Dispatch request! Flambae getting flustered over oblivious masc!Reader and everyone in the team is making fun of it!
Stupid, Hot Idiot…
👽: god he’s so cuntyyyy. here you go :3 I made you a dispatcher because it just kinda felt rightttt💞
🖇️: Flambae x masc!Reader
☑️: Proof Read
⚠️: SFW/repressed emotions/clueless crush/he totally “hates” you/romantic tension disguised as hatred/ego bruising?/probably second hand embarrassment/but it’s COOL ITS CUTE!! Nice little ending. I think. RAHHH.
Break Room//Tuesday, 11:47 AM
★ The coffee machine is gurgling like it’s dying. Again. “Man, think this things on its last leg…” You mumble. Flambae doesn’t look up when you speak—just keeps scrolling through his phone with that expression he always wears. The one that says I’m better than this place, better than this job, better than you.
★ “Morning,” you say, because you always do.
★ His jaw tightens. “It’s almost noon.”
★ “Fair point.” You grab a mug from the cabinet, the one with the faded SDN logo. “Coffee?”
★ “Do I look like I need your charity?”
★ You blink. Glance at the empty cup in front of him. “I mean, I was making some anyway, so—”
★ “I don’t want your fucking coffee.”
★ “Cool, cool.” You pour yourself a cup. Steam curls between you. Then—because the silence feels too sharp—you pour a second mug and slide it across the counter toward him. “Just in case you change your mind.” He stares at the mug like it personally offended him.
★ From the doorway, Sonars voice cuts in, smooth and amused. “Wow. Riveting. Is this what foreplay looks like now?”
★ You nearly choke on your coffee.
★ Flambae’s hand ignites, just a flicker of flame licking across his knuckles before he snuffs it out. “Shut the fuck up, Sonar.”
★ “Touchy.” Sonar grins, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “You know, most people just say ‘thanks.’”
★ “Most people aren’t insufferable.”
★ “And yet,” Sonar says, eyes flicking meaningfully between you and Flambae, “here we are.”
★ You’re not sure what he means by that. You sip your coffee. It tastes like burnt rubber and regret, which is to say—normal. Flambae grabs the mug you poured for him and storms out. Sonar watches him go, then looks at you. “You’re killing him, you know.”
★ “Huh?”
★ “Nothing. Forget it.” He’s laughing as he leaves. You finish your coffee alone, wondering if maybe you should’ve used the good creamer.
•••
Report Massacre//Wednesday, 12:15 PM
★ You find your incident report on your desk. Shredded.
★ Not just torn—shredded. Confetti style. Cute. Someone took time with this. Artistic, almost. Flambae’s watching from across the room, arms crossed, chin up. Waiting.
★ You blink at the paper snow. “Oh man.”
★ “Yeah. Oh man.” His voice drips satisfaction.
★ “I must’ve printed the wrong draft.” You’re already pulling up the file on your computer. “Good catch. The final version had way better formatting anyway.”
★ Silence.
★ “You—” Flambae’s walking toward you now, and there’s something dangerous in the way he moves. All leashed energy and sharp fucking edges. “You think I did you a favor?”
★ “I mean, kinda?” You hit print. “I was gonna reprint it anyway. Saved me the trouble of recycling.” His hands flex. Smoke curls from his palms—thin, gray, the color of a promise about to break.
★ “You’re fucking with me.”
★ “What? No.” You look up, genuinely concerned. “Are you okay? You seem, like, really tense lately.”
★ Flambae stares at you. Through you. Past you into some dimension where things make sense and people react like they’re supposed to. Then he turns. Walks away. A trash can bursts into flame as he passes. You grab the extinguisher before Herm gets involved. “I got it!”
★ Visi leans over to Robert, who were both passing by. “This is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
★ “He’s going to actually explode,” Robert whispers back.
★ “I know.” She snorts.
•••
Error that probably didn’t need correcting in the first place//Friday, 9:03 AM
★ Finding an error in the system logs before the morning briefing—you saw it had Flambae’s response time wrong on yesterday’s warehouse call. Made him look slower than he was. You knew for a fact it was incorrect. It’s a small thing. Probably just a typo. Not a big deal what so ever…would be pointless to even bother. A whole thing…
★ You fix it anyway. With permission (not from Flambae.) with a process, taking accountability for the error, proving the mistake, and just like that? Its correct. Good. By lunch, Flambae corners you in the hallway on the trip to the break room. It’s not a coincidence—he’s waiting there, arms crossed, expression thunderous. Stopping you in your tracks.
★ “Did you fucking edit my stats?”
★ “Uh.” You’re holding a sandwich. It feels inadequate as a shield. “Yeah? Well—within protocol of course. There was a timestamp error, so I just—”
★ “I don’t need you covering for me.”
★ “I wasn’t covering. I was correcting.” You say honestly.
★ “Same thing.” He glares.
★ “It’s really not.”
★ His jaw works. The air between you feels hot—like standing too close to a space heater, or something. Like it might explode if you say the wrong thing.
★ “Why do you even care?” he asks, and the question sounds like an accusation. You blink. “Because…. it’s my job?”
★ “That’s not—” He cuts himself off. Drags a hand over his face. “You’re actually exhausting.”
★ “Sorry?”
★ “Don’t apologize. Jesus fucking Christ.” He pushes past you, shoulder brushing yours, and you catch that smell again—smoke and something warmer, something that lingers even after he’s gone. You like it. The scent. It’s nice. You eat your sandwich standing there. It’s quiet. And you wonder if maybe you should’ve just left the error alone.
•••
Break Room (again lol)//Monday, 12:04 PM
★ You’re not there. Which is the only reason they’re talking. Flambae’s reheating last night’s Chinese food in the microwave when Mandy walks in, spots him, and grins.
★ “Oh good. You’re alone.”
★ “Don’t even.”
★ “So when are you gonna ask ‘em out?” Visi’s oice comes from nowhere just as she appears—she’s sitting in a chair at the table. The microwave beeps. Flambae doesn’t move. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
★ “Right.” Sonar leans in from the hall. “And I don’t prefer boobies over ass. Guess we’re both liars.” He enters, leans against the wall.
★ “I’m not—” Flambae attempts…
★ “Ha.” Prism walks in past Sonar, leaning against the counter where the coffee machine was. “You’re not subtle. Like, at all.”
★ “I’m going to incinerate all of you.”
★ “See?” Mandy points at him triumphantly. “Classic misdirection. He’s blushing.”
★ “I don’t fucking blush—”
★ “You do though,” Visi says, “It’s cute. In a homicidal kinda way.”
★ Flambae grabs his food from the microwave. It’s too hot. He doesn’t care. “I hate every single person in this building.”
★ “Except one,” Sonar singsongs.
★ “Especially that one.” Visi adds.
★ “Uh-huh.” Prism hums along “That’s why you fixed the coffee machine last week after he mentioned it was broken.”
★ “That wasn’t—”
★ “Or why you always try extra hard when they’re on shift and giving orders.” Mandy adds. “Never do that for Robert.”
★ “Or why—”
★ “Okay!” Flambae slams his container down. A small flame flickers to life on the counter—he puts it out with his palm. “You know what? You’re all fucking stupid, holy shit. And wrong—Jesus Christ.”
★ The room erupts in laughter. Flambae storms out, ears burning, microwave food abandoned. And of course you’re in the hallway. Of course you are. You’re juggling a tablet, two file folders, and a coffee that’s definitely not yours based on the lipstick stain on the lid.
★ “Oh hey—” You spot him, and your face does that thing. That open, genuine, stupid thing that makes his chest feel like it’s full of hornets. “There you are. I was gonna find you after—”
★ “What.” It comes out harsh. Sharper than he means.
★ You don’t even flinch. “I just wanted to say you really killed it today. That highway pileup? Your response time was insane. Probably saved like, a dozen people.”
★ The words hit him like friendly fire.
★ “And also—” You shift the folders, nearly drop one. He catches it reflexively, and your fingers brush. “—you seem stressed lately. I dunno if it’s the schedule or whatever, but… want to grab a drink after shift? There’s this new bar I’ve been passing on the way here daily, heard they got reallly good wings.”
★ His brain snuffs out.
★ “Fuck no.”
★ Your expression doesn’t change. Still open. Still stupidly kind. Damn it why were you so fucking…you? Ughhh. He hears himself before he can stop it, “Wait. Are you like…buying at least?”
★ “Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You shrug. He considers this.
★ “…I guess.” he mutters, and your smile is—he doesn’t have words for it. “Cool. I’m off at seven. I’ll text you the spot. Meet you there?”
★ “Fine. Whatever.”
★ Without thinking, you hand him the folder he caught, fingers brushing again. And then you’re walking away, heart doing little flips while whistling something off key. Flambae stands in the hallway for a full thirty seconds, (you gotta cute ass…damn.) holding a folder he doesn’t need. From the break room, muffled laughter. He’s going to burn this whole building down.
★ But first—Seven o’clock. Fuck.
👽: The wings were actually pretty good. Chad ordered the spicy ones. You act surprised when he finishes them without flinching. He calls you an idiot. You buy him another beer. By the time you leave, his shoulder keeps bumping yours on the walk back, and neither of you mention it.
how does she know who I am? and why does she give a damn about me?
nerd!gf!ellie, masc!afab!reader, kind of loser!ellie, nsfw, suggestivity, the last of us, strap (ellie!receiving), dirty talk, degradation, the pet name "puppy," ownership themes, teasing, sub!ellie, dom!reader, bottom!ellie, top!reader, whiny!ellie, pwp
nerd!ellie who flinches every time you move closer. not out of fear—no, she's been waiting for this—but because she's the most nervous she's ever been in her life. painfully, pathetically nervous.
you slide off her glasses carefully and stare into her now darkened green eyes, taking a moment to relish in how flustered she was.
"relax, you look like you're gonna have a panic attack." you teased with a laugh.
"I am relaxed," she lies, giving you a few frantic nods to try and sell it. "mhm," she murmurs to herself as she tries to keep her composure, "'m relaxed."
she's absolutely not.
your fingers drop lower and slip under her tank top. her pale skin is cold to the touch and a little wet with sweat, her abs tensing as she squirmed under your touch.
"so needy," you observed, catching the way her thighs clenched in anticipation.
"'m not." she whined. she is.
you click your tongue and pull back, pouting in faux disappointment. "aw, I guess I'm gonna have to stop then. I mean, you clearly don't need me," you said jutting out your bottom lip, moving your hands off of her body and to either side of her on the bed.
"no! god—no, just—" ellie whines, reaching up to grab your left wrist and put your hand back on her stomach herself.
"just what?"
"..."
you raise your brows, waiting.
"just stop teasing me."
"there's a good girl." you smile.
her body shivered from the cold air when you tugged her underwear and sleep pants down, the fabric bunching at her ankles.
you dipped two fingers into her still clothed cunt and then pulled them close to your eye, spreading them to examine her slick.
her breath hitched at the lewd sight, and her knees spread wider without meaning to. "so wet," you exhaled, eyes flicking back down to hers with a slight smile.
"you're being mean." she looks at you with the most desperate, wrecked expression you've ever seen.
"awww, but you like when I'm mean, ellie." you tilt your head, making her whine.
"you're taking too long she quipped back."
big mistake.
you practically tore her underwear off and pulled your pants down, wasting no time to pop the head of your strap into her.
"wai–ah! I–I'm not ready, 't's so big."
"no, since you're so impatient you clearly want all of it."
with one rough thrust, you filled ellie to the brim. she scratched at your back and let out a borderline pornographic scream as the head of your cock kissed her cervix, a bulge forming underneath the skin of her stomach.
when you ceased your actions and paused, you half expected her to sigh in relief but her response was much more amusing.
"what're you doing? move."
"fine." and so you did, making sure to be as rough as possible and ruin her inside and out as you snapped your hips to meet hers.
"h-hate you. you're so mean to me," she mewls with furrowed brows, her lips parted and slightly tilting downward into a frown.
"oh yeah? you hate me?" a particularly harsh thrust. "is that why you've been stalking all my social media posts at night? why you want me to own you?"
"you've bee—nmh! fuck—s-seeing that? oh, god–need you! 'm all yours, please," she managed to whimper out between moans, eyes rolling back as she gripped the sheets.
"awwww that's cute, you thought I wouldn't? you're so stupid baby," you groaned, pounding into her faster.
"mh–no! I'm gonna, gonna–"
cum leaked all over your strap as you both came in sync, your body collapsing onto ellie's as you finished, strap still buried in her.
"such a good puppy," you cooed at her completely blissful expression, green eyes glassy without a thought behind them.
-> warnings: fluff, use of y/n, suggestive, not proofread
-> pairing: manon x masc!reader
->a/n: okieee, first ever manon fanfic. what we thinking, what we feeling? thanks to zackie for the req, its a little short so sorry gang xx
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Being Manon’s partner was amazing. You and her, connected by the hip, no matter what. Going on dates whenever you had the chance. Sleeping over at each other’s houses, cuddling up and watching movies. It was the life.
However, her being in KATSEYE and you being an actor made a lot of it difficult. Either she was in a different country performing when you were at home, or she was while you were on press tour so it was difficult keeping the relationship active.
You were in Korea, promoting your new movie whilst Manon was in Switzerland after her tour with KATSEYE ended.
You realised that being away from her was so difficult, everytime you had to. And just the thought of being this far away from her made you feel all funny.
So everyday, you’d facetime each other whenever you both were free. Being 12am for her, you’d pick up when it was 7am for you since you had to get ready for another day of press.
But you were starting to feel really petulant about the whole situation, constantly complaining to Manon over the phone with the biggest pout on your face.
One day, all the pressure of being on press and being away from your love got to you.
Manon picked up your call to your tear-streaked, swollen face, her smile vanishing instantly as her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying, what happened?” Her voice soft and worried.
“Manon, all this is so annoying. Press is so exhausting and on top of that, I miss you so goddamn much.” You sniffle as you rub your eyes, exhaustion heavily evident once your hands move away.
“Oh baby… I’m so sorry you feel like this. You know I love you and I miss you so much as well.” Her heart aching since she can’t comfort you. Aching to hold you and never let go.
“I know, I l-love you too.”
You two spent the next few hours talking, about your day, about your feelings, about that dog you saw which chased the mailman into a bush and after a while, you let out a slight yawn. The weight of the day slowly bringing you into exhaustion.
You woke up and went on with your day, your mind absent since you dreaded all of it.
You came home, kicking off your shoes after you dropped onto the couch.
You picked up your phone and sent Manon a message: “I’ve finished for the day, babe!”
You didn’t get an instant reply back.
Unusual.
However, you decided to wait it out. Maybe she was busy.
Yeah.
She has a life.
A couple minutes later, you hear a knock on the door.
Groaning, you get up from the soft comfort of your couch, flinging your blanket off your body.
You open the door and instantly your exhaustion fades, replaced by confusion, then shock and lastly a massive grin.
“MANON!! WHAT THE—“ you shout, throwing yourself onto her and pushing her back a few steps.
She chuckles, holding you with equal force as she gently walks forward with you still in her arms until you guys are in the hotel room.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” You mutter against her lips, pecking her repeatedly.
“I just wanted to surprise you Y/n.”
“Well, I’m surprised, all right.” You chuckle as you push her onto the couch, crawling on top of her.
“Wow, is this my reward for showing up at your doorstep?” She grins.
“Damn right, it is.“
“Goddam—“ You capture her lips in a searing kiss, her words muffled against your lips as your tongue brushes against her bottom lip.
This is what you’ve been dreaming for. For about weeks.
She’s here, with you.
And suddenly, you’re not feeling lovesick anymore.
(lowk sub!alysa liu x tattoo artist!masc!reader oneshot)
ask: alysa x masc tattoo artist???👀👀 possible smut???👀
author's note: hiiii! so i don't normally write masc reader but for this i decided to go out of my comfort zone just because of how much i liked the request. anon you are so creative thank you!!!! i made this way longer than necessary but i hope you like! reqs are open!
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Milan, Italy
The door to your shop rings open as someone steps through. You just finished up with a walk-in appointment, cleaning up the chair and supplies, and you glance at the clock on the wall, 5:02 PM. Who the fuck wants a tattoo right now?
Normally, you're able to see the customer when they walk in, but with the mix of supplies stacking up and the obvious height of the client, you can't see them.
"Hey, we're actually closing in a coupl-"
Coming around the corner is possibly the hottest girl you've seen. She's short, yes, but god does she make up for this in other ways. Her hair is striped and long, with bangs covering her forehead and possibly the baggiest outfit you've ever seen. But this is your style, like this is your type, so immediately you're attracted. Her tank top hugs her in absolutely all the right places, but her baggy sweatpants and zip-up hoodie cover everything you wish you could see.
She looks apologetic, almost as if she scrambles to leave. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize," But you're standing up, gently putting a hand to her shoulder before she can get out the door.
"What were you looking for?" Your voice comes out much softer than you intended it to, but honestly, you can't help it. Up close, the girl is short. Like insanely short, you're practically towering over her as she grips her bag, looking up at you with a slight blush on her face.
"I wanted a back tattoo, but I had no idea you were closing soon. I'll just come back tomorrow if that's-" First of all, this just absolutely adds to the idea of her being hot.
Interrupting, you lead her to the back of the shop. "Now's fine actually, my sister just cancelled our dinner reservations,"
"I really don't want to bother you or anything," She says, looking around at the different designs you have displayed on the walls.
Waving her off, you take a seat at your desk chair where you normally draw out your designs. "You're totally fine,"
You motion to the bed/chair across from you, and she sits, her legs practically dangling off the edge.
Pulling up a blank page, you look at her. "So, what did you want in the tattoo?"
She thinks for a minute, concentrating. "Definitely symmetrical, but other than that, you can have creative choice on it."
Nodding, you take in her vibes, her outfit, her hair, and get to work. Within a couple of minutes, you have a design drawn up. Turning your iPad around, her face lights up as she sees it.
Laughing, she nods her head, looking between you and the drawing. "Yesyesyes!"
Actually, tattooing the design proves to be more painful for you than it is for her. Just the act of having to pull her pants down slightly has you wetting your boxers, your face heating up as she lies down face-first, adjusting so you have ample room.
This is (un)fortunately (you honestly can't decide if you hate it or not) the position you have to tattoo her in for the duration of the session. Honestly, it goes by pretty quickly considering the size and placement of her tattoo, but you do your best to drag it out. Your left hand rests on the bench, while your drawing hand rests on the swell of her ass and lower back.
Before you know it, the session is done, and she's pulling herself off the chair and walking, uncomfortably, over to the mirror to check it out. "I love it," She compliments, smiling as she turns around, lifting her shirt to see the new ink.
It's definitely a good thing she likes it, considering it would be a huge pain in the ass to get it removed. Chuckling, you just watch as she admires it, cleaning off your supplies. "Good,"
"Do you think this would be okay if I play sports?" She asks, turning towards you.
"Should be as long as you're careful not to hit your back too much," You nod, replying. "What sport d'you play?"
At this question, her face goes red, and she turns back around. "Figure skating," She says quietly, as if she doesn't want you to hear. Weird. But you just brush it off, leading her to the front counter to deal with prices.
"Tell you what," Leaning against the counter across from her, you look down at the price on your computer. "I'll give you a little discount because you were so brave today."
And just like before, she becomes flustered, her face heating up with a deep shade of red as she just nods, accepting your negotiation. Once she pays, you slide over a business card, highlighting your personal phone number at the bottom. "If anything happens to it during your sport, shoot me a message." You instruct.
And with that, she's gone, and you think you'll never see her again... oh, but you're wrong. So very wrong.
Closing the shop for the night, you head home. Most days, you just opt to walk home, considering it's a couple of blocks away. It's nice to have quiet from the inevitable chaos you'll arive to at home. You took your 17-year-old sister in a couple of years ago, saving her from years of neglect from your parents, a choice you should have made a while ago, but it doesn't do any good wasting time on regrets.
"Cara!" You call, stomping your shoes off in your small foyer before closing the door behind you.
You hear the sound of her running before you even see her. "Oh my god, did you see the skating performance today?!" Her eyes are wide with excitement, clearly enthused. She's been obsessed with all things winter sports this year, especially because of the Olympics taking place here. Just about every day, you'd come home to immediate updates on who won what in the games that day. Today, it's apparently skating. Funny, your client earlier skat-
"Yes! The USA won gold with Alysa Liu!" Alysa who? You know well enough to put your blinders on, zoning out your little sister as she rambles. It's not like you hate her, you've just heard this a million times every single day, and it's-
"She's so freaking awesome, I wish-"
Chuckling, you walk by her, ruffling her blonde hair as you head to the kitchen. "Okay, Care Bear, I gotta make us dinner now."
She just follows me into the kitchen, ignoring my resistance, this time, waving a phone in my face.
"She's so cool, watch." Deciding to pick and choose my battles, you turn, getting ready to watch the video that I hope will get her out of your face. But stopped, freezing when you see who's on her screen. The girl who came in earlier that evening. Alysa Liu.
Grabbing the phone from your sister's hand, you hold it closer to your face, resisting the struggle for it back from your sister. It's actually her.
You hand your sister's phone back, rushing over to the TV and turning it on, tuning in just in time for a replay of Alysa's performance. It's the same fucking girl.
But she's so different on the ice, so confident, so different than how she acted with you. With you, she was almost flustered, quiet in a sort of way, nervous maybe? Could it have been because of you? No, definitely not... right?
Giving the most likely bombarded with fans skater a break, you decide to just ignore it. And you do. You forget about it for a couple of days. Until she calls you.
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You don't recognize the caller ID, but you pick your phone up when you receive a call one night- pretty late if you're being honest.
"Hello?"
You hear a giggle on the other end, and then her voice, it's definitely hers.
"Hi, sorry for calling so late, but this is the woman you tattooed a couple of nights ago,"
You nod, trying to remain calm as your face heats up and your heart begins to beat faster. "No, I recognize the voice."
"Okay, so this might be kind of weird, but I thought you were hot, and I've just been super stressed lately, and you were super nice, and look gay, and I just- ugh. Do you wanna come over right now?"
She rambles for what seems like forever, but you definitely didn't expect any of that to come out of her mouth.
Does she mean this in a way that you think she means it?
A grin slowly appears on your face, and you answer before you can even think it over. "Yeah, my sister's actually gone tonight, so my place is quiet."
It sounds like she exhales a sigh of relief, and I can hear the smile through her voice as she speaks. "I would like that better."
"I'll text you the address. Come over when you want."
As soon as the phone hangs up, you scramble to clean your apartment.
The doorbell rings throughout your small space, signaling the skater's arrival. Smoothening out your shirt, you compose yourself before making your way to the door, hesitating before twisting the knob. You don't know why the fuck you're nervous, she practically asked to fuck, so it's not like she sees anything bad in you.
But, immediately, as soon as you see her, all those nerves go away, and they're replaced with pure need. She's in another variation of the tank top she was wearing when she got tattooed, along with some sweatpants and a gigantic sweatshirt. Fuck, she's hot though.
You two are awkward at first, avoiding eye contact on her end, and you nervously offer her water. It's definitely not a way you would act at a normal planned hookup. But she's different in a way that you can't quite place.
"So you think I'm hot?" You smirk, leaning on the counter as she sits, drinking the water you offered her.
She almost spits out the sip she took, coughing as her face turns red. 'I mean- yeah,"
"Yeah?" Raising an eyebrow, you look at her accusingly. "So are we gonna do anything about that tonight?"
Now it's her turn for her eyes to turn dark as she recovers from the coughing fit. She nods, nervously as she looks up at you through thick eyelashes. "That's why I'm here," She says softly.
"And are you good with your face in my pillows?" Her cheeks turn bright red almost immeditely before she's nodding furiously.
"Good,"
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Fuck, this girl was not lying about being ready. Her stamina has been like a fucking beast, most likely thanks to being an Olympian. You're in your third round now, and you've counted about 3 orgasms from her, 2 from you, just getting off at the sight.
Currently, she's riding your strap, her hands on your chest as you thrust upwards, meeting her hips. Her perfect tits bounce in your face, every once in a while you grab one, sucking it into your mouth.
But you want to switch it up. By now, you've sort of picked up on her cumming pattern, almost, being able to predict when she's close. And she's close now. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, with a slight sheen coating her forehead. Quickly, you flip your positions, her face now in your pillows (exactly as you promised) and you now on top, careful to keep the dildo buried deep inside of her.
You have a clear view of the back tattoo you gave her only days ago, and damn, you did a good job. It looks fucking phenomenal as you slam into her sopping pussy, the sound absolutely vile and filling the room.
Her back arches deep as you bottom out inside her, her soft breaths and moans fill the room louder as she gets closer until she's practically screaming, her ass in the air as she cums all over the dildo.
Summary: You cut your hair, Megan doesn't know how to handle it, maybe it will lead to something you both want.
Warnings: literally nothing, this is just fluff, everyone is awkward
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: My first stand-alone KATSEYE fic! I hope you guys like it!! Thank you to @/manelas-boy for making sure this made sense, cause my sick brain could not tell
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You had always disliked having longer hair. Maybe it was the thorough effort that had to be put into taking care of it, or just the way it felt on the back of your neck. No matter what the cause, you just knew you hated it.
Unfortunately, with KATSEYE forming and the intense rigidity of being in a global girl group, you had never had the opportunity to cut it. Recently though, your manager had notified you that the company was willing to relax their standards and allow a higher degree of self-expression in the group's outfits and hair styles.
That was how you found yourself at the hair salon, hesitating outside the door as your nerves started to get the better of you. You hadn’t told anyone about your plans except for Missy, who had given you the green light to chop. After a few more seconds of hesitation, you shake yourself out of it and make your way inside.
A nice young woman greets you, introducing herself as Samira and telling you that she will be the person cutting your hair today. She brings you over to the hair-washing station, washing and shampooing your hair before bringing you back and getting you situated in the salon chair. As she cuts, some of your fears start to seep into your thoughts.
What if it looks ugly? What if I hate it? …What will Megan think about it?
That last thought makes you blink, forcing that idea away. Your raging crush on your best friend and groupmate had started in your trainee days, and had only gotten worse since KATSEYE had debuted. The pink-haired girl was the subject of many of your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but hope that maybe her seeing you embrace your most personal self-expression would cause a… realization of sorts for her.
You are pulled from your own head by Samira wrapping up, turning you towards the mirror to show you the finished product. She grins as she hands you a mirror to see the back. “So… what do you think?”
You let yourself take it in for a second, letting the shock wash over you as you see your hair as you’ve always imagined but never been able to actually execute until now.
You meet the woman’s eyes and grin. “It’s perfect.”
The hairdresser smiles back at you before giving you some styling tips and advice for taking care of your new hair. You gratefully pay her and leave the salon, feeling more comfortable and confident in your own skin than you have in what feels like forever.
—
Megan leaned in towards her phone, squinting at the rapidly passing comments from fans, her screen showing her current livestream. Every once in a while she would catch one and answer it, usually leading to some kind of tangent or another.
User36: i love you megan!!!!!
User59: give us a spoiler for the album 🙏
User26: what are the rest of the kats doing?
User87: where’s y/n???
“Y/n?” Megan replies, thinking for a moment before realizing you hadn’t told her where you were going for the afternoon. “I’m…not actually sure where they are. Out somewhere, I think. Lara’s out too. I have the whole house to myself right now.”
Suddenly, she hears the front door to the shared apartment unlock and then close behind you. She glances over at her closed bedroom door, a soft smile taking over her face. “Speak of the devil. They just got home.”
Her smile only grows as she hears you shuffle around, settling in after being out all afternoon. Because of her distraction, she misses the comments zooming by at an even faster pace than before.
User99: Y/N!!!!!
User67: she can recognize them by the way they close the door? Literally soulmates.
User54: the way her face lit up, ooo that girl is in loveee
Your footsteps only get closer as you make your way towards the pink-haired girl’s room. You knock on the door, nervously wringing your hands together as you prepare for her reaction to your new look.
You hear Megan eagerly jump up off of the floor. She throws the door open, already starting to greet you. “Y/n! You’re home-” She abruptly cuts herself off as she finally sees you for the first time that day. The grin on her face morphs into a look of shock and something else that you can’t fully describe.
You awkwardly rub the back of your head, running your fingers through the freshly cut hair. You give the shorter girl a soft smile, inquiring, “What do you think, Mei?”
Megan just blinks, still staring at you. Finally, she manages to shake herself out of her stupor. “You look… wow.” She tries again, “You look like… woah.” She shakes her head, trying to get the words straight. Taking a deep breath, she tries one more time. “You look incredible. Like, really really good. It suits you really well. You look hot.”
Her face turns bright red at that last sentence, as does yours. Suddenly, she turns on her heel and rushes back into her room. You are left standing awkwardly in the doorframe as you watch her snatch up her phone. The hurt that had begun to creep in was dispelled by Megan stumbling over her words to end the live you hadn’t realized she was on. “Gotta go guys, stay safe out there!”
User98: theres no way
User54: megan u cant leave because of gay panic we wanna see too
User22: megannnn let us seeee
She hits the ‘end live’ button before taking a deep breath and turning back towards you. “So, when I said ‘hot’, what I meant was-” She sheepishly starts, but you cut her off, waving a dismissive hand as you try to ignore the disappointment filling you up at the fact that of course Megan didn’t mean anything deeper by it, of course she doesn’t like you like that.
“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. No need to make it weird or awkward or anything.” You reply, thinking that you’ve masked the hurt you’re feeling well enough. You begin to turn away, about to start heading to your room to hide from your best friend who may have just broken your heart.
Suddenly, you feel her smaller hand wrap around your wrist and yank you back. You have to look down, as she pulls you back much closer to her than you were before. She takes a deep breath before looking up into your eyes. “What if I did mean something by it?”
Your eyes widen. “What?”
Megan finally seems to realize just how close you are to her, a deep blush taking over her face. She doesn’t make any move to step back, though. “What if I did mean something by it?” She repeats.
“Did you?” You shakily ask.
Megan takes a step even closer, a sense of hesitant confidence taking over as she gives you a questioning look, slowly wrapping her arms around your neck, and finally settling them on your shoulders as you nervously nod your approval.
You are now so close that you can feel her breath on your lips. She runs her nails through the newly cut hair at the nape of your neck, causing a shiver to run through your body. “You really do look hot,” she murmurs, your noses lightly brushing against each other.
“Yeah?” You whisper back, your nerves lighting on fire with every soft scratch she lays on your head.
“Yeah,” she nods lightly, before finally closing the gap between you.
You easily melt into the kiss, letting out a light groan as Megan’s nails bury themselves further into your hair, your own hands finding space on her waist. Her lips are soft as they move against yours, and you notice that they taste like vanilla and cherries.
Cherries… that's a funny coincidence.
You lose track of time, not knowing if you stood there kissing your best friend for 30 seconds or 30 minutes. Finally, though, the two of you slow down and break apart. You keep your foreheads pressed together, just breathing together until your breath evens out.
“That was… unexpected,” you exhale.
Megan finally pulls back, but not too far, looking up at you with her big brown eyes filled with hope. “But not unwanted, right?”
Instead of answering with words, you just lean back in and press a smaller, much more gentle kiss to her lips. She smiles up at you, before grabbing your hand and pulling you further into her room and pushing you down onto her bed.
She easily follows, situating herself and manipulating your body so that you end up with your arms wrapped around her. She grins up at you, before teasingly asking, “So. How long have you liked me for?”
—
The two of you talked for hours, wrapped up in each other’s arms. You discovered that Megan had liked you since KATSEYE’s trainee days too, but had always been too scared to say anything. You discussed anything and everything, sharing slow kisses as you talked about everything you were always too scared to say to the pink-haired girl.
You were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t hear Lara finally returning from her day out, and making her way towards Megan’s room. Right as she enters the doorway, Megan leans up to press another kiss to your lips. A loud squeal makes the two of you jump apart, looking up to see an excited Lara Raj staring back at you.
“Oh my god, finally!” She grins at you guys for a second before turning on her heel and running off, exclaiming, “I’ve got to tell the others. They’re gonna freak!”
You and Megan slowly turn to look at each other, before bursting into laughter. You pull her closer in your arms, still shaking with laughter as you start to calm down.
After a moment, Megan looks up at you with a soft look in her eye. “Hey,” she gently calls for your attention. You make a questioning noise, shifting so you can see her face better. She sighs, smiling up at you. “Thank fuck you cut your hair. The short-circuit it caused led to me actually being able to confess.”
You snicker lightly, responding, “You confessed because I was too attractive.” Megan slaps your shoulder, causing you to laugh even more. Finally, you settle down. “I’m glad you told me.” And then even softer, you add, “You make me happier than you know.”
Megan’s eyes soften. “You make me so happy.”
You pull her closer to you, both of your eyes starting to drift close as the excitement of the day starts to hit you. As you drift off to sleep, the last thought that flits through your mind is, thank god for my haircut.
synopsis: you joined billie for her big meeting this quarter, met with good donuts and bad jokes. afterwards the two of you rush home to sort out some pent up frustration.
today was billie’s big team meeting for the quarter, but billie had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
“can you hurry upppp???!!!!”
she groaned, huffing dramatically as you tied your shoelaces heading out the door.
“just one second, my love, and we will be on our way.”
she rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently. mind you, y’all were going to be 30 minutes early if you left within the next 5 minutes.
you got done and stood up to open the door for her, which usually grants you a ‘thank you, baby’ but this time all you got was a huff.
you walked behind her out to your car and again, opened her door for her, and yet again, no thank you. you wondered what was up with her today. you walked around to the drivers side and jumped in, setting up the gps to the office her team was set to meet at.
“what’s gotten into you, pretty lady?”
she looked up at you over her phone and just shrugged.
“nothing, i’m fine.”
you let out a half laugh along with a shrug and just kept driving, if this is nothing then you wondered what something was. as you kept driving she started to warm up to you, in a different way than you had expected.
she was placing teasing kisses to your shoulder, running her hands up and down the arm you had resting on her thigh, and telling you how much she missed you.
“the rest of the day is just you and me, cool?”
you nodded, man this girl could give you whiplash with the way her mood could change in an instant.
the rest of the drive is mellow, billie’s hand is playing with the hair on the back of your head while the other hand is scrolling through tiktok as you hum along to the faint music coming through your radio.
you pull into the building’s parking lot, back in and start to get out when billie grabs your sleeve, yanking you back down into your seat.
she kisses you, letting your lips meld together into a warm bliss for a moment and then she pulls away with a smirk.
“now come on, you know i don’t want to be late.”
you just let out a chuckle and step out of the car once more. this time she lets you and the two of you walk hand in hand towards the building.
you walk in and head towards the elevator, she remains engaged in whatever video she was watching on her phone as you press the up arrow by the steel door. you look around absentmindedly as the doors open, the two of you passing the threshold into the confined space as you find the button for your designated floor.
the doors draw closed and billie’s lips are suddenly on yours. her lips are rough and passionate with greed, her hands are roaming through your hair as yours find home on her waist, partly to keep her from climbing you like a tree. she bites your lip and moans into your mouth as your grip on her hips get firmer. your hands are about to snake up her shirt when you hear the last sound you were hoping for.
‘ding!’
billie pulls away from you as the doors open, she walks out a bit ahead of you towards the room, dragging you by your hand. once you reach the door, she turns around and smiles at you.
“what’s your deal?”
she teases, fake worry washes over her face as you shake your head. she reaches her hands up to fix the hair she wrecked. once it’s back to her liking she brings her lips to your ear.
“i thought you knew how to handle my attitude, guess you lost your touch.”
your mouth falls open in sync with the door, and of course, billie marches in like nothing happened.
you find your seats at the large table filled with billie’s team and management, prepping yourself for the mind numbing conversations you were about to be ringside seats for.
later, her agent walks in the door, 5 minutes late, with billie’s favorite gluten-free donuts. billie beams with excitement.
“there’s my favorite pop star! look who got your favorite, who's your daddy?”
you ears instantly grow hot, your chest tightens and your ears start to ring. what the fuck was his deal?
“yeah, yeah, whateverrr”
she laughs it off as she takes a big bite, looking over at you much more amused than you could even think about being right now.
you lock eyes with her after she finishes, you’ve got a very ‘there’s no way he just said that’ look on your face, which is met with a cocked eyebrow and a ‘what are you gonna do about it?’ face, because of course she would make that face.
the meeting goes on for another hour, the fire never leaving your chest and your hand only finding its way farther up billie’s thigh throughout. billie wraps the meeting very quickly and doesn’t bother making small talk with the team like she usually does afterwards. instead you both beeline to your car, tearing out of the parking lot as if you were being chased.
the drive home is a blur of billie’s sass and your frustration, stolen kisses and teasing touches. you finally make it home and leap out of the car, you go around to her side and open it, as she’s stepping out your hands find the backs of her thighs and now you’ve got her in your arms with her ankles crossed behind your back.
you stumble up to the house, your arm swinging around looking for the doorhandle because you can’t bear to pull away from her right now. you make your way inside and slam the door behind you, never stopping. you make your way directly to the bedroom and put her down on the bed.
both of your chests are heaving, lips swollen and hair wild. her eyes are low, looking up at you with lust as she bites down on her lower lip.
you come back down to earth and sling your shirt over your head.
“you better be naked when i come back.”
you bark at her as you head towards the closet, you can hear her giggles despite the distance. you step into the closet and look for your favorite box, housing all your special items. you pull your clothes off as fast as you can and tighten the cords down on your strap, you picked out the biggest dildo you had, you wanted her to be sore tomorrow. you hurriedly grabbed some small rope and a few other gadgets and made your way out of the small space.
you’re met with the sight of her arched against the bed, her hand snaked between her thighs as she rubs her clit in tight circles, her face deep in the mattress to keep quiet.
you don’t even bother to respond, you grab her wrists and tie them together behind her back as she whines in protest.
“whyyyy??!! it felt so good!!”
you just smile as she looks over her shoulder at you, pouting. you poke your lip out, mocking her, as you grab a fistful of her hair and pull so her back falls into an even deeper arch. you line the tip of the strap up with her entrance, careful not to give her what she wants just yet.
“now beg.”
she whined and squirmed, trying to push herself backwards so she could get what she wanted. you just laughed, it was cute watching her struggle after talking so much game earlier.
“please, baby! just fuck me already, please!”
she whined in frustration, you pushed the tip a touch further inside.
“was that so hard, pretty girl?”
you didn’t give her time to respond as you slid your length fully inside of her. she moaned at the stretch and dropped her head down. her hands in tight fists behind her back. you leaned down and peppered light kisses against her shoulder as you began to rock in and out slowly.
“what happened, bils? you were so cocky earlier, isn’t this what you wanted?”
your pace built up slowly, your questions fell on deaf ears as her mind was fully consumed with the sensation between her legs.
you began to find a quick rhythm, thrusting into her as she made beautiful sounds, your head began to cloud with the pleasure.
“fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
your mouth fell open as you gripped her hips, she turned over her shoulder to watch your expression.
“don’t you love filling me up, sweet girl?”
you grew dizzy, she had you wrapped around her finger, and you loved it. your rhythm began to grow sporadic, your thrusts fell uneven as you fucked into her.
“come on baby, i know you can fuck me better than that.”
you whined as you continued to pound into billie, your head was spinning with desperation to please her.
“such a needy slut for me, aren’t you?”
she was still looking back at you over her shoulder, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth with her eyes low. her back was in that deep arch that made you groan.
“don’t stop love, i want you deep inside of me.”
you pulled back against her hips and thrust yours up harder, you needed her to cum, it’s all you could think about. her face fell back into the mattress as she met your thrusts, both of you moaning out in pleasure.
you placed your palm in middle of her back and thrust into her deeper than ever, her lewd noises hardly muffled by the comforter. your other hand snaked down between her thighs as you circled her clit. her legs began to shake and she began to squirm.
“fuck yes! i’m gonna cum- oh my god i’m cumming!”
your movements never faltered, you wanted her release more than anything in the world at this moment, you slowed as she stilled, never stopping.
“you want more!?”
she looked back as she questioned you breathlessly, you nodded with your lip tucked between your teeth, in fact you needed more.
your hands gripped her hips tight as you pulled her back against the strap, her moans were loud and vulgar.
“you thought that was funny earlier?”
she looked back at you confused.
“what are you - fuck! talking about?”
you only pounded into her deeper.
“he’s your daddy? are you sure about that?”
she was now meeting your thrusts, whimpering with pleasure, still not answering you though.
“tell me, who's your daddy?”
she picked her head up, her face was flooded with submission. her eyes were rolling back with each thrust. you had her right in the palm of your hand. she opened her eyes and met your gaze.
“you are, daddy.”
her head fell back down as you sped up, fucking into her fervently, desperate to pull another orgasm out of her. her sound grew wild and unfiltered, as she could only focus on how well you fit inside of her.
“be a good slut and cum again for me, i know you can.”
as soon as the words left your lips she unraveled, shaking and quivering against the mattress as her second orgasm crashed over her. she huffed and stilled as she came back down to earth. you were absolutely sure she would be sore tomorrow.
hope y’all liked this, hopefully my new people are down for the freak shit because i will always let me freak flag fly high 🧟♀️🧟♀️
His tongue ran over masc!reader's nipple, begore he sucked the bud into his mouth, his hips just slowly grinding into reader, as the morning sun reflects off the snow and through the window. The light reflected off reader's skin in such a perfect way that had Nikolai enthralled.
"So handsome," Nikolai mumbled as he released the bud from his mouth. Planting soft kisses up reader's sternum and neck, stopping at their jaw. "So perfect. мое солнце."
Seeing the sleepy smile on their face at the praise, the kisses. It was rare to get soft moments like this with Nikolai, and reader was soaking it in. Usually the Russia was everywhere else, running on missions and errands, but a blizzard had come through grounding all flights. And once the air was clear, reader knew Nikolai would return to the field, but for now soaking in the love and affection was all reader needed.
Summary: the party before Max always had a tomboy, but she was more masculine than she seemed than just a tomboy. But when Mike and Jane are having an argument, only one can solve this. Y/n. People would even say she’s the man of the relationship.
Info: reader has short hair that makes her look like a boy. Like medium length ofc. This takes place in modern day of s4. Jane/El is in Hawkins.
Genre: short story//fluff
WC: 387
Y/N L/N, girlfriend of Mike Wheeler and Jane “El” Hopper.
She’s a very handsome girl for her age, with short hair and boyish clothing.
People would just assume she’s a guy, but she isn’t.
She’s just a masculine girl, a tomboy people can say also.
And here she is wearing a dorky shirt of her favorite show, baggy jeans, and some fuzzy socks to handle it off.
She’s home, it’s a weekend while she just relaxes and watches TV. Eating her favorite cereal, ignoring everything.
Sweetness and peace.
That was before her two partners busted into her living room as if they lived here.
“Please, El, you’ve gotta come to the campaign that Dustin and I are hosting!” He exclaimed towards the brown haired girl who sat down harshly on y/n's left side.
“Mike, I have a project to do for history. I can’t just skip out on something half my grade.” Jane said in a calm voice, despite raising a bit. Mike is now seated at the right of Y/n, talking with his hands.
Cue the two to just argue as the boyish girl kept eating her cereal. But seeing as she couldn’t hear her amazing TV sound. She slams her bowl of cereal down, not enough for her stuff to spill, but enough to make a loud sound which shuts up the two teenagers beside her.
“Be quiet.” Her voice is low and profound. And quiet they became. Sickening how Jane and Mike loved how dominant her voice is.
“Jane.” Y/n turned to look at the girl whose eyes seemed to be mesmerized. “I’ll do your project since I can make stuff quickly.” El nods, smiling as she feels the relief on her shoulders.
“Mike.” Mike nods, listening to his girlfriend well. “Stop talking with your hands, you almost smack me in my face but also you should’ve known she couldn’t come to the campaign. But now she can. Be glad I’m doing her project.” Despite the scolding, Mike smiles.
“Thanks Y/N.” Jane and Mike said. It seemed everything was back to normal, that was before Mike and El felt sleepy after 20 minutes.
Y/n sighed, Mike and Jane curled up on each side of her. Now she can’t eat her cereal, but that doesn’t matter. She supposed.
