My Brain Is Like

my brain is like

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The Neo-Dream startup company is the perfect place to begin your career. Though choosing which position to apply for is daunting, the payoff will make it worth your while. So, Y/n, which career path is the one for you? 

a/n: I can't wait to post these when they're done. I have been thinking about this for so long & I'm stoked to share them

Pairing: CEO Mark Lee x F Reader

Release Date: Coming soon

Being Mark’s secretary means a lot more than the occasional coffee run or late-night filing party. It means having to awkwardly remind him to sign his divorce papers when his soon-to-be ex-wife calls four times a day. Can’t forget getting him dinner and running through the itinerary for the next day. Or sometimes it means having to swallow your pride and be his date to the company gala at the end of the month. Either way, he always has a job for you. 

Pairing: COO Huang Renjun x F Reader

Release Date: Coming Soon

When Renjun hired you, it was under the guise that you would be responsible for setting up everything for the company’s Charity Gala at the end of the month. If you did well and the production went smoothly, maybe he would see about making you permanent. In those exact words. With the fate of your career hanging in the balance, one wrong move could end this opportunity forever. Who knew that the difference between ivory or alabaster cardstock for invitations could ruin something so sweet. Luckily, despite Renjun’s hardened exterior, he wants to see you succeed. Even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself yet. 

Pairing: CMO Lee Jeno x F Reader

Release Date: Coming Soon

When the opportunity to shadow Jeno for a week arose, you jumped on it. With a passion for marketing and authenticity, you were ready to prove yourself worthy of a position in the marketing department. What you didn’t anticipate however, was the unenthusiastic Marketing officer. Jeno, having just moved away from his family to help start up this business with his friends, was struggling to cope. Hopefully having a ray of sunshine, such as yourself, will be able to pull the genius marketer out of his slump. Starting with a day out of the office to clear your heads and brainstorm new ideas! 

Pairing: CTO Lee Haechan x F Reader

Release Date: Coming Soon

Working in IT might not have been the first choice, but damn you were good at it. So good in fact, that Haechan personally assigned you to assist in building the new website with him. Working in such close proximity to one of the most intelligent people you’ve met has you questioning how the rumors of him being a notorious flirt could be true. That is until one very late-night shift on the final night before the website was set to launch. Spending so much alone time with the CTO couldn’t be that bad... could it? 

Pairing: CFO Na Jaemin x F Reader

Release Date: Coming Soon

Jaemin knew the second you walked into his office to interview for a sales role that he needed to hire you. Incredibly well spoken and driven, you reminded him a lot of himself in some ways. Except he didn’t want you for a sales position. Oh no. He wanted you as his personal assistant. Promptly after meeting with you, he let go of his current assistant to hire you for it instead. If Jaemin is going to be stuck at his desk for ten hours a day, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t have a pretty thing to stare at just outside his door. Maybe you’ll be able to tame the infamous office playboy. 

Pairing: President Zhong Chenle x F Reader

Release Date: Coming Soon

Every good business needs a memorable face, and behind that is the brains of the operation. In this case, the brain is you. The CEO, Mark, made it perfectly clear upon hiring you that you are not to be seen or heard. Your job is to be Chenle’s speech writer and run the social media accounts for him. In an effort to make Chenle seem more fun and relatable, the marketing team suggests doing livestreams and YouTube videos. With Chenle’s image hanging in the balance, you find yourself having to step in more than the CEO was comfortable with. But with how well the public responds to the easy banter the two of you produce, how could anyone stay mad? 

Pairing: Executive Assistant Park Jisung x F Reader

Release Date: Read it here

Everyone has to start somewhere. Even if that ‘somewhere’ is an assistant to the assistant. To be fair, Jisung is a wildly busy Executive assistant, who is currently responsible for far more than he should be. A massive weight lifted off his shoulders after he hired you for the role and discovered you were fully capable of understanding how a fax machine worked. Apparently, the last one wasn’t too bright. When Jisung wasn’t running around the office like a mad man, the two of you kept a comfortable silence in the cozy shared office. Perhaps if you’d bother to listen to the office drama, you’d hear about how many people talked of the ‘affair’ you and Jisung were rumored to be having. It might’ve saved the two of you the awkward HR meeting... 

FAIRYTALE HELL ASTEROID. | LEE DONGHYUCK.

genre | fluff, angst, romance, slow burn au, collage au, strangers to friends to lovers au, implied rich kid au, implied opposite attraction 

synopsis | having accepted your professor’s request to group with donghyuck for the final project, your unfiltered demeanor appeared to have piqued his interest. and through his impenetrable persistence, donghyuck slowly came to realize his liking for you was no longer just a personal challenge. 

word count | 40.7k+

warning | mention of parental negligence, mention of domestic abuse + a brief scene of domestic abuse, mention of alcohol + alcohol addiction, argument between friends​

note | if you have seen this story up on another blog before, no you haven’t (/ω＼) anyway, see you 50 years later for part two!

parts | one, two, two-five, three

There was something weird about seeing your professor in real life after spending so long looking at her through your laptop screen. You knew they were the same person and, technically speaking, even with the alteration of room lighting and camera angles, her features should not change too much. But you still thought the resemblance to be uncanny when you first walked into the classroom of this (almost) strictly online class. 

Your mind didn’t dwell too much on the matter. For sure, it was all you could debate about in your head during the start of the class when she was still giving time for the classroom to be filled: how come she looks exactly the same on screen? Her hair is braided the same way as her last lecture video, how weird. 

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→ jjk men as house husbands!

(a/n): because my brain has been rotting ever since i started watching the way of the house husband. 1k requesters i will get to u soon i am so sorry. if u see a haikyuu version of this mind ur business.

ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, toji fushiguro

GOJO SATORU — gojo knows how to boil ramen noodles and that’s about it. in terms of cleaning, he has attempted to clean your bathtub, but didn’t know exactly how, which led to him passing out after mixing a bunch of random chemicals together. while gojo’s journey to being a house husband starts off rough, he has a lot of time on his hands to learn how to do everything. he also has youtube on his side and he uses it frequently (it’s his savior). one thing that he’s surprisingly really good at is taking care of pets and kids. if you two have a dog or cat, it’s well trained, and if you have babies, he’ll be entertained all day just admiring his child and playing with them. though, his methods do look extremely chaotic to an outsider and even to you at times. he also does yoga with the neighborhood housewives.

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THIS WAS SO GOOD AND WORTH THE WAIT!!! Cant wait to see if there’s any future parts (also it was a great birthday present :0 )

The Crow's Flame

Nishinoya Yuu is good at gaming and streaming—and you come to find out he's good at a lot of other things too.

pairing: gamer!Nishinoya Yuu x f!reader, 3.7K, NSFW PWP (18+, MDNI)

warnings: the banner is better than the fic

actual warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, facial, unprotected sex, fast-paced banging cause noya's a lil freak, you're probably awful friends for doing this lmao

notes: written for my 250 Followers' Event based on this request by @chims-kookies:

Could you maybe do a nishinoya x reader where they’re twitch streamers, and have playful banter online. Maybe they meet irl and do smth,,,also sfw and nsfw?? If that’s possible.

I'm so so so sorry that this is so late and probably not what you wanted ;;; I went the NSFW route and now my brain is going a mile a minute with possible sequel chapters so hopefully this an okay start!

also happy birthday to me, thank you nishinoya yuu

thanks to: @anime-nymph and @vivianvampyric for betaing this for me, I always love and appreciate my wives, muah muah <3 and thank you to @vanille--kiss for giving my man noya a shirt hehe

When your friend had invited you to play the new popular MMORPG, The Crow’s Flame, you’d never imagined yourself getting so sucked in. You weren’t exactly an online gamer, preferring to run through games on your own before moving to the next (though your wallet screamed at you to stop buying new games already!) But The Crow’s Flame was actually a lot of fun, and while your friend quit nearly as soon as she began, you kept going, spending almost all of your weekends online with your character ChocoTart.

It was there that you met RollingThunda after he helped you take down a monster in the fields. If it weren’t for him, you would have definitely died and lost all the loot from your latest mission. A thank you message had turned into a dungeon together. That dungeon turned into another, then another, until you found yourself invited to the Karasuno guild as an honorary member even though you had no idea what Karasuno even was.

It turns out, Karasuno was the name of the members’ old high school, and you quickly got to know other members of the clan: SunSpot, DinosOrBust, and YamsAndStam. Sometimes, the famous streamer Kodzuken even joined in on your raids, saving your butt a time or two when the monsters were too powerful.

It wasn’t long before RollingThunda’s messages to play together turned into voice chats in game, even long after the rest of the crew had logged off. Nishinoya Yuu (as you now knew him) was a delight to talk to, his laughter infectious and his stories about his old high school volleyball team making you laugh so much that your neighbors knocked on the wall and asked you to keep it down. Noya was a streamer on Twitch himself, though not as big as Kodzuken, and you found yourself watching his old videos on your commute to and from work, entranced by the way his personality was just as loud as his voice.

It helped that he was cute: spiky black hair with a little patch of blond, a smile that crinkled his eyes, a manliness in his jaw and shoulders that didn’t distract from his boyish charm. It was laughable how often you checked your phone, waiting for one of his now frequent messages, whether it was some silly meme, an invite to raid, or more often than not: “hey I saw this and thought of you!” His face popped into your thoughts much too often to be innocent friendship, especially when those golden eyes plagued your thoughts during your most intimate moments, his name a breath away from escaping your lips as your fingers worked.

When you found out you all lived in Tokyo, only a few stops away from each other on the Ginza Line, it felt almost too good to be true.

“That means you have to come to our monthly game nights,” Noya had insisted after one of your raids, another night of just the two of you in the voice chat.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled nervously, picking at your nails out of habit. “Those are your high school friends and—”

“And your friends now too!” He had chirped without a care in the world. “You’ll definitely beat Tsukki at least. The Crow’s Flame is the only game he’s good at.”

“Noya—”

“Please?” There was a tilt in his voice, a strange cadence that made your heart leap to your throat and stick there. Was he begging you? “I want to meet you.”

“Alright,” you relented and had to pull the headset away from your ear with how loud he hollered.

That’s why you stand in front of Kodzuken—well, Kenma’s house, nervously playing with the end of your sundress, heart beating wildly in your chest. You know what Noya and Kenma look like thanks to their streams, but you’ve never met Hinata, Tsukishima, or Yamaguchi, who all said they’d be here tonight. In fact, you’ve only ever sent Noya a picture of half your face, too embarrassed to show him the entire thing, something he complained about but didn’t push for.

This is crazy, you think as you ring the doorbell again. But it’s too late for takebacks, because Noya’s voice rings out from inside, loud and clear: “I got it, I got it!”

“Hi,” he greets with his chipper smile, and it’s even more breathtaking in person. A mix of cocky and warm, playful yet persuasive. Enough to make your wildly thumping heart slow down just a little bit with how welcome you feel immediately.

“Hey,” you greet back with a shy wave. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” Noya laughs as he steps aside for you to come in. “It’s good to see the other half of your face.”

“Is it everything you imagined?” you tease as you slip into the slippers Kenma set out for you, glancing back at Noya.

You had expected some witty remark or counter to your joke; you hadn’t expected a light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he stared at you, concentrating just as hard on your expression as one of his puzzle games.

“It’s even better, actually.”

You’re pretty sure you would have fallen over if you hadn’t grabbed onto the doorframe just a second earlier. He has to know how those words affect you, how they make your heart race. Right? The smile on his face confirms it and you grumble under your breath for him to quit it before you walk into the living room of Kenma’s house.

Contrary to the rest of them, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi are tall, and it’s strange being sandwiched between them while Hinata and Noya sit on the floor, racing each other in Mario Kart, yelling at the screen as one of the NPCs throws a red shell their way. You try not to laugh, but it’s impossible not to when Kenma passes by them without a care in the world, stealing first place at the last second.

“Kenma, you jerk!” Noya complains as he sets down the controller. “I demand a rematch!”

“You lost,” he deadpans as he gestures to his phone. “Pizza’s on its way. Pay up.”

You almost feel bad for Noya, but not too bad, because he looks your way and grins. He’s been doing that almost all night, his eyes landing on you whenever you talk, his hand brushing over yours when you both reach for your beers.

“You wanna wait with me?”

“Sure.”

“Why would you wait outside? It’s cold!”

You hear Hinata ask from behind you, but you both ignore it as you shuffle into the foyer and slide the living room door closed behind you.

“You know, Hinata’s right. We could have waited inside until they rang the doorbell.”

“But that means I wouldn’t be alone with you.”

The bluntness of his response makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s looking at you in concentration again, a proud smirk on his lips as he drinks in your reaction.

“You want to be alone with me?” You repeat dumbly before mentally smacking yourself for sounding so breathless.

“Of course I do! Why do you think I invited you?”

“To hook me up with Tsukki,” you joke, but that was the wrong thing to say, because Noya’s face twists in annoyance and you find yourself pressed up against the wall, his hand next to your head. “Noya?”

“Tsukki’s busy with Yamaguchi,” he smiles, shadowed by the dim lighting in the foyer. Hinata yells something in the other room; Kenma mumbles an answer you can’t make out; but your attention is kept on Noya’s piercing gaze, the way he traps you so effectively both physically and emotionally, keeping your mind only focused on him. “And I’d like to be busy with you, if you’re down.”

“Doing what exactly?” You smile back, fighting to keep your breathing even as you wrap your arms around his neck. It feels like a dream, standing so close to him like this, like you’d thought during your “alone time” (before pushing it out of your mind.) Now it’s real: Nishinoya Yuu presses up against you, keeping you against the wall, and you thread your fingers through his silky hair.

“I can think of a few things.” His breath hits your lips as he looms close, fiery golden eyes searching yours for an answer you’re more than willing to give.

“Show me then.”

You’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s kissing you. Noya kisses like he plays his games: passionately, heatedly, thoroughly. His mouth moves against yours as he cups your neck, drags of lips that make you cling to him and pull him impossibly closer. The faintest nip against your bottom lip has you parting for him, his tongue coaxing yours to move against his. He circles around yours, fingers disappearing into the back of your dress to grab at your panty-covered ass, making you moan when he squeezes. You tug on his hair as your kiss grows needier, deeper, the messy sounds of your tongues dancing echoing in your ears. He’s a good kisser, and your core throbs when you imagine another place he’d be good at kissing.

You pull away to breathe, but before you can kiss again, the doorbell makes you both jolt apart. Pizza is the last thing on your mind right now, but the doorbell rings again, and Hinata yells, “I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, me too,” Noya grumbles before he kisses you again. When he pulls back, you pretend not to see the lump in his underwear, forcing yourself to ignore the throbbing in your own.

It’s hard to focus on the pizza when you settle next to Noya and his hand keeps conveniently landing on your thigh. His fingers caress your inner skin before withdrawing to speak with both hands—only to find their way back like he never even left when someone else starts talking.

You shift closer to him, trying really hard to focus on Yamaguchi’s slurred story, but the moment Noya gropes at your thighs under your skirt, you lose concentration. He inches further up, up until he’s teasing along the edge of your panties, and you thank God there’s a kotatsu to hide all of this or else—

There’s a crash as Yamaguchi accidentally knocks over his nearly finished beer, and you all jump away from the table before it splashes on you. Noya is quick to react, grabbing napkins before it drips off the side of the table and stains the carpet.

“I’m sorryyy!” Yamaguchi whines with a bow of his head.

“Alright you drunken idiot,” Tsukki grumbles, slapping a hand on Yamaguchi’s back. “That’s our cue to go.”

“Aw, but we haven’t even started the movie yet!” Hinata complains, a slight flush in his cheeks from his own beers that sit empty in front of him.

“It’s fine,” Tsukki says as he helps Yamaguchi up, and you swear you hear him mumble something like, it’s probably crap anyway. It’s all but confirmed when Yamaguchi slurs, heyyy don’t say that!

Things settle after the two of them leave, and the four of you curl up to start the movie. It’s Hinata’s pick, but he’s the first to fall asleep, mouth open as he rests against the cushions of the couch. Kenma presses away at his Switch until he joins Hinata, eyes closed as he leans against his lone chair, seemingly asleep.

It’s not even five minutes after Kenma is asleep that Noya turns to you.

“Are you still watching?”

“No.”

“Good,” he grins before leaning over and kissing you again.

He swallows your squeal of indignation, pressing you against the arm of the chair as his lips meld against yours. It feels so good, his tongue already pushed into your mouth, tangling with yours as his hands grope all over your body. The time between the foyer and now hasn’t dulled your want; if anything, the break has only made you want him more, want him between your legs, kissing you until you can’t breathe, until you’re begging him for more.

But…

“Noya,” you whine quietly when his fingers begin dragging up your inner thighs, pushing up your skirt so the crotch of your panties is on full display. “They… they could hear—”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” he grins before he leans down to kiss you again.

He makes it much harder than it looks, with the way his tongue circles around yours, his fingers brushing along your wet panties. You shift to get closer to his wandering fingers, parting your legs so he can push your underwear aside and run his fingers up your folds. Your whimper gets swallowed by his mouth, but your moan is loud when he pushes a finger into your pulsing cunt.

“Shh,” he teases as he kisses his way down your throat. You tilt your head back for him so he has more room, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. His thumb swipes over your clit as he pushes another inside, and you can’t help the gasp that leaves you.

“I—” God, this is wrong. Kenma and Hinata could wake up any minute, but it feels so good when he circles your clit and moves his fingers faster. “Noya.”

“So pretty,” he whispers into your neck as he suckles at your skin, licking and nibbling as he makes his way down. The strap of your dress falls down when he pushes it with his nose so he can bite all over your skin. With his teeth, he drags down the top of your dress enough to reveal your bra, then with his free hand, he tugs down everything to let your breasts pop free.

It’s hard to hold in your moan when he takes a nipple into his mouth, and it’s especially hard when he starts to grind into your thigh, fingers working even faster in your cunt. Your heavy breaths mix with the wet sounds of your pussy, and his little chuckle into your skin makes you shiver.

“Noya,” you whimper, grinding against his hand as he moves his thumb quicker on your clit. “Want—wanna—”

“You’re gonna wake them up,” he teases nearly silently as he switches to your other nipple, rolling your nipple with his tongue, sucking as he curls his fingers. You have to bite down on your finger to keep from crying out, feet tapping against the couch as your legs begin to shake.

“Please,” you beg breathlessly, glossy half-lidded eyes watching him make a mess of your body. You’re so close, walls clenching around his pumping fingers. He looks like a kid at a candy store, eyes lit up as keeps sucking on your nipple, keeps fucking you with his fingers.

“Oh, oh—” You gasp, hips pushing into his hand as your orgasm rises. He’s barely able to swallow your squeal with a kiss as it crests, making you cling to his shirt as you shudder, goosebumps rising to your skin. You keep moaning into his mouth as you cum around him, holding him close as you ride out your high.

You’re still trembling when he pulls his fingers out of you, shoving them into your mouth to keep you quiet as he fumbles with his jeans. You suck on them as you help him tug them down enough to let his cock spring free. Precum drips from the tip as he pumps his length a few times, fingers still moving in and out of your mouth as he shifts to sit on the couch.

“Ride me,” he requests, finally pulling his fingers from your mouth to pat his thighs. You glance over at Kenma and Hinata—both are still sound asleep in their respective seats, mouths open as they lightly snore. This is such a bad idea, but your pussy throbs with the need to have him inside of you, to have him stretching you out with his thick cock as you ride him.

You sit up, throwing your leg over his thighs to settle on his lap. Your fingers clutch the back of the couch as he pulls aside your panties and lines himself up with your waiting cunt, eyes searching yours as he pauses.

“You trust me?”

“Yes,” you breathe and are surprised you mean it so sincerely.

“Good,” he answers before helping you sink down on his cock.

He fills you so good, stretching your walls as he pushes in to the hilt. You grind down into him, rocking back and forth to get him as deep as possible. Your needy whimper is muffled into his skin as you start moving, careful not to make the couch squeak too much with each movement. His lips are all over your skin, kissing and licking a path of heat from your collarbones to your ear. When he whispers faster, baby, come on, you forget all about the two sleeping men next to you, mind too clouded with how good his cock feels inside of you.

You start moving faster, the leather of the couch squeaking with each thrust, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. The movie still plays behind you, but it’s drowned out by the ringing in your ears and Noya’s little grunts into your skin. His fingers find purchase on your ass, helping you bounce faster and harder, his mouth finding your nipples to lick and suck as best he can. Your head falls back with a groan, eyes sliding closed from how good it feels even though your thighs burn with the effort. You don’t realize you’re tilting back until it’s too late—with a little squeal, you nearly tumble off his lap.

He’s barely able to catch you as you slide off his lap, shoulders and head on the floor. There’s a glint in his eyes, noticeable only thanks to the flickering lights of the movie, and he shifts so he’s sitting on the edge of the couch, thighs splayed wide. With a strong tug, he’s got your thighs over his, panties pulled aside, tip of his cock running along your folds as your back arches off the ground thanks to the position.

“Wait, Noya—"

This position is embarrassing, your skirt riding up to your midsection, and you’re sure your face and chin look like a mess.

“Fuck, you look good like this,” he compliments, and your complaints are gone as soon as he slips back inside you.

It’s strange, it’s new, but it’s also fucking good. He thrusts down into you, making your shoulders press harder against the ground as he starts a quick pace. Though you try to muffle your moan, it’s impossible, and it rings in your ears as you try to match the thrusts of your hips with his. You tilt your head to the right to check on the two sleeping men and—

Their eyes are closed and Hinata is still breathing evenly, but you see Kenma shift, see a shadow in his pants and flex of his arm that’s impossible to miss.

Oh my God, he’s awake and fucking himself to you.

“Noya—” You try to warn him but two fingers on your clit and you have to swallow a groan instead. Your hips jerk into his touch, fingers digging into his calves as he keeps fucking into you, keeps rocking you against the floor with powerful thrusts. He hits you so deeply, pleasure rippling up your spine so overwhelmingly that you forget where you are for a second. Your whimper is loud, much too loud for the predicament you’re in, and once you remember, you bite your lip until it hurts.

His fingers on your clit speed up, matching his erratic thrusts as he starts to pulse within you. He looks so gorgeous like this, arm muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he holds you, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips, once gelled hair matted to his forehead from how sweaty he is. You pulse around him and hear him curse, voice low and gravelly as he asks,

“Where do you want me?”

“Mouth, please.”

It’s almost sad how empty you feel when he pulls out, but he more than makes up for it when he gets down on his knees on top of you, straddling your upper body as he starts to pump himself. Your fingers replace his on your clit, your wetness making it easy to rub quick circles as your other hand clings to his thigh. You don’t think there’s anything sexier than this moment, with Noya on top of you, tugging himself to completion as he whispers your name and fuck, fuck, I’m cumming.

But then you look to the side, and Kenma’s eyes are open and wide, hand furiously working on his pants as Noya’s cum starts to paint your chest and face. The mix of Kenma’s heated stare and the warmth of the seed on your skin makes the coil in your belly snap, and you don’t bother to contain your light cry as you cum, arching off the floor as the pleasure takes you. You grind into your hand as you work yourself through it, and it takes you a moment to realize Kenma isn’t moving anymore. Noya is licking your chest again too, almost like he’s ridding your chest of evidence he was ever there.

“You’re so sexy, you know that?” He compliments as he crawls up your body, and even though your body sings with relaxation and remnants of pleasure, your shared kiss is still heated, still just as needy as it was before. You paw at everything you can, tongue dragging over his languidly as he settles between your sore thighs.

“Shower,” you breathe against his lips before he can kiss you again. “Need to shower.”

Noya looks like he swallowed a lemon but he backs up with a reluctant ‘alright’ and helps you off the floor. You fix yourself as best you can before you look over at Kenma. He’s “fast asleep” again, but there’s clear evidence of his enjoyment drying on the hand he tries to hide underneath his head.

“Let me take you there,” Noya offers as if it’s his own house, glancing back at the sleeping Kenma. “Maybe by the time we get back, someone will be awake.”

Mortification floods every part of you as you smack Noya’s back, and his light cackle covers up Kenma’s embarrassed squeak as you pad out of the room.