get a boyfriend, no?" Jongin sneers. He knew you had minimum experience in dating and he loved teasing you about it. Chanyeol clears his throat. "She's seeing someone." You and your mom stop walking the moment he announced this. Suddenly, you were reminded of the empty threat he made when you refused to leave for his hook-up. Were you two back at that again? Just.... roommates?

"What? Her? Are you joking?" Jongin laughs at you and you wanted to smack him in the face but you were too busy overthinking. "Yeol, if this is about the threat you made-" You assumed this was about that night but he cut you off with a bold statement.

"She's seeing me." You let out an audible gasp. Your eomma covered her mouth in surprise. "What did you say?" Jongin sounded like he was challenging his own best friend. The danger in his voice scared you but it didn't affect Chanyeol in any way. Instead, he confirms it again.

"Dude, I said she's seeing me." Before you could deny it, your oppa lunged forward and tackled Chanyeol to the floor.

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Tabloid | Haiba Lev

SYNOPSIS: You're chubby and get insecure when you see a tabloid of him and another model.

READER: chubby!gender neutral

WORDS: 609

WRITTEN: 01/19/2021

You were chubby, and you knew that. People had made fun of you when you were growing up, especially your family members. They called it tough love, but you knew they just wanted to bring you down.

You grew up with low expectations of yourself and others, closing yourself off from people so that they wouldn't be able to hurt you.

You had let yourself get a bit too close when it came to Lev. You were a fashion designer, and you had met him on set during a photoshoot.

To this day, you still weren't sure how you managed to date a top model. He had asked you out on a date after a photoshoot once while you were cleaning up.

Now, three years later, you two lived together in a big house. Both of your work schedules were hectic and different sometimes, but you didn't mind. The phone calls and facetimes were enough for you when he was in a different country.

Even when a tabloid was released about Lev and another model dating, you ignored it because you knew he wouldn't do that.

You believed that anyway. He was the one who invited you out on dates, made you feel pretty by putting on light makeup for you, bought gifts and snacks for you, and always texted you even if he was busy.

Lev had just come home from the Caribbean for work when he noticed you were being a bit more quiet than usual, even going as far as avoiding his eyes.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, setting down the bag of gifts by the sofa.

"Nothing's wrong," you answered, resuming your task of pouring yourself a glass of milk in order to sleep easily tonight.

He caught sight of the tabloid on the coffee table and immediately walked to your side, enveloping you in a warm hug. You paused for a moment and put down the milk carton.

"Lev?"

"You know I love you, right?" he whispered softly.

You didn't say anything for a moment, but then nodded. "I know."

"You're the only one for me. Don't ever trust what you see or hear from others," he advised.

You weren't dumb. You figured out he must've seen the tabloid. You weren't exactly trying to hide it either.

"I trust you, Lev. I'm not worried about you cheating on me. I'm worried about if I'll be able to stay with you because of how I feel. Will I ever be as pretty as the women he surrounds himself with each day? Will I ever be enough for him? Those type of thoughts go through my head a lot."

He squeezed you tightly before letting in order to squish your cheeks together. You looked up at him as his face scrunched up.

"I love you!" he exclaimed. "You're the cutest, prettiest, greatest, best person in my life. I'm blessed to have you. I don't even know how I ended up in such a great and stable relationship with you. Everyday after work, I look forward to seeing you again. When I leave the house, I already want to come back to you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I try to finish my shoots as quickly as possible so that I can come home to you. I love getting ready for bed with you and cuddling with you. You mean a lot to me."

Your face felt hot with everything he told you. You teared up a bit.

"I love you too," you mumbled since his hands were still squishing your cheeks.

He grinned happily and kissed you. "Let's get ready for bed. You'll be the little spoon tonight."

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