#I lost sight of that for a couple of weeks but my brain is never gonna be perfect so that’s always gonna happen

[moonlinos]

It’s so tasty, come and chase me

♡ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin × fem!reader

♡ CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of food

♡ Word count: 2.3k

♡ Synopsis: It’s your first birthday with Hyunjin as your boyfriend, and he wants to give you the best day since you were born. He racks his brain, wondering what’s the perfect way to impress you, and ultimately settles on surprising you with a homemade birthday cake. That’s romantic, right? Too bad you accidentally ruin his plans in the best way possible.

♡ A/N: Based off a request by anon (happy birthday! 🩷) Title from Red Velvet’s Ice Cream Cake bc we all know that song ain’t about cake. I quickly wrote this to try and get out of my writing slump, and I think it worked lol so I’ll hopefully be able to start posting other longer stories and requests in a couple of weeks 🧚‍♀️

You and Hyunjin began dating exactly two hours after your birthday.

Being acquaintances for long due to being in the same friend group, he’d been a part of your birthday celebrations for a few years. But you were never really that close — he’d always been too shy to approach you, and you spent an awfully long time thinking he hated your guts. It was a drunken confession that made you both realize the mutual crush you had been hiding for far too long.

Hyunjin cursed himself inwardly for taking so long to properly ask you out. He sat with your friends and discussed birthday plans with you, then watched as you enjoyed your surprise party. He had a pout on his lips throughout the entire night, desperately wishing he could openly hold and kiss you in front of your friends. The silly secret you both had decided to keep from them until things were official between you drove him to the brink of insanity. You two were skirting around the big question for a while, and it wasn’t until Hyunjin’s veins were flowing with quite a lot of Soju that he finally mustered up the courage to do it.

Only he was too late — it was already 2 a.m, and no longer your birthday.

“You’ll have to put up with me for another year if you really wanna be my boyfriend on my birthday,” you told him with a grin.

Hyunjin was determined to make your first birthday together as a couple unforgettable, even through simple gestures. These two days were incredibly meaningful to him; the day you were born and the day he finally got to call you his, one after the other.

Too bad the universe seems to love conspiring against him.

He put on his best near-death voice and faked coughs over the phone, trying to convince you he was sick. You were understandably worried, but he assured you he would be fine after taking some medicine. He needed alone time to figure out how to bake a cake, and your presence would be a tempting distraction.

Hyunjin was halfway through frosting your cake for the third time when the sound of his door being unlocked made him jump.

Perhaps it wasn’t the universe’s animosity towards him after all, but rather his own stupidity for not remembering that you had the code to his door lock.

He stood there motionless, feeling like a teenager who had been caught doing something wrong, his hand clutching the spatula tightly as you eyed him with confusion. You raised a brow at him.

“Weren’t you dying?”

“Why are you here?” Hyunjin all but whines, and you close the door behind you with a chuckle.

“I’m here because you told me you were dying,” you explain. “Why the fuck are you frosting a cake?” He doesn’t answer, and after a beat and a half, you grasp the situation and your mouth falls open. “It’s for my birthday, isn’t it?”

Hyunjin drops the spatula on the counter with a loud clink. “No.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You grin at the sight before you. “That’s so cute.”

“It’s not for your birthday,” He insists, promptly removing his apron. “I lost a bet and owe Seungmin a cake.”

You roll your eyes. “Hyunjin, you’re a terrible liar.”

“Fine,” He grumbles, glaring at the lumpy, messy frosting spread on the cake. He was so sure he was nailing it this time, but the more he looks at it, the more it looks borderline inedible. “I wanted to surprise you, be like super boyfriend material and bake your birthday cake myself. Turns out I’m fucking awful at it.”

“It’s not that bad…” Your voice trails off, the telltale rise in pitch whenever you lie betraying you. Hyunjin shoots you a glance, narrowing his eyes. “Okay, so it is a little crooked, and the frosting is a bit clumpy but I can fix that—”

He cuts you off, drawing out your name with a pout. “No, I’m the one who’s supposed to make you a pretty cake. It’s your special day, I should be the one doing things for you.”

“It’s not my birthday till midnight,” you argue, tossing your bag onto the floor and gently nudging Hyunjin to the side, making room for you on his counter. “Let me help.”

You take the spatula in your hands, ignoring Hyunjin’s loud protests and trying your best to smooth out the thick layer of frosting Hyunjin had spread onto the cake. Your brows knit together in concentration as your boyfriend continues to grumble beside you, eventually moving his nagging to the counter behind you. You hear the water running and the clinking of dishes as you finally start making progress, before Hyunjin’s hands are gripping your hips and pushing you against the counter.

You furrow your brows, ready to complain about him disrupting you, but he’s pressing his lips to your neck before you can mutter out a word. Hyunjin’s breath as he mumbles against your skin tickles you, your body instinctively jolting, causing your hand to slip and mess up the frosting (again).

“Hyunjin,” you berate him, and his only response is to hum. “This frosting is already borderline unusable, if you—”

“Hey!” He snaps, and you can hear the pout on his voice. “Don’t insult my frosting.”

“Then stop disrupting me.”

Hyunjin shakes his head, his body pressing against yours.

“You’re the one who ruined my surprise,” he corrects you, “So if you wanna decorate this cake so badly, you’ll have to do it while I disrupt you,” he mimics your voice. You roll your eyes while a huff of amusement slips from your lips.

“Be my guest,” you shrug.

Hyunjin simply buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips curling into a grin against your skin and igniting a smile on your own face. You bite the inside of your cheek, turning your focus back to the disastrous cake. But your smile only widens at the sight of the decorations thrown around on the countertop; heart-shaped sprinkles, various candles and your favorite candies. The image of Hyunjin clumsily following a recipe, his pretty face dusted in flour, making frosting from scratch simply to make your birthday cake more special has your heart swelling with love.

But just as you spread more frosting on the cake, your concentration is shattered by the sudden touch of Hyunjin’s hand sliding under your skirt and into your panties.

“Excuse me?”

“I told you I was gonna disrupt you,” he shrugs, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder. “But I’m sure it won’t work. You’re too focused on the cake, anyway.”

You scoff. Hyunjin really is such a menace when he wants to be — no wonder you spent such a long time thinking he hated you. Little did you know that behind his teasing and cold exterior lay such a sweet and sensitive man.

He remained still for a while, his hand nonchalantly cupping your cunt while he watched you try your best to make the cake look presentable.

“You missed a spot,” he points out, one single finger gliding along your folds. You hiss.

“Fuck off.”

Hyunjin chuckles, the digit now teasing your already slick entrance. You wait for a minute, then two, then three, but he remains still. Tightening your hold on the spatula, you buck your hips toward his hand, willing him to do something.

But he doesn’t, resting his chin on your shoulder with a lazy sigh instead.

“Is this your best attempt at disrupting me?”

He hums. “Focus on the cake, baby. Weren’t you so excited about fixing it?”

You can tell he is undoubtedly a bit upset at you. This cake was his birthday surprise to you, after all. You had essentially fucked it up, taking over the task without him even asking you for help.

So you nod slowly, turning your face to shoot him a small smile. “Can you help me? It’ll be better if we do it together.”

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips, and his finger finally pushes into you, your walls immediately clenching around it.

“I’d love to help you.”

With his other hand, Hyunjin scrambles with the sprinkles packet before finally tearing it open. Cursing under his breath, he watches some of the red and pink hearts escape from the packaging and scatter across the counter. You’re ready to tease him, but a moan swallows your voice as his finger curls inside you, pressing against the spot that has you almost dropping the spatula onto the cake.

Your hands grip the counter as another finger slips inside of you, then a third, all while Hyunjin casually dusts a handful of sprinkles over the white frosting. You could feel yourself leaking around his fingers, the heel of his palm grazing over your clit, and your vision goes slightly blurry watching how the heart shapes cascade from his hand onto the cake.

“I think those candies would look nice with the sprinkles, don’t you think?” Hyunjin asks, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear, causing goosebumps to ripple across your entire body. You simply nod, too focused on the way his fingers stretch you, igniting a wildfire inside your chest with each pump of his wrist. “Could you grab the bag for me, baby?”

You nod and mindlessly reach out in front of you, until your eyes land on the bag sitting across the counter, just barely out of reach. You stretch out your fingers, but Hyunjin circles your waist with his left arm and pulls you flush against his body before you can get a hold of it.

“Hyunjin,” you whine, feeling the warmth of his chest as it rumbles against your back with a chuckle.

“Grab the bag for me, hm?”

You let out a shuddering breath and reach out toward the candy package, your body bending over the marble counter, the thick outline of Hyunjin’s cock pressing against your ass. As soon as your trembling fingers wrap around the bag, his hand leaves your cunt and pushes your soaked panties to the side.

He slides his length along your folds, hovering over your body, the swollen head of his cock catching against your clit evoking a heavy sigh from your lips.

“Go on,” Hyunjin prompts, “Let’s finish decorating your cake.”

Clumsily, you pull yourself up, forearms resting against the counter as you tear the bag open. With shaky hands, you slowly tip the bag over, lightly sprinkling the colorful candies across the cake. Until Hyunjin rolls his hips forward, plunging into you. Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you with his thick length, pumping into you in full force, causing your body to writhe in his arms and sending candies flying out of the bag, scattering across the cake and countertop.

“Fuck, Hyunjin,” you grunt when his hand slides down your body to trace circles around your swollen clit. “The ca- the fucking cake.”

Hyunjin lets out a hearty laugh before pressing his lips to your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth, each thrust of his hips slamming your body against the counter. Your eyes flutter closed, a haze of lust wrapping around you while your climax ripples through your body. Hyunjin shudders as your cunt clenches around him, squeezing as he hastily rams into you, his grip on your waist tightening with each stroke.

“Gonna come,” he rasps in your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back to look at him, his eyes completely clouded over. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you whimper, barely registering the way your fingers graze across the forgotten cake when you feel his cock twitch at your words. He mutters a string of curses through clenched teeth before flooding you with his warmth.

You slowly catch your breaths, Hyunjin pressing light kisses across your face with a contented hum as his cock slowly softens inside of you.

And then both your eyes land on the cake.

Somehow, the sprinkles melted, leaving behind a garish kaleidoscope of colors, and the candies adorned more of Hyunjin’s counter than the cake itself. The already sloppy-looking cake had three lines running across it, and the sticky white frosting clinging to your fingertips serves as undeniable evidence of your guilt. You grimace, mentally bracing yourself for the disappointed look in Hyunjin’s eyes.

Instead, his loud laughter you love so much echoes in your ears.

“That’s so fucking ugly,” he slurs between giggles.

You frown, turning to look at him, watching tears gather in his lashes as his laughter slowly fades away. He presses a kiss to your agape lips, wrapping both arms around your body before resting his forehead against yours.

“I love it,” he assures you after taking in your befuddled expression. “We made it together. Plus, we had a lot of fun doing it, yeah?” He grins before crashing his lips against yours again.

Your birthday party was the same as it has been for a couple of years; just you and your friend group gathered around your apartment’s rooftop. Except this year, you had the pleasure of watching people’s bewildered looks as they glanced at your birthday cake, proudly displayed on a plastic folding table.

“The fuck is that cake?” Jeongin asked, and Hyunjin burst out laughing as soon as the words left your friend’s lips.

After singing happy birthday, you were surprised to find that the cake — although an assault on the eyes — tasted quite good. You were quick to praise Hyunjin, who sheepishly admitted to using a store-bought box cake mix.

A while later, you two discreetly escaped the chatter and laughter from your friends. While you watched the stars, Hyunjin’s attention was fixated on the passing seconds on his phone. He counted down from five, and at the stroke of midnight, he pressed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss.

“Happy one year together,” he whispered against your lips.

“Congratulations for putting up with me,” you beamed, and Hyunjin feigned an exasperated sigh, his lips curling into a grin.

“Can’t believe I’ll have to go through that again if I want to be your boyfriend on your birthday next year.”

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#stray kids #hyunjin smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x you #stray kids smut #skz #hyunjin fluff

[eunseoksimp]

Golden Boy ; Osaki Shotaro

Pairings: Bestie!Shotaro x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Description: Shotaro is everyone’s favourite person. Extremely lovable and kind to those around him, but there’s only so much he can take, especially when you keep pushing his limits.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut, minors dni.

a/n: shotaro’s been heavy on the brain recently, so this is extremely self indulgent.

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‘can someone remind me why we decided to put sohee in charge of the booking?’ chaewon’s irritated tone rang through the room, and anton who was nearby snickered.

‘don’t go laughing like that isn’t your best friend.’

it was finally summer break, bleak winters and stressing in libraries far behind you. so naturally it was right for you and your friend group to plan a getaway for the week.

only, things weren’t going quite to plan. at the start of the month, everyone was assigned with different tasks and unfortunately, sohee was left to book the place you were meant to stay.

but in typical boy fashion, he had chosen something far away from the activities you wanted to do, and the rooms weren’t looking the best either.

‘i told you to leave it up to shotaro, we were doomed from the start,’ you quipped in, the aforementioned boy not too far behind you as he broke into a wide smile.

osaki shotaro was the glue of the friendship. the dependable friend who always planned ahead, and got along well with everyone. you could never catch him without a smile on his face, and everyone else’s comfort was always a priority.

‘i booked us another place, just in case something like this happened. lucky us,’ he basked in everyone’s praises, paying particular attention to the way you patted him on the top of his head.

‘you’re a star taro.’

‘shotaro to the rescue.’

‘what’s wrong with the place i got us,’ sohee grumbled, phone in his hand pitifully as he pretended not to notice that it was in fact better.

‘stop whining and get in the car.’

wonbin and shotaro were the designated drivers, given that sungchan complained about a wrist problem, which he may or may not have been lying about just to get out of being the one behind the wheel.

so it left those two, and the friendship group decided the cars they were getting into based on an alarmingly competitive game of rock paper scissors.

‘yes, i got shotaro,’ you pumped your first in the air after being the second one to win, no longer caring as you hopped into the front seat, barely catching sight of seunghan dramatically dropping to his knees after losing to sungchan.

the journey felt longer than necessary, mainly because wonbin kept getting lost on the way. but your group of you, chaewon, shotaro and sungchan were more than okay because shotaro was the one behind the wheel.

his speed never faltered, skilfully maneuvering the car so that speed bumps were barely felt, and his playlist left you decently entertained, a couple songs that each individual could enjoy in there.

‘remind me to never get into a car with wonbin again,’ anton dramatically hopped out of the car, headphones now around his neck as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘oh come on, it wasn’t that bad,’ wonbin was the last to get out, keys in hand.

he had only gotten his license last month, but you had witnessed him almost reverse into the metal pole in front of your house, and instantly knew you were in no rush to be riding with him any time soon.

‘my poor baby, did the big bad diva scare you?’ you cooed, and anton played into it, jokingly sniffling as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘at least i have a license. not all of us can rely on shotaro to drive you places,’ he fires back, narrowing his eyes at the both of you.

‘don’t be jealous because i’m treated like the princess you so badly want to be.’

but he was right. your parents had nagged for months, wondering why you weren’t even trying to study for a drivers test. but why would you need to when shotaro would be there at a drop of a pen.

‘i’ll take you wherever you want to go,’ he told you last year when he first got his license, and he stuck to his word, picking you up and dropping you off whenever you needed. if he wasn’t available he would ask eunseok, who would complain about gas prices and leaving his warm home, but still come and get you anyway.

you were spoiled.

‘i’ve got your bags, let’s go in,’ shotaro passes by, your luggage juggled between two hands as he already makes his way through the now opened door, courtesy of sungchan.

the villa was beautiful, a dream vacation home, equipped with marble tiles and panoramic views. the kitchen was as wide as your living room, the appliances new and countertop squeaky clean.

‘maybe shotaro was on to something,’ sohee accepted defeat, that once again shotaro was the best man for the job and you all agreed.

excited to be away from the loud bustle of the city, you were the first one to slide the doors open and step into the patio, a huge pool greeting you.

this was going to be fun.

you felt another presence beside you, the familiar tufts of blonde hair coming in to view.

‘i put your stuff in your room, you’re sharing with chaewon,’ you grinned, drawing nearer to press a kiss on his cheek.

‘thanks taro, you’re the best,’ the blush on his cheeks only made you smile wider. he was too cute.

‘just doing my job.’

and that was what he continued to do. he was there when you spoke about craving pancakes the night before, waking up early to drive to the grocery store just to get you what was needed.

when you got out of the shower, lazily walking though the house and flopping onto the couch, he held your head in his lap as he dried your hair.

opening car doors, doing your seatbelt, holding your hand as you walked through the rocky beach. but not just you.

‘shotaro you should drive to the grocery store.’

‘shotaro can you call the guide and tell him we’re going to be late.’

‘shotaro i’m hungry can you make me some food?’

shotaro, shotaro, shotaro.

his smiley disposition made it harder for his friends to notice just how far they were pushing him. he didn’t mind helping others, but it was beginning to take a toll on him.

his energy slowly depletes, and on the last night of the trip he plops onto the couch, sighing as he tilts his head back.

how long could he keep his act up?

it wasn’t like he was a sociopath or anything, he did truly like his friends and loved that they relied on him, only showing off just how dependable he was.

but it all added up to the image that everyone had of him. the cute golden retriever, who needed to be babied and coddled, because he was too ‘innocent for this world.’

conversations about sex were often paused, with jokes about him not being able to handle it being thrown left and right.

he was always being hounded about the fact that not many girls seemed to linger around him.

‘you know how shotaro is, he’s probably just shy.’

the first time seunghan saw a girl leave your room one morning it became the topic of conversation for the next week.

‘how did you manage to do that? did you start crying half way through? my bet is you only lasted one minute.’

the friendship group was very oddly sexually charged. of course you never made advances towards each other, but your closeness permitted each other to talk about everything. in great detail.

and when shotaro wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing what happened, they just believed their assumptions were correct, cooing and teasing him.

he didn’t mind as much, after all he was sure that a lot of it were just jokes. it wasn’t like he wanted to stop hiding his desires anytime soon anyways.

‘we’re playing a game, courtesy of our little friend,’ your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, soju bottles in both of your hands as you sank down into the seat next to him.

thus started an alcohol fuelled session of truth or dare. for the most part the asks and dares were fairly tame; text the last person you messaged that you missed them, down 5 shots in under a minute.

quickly it was your turn again, and it was clear that the effects of the sweet liquor was seeping into your behaviour.

‘if you had to fuck one person in this room, who would it be?,’ chaewon slurred her words, eyes barely open as she points right at you.

you tap your chin, as if you’re actually giving great consideration to the question, before going through everyone in the circle.

‘hmm let’s see. eunseok has too much of a god complex, he’d probably moan his own name. respectfully sungchan has a girlfriend so pass. i think anton might call me mommy unironically, probably cry too. wonbin loves himself too much, same as eunseok. i only see sohee and seunghan like my little brothers.’

everyone laughed along, some protests thrown your way from eunseok and wonbin, but only one person sat waiting eagerly, the only persons name you didn’t mention. did that mean he was the one?

‘wait you skipped shotaro,’ anton called out, holding up six fingers.

‘did i?’

‘yeah you spoke about everyone else here but him.’

‘probably just a subconscious thing. my mind knew he wasn’t an option,’ you shrugged.

ouch.

‘why not?’ everyone waited expectantly as they watched you. it was no secret that the both of you were extremely close, so it wouldn’t be strange if you had thought about it before.

‘too boring,’ your answer was short, like it was something so obvious, not even worthy of debate. chaewon snorts, soju shooting out of her nose but she covers her mouth, because she knows exactly what you’re talking about.

‘what do you mean,’ shotaro speaks up finally, and for a split second the air feels tense. everyone thought he would just laugh it off, like he usually would, but he was the only one that looked serious.

‘you’re just too vanilla for me babe, no hard feelings.’

his jaw ticks, eyebrows furrowed as he processes what you said.

‘are you sure? you haven’t been- laid in a long time. i personally think shotaro would be a great fuck,’ sungchan vouches for his best friend, although the weight of his judgement was seriously downplayed by the fact that he couldn’t even keep his head up.

‘osaki shotaro? the most vanilla guy on this planet? i’ll pass,’ you’re doubling down on your statement, and it only emphasises the way you view him.

‘i’m not vanilla, stop saying that’ shotaro retorts, the laughter of everyone else in the room causing

his head to spin.

‘sure you aren’t babe. and i’m not the hottest bitch in this friend group,’ you pat his thigh.

your words linger in his mind. vanilla? he was far from it. if only you knew the dirty thoughts that circled his mind.

he was so sick of everyone coddling him, treating him like a little virgin boy, a novice at the act.

just because he wasn’t as vocal about his experiences as the rest of you guys were, doesn’t mean they didn’t happen at all.

he allows it to eat at his mind for the rest of

the night, and you continued to only make it worse for him.

‘stop touching each other, gross. poor shotaro doesn’t even know what to do.’

strike one.

someone could literally run over his dog and he would probably apologise. biggest pushover in the universe.

strike two.

he’s definitely got golden retriever energy. i just pity the girl who tries to start anything sexual with him, he’ll probably freak the fuck out.

strike three.

his blood was boiling, a dull thump ringing in his ears. his hands were turning white, the way he had continuously clenched and unclenched his fists.

what was so wrong with being a good guy? must everyone display on their foreheads the freaky shit they like to get up to in their free time.

‘tell them- tell the guys what you said to me yesterday,’ chaewon sat on wonbin’s lap, practically screaming in his ear as he winced, slapping a hand over her mouth.

‘about what? that shotaro has a small dick?’

you’re out.

the alcohol had clearly gotten to you, your mouth a lot more sharp as it lacked the ability to filter the things you were saying. it was obviously a joke to you, you couldn’t care less if it was big or not, it wasn’t like you were ever going to fuck him.

‘come find out if it’s really small,’ he glares, the words sharp on his tongue, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

‘who let shotaro loose.’

all the teasing does nothing to quell his anger. is this the image everyone had of him? a small dicked pushover? if only they knew.

the mind of shotaro osaki was dark. riddled with lust and mean thoughts, but he kept them all at bay. ever since he was in high school he figured he would scare people away if they knew how he truly felt, what truly kept him up at night?

one by one everyone reached their limits, retreating to their beds for the night, a stumbling mess.

but you sat there, empty bottle in hand, head pounding as you tried to sober up a little. you hadn’t even realised you had dozed off, not until you woke up and were met with a semi dark room, completely silent.

shotaro’s jumper was draped over you, and a glass of water and some tablets were placed on the table in front of you. appreciative, you guzzle the cool water down, loving the way it soothes your throat.

you would have thought you were alone if it wasn’t for shotaro’s hunched over figure in the corner of the room, almost scaring you shitless.

‘taro, are you okay?’ you call out.

he lifts his head, seeing that you’re awake and rises to his feet, completely ignoring your question.

‘my room. now’

he left no time for you to protest, already walking towards the room he had to himself, as you trailed behind nervously.

this was the first time you’d ever seen him so angry, and you feared that you might have taken it too far this time.

you racked your brain, thinking of the right things to say, anything to bring back your friends usual self.

he waited for you to come inside before closing the door behind you, and you heard a click.

‘shotaro i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to speak.’

you froze in shock, not used to his tone of voice, and you almost craned your neck around to see if he was talking to someone else.

he stalked closer to you, stopping right in front, only inches apart.

‘is this what you would call small,’ in an instant he has your small hand in his, guiding it towards the print in his trousers and you gasp in shock, jumping back.

it was huge, enough to make you swallow your words and bite your lip as your mind runs rampant.

‘you know, everyone expects me to be some type of angel sent from heaven or something. i’m at everyone beck and call, innocent little shotaro who will do anything you ask. he’s too nice to know anything, he’s probably a virgin.’

‘it pisses me off. especially hearing you do it.’

‘it was-‘

‘stop.fucking.talking,’ he’s livid, enunciating each word and he’s soon got you backed up, edging closer and closer to the edge of his bed.

‘you’re a fucking brat, you know that. i do all these things for you and this is how you repay me? brats like you need a good fuck to get their minds straight. don’t you?’

you’re at a loss of words, trying to figure out how the sweet, lovable shotaro that you know is now looking down at you with a twist of malice and lust. but more importantly, why was it sending a shiver down your spine, squeezing your legs together as you gulp.

he notices, and he chuckles, running a hand over his face, ‘i fucking knew it.’

in one swift movement you were on your back, back hitting the mattress hard, but you have no opportunity to adjust as shotaro settles over you.

‘no hard feelings babe, i’ve got a lot of anger built up inside of me. you’ll let me take it out on you, yeah?’

you nod dumbly, thinking nothing of his words, expecting nothing too crazy. but boy were you wrong.

that’s how you found yourself in your current position shaking with pleasure and pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but he won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading.

‘please im sorry, im sorry please just-‘ you can’t even finish your sentence, another moan ripping through your throat and you blink rapidly, the tears sticking to your eyelashes, that had been building up for the past couple of minutes, began to fall.

you hope that he’d see your current state, take mercy on you and eventually ease himself out of you. but the tears only encourage him to see how messy you could really get.

‘don’t cry now- fucking take it,’ he’s ruthless, your legs are pushed back, further and further till they’re almost reaching your ears, and the new angle makes you feel him even more.

‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips snap viciously into yours, practically splitting you open as you use all the strength you can muster to push away, your palm flat against his pelvis as you shake your head.

‘move your fucking hand,’ he doesn’t slow down, looking down at your weak attempt to get him to stop.

‘taro-taro please- i-‘

‘i didn’t ask you to fucking speak did i? just shut the fuck up and take it,’ he delivers a harsh slap to your cheek, and although it stings, it makes you start to cream around him.

‘look at you, like a dumb fucking slut. cant even use your words, just panting like a bitch in heat.’

‘stupid slut, you like when i call you names and throw you around. such a fuck-fucking whore,’ you’re squeezing him, tighter and tighter as you feel your third orgasm of the night approaching you.

shotaro had spent the majority of your friendship lending his ears to all your sex stories, slightly jealous when he heard all about how much you loved it rough.

but now he didn’t have to fuck other girls and pretend they were you, he had the real thing right in front of him.

‘fuck-fuck-fuck,’ you chant, practically floating as you feel so close. he’s fucking you so good, so deep that you’re sure his dick will leave a permanent imprint in your pussy.

‘look me in the eye, there you go. look at me while you- shit. while you make a mess all over my cock,’ he’s dipping his head lower, till your noses are practically bumping against each other, wanting to see for himself how he destroys you.

you don’t last much longer, a couple of rubs to your clit and you feel the coil in your stomach snap as your head hangs back, lips parted as you convulse under him.

you expected that to be the end, for him to at least slow down, but he does nothing of the sort, overstimulating you till you’re practically wrestling out of his grip, legs giving out as a string of curses escape your lips.

‘n-n-no more. please taro,’ it’s getting harder for you to breathe, the grip he has on your throat and hip simultaneously giving you no chance of escaping.

‘aww but i thought this was what you wanted? getting fucked stupid, that’s why you said isn’t it,’ the smile that used to bring you comfort was now making you shiver, something so sinister about the way he looked down at you.

‘i can’t anymore. p-please taro let me go.’

‘i’m not done with you yet,’ you see the evil glint in his eye, as he flips you over, forcibly pushing down onto your spine until you arch perfectly for him.

you find yourself crying once again, overwhelmed as you scrunch the sheets between your hand, needing something to ground you.

‘you say you don’t want it but look how that pussy’s squeezing for me,’ it’s hard to believe such filthy words are leaving shotaro’s lips.

‘who’s got you so wet?’

‘fuck baby, do you feel that?’

digging his nails now into the skin of your hips. your eyes roll back as you feel the head of his cock now pressing up against your cervix with each brutal, angry thrust.

‘who’s fucking you this good? let the whole house hear it.’

you shake your head, biting your bottom lip so hard it draws blood as you desperately try not to scream but shotaro has other plans.

‘what did i just fucking say? huh?’ he wraps his hand around your hair, yanking you up until his lips are right by your ears.

your senses are overwhelmed as you try oh so hard to contain yourself, clenching around him even harder.

‘shit, you taro. fucking me so good’ you whine so loudly, you’re sure that the neighbours would be able to hear.

it’s all becoming too much for you, your eyes unfocusing, rolling behind your head. head buried in the pillows, throat sore as you shake your head from side to side

your hands snake out from underneath your head in an attempt to slow him down but it’s no use. it makes him go even faster, even deeper as he holds your wrists between his hands.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” shotaro quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

the squelching noises gradually increasing, the sounds you were making were filthy and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

but other people walking in on you two was the least of your concerns. it was hard to conjure up a single thought, the way shotaro is pummelling into you overtaking ever single sense.

you could barely hold yourself up anymore, leaning all of your weight into shotaro, legs and mind numb, as you let him degrade you even more, leading you to yet another orgasm.

only this one feels a little different. he was hitting the spot, over and over again, practically drilling into you and you felt an immense amount of tingling in your bottom half.

‘taro- oh fuck- you have to-have to stop. i think-shit i think i need to pee.’

you’re embarrassed, scared that if he doesn’t listen to you that you might end up urinating all over him. but he doesn’t care, nor does he stop.

you hit his thigh repeatedly, shaking your head as you desperately try to get away from him, but he’s much stronger than you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you there as he continues.

you felt so full, the pressure only increasing with each thrust as you practically grow limp in his arms. a squeal leaves your lips, followed by a large volume of clear liquid, soaking both you and shotaro, all over his thighs and seeping into the sheets underneath you both.

‘there we go, knew you could do it,’ he groans, unable to take his eyes away from the pool of cum, obsessed with how you were both covered in it.

he wants to make you do it again, to tease you and draw another orgasm out of you, but you’re well spent, twitching in his arms as you mumble.

‘no more- no more.’

although he knew he could go for two more rounds if he really wanted to, he respected the way your body was telling him that you were done.

‘shhh it’s alright. i’ve got you baby,’ he lifts you off of him, sweat coating your body as you cling onto him.

and then you pass out, unable to carry on anymore, letting shotaro take care of you as he cleans you up, then tucks you in your own bed, whispering some excuse to chaewon about finding you asleep on the couch by yourself when she stirs from her sleep.

then he’s back to his normal self, smiling widely as he watches everyone take their seat at the table, busying himself by the stove.

you were the last one to arrive, barely able to walk, legs practically jelly as you take small steps.

‘what happened to you?’ sungchan quipped, but you were too busy trying to relearn how to work with the newfound ache in your legs to give him a suitable comeback.

if it wasn’t for the effects you were feeling from last night, you would chalk it all down to being an extremely vivid wet dream.

but there was no mistake, shotaro osaki fucked you within an inch of your life yesterday night. and judging by the smirk on his lips, his eyes following your every moment, something tells you it wouldn’t be the last time.

guess he wasn’t such a golden boy after all.

#riize #riize imagines #riize imagine #riize x reader #riize scenarios #riize x imagine #riize sungchan #park wonbin #riize smut #jung sungchan #riize angst #riize shotaro #riize anton #riize sohee #riize wonbin #riize seunghan #shotaro imagines #shotaro #osaki shotaro #shotaro x reader #shotaro smut #shotaro fic

[seunmong-in]

💋🌧️Kiss Me in the Rain🌧️💋

Pairing: Non! Idol Seungmin x reader Genre: Love at first sight (They did meet before but never gotten close), humor, cursing per usual, fluff, references to video games and anxiety Summary: Unable to go home due to the heavy rain outside, Seungmin is faced with being stuck at Changbin’s house until the rain clears out. But what happens when Changbin’s roommate, who Seungmin has only met once, is also home and steals Seungmin’s heart at first glance? Words: 2.9k A/N: So this may be a bit longer than I intended… but my insomnia got the best of me and my brain kept rambling with thoughts so here we are, my longest POV. I know I said this under my Felix POV but I have to say it again because I can not EXPRESS how much I am grateful and overwhelmed with joy about how many people liked my POV’s!! It truly means the world to me and it makes me strive to write more for everyone to enjoy! If you haven’t read Felix’s or Han’s story and want to, click on their name, it should send you to their stories. Later in the week I will be making a poll on which member I should write next about so stay on the lookout for that in the next couple days!! Anywho, getting on to our scheduled program now, I hope you guys enjoy Seungmin’s story!! 

P.s. Who else is going to Lolla this year and is secretly wishing Straykids play Topline or Hall of fame so they can scream their lungs out? I know I am!! 

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Oh, fuck me. 

Those were words Seungmin thought when he opened the door to reveal the pouring rain outside. He regretted not listening to Jisung when he said it would rain heavily later in the afternoon as he left for Changbin's. Mentally cursing himself out, knowing he couldn't drive home as planned, Seungmin sighed as he closed the door and walked back to the living room, throwing himself on the couch. Seungmin would've gone upstairs to Bin's room to bother him, but his hyung had left a few minutes before the rain started to pick up Jeongin. Pulling out his phone, Seungmin texts Changbin, letting him know that he is staying until the rain dies down and for him to stay safe. He puts his phone away, leans over, and grabs the TV remote. There wasn't much on the TV, so Seungmin watched anime to pass the time.

"Binnie, where the fuck did you put my gaming headset- Oh shit, Hi, um… Seungmin, right?"

Completely engrossed in the anime, Seungmin suddenly jumps when the soft-spoken voice speaks, pulling him out of his trance. He turns to see Y/n, Changbin's roommate, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seungmin's heart skipped a beat as he took in her appearance. Y/n was wearing an oversized hoodie that belonged to Changbin and biker shorts. The hoodie engulfed her petite frame, making her look delicate. Her hair was still wet from a recent shower, and the sweet fragrance of vanilla filled the air as she approached him. Seungmin couldn't help but admire her beauty, noticing her glasses slightly fogged up from the shower's steam. He found himself getting lost in her sparkling eyes and felt his heart racing. Although he had met her at Changbin's housewarming party a few months back, Y/n looked different, and Seungmin couldn't resist but admire her beauty. 

"Yeah, And you're Y/n, right." 

Y/n positions herself comfortably on the couch beside Seungmin, crossing her legs as she nods in agreement with him. Seungmin pauses the series he is watching and turns to face her fuller, a hint of shyness creeping onto his face. 

"By chance, where is my wonderful hyung? The bastard misplaced my gaming headset, and I need it to play Overwatch with a couple of my friends."

Ignoring the first part of her question, Seungmin's excitement beams through when Y/n mentions she plays his favorite game. He usually plays with Changbin and Jeongin, but it has been a while since they've played. He primarily plays alone or with Felix and Chan, though they are more severe players. 

"Wait, you play Overwatch too?"

Seungmin's voice was filled with so much excitement that Y/n couldn't help but giggle. She got up from the cozy couch and approached the stairs. She looked back at Seungmin, still sitting on the sofa, staring back at her.

"If you want, I can show you my gaming pc setup. It's not much, but it's something," she offers as she continues to walk up the stairs.

With a slight hesitation, Seungmin followed Y/n up the stairs to her room, still feeling shy around her. But as he stepped inside, his eyes widened with amazement. The room was spacious and decorated with album covers and paintings, gifts that his other hyung, Hyunjin, had given her. The LED lights wrapped around the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting orange glow that made the room feel cozy and welcoming.

Looking around more into Y/n's room, his eyes were immediately drawn to her gaming setup. It looked like a gamer's paradise with a customized PC, fantastic LED lighting system, custom gaming keyboard, and sleek wireless mouse in pink and black. Y/n's setup was impressive, nonetheless. While one of her monitors had Overwatch already launched, the other screen had a Word document open, with the title reading "Kiss me in the Rain. "But before Seungmin could see more, Y/n quickly minimized the tab, leaving him curious and intrigued. He couldn't help but wonder what that document was about.

"You write as well?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she looked down, realizing she had been caught red-handed. Hot flashes crept up her cheeks as she realized that no one, not even Changbin, had ever laid eyes on her writing. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about her work, but the fact that she had always thought of writing as her own private sanctuary, where she could feel vulnerable and have no judgment. Writing was also her second safe place, her go-to whenever she had a panic attack, with Changbin being her first. When distressed, Changbin would soothe her with warm hugs and cuddles until she felt better.

Y/n settles into her gaming chair, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. "To be honest," she says, "writing is my go-to when I'm anxious or want to feel vulnerable for a while. There's something about putting pen to paper that just helps me calm down." Seungmin couldn't help but be intrigued by her words. Though the pair rarely spoke when he did come over to visit, it felt nice to be able to interact with her on this level. Not wanting to bombard her with more questions, he simply asked more about the story she was writing. 

"What's this story about?"

"It's about two friends trying to complete their bucket lists before the summer ends, and they have to go off to college. They devised a plan to complete each of their bucket list dreams one by one until the very last day of summer. On the last day, the FMC added one more thing to the bucket list she wanted completed before leaving: for the MMC, her newly developed crush, to kiss her in the rain while it was pouring out."

"Kinda sounds like how it is right now," both laugh as Seungmin looks out the window. The rain is still pouring hard outside, and there is no sign of stopping soon. Y/n's phone vibrates as she turns her chair to grab it off her desk. It was a message from Changbin.  

"Well, Binnie isn't coming back tonight. He says the roads are bad, so he's staying at Jeongin's. Which sucks cause I still don't have my damn headset," Y/n pouts as she puts her phone back on the desk. Without saying a word, Seungmin gets up from the beanbag chair and exits the room, only to appear minutes later, handing Y/n the headset he took from Bin's room.

"I keep a spare one in Hyung's room whenever I stay over; here use it.”

"Oh, Minnie, you didn't have to."

Minnie... Feeling his face turn red with the new nickname Y/n gave him, he continued to hold out the headset in front of her. 

"Seriously, take it. Besides, I wanna see you play. I have to see what my competition looks like."

Without backing down from Seungmin's challenge, Y/n confidently takes the headset, puts it on her head, and connects the aux to her PC. As the match starts, Seungmin is taken aback by her intense focus. He is fascinated by her gameplay, which is different from his own. Despite her unique approach to defense and combat, she continues to win match after match.

Seungmin sat back on the beanbag chair as Y/n continued her winning streak. However, he wasn't watching her play; his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't help but notice the small details of her behavior - the way she would scrunch her nose to keep her glasses from sliding down her face, the little victory dances she did when she won matches, and the lightning-quick movements of her hand when her hair fell over her eyes. He was amazed by her skill and grace, and he felt a sense of awe and admiration wash over him.

But as he watched her, Seungmin realized his feelings for Y/n were changing. A strange sensation began to stir in his stomach like a flock of butterflies had taken flight inside him. Feeling flustered and confused, Seungmin tapped Y/n on the arm and excused himself. He ran out of her room and hurried downstairs to make an urgent phone call to the only person he could think of who might help him figure out what to do next.

"Hey Min, what's up," Binnie answers, yawning mid-sentence.

"What do you do when you like someone?"

"What?"

"Changbin, I know you heard me. Answer my question," Seungmin demands. 

"It's Y/n, isn't it? See, I knew it from the first day you met her. Your eyeballs practically almost fell from your face," Changbin teased. There was nothing but silence and embarrassment as the banter continued. 

"Jesus, Bin can you shut the fuck up for a minute and help me, please," Seungmin practically begs his hyung. It was rare for Seungmin to say please, nonetheless, curse at anyone. This was serious for him. 

"Okay, okay, sorry, I'll stop," Changbin laughs. "What exactly do you like about her?"

Seungmin paused, taking a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts. Y/n is kind-hearted and gentle, with a soft-spoken voice that makes him feel safe. Her writing was outstanding, and he hung on every word she said. However, it wasn't just her mind that he was drawn to. There was something undeniably alluring about her physical presence as well. The way her hair fell in soft waves around her face and her eyes lit up when she laughed - every little detail about her seemed to captivate him.

Seungmin's heart was heavy with emotion, and he knew he couldn't keep it to himself any longer. "Hyung," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes darting around to ensure Y/n was out of earshot. "I can't help but feel drawn to her. She's like a dream come true, the perfect match for me. Changbin, I didn't expect to fall for her so quickly, and I don't know how to handle these feelings. What should I do?"

"Tell her how you feel. Knowing Y/n, she would be flattered hearing this. Oh, just to give you a confidence boost—you didn't hear it from me—but when everyone left after the housewarming, she thought you were the cutest out of all the boys." 

When Seungmin heard that, a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear was plastered on his face. It indeed gave him a boost to follow his heart. Before ending the call with Changbin, he asked for one more thing from Seungmin. 

"Just don't hurt her, Min. You both mean a lot to me and if things don't go well with you guys, I refuse to take sides. Plus, I don't want to fight you for hurting my best friend; you are too soft and cute to hit." 

"I won't, I promise."

Trying to contain his happiness, Seungmin quickly runs up the stairs. Ideas on how he could tell Y/n how he felt started going off like fireworks until he thought of the perfect one. He softly opens Y/n's door just as she stops playing OW. Instead, she had the same document open and was typing away. Feeling like she was being watched, she turned her chair around only to meet Seungmin's soft gaze. She softly smiles and asks, "Everything okay, you were gone for a while. I didn't make you nervous with my gaming skills, did I?"

Chuckling at her joke, Seungmin shakes his head as he approaches her.

"I was just telling Binnie I was staying the night since it's still raining out," Seungmin lied. Though the rain was starting to die out a bit, the roads weren't safe to drive in. Suddenly, Seungmin reaches out for Y/n's hand, pulling her out of her chair and her room. Confused with what was happening, Y/n couldn't help but question what was going through his mind as they both walked down the stairs, heading towards the house's back door. 

"Minnie, what are you doing?" Y/n asked as he let go of her hand and opened the door to reveal the rain outside. Though it wasn't as hard as at the beginning of the afternoon, it was still pouring down at a decent rate. 

"When you mentioned your story earlier and how the friends had things on their bucket list they wanted to complete, I realized that I had some of my own I have never completed. And well, playing in the rain is one of them. So I was wondering if you wanted to help me with that," Seungmin's cheeks turn bright red as he extends his hand towards her. Without a second thought, Y/n grabs his hand as the pair goes outside into the rain. 

As the chilly raindrops cascaded from the overcast sky, Y/n and Seungmin stood opposite each other in the backyard. They gazed at each other with wide grins and intertwined their hands, feeling the warmth from their palms. They began to spin slowly in a circle, their movements cautious at first, and then they picked up speed, their feet sliding on the slick grass. As Y/n lost her footing, Seungmin swiftly grasped her by the waist and pulled her toward him to prevent her from falling. Although the darkness enveloped them, Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright red at the proximity of their bodies.

"Is this okay?" Seungmin asked, trying to read her face to see if she was uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to make her uneasy, ruining his chances of possibly being with her. Y/n smiled as she nodded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, softly swaying. The two continued to sway slowly, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word. The moment couldn't be perfect for Seungmin as Y/n, their eyes now connected. 

"As much as I want to continue dancing in the rain, I want to tell you something. That phone call with Binnie-hyung wasn't about me staying the night, though I know he would be okay with either way. It was about you," Seungmin starts to explain. Y/n's face turns into shock, and she tries to figure out if she did anything wrong. Seungmin must've picked up on what she was thinking and started to chuckle. 

"I want you to know that you haven't done anything wrong. In fact, you have done something that I didn't think was possible. It's difficult to express myself, but I want to take a chance. Y/n, I have strong feelings for you. I understand this may seem sudden, especially since this is our first time hanging out alone. However, there is something about you that draws me towards you. There is so much more to learn about you and I want to know everything about you- your likes, dislikes, fears, and dreams. I want to be there for you in every possible way imaginable. You don't have to say anything now; I don't expect you to feel the same way as I do. I simply wanted to tell you how I feel before I get inside of my own head." 

Y/n took a moment to process everything that had been said and looked down for a moment. She started catching feelings for Seungmin too, whose shy and calming manner perfectly fit her sometimes crazy personality. Looking back into his eyes, she noticed that his now wet hair covered most of his vision, so she softly pushed it away, revealing her cheeky smile. She was going to ask him something that the FMC wanted done in her story.

"I also have a bucket list I didn't get to complete. Do you mind helping me," Y/n asked.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Kiss me in the rain."

Seungmin's heart races as he looks at the girl he confessed to. Without wasting another precious moment, he gently takes her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. He can feel the warmth of her skin against his as he pulls her closer, his other hand cupping the back of her head as he leans in for a kiss.

The rain slowly begins to let up, creating a serene backdrop for their first kiss. Seungmin's lips are soft and tender against hers. As the last few drops of rain trickle down, Seungmin finally pulls away.

He doesn't want to let go of her just yet, so he takes her hand in his, holding it tightly as they both catch their breath. Their eyes meet, as he is the first one to speak. 

"So, I assume you feel the same way then.”

"Yeah, I do. And by the way, you don't have to ask; I'm yours now, Minnie."

As soon as she responded, he couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest. He pulled her in without hesitation for another passionate kiss, their lips meeting perfectly harmoniously.

After their little moment, the couple realized they were soaked from the rain, so they decided to change into dry, clean clothes for the rest of the night. They spent most of their time playing Overwatch together, with short intermissions in between as Seungmin helped Y/n with her story. 

When morning arrived, and the roads were clear, Changbin came home and peeked into Y/n's room. He saw Seungmin sleeping beside Y/n, with his arms wrapped around her. Her head was resting comfortably on his chest. Changbin smiled and took out his phone to send a picture to the boys' group chat. He knew Seungmin might be annoyed with him later, but for now, he was happy to see his friend with his dream girl.

#stray kids #straykids imagines #straykids smau #skz fluff #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fake texts #seungmin #skz smau #skz seungmin #skz changbin #stray kids x you #straykids fluff #stray kids imagine #skz x y/n #skz stay

[blackcoffeeofmelancholy]

pumpkin carving date with mammon

words: 1192

warnings: none

request for @yourboyhack who asked for a pumpkin carving date with Mammon.

notes: The brain fog has been relentless, so I wrote something short and sweet. I wanted to finish this before December, but at least it's not winter yet! I deviated from the original request a bit; I still hope it's to your liking.

As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

With Lucifer’s and Diavolo’s permission, you plan a date to the human world with Mammon. You put a lot of thought into it, equally excited and nervous. He agrees to accompany you, blushing furiously despite his best efforts to maintain his cool. Of course, the human wants a day alone with the Great Mammon, and—luckily for you—he is free every day this week, never mind the fact he would drop everything in an instant if you asked. You can tell he is as excited as you are, counting down the days until your date, and trying but failing to spoil the surprise; no matter how hard he begs, you keep your mouth shut. 

The big day arrives, and your worries dissipate along with it. Mammon is over the moon. His eyes glitter with excitement, and he smiles widely; the Avatar of Greed was practically bursting with joy before you walked out the door that afternoon. No matter where you go, the two of you always make plenty of happy memories, and you keep them close to your heart—today is no exception. Last night you fretted over whether he would like what you had planned, tossing and turning in bed as you imagined his face falling in disappointment. However, your mind is put at ease when he hugs you tightly in thanks. He quickly pulls away, his expression bashful as he shoves his hands into his pockets. You take a mental snapshot, savoring the moment. 

This isn’t your first date—far from it—though it’s not every day you’re able to spend time alone with your first man, especially not in the human world. Halloween is around the corner so a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order. Unlike the Devildom, the pumpkins aren’t a threat to your life, and here, you can feel the warmth of the sunlight on your skin and appreciate the sound of the leaves crunching underfoot. The air is crisp, and you take in the familiar sights and sounds that come with the season. As much as you love the Devildom there are times you miss this, and you want to share it with him. 

There are a lot of smiles and laughter shared between you as you search for the perfect pumpkin. He is adamant about finding the best pumpkin in the patch, scouring the rows, and appraising each one with a keen eye. It doesn’t take you long to find your own pumpkin, in fact, it’s love at first sight. Mammon, on the other hand, takes his time. You snap plenty of photos of him, your expression fond as he hunts down a pumpkin worthy of the Great Mammon himself. A caw comes from the opposite direction, and his eyes sparkle as if a pile of grimm has appeared before him. The pumpkin looks like a pile of grimm, more yellow than orange, and gleaming in the warm autumn sunlight. A crow bounces atop it, and Mammon gives them a piece of grimm in thanks. The pumpkin is, henceforth, dubbed Treasure . . . until you point out that’s what he calls you. 

The corn maze catches your attention, and Mammon reluctantly agrees to participate. From the outside, the corn maze looks rather intimidating, but you enjoy yourselves as you get lost amongst the stalks of corn. Hot apple cider and doughnuts are sold nearby, and you purchase a couple before venturing into the maze. There are many twists and turns, and you take them in stride, happily drinking and eating while you chat with one another; a moment of peace and quiet where you can truly enjoy one another’s presence. The maze may be long and challenging, though it only makes for more happy memories, your laughter echoing down the winding passages. At one point, he shyly wraps an arm around your shoulder, and you lean in, snaking your own around his waist. The sun is beginning to set when you reach the end; however, the day isn’t over yet. 

The last rays of sunshine dip below the horizon as you climb onto the wagon, taking a seat on a bale of hay; you can’t leave before taking a hayride. The tractor whirs to life and leads you on a sightseeing adventure through the farm. You marvel at how the colors of the sunset seem to set the trees aflame. Slowly, darkness settles over everything, the corn casting long shadows across the ground, and the temperature drops, your breath fanning out in front of you. Your goosebumps don’t go unnoticed by Mammon, who wraps his jacket around your shoulders, your heart fluttering under his gentle gaze. Resting your head on his shoulder, you look up at him, and the world falls away and all you know is him. 

The second you set foot in the House of Lamentation, you gift the brothers the pumpkins you picked out for them before you left; their faces light up, even more so when you present them with fresh pumpkin and apple doughnuts to share. While they’re preoccupied, you and Mammon sneak off to your room. The table is large enough to carve your pumpkins on, and you don’t waste time bringing your ideas to life—human world Halloween specials play in the background, setting the mood. Glancing over at your first man, you chuckle to yourself as you wipe the stray pumpkin seed stuck to his cheek. He tenses beneath your touch, his blush deepening, and there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It’s not there long, replaced by complete and utter joy as you lean in to kiss him. 

Placing your freshly carved pumpkins on the porch, you watch as Mammon lights the candles, their flames illuminating the darkness. He joins you in the yard, mist whirling around his ankles, and reaches for your hand. Your fingers find one another, lacing together on instinct, and his grin mirrors your own. Somehow your pumpkins complement each other; it wasn’t planned, it just was, and maybe it shouldn’t surprise you as much as it did. Eventually, the brothers set their pumpkins beside yours, the steps of the House of Lamentation the brightest and coziest in the Devildom. Not even you can resist taking a couple of photos for your Devilgram, wishing to relive this moment over and over and over again. 

Hours later you’re in bed with Mammon beside you. Your head is on his chest, your arms around him and his arms around you, and as silly as it sounds, you consider yourself blessed to be here right now. The silly but comforting Halloween specials you watched religiously every year as a child continue to play on your tv, though you’re no longer paying attention. He pulls you closer and kisses you, and it’s sweeter than any candy, warming you from head to toe. Smiling at him, you cup his face in your hands, and kiss him again, wondering if he feels how fast your heart beats for him—a sugar high you never wish to come down from—and he indulges you, giving you the best treat anyone could ever ask for. 

#obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x mc #reader insert #noelle writes

[xzhdjsj]

Elias x Reader

Elias wants you

(semi-nsfw)

Guess who's backkkkk🤡 Hi hello how are yall doinnnn👹 It's been a while

Last month, my laptop died and i lost a bunch of my files:( I was heartbroken and unmotivated BUT I WANNA GET BACK TO WRITING

That being said IF ANYONE WANTS ANYTHING WRITTEN LET ME KNOWWWWW (seriously bully me into writing it if you must, you have my full permission)

But yh here's a little Elias fic I whipped up this week. This one is pretty suggestive/ kinda nsfw-y so if you don't like that you can just ignore it altogether!

If you do decide to read it, I hope you like it💕

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Elias is shameless.

He doesn’t care what anyone thinks, or sees, or hear.

One time, Warden had scolded him about how close he’s gotten to you in such a short time and why it was unnecessary bla bla bla, the whole works. His father’s lengthy lecture ticked him off just the right amount, but he stayed quiet, silently scheming revenge.

When he spotted you as he exited his father’s office, patiently waiting for him, it all clicked. What could piss his father off more than the exact thing he was warned not to do? He tugged you down the hall, pulling you into a corner to kiss you, shielding your body with his. He purposely chose somewhere close to Warden’s office where a camera would easily catch the entire scene but keep you hidden behind him. It was a direct response to his father, a sort of 'fuck off, let me live my life' notion. Before leaving, he turned his head to slyly eye the camera with a content smirk. In every aspect of the word, Elias is a rebel.

And it didn’t stop there, Elias just loves kissing you. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, if he wanted to taste you he was going to initiate. Not that there’s much to do at the safe house anyways, so when you return his eagerness it quickly escalates, but in addition to being a boring concrete crate the safe house is also loaded with camera. FUN!

So, much to Warden’s delight probably, the ‘escalation’ never gets as far as you both would like. The realisation of some random weirdos watching in on your intimate deeds together kills the mood faster than a speeding bullet, at least for you. Elias, on the other hand, respects your boundaries and take a moment to pace around, to distract himself, so he calms down.

You’re something that gets the mechanics in his head moving, he’s constantly thinking of you and if he finds himself staring at you a second too long, his pants start to feel tighter a little too easily. So just imagine what a touchy make out sesh does to the guy.

It’s far too clear how much you want each other, the sexual tension would cut smoothly, like a hot knife through butter. The employees weirdos monitoring the cameras must be entertained by the chaotic aftermath of a cuddle-turned-make out and laugh at the effort you make to avoid each other for the past couple weeks. Its like an embarrassing reality show.

Being the only two persons in the house, with very little entertainment, doesn’t make it any easier to survive either but there’s no other way to rid the desire so its best simply ignore it. It’s especially difficult for poor Elias, because he downright CRAVES you. It wears away at his resistance and he struggles to hold back at every sight of you.

Especially right now, when you walk into his room in shorts and a skimpy tank top that reveals too much skin for his ‘you engulfed’ brain to handle. If this were a loony toons episode there’d be smoke wafting out his ears as he melts into a puddle atop his sheets.

“Hey Elias, did you finish the Doritos?” You tilt your head at him.

Your words pull him back to reality and he scrambles for his blanket, dropping his astronomy text in the process. The pointy edge of the hardcover book sharply stabbed into his thigh as if an instant karma is chastising him for his inappropriate thoughts.

“Fucking OUCH!”

You rush towards him, worried eyes scanning his doubled over body.

“Crap I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in- I just wanted some- Christ are you okay?”

He stays crouched over groaning but when you reach out to touch him, he grips your wrist pulling you on top of him. You scream.

“You fucker! I was scared you lost a testicle or something!”

You scolded and smacked his arm while he’s choking out a hyena laugh under you.

“Okay okayyy I’m sorry,” he pouts “But I may have lost one wanna check?”

The red colour in your face burn brighter, you scold him again as he continues to giggle at your flustered expression.

“Alright I’m actually done this time.” He keeps his arms securely around your body, burying his face into your neck. God you smell good, he prays you wouldn't move on too of him or it'd be difficult to NOT feel him.

“You’re such an idiot, god why do I even find you attractive again?” You sigh and wrap your arms around him in defeat.

He perks up like a naughty cat, “You find me attractive, huh?”

“Oh please, don’t play dumb with me you made me call you pretty so many times I’m basically programmed to it now”

His eyes reflect pure mischief, “That doesn’t answer my question”, he moves closer to your face. His eyes trail down to your lips before finding your eyes again and he leans in closer. Instinctively, you close your eyes, waiting for him to close the space between your lips but he doesn’t. Instead you feel them on your ear, “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want”

You sigh, outmatched by his impish tactics. “Of course I do, else I wouldn’t be on top of-”

Finally satisfied with your answer he presses you into his body, lips finding yours in a familiar pattern that tie knots in your lower abdomen. The feeling of your body bubbling to life is enough to have you craving even more. You’re greedily pulling his face closer, hand on his neck while the other tugs at the back of his head. He's in no better shape himself, his fingers grip into you waist and one hand sneakily crawls up the back of your shirt.

The weeks’ worth of resolve and control immediately flushed down the sink and you both give into the desire that pesters the atmosphere. Its intense, it’s so much sweeter and it feels sinful.

The heat is addicting and your hips have no shame grinding down onto Elias, but at this point he's forgotten thats something he previously didn't want. He's immediately grips them, stilling you as he pulls away.

"You're gonna get yourself into deep trouble"

He voice sounds octaves lower and it might just be the hottest thing you've ever heard. Completely entranced by his demeanour, you don't fight the urge to harshly pull at his shirt.

He easily overpowers you, pushing you onto the mattress and crawling over you, between your welcoming legs. Its difficult to stay still, but his hands have no problem sinking into your body and pressing you firmly to the bed. The expression on his face is simply dreamy and his warm breaths paired with his breathy giggles only fules your need to kiss him more. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him down to kiss you again. He's quick to respond, consumed by the desire to simply have you. He kisses down your jaw to you neck, where he stays, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses.

"Elias- fuck"

Whatever thought was in your head quickly voided existence when he bit down on your skin. It was magical. He didn't hold out, sucking bright red-purple marks all over you, trailing down to your chest. A path of lovebites scatter down to your collar bones and he kissed lower to the top hem of your shirt. Its obvious what he wants.

He bites the thin strap down your shoulder.

"Elias..."

You called out to him, hoping he'd remember. But how could he when you were below him in this state? Eyes shut closed, breathing heavily and making those sounds that makes him greedy for more. Before he could pull the other side down you manage to grab his arm pulling him out of his trance.

"Cameras remember?"

You whine covering your face as the embarrassing realisation sets in.

"Fuck, I'm sorry"

He sounds so defeated, so desperate. His head falls into the crook of your neck, sighing against your skin. It sends a shiver down you spine and you gently pat his head

"Its okay, I'm pretty sure we both feel the same way, but we don't exactly need a sex tape to our name as well as a bounty."

He laughs again, the breathy kind that toys with the nerve endings where his breath touched.

He suddenly pulls away, sitting up.

"Or maybe I can just," he rolls off the corner of the bed walking up to the camera in the corner of the room.

"For your own good you'd better turn off the cameras for today."

He spoke directly at the lens pointing at him and before you know it he was pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it over the camera.

You sit up on your knees, amused to his action but even more dumbfounded at a shitless Elias approaching you.

"'m sorry babe, I can't take it anymore." he crawls back over to you, his hands perfectly moulded for your body. "I don't want to ignore this anymore, I don't think I can."

"They can still hear us", you point out but don't pull away from his touch.

"I'm sure they were able to read the room. They'll take them off, and if they don't.... we'll just have to give them a show, right?" his signature grin returns to his face. Lithe fingers run along the bottom hem of your shirt before sinking under and dragging it over your head.

If he wasn't already turned on, he's definitely ten times more aroused now.

#im bakkk #zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #elias #elias x reader

[missmonsters2]

Keeping You Warm

[Pairing]: WENCLAIR (Wednesday x Enid)

[Summary]: Wednesday had warned Enid to dress warm for the weather, knowing the blonde had a penchant for thinking she was invincible because she was a werewolf. Because if Enid caught a cold...

Prompt: "Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that."

[Warnings]: Soft. Wednesday being unable to say no to Enid. Jealous!Wednesday. They Held Hands™️. Xavier chokes. Bianca's annoyed.

[Note]: Your honor I love them.

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Wednesday's eyes narrowed in on Enid's form from across the courtyard.

The cold season had settled in, a blanket of white snow covering the ground. The air was biting and nipping at people's skin.

It was evident in the way Enid's nose, ears, and cheeks were rosy red. Wednesday watched as Enid talked animatedly with Yoko while the rest of their little ragtag group hung around, most likely waiting for her. 

The day had started early with Wednesday waking up to Enid's face at the edge of her bed, half obscured. The surprising sight would've normally frightened someone, but Wednesday merely glared.

"What are you doing, Enid?"

"Wednesday," Enid whined, and the dark-haired girl was tempted to turn around and go back to sleep immediately. Enid whining never meant good things. "Come to the Jericho Yule Festival with me and everyone else today!

"No," Wednesday monotoned. "I already went with you to the Christmas Lights last week."

"And now it's the Yule Festive this week," Enid rebutted.

Wednesday remained silent but internally sighed. Why was it so difficult to say no to Enid firmly? Still, Wednesday kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Saying nothing wasn't saying yes.

Then, the sound of Enid's forlorn sigh filled the room. 

"Okay," the blond conceded as she straightened her back before getting up to sit on the edge of Wednesday's bed with a slouch. "I guess I could partner up with Ajax for the couple's activities."

Wednesday's eyes opened back, trailing to the side to look at Enid's back. She was wearing that colorful sweater that looked like a unicorn puked on it. 

"What?" was the only word to come out of Wednesday's mouth. 

But Enid understood and blabbered away. "Well, Ajax's date canceled on him yesterday, so he can't do any of the partner activities since if you were coming, it would've made the numbers odd. But I guess since you're not coming, I can do stuff with Ajax."

That sentence alone sounded all wrong to Wednesday, bringing up unpleasant feelings she was unfamiliar with. But then again, Enid brought forth a lot of feelings she wasn't familiar with lately. 

Some were good, and some made her...feel violently sick—in a good way?

"I thought you two broke up," Wednesday commented instead. 

"Yeah," Enid shrugged, and Wednesday couldn't tell what the blonde felt about it without seeing her face. "But we ended on good terms and all the prizes for the couple activities are really, really cool. I want to win them all."

The idea of Ajax and Enid working in tandem and cheering, and hugging each other in victory (because Enid was definitely most likely going to hug him out of excitement) had Wednesday begrudgingly say—

"Fine. I'll go."

Enid immediately turned around, her face bright and excited. "Really?" She squealed. "I'm so excited! I just know we're going to crush everyone else."

"Of course," Wednesday looked unperturbed. "I want to see Bianca's face of utter defeat." Then, Wednesday raised her brow at Enid. "Dress warmly. Ever since you wolfed out, you have suddenly lost a few brain cells and think you're immune to the cold. I will end you if you get sick."

Enid merely rolled her eyes before she pounced onto Wednesday, her body half-pressed into her and arms wrapped around her neck.

"Enid," Wednesday grouched.

Yet, despite her stern warning for Enid to dress appropriately for the weather, there the blonde was: no hat, no scarf, and no gloves. 

Not even her hideous snood.

Wednesday walked forward, and Xavier was the first to greet her. She nodded in acknowledgment to the entire group before glaring at Enid.

"Why aren't you dressed appropriately for the weather?" 

"You aren't either!" Enid scrunched her nose at Wednesday as she took in the other girl's attire. "Except for your gloves, I guess."

"That's because my body is naturally colder than the weather," Wednesday raised her brow.

"Well, that's simply not true," Enid smirked, and if Wednesday could, she would have blushed.

"Let's just get going," Bianca curled her lips in annoyance at the weird display Enid and Wednesday have been putting on lately. "The cabs are already here."

The group began making their way toward the entrance of the school quickly. Despite ordering two cabs, Wednesday still felt claustrophobic being pressed up against someone as she sat next to the door. 

The ride was noisy, but Wednesday found it was easy to drown out if she focused on Enid's chattering. Soon enough, they arrived in the town. If Wednesday thought last week they had over-decorated, this was pure Christmas vomit. Apparently, Yule Fest was their biggest event of the year.

The group decided to walk around first to check out the area, but not even a quarter way in, Wednesday could feel Enid shivering against her when she walked too close.

But it was only when Enid sneezed that Wednesday stopped walking.

"Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that," Wednesday snapped. 

Her tone made everyone jump, but Enid merely sneezed again and looked pitiful. 

Suddenly, Wednesday yanked on Xavier's scarf, making him momentarily choke as it unraveled around his neck. 

"What the hell, Wed—" He started to say, but his jaw dropped.

Wednesday lifted her arms and used his scarf to wrap around Enid's neck delicately.

"What do you think will happen if you get sick?" Wednesday frowned. "Do you expect me to make you soup and nurse you back to health?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Enid smiled, watching as Wednesday then turned to Yoko and sniped the girl's hat, ignoring the vampire's grunt and glare.

"No, you should not because I will leave you to perish," Wednesday said as Enid lowered her head slightly so that she could put the hat onto the blonde. 

"Thing will take care of me," Enid grins in a mischievous way that has Wednesday glaring at her through her brows and cheeks more angular than usual when she pursed her lips. "Or not," Enid quickly amended.

"C'mon," Bianca looked at the remaining group. "Let's get going before Enid's stupidity costs us all of our winter wear."

Wednesday gave the siren a dark look.

Bianca was unfazed as she smirked before gathering the group to walk along, leaving the two to trail slowly behind. 

"Sorry," Enid mumbled as they walked. "And thank you."

Wednesday could feel their hands brush against each other occasionally and pursed her lip. Enid's hand felt cold to her, which was saying something because Wednesday's hand temperature was probably close to freezing.

Wednesday stopped walking again, causing the werewolf to jerk to a stop as well. 

Enid looked at Wednesday curiously as the dark raven sighed, pulling off one of her gloves and handing it to her.

"I'm not giving you both," Wednesday warned. 

Enid smiled as she took the glove and wore it on the hand that faced the outside. "You don't need to," Enid said but then looked mischievous as she wriggled her fingers on her bare hand. "But there is a way to keep both our hands warm."

Wednesday looked at her curiously. 

Enid took Wednesday's gloveless hand, causing the other girl to tense up. Ignoring it, Enid stuck both their hands into her jacket pocket and started walking, giving no choice but for Wednesday to begin moving too. 

"Enid," Wednesday frowned.

"Shh," Enid comforted. "It's fine. They're not going to look behind because they're too scared you'll probably stab their eyes out."

With that reassurance (not that Wednesday needed it), Wednesday allowed the contact, walking quietly next to the blonde and keeping her warm. 

#wenclair #wednesday addams x Enid Sinclair #Wednesday x Enid #wenclairedit #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair fanfiction #wenclair fanfic #enid sinclair x wednesday addams #enid x wednesday

[andiwriteordie]

Mike coming out to Will sometime during season 5 before they’ve confessed their feelings for each other or anything hehe

For the writing prompt requests <3 also CONGRATS ON 1500 ANDI U DESERVE IT!!

hi elli!!! oh my god this prompt 🥺 this is so sweet, and it was so much fun to write. (side note i have now written like 3 coming out stories in the span of a week so. that's fun!) also tysm!!! <3 i hope you enjoy this!

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you pull me in (and i’m a little more brave)

Mike Wheeler has two secrets.

He’s never really been a person who has liked keeping secrets, at least not from his friends. He’s kept secrets from his parents for his entire life, so that doesn’t really matter. But Mike has always tried to be honest with his friends. After all, the Party’s first rule isn’t “friends don’t lie” for nothing.

But Mike Wheeler has two secrets, and he’s kept them close to his chest for the past couple of years.

The first secret is this:

Mike Wheeler is gay.

Yeah, that… that had been something difficult to come to terms with. It all started back in the fall of 1985 before everything went to shit and before the world started ending and before they got trapped into an interdimensional war with One and the monsters of the Upside Down. Talk about an awful time to have a sexuality crisis. 

Seriously. Mike spent… a lot of sleepless nights, absolutely terrified that his first big secret would be found out. When you’re fighting a monster who literally reaches into your brain and brings out the worst parts of you—the parts that you’re terrified to even admit to yourself—it’s really not a good idea to have this big of a secret. 

At least… at least that’s what Will said when he came out as gay, early last year.

God, he’s the bravest person that Mike knows. There’s no one braver in the world than Will Byers—not even El, whom Mike believes is really fucking brave. But El, as incredible as she may be, is also a superhero. Of course, she can bravely face monsters and government scientists and anything the world throws at her. Mike thinks he’d be braver too if he was better than Superman.

Will’s just Will though, and he’s been through so much. And yet, he makes the decision to get back up every time the world tries to knock him down. He stands up against all the monsters and the bullies and every single being that’s ever hurt him, and yet, he still manages to be the kindest, most loving person Mike has ever met. He’s never lost sight of who he is, and everything he does inspires Mike to be braver. 

There’s no one braver than Will Byers—no one better in the world than Will Byers.

And that’s exactly why Mike decides that Will Byers should be the first person in the world to learn his secret.

The two of them are sitting in Mike’s bedroom now. Earlier, he’d asked Will if they could talk—alone, he’d been quick to add. Naturally, Will had been a little bit confused, but he’d nodded and promised to come over to Mike’s room in the lab after dinner.

And so… here they are. 

Mike’s heart pounds inside his chest, and his hands feel clammy. Of all the people in the world, Will is going to be the most accepting. Everyone in the extended Party has been accepting of Will and Robin (who’d come out a few months before Will), so honestly, Mike knows he shouldn’t worry about their reactions. But still, he’s never shared this secret with anyone before, and… and it’s terrifying.

But this is Will.

And Will makes him feel brave.

So, with Will Byers’ kind hazel eyes staring back at him, Mike takes a deep breath, and he wrings his hands nervously.

And he chooses to let his walls down.

“Will… I… I’m gay,” Mike admits, his voice impossibly soft. He doesn’t dare look up at his best friend—not yet. The memories of words so cruel and so hurtful, said years ago on a day full of pouring rain and his worst mistakes, make their way to the forefront of his mind. “I… I’ve known for a while now, and I, um… I didn’t want to admit it... But I… I don’t want to hide anymore.”

Another breath—shaky and quiet this time.

Mike dares to look up, and he meets Will’s eyes. “I, um… I said some things to you when we were younger,” Mike whispers, and though his vision is a little blurry because of the tears stinging his eyes, he can still see the recognition that flashes across Will’s face. “Some really, really hurtful things… and I’m sorry, Will. I… I know it’s no excuse, but… that’s when I was first starting to realize this about myself… And I was scared, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

One more breath. In and out.

“I wanted to tell you first,” Mike says, his voice soft, “not… not just because you’re gay too, but… but because you’re my best friend in the entire world, Will. And I just… I trust you more than anyone else, you know? And also… because you make me feel brave enough to be myself. So… yeah. That’s it, I guess.”

For a moment, Will just stares back at Mike, as if he’s searching for… for something or trying to understand Mike better. There’s curiosity but also compassion and understanding in Will’s eyes, and before Mike knows it, he’s being pulled into Will’s arms.

“Oh, Mike,” Will whispers, holding him close. 

The embrace is warm and familiar and comforting, and God, fresh tears well in Mike’s eyes as he all but collapses into Will’s hug. Will’s arms wrap around him tighter in response, and Mike sniffles, burying his head in his best friend’s shoulder.

 “I’m so proud of you,” Will murmurs, rubbing Mike’s back gently. “God, I am so, so proud of you, Mike. You have no idea. Thank you. Thank you for… for trusting me and for being you. You’re incredible, and I’m so proud of you.”

Somehow, just like he always does, Will knows exactly what to say. He knows exactly what Mike needs to hear, and Mike can’t help the watery laugh that escapes his lips. “I didn’t really do anything,” he admits. “Nothing that you haven’t done.”

“Hey.” Will pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other now, and he smiles at Mike, gentle and familiar. “Coming out is terrifying no matter what, and it’s not about me. It’s about you and how brave you are and how incredible it is that you’re accepting who you are. So… I mean it, Mike. I’m proud of you, and thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

Will pauses for a brief moment; then, he smiles again. “When I came out,” he says softly, “Robin told me this… She said that the world becomes a better, more beautiful place whenever anybody accepts who they are and shares it with the world. So… just remember that, okay?”

Mike can’t help but smile, and he reaches up, putting his hand on top of Will’s. “Okay,” he whispers back. “Thanks, Will… Seriously. Thank you for… for everything.”

The look on Will’s face turns soft again, and for a moment, the world shrinks until it’s just the two of them. Something wildly beautiful and familiar and electric lingers in the air between them, close enough for Mike to reach out and grab it, and he nearly does.

Because, you see, Mike Wheeler has two secrets—though, he’s now shared one of those secrets with someone and is starting to find the courage to share it with others.

The first secret is this: 

Mike Wheeler is gay.

The second one is… a little more complicated than the first, and it’s this:

Mike Wheeler is in love with Will Byers.

#andi's asks #byler #byler ficlet #ok this one is the last one of the night #i probably should've gone to bed sooner but i was having fun #i'll finish the others tomorrow or sunday!

[tomicaleto]

For the writing prompts

obikin and 18 or 22 or 45, whichever you like more! 😊

Hi Anon!

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I'LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

18. waking up with amnesia au

this is a direct continuation from this Sith AU, as in, this picks up a couple of weeks later. I strongly recommend reading the linked snippet first, and in general all the little snippets I wrote for this AU before reading this one.

That being said, let's go

The light bothered him enough that Obi-Wan opened his eyes with a frown. He was on a bed, a thin white sheet covering his body. Everything hurt and he groaned as the world slowly shifted into focus, his surroundings filled with bacta tanks and medical beds. A machine beeped close to him on regular intervals, and there was a line connecting his right arm to a serum bag. 

A body shifted, a young Mon Calamari with a holopad who took in the sign of Obi-Wan being awake and checked his vitals before greeting him gently.

“Where am I?” Obi-Wan asked, barely repressing the urge to snap the line out of his arm.  The Mon Calamari muttered as he typed on his pad. “The patient shows signs of disorientation corresponding with a long period of unconsciousness. Keep under observation in case the symptom persists.” 

Finally, he looked up towards Obi-Wan. “You are at the medic bay in the Jedi temple. My master will join us shortly and make sure everything is going well with your recovery.”  “Jedi temple? What happened to me?”  “You got stabbed by a piece of debris that punctured part of your lung and stomach. Lost quite the amount of blood and oxygen levels turned worrisome low. Would have died if they hadn’t brought you here.” 

Just as he finished speaking, a Togruta entered the room and smiled at the Mon Calamari before turning to Obi-Wan. “Now this is a sight I thought I’d never see again. How is our patient doing?” “So far his recovery is going according to plan, Master.”  “Excellent, the Council will appreciate this information. Has he shown signs of aggression?"  “Not so far, mostly confusion.” 

Irritation filled him. It wasn’t enough that he had woken up in an unfamiliar place, being talked about as if he wasn’t there was pissing him off. The Togruta turned towards him and leaned forwards, turning on a small lantern and cheeking his eyes. “Your reflexes seem to be doing great. I’m gonna ask you some questions to help you ease back into the living world. You almost became one with the Force!”

Obi-Wan grunted as an answer.  “Alright. First things first: do you know who you are?” “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi-”  “Haven’t heard that name for years,” interrupted the healer, only confusing him more. “Other names you identify yourself with?” “No.”  The questions continued, getting more annoying and more confusing as well. 

No, Obi-Wan did not know who the main general of the Separatists was. No, he did not know Count Dooku personally. No, he had never met the Jedi Council before. He did not know who Qui-Gon Jinn was. And most importantly, he did not understand why he had ended in the Jedi med bay to be treated after his injury.  The Mon Calamari took notes of everything he answered and exchanged a quiet look with his master once the questions were over. “I will notify the Council immediately.” The Togruta master said. “In the meantime, make sure our patient doesn’t get too overwhelmed with outside stimulus until we can figure out how to fix his memory loss.” 

The Mon Calamari nodded and then hesitated. “Uh, what should I do if Knight Skywalker visits?” The name tickled something in the back of Obi-Wan’s brain, like an unanswered question that escaped him.  “You let him in, of course, and take notes of everything they talk about.”  A couple of hours later, as a healer brought him lunch and a holopad with a novel to keep him entertained, the doors opened and someone walked in. 

At the healer’s sigh, Obi-Wan looked up from the holopad to see the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. The man looked up from where he was glaring at the floor and his expression eased, making Obi-Wan’s heart jump, the machine he was connected to betraying the effects the man was having on him.  He ignored as the Mon Calamari frantically tried to understand what was happening as the man finally reached the bed and sat down near him. “Hi,” he began softly. “It’s nice seeing you awake.”   Obi-Wan did not exactly know who this man was or why he was glad he was awake but he didn’t particularly care, happy to have his lovely eyes fixed on him. 

He did not appreciate the Mon Calamari approaching the man and leaning down to whisper something to him, and he actually frowned when the man’s face went from curiosity to confusion to… grief? He wasn’t quite sure and forgot to ask the moment the man took his hand between his. “Hi, Obi-Wan, you may not remember me right now but I’m Anakin.”  He looked at him with earnest eyes, and the name made something inside Obi-Wan warm with familiarity. Even then, the name did not spark any memory, and he simply smiled politely to Anakin. Something inside him, though, screamed at him that Anakin was important, that he needed to make a good impression. So, he sent him a smouldering look and said: “Hello there.” 

He did not expect Anakin to burst into laughter, startling the Mon Calamari. But his confusion over the reaction didn’t stop Obi-Wan’s heartbeat from accelerating again.

Thank you for sending me this! I hope you enjoyed it!

#obikin #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Star Wars #SW #The Clone Wars #TCW #Prequel trilogy #Sith AU #Star Wars AU #asks #anonymous #ask game #prompts ask game #Tomi's fics

[littlexscarletxwitch]

A comfort request for Florence where she takes care of the reader after they break their leg. Flo is there when the injury happens, and once she drives you home from the hospital she wants to take care of you. 💕

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, comfort (?)

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, language, broken leg (not explicit tho)

word count: 1,276

note: I'm back, bitchez. I don't know why this took so long, but I'm glad it's finally finished. I've never had a bone broken so I actually don't know what that's like, so I had to ask my dear friend google. Sorry if it's not accurate. Thank you for this request, anon. I really hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy <3

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As soon as you hit the ground, you felt a burning feeling covering your whole leg. 

“Shit,” was your first thought. The only thing that your brain could think of because of the pain covering your limb. 

When Florence came running to find you, you were already on the ground. She took a quick look at the fallen chair beside you and you on the ground, and connected the dots. You clearly wanted to reach something way above you, and instead of asking for her help, you tried to do it on your own. 

And now, you were on the ground, crying, trying to move your leg but all you could feel was that burning feeling, it burned so much that you thought it was going to burn your whole body. 

“Baby, what happened?” Florence came to your aid, she knew something was really wrong when you didn’t stand back up immediately.

“I, I think I broke my leg,” you cried out, not wanting to move the limb not even one bit, afraid it would hurt even more. 

Florence was freaking out, she’d never see you like this before, a crying mess. But she had to remain calm, for the both of you. 

“It’s okay, honey. I got you,” Florence, carefully, picked you up, bridal style. 

All your mind could focus on was the burning feeling on your leg,  you couldn't listen to Florence reassuring words, or billie barking at the two of you knowing something had happened to you. You were so lost in your pain, that you didn’t even realize that you were already in the car, Florence driving you to the nearest hospital. 

[...]

Waiting for you to get out of the doctor’s office felt like hell, she couldn't go in with you, since the office was really small and there were already a lot of people all over you, doing their work. Florence could not interfere with that, she was an actor not a doctor. But not knowing how you were doing was eating her alive. 

After what felt like a hundred years, you came out of the office, in a wheelchair since now you had a leg-cast. Florence’s eyes got watery at the sight of you, relieved that you were alright, but anguished that you were in that state —unable to walk on your own.

“Hey, you,” you said to her, pleased to finally see her face. There was something about Florence’s presence that just calmed you down, she made you feel at ease. And even though you were a bit off, because of the painkillers, you knew that Florence’s presence was what made you feel better.

“Hey,” she walked over to you and left kisses all over your face, thankful that you were okay and finally with her. 

“We gave her some painkillers, they should wear off in a couple of hours. It was a severe fracture, hence the cast. Which will stay on for about six weeks and then we’ll see how her leg is doing,” Florence could only nod at the doctor, trying to engraved every word in her mind. “Try to keep her leg up as much as possible, for at least the first week. Don’t get the cast wet, if so, you should come immediately since water will weaken it, and her bones will no longer be properly supported. Even if it itches, don’t let her scratch it or poke it, it would cause a nasty sore or it would lead to an infection. And, of course, she can’t walk on it,” the doctor finished. 

“Right. Thank you, doc.”

“I will see you in about six weeks, okay, hon?” she now said looking down at you. 

“Okay,” you smiled at her. 

“Let’s get you home, baby.”

[...]

As soon as the both of you got home, Florence picked you up once again, and took you to your shared bed. Even though it was a bit embarrassing to be carried around and not be able to walk on your own, you actually liked being in Florence’s arms. The way she lifted you so carefully and easily made your heart flutter. You quietly thanked that Marvel training. 

She, slowly but surely, put you on the bed. She gently rested your leg on a pillow and made sure you were comfortable. She said that she was going to make some tea for you and told you to rest, she could see how tiring the whole thing had been for you. You tried to tell her that there was no need, but she insisted anyway. And who were you to say no to that woman?

She came back ten minutes later with your favorite tea and some biscuits. You internally laughed at that sight, her British side showing up now more than ever. 

“Okay, here you go, little lady. I figured you would be hungry as well, so I brought you those biscuits you love so much,” you smiled at her. 

“Flo…”

“I was thinking” she said, not giving you any chance to talk, “maybe I can cook your favorite, after all you deserved it.”

“Flo…” you tried once again. 

“Also, I called your secretary earlier and let her know what happened, she said she was going to take care of everything and said to tell you to not worry about anything.”

“Florence…”

“Oh, and your mum called when we were in the hospital. She was really worried when I told her what happened, and said that you should call her as soon as you can.”

“Florence!”

“Sorry. What can I do for you? Do you need me to adjust your pillow? Are you cold? Are you hot?”

“Just stop,” you laughed. Your hands now on her cheeks forcing her eyes on you. “You are amazing, you know that?”

Her eyes moved south, now avoiding yours. You realized something was wrong with her. 

“If I were so amazing, nothing would have happened to you,” she muttered, but loud enough you could hear her perfectly, which made your heart sink.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just, let me take care of you, okay?” she now looked up, meeting your eyes. You noticed tears were forming on them.

“Baby, you do know that this wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Y/n…” she trailed off.

“No. This was on me, okay? I was just stupid.”

“But, baby, if I would have run faster then maybe I would have–”

“No. Don’t do that. This wasn’t because of you. You hear me?” 

“I–”

“It wasn’t, Flo. There’s nothing you could have done, okay?”

“Okay,” she said looking at you, finding some comfort in your gaze. 

“Okay. Now, you said something about making my favorite?” you pecked her lips, trying to kiss all her worries away. 

“Mmm, yeah. Would you like that?” she giggled, thanking you for the change of subject.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” you left kisses all over her face. “Do you know what I would also like?”

“What?”

“How about we cuddle for a bit and then you can nurse me all you want?”

“That sounds perfect,” she replied, kissing you lips.

[...]

Later that night, Florence was all over you, more than she usually would. She even insisted on giving you a bath, which it didn’t take you long to agree to since you loved having her hands all over your body. Even if it was just to wash you up. You didn’t like having your leg fractured, but you had to admit that you liked this extra attention from her. Maybe having your leg broken wasn’t so bad after all. Not if you had nurse Flo to take care of you. 

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the highway to getting the hell over you

whoops...my hand slipped

a TRBTY AU in which James learns who Lily is from the start, and he’s not a big fan

(rated m)

He just had to invite Lily to his birthday party.

Upon reflection, he won’t know why—or at least, won’t admit to it. But he justified it to himself with the inclusion of Gideon. If she came with her boyfriend, he would have little obligation to talk to her.

What he hadn’t accounted for was the possibility that Gideon and Lily would break up.

Equally short-sighted of him: not thinking about what Lily might wear to a club.

(A terrible misstep on his part because she came looking absolutely phenomenal. Even in her post-breakup state.

When he and Annie broke up, he looked like he’d lost several consecutive fights for weeks.)

“So Evans is single,” Sirius said as he sidled up next to him at the bar.

James stopped himself from turning toward the dance floor where he knew she was as he gave a nonchalant, “Mm.”

“Right, yeah. You don’t care. No interest in her at all.”

“Padfoot.”

“What? I know you think she’s fit.”

“What’s that to do with anything?”

Sirius laughed. “Well, not much apart from the simple fact that you are both now single!”

As if he needed reminding. As if he hadn’t been trying to not think about that fact since she dropped the news a couple of hours ago. 

“You! And Lily Jones! Your first handie”—James sent him a glower—“fine, your first love”—James’ glare didn’t waver—“fine, whatever the fuck she was. You were crazy about her and now—”

“I’m not interested.”

Thankfully, Sirius was cut off by the arrival of the bartender with their new drinks, and James took the opportunity to push himself away from the bartop and head back to the nosiest part of the club. He dodged Sirius’ follow-up questions and comments. They’d beaten this horse so many times that it had been ground to dust. Beyond snapping at Sirius with words he’d promised himself to never say aloud—angry, cruel, damaging words—James didn’t know how to articulate how uninterested he was in pursuing anything, even friendship, with the woman who broke his teenage heart.

Problem was, Sirius might not even believe him. Not when James’ actions over the past year had shown the exact opposite. He’d gotten very proficient at masking animosity with cordial friendship. He could never, would never again, let her get close enough to fracture his heart.

As the night wore on, the conversation evolved beyond Lily, though he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her despite his efforts. Time sped by with much laughter and many drinks and James let himself welcome twenty-nine by drinking far more than he ought to have. After spending most of the night successfully avoiding Lily, they happened to meet at the bar.

“Hey.”

“Hi birthday boy.”

She sent him a sweet smile that churned his insides with anger and desire; the combination felt toxic when mixed with whiskey.

“Having fun?”

“Time of my life,” he said dryly.

“Well, I’ve been having fun. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Sure, yeah.”

He should have walked away then, at the natural end to their conversation. But then Lily told him she was going to head home, and he let himself properly look at her in her tight black dress, and then before he knew what was happening, his stupid drunken brain was urging him out of the club with her.

As they walked, she asked about his past birthdays, the ones that had happened in the intervening years, and he made up answers, he told the best of his past—as if he could convince her that he’d been nothing but happy since she left England.

Duty, or whiskey, prompted him to follow her up the stairs to her flat. He lingered in the doorway as she slipped her coat back off her shoulders. His eyes were glued to the curve of her back, to the way her shoulders shifted at the motion, to the movement of her arse as she walked further into her flat.

“So birthday boy…as far as birthdays go, how will this one be remembered?” 

James deliberated for a moment as she perched herself against the back of her sofa; fuck, she was fit. “Better than I expected.”

She seemed to be able to read his mind, a siren smile appearing on her face as she watched him. Twisting a lock of hair around her fingers, she said, “Good. But more importantly… are you thinking of the sofa or the bed?”

It should have been a sign for him to leave. Her words. Her inviting eyes. The whiskey igniting his blood, slowing the cognitive part of his brain. “Sofa or bed?”

Lily hesitated and it became clear to James that she was also aware that she was about to cross a line. Perhaps she, like him, was weighing whether the reward outstripped the risk. “Yeah… for your birthday shag. It was… a joke.”

Last chance, he thought to himself right before taking a step further into her apartment and letting the door close slowly behind him. “Was it?”

She swallowed and the pettiest part of himself reveled in the well-hidden panic on her face. For the first time in over a decade, he felt like he could read her every emotion, feel her feelings as if they were his own. Her stare followed him as he closed the space between them, bright green eyes rising to keep his gaze as he stood in front of her.

“Because I don’t think it was a joke, Evans. I think you really want to shag me.” 

James smirked when he slid his thumb along the curve of her cheek and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Well?” he prompted when a moment passed with no reply.

A split second later she nodded, and James wasted no time in claiming her lips with his own. She melted into him, arms wrapping around his shoulders just as he grabbed her by the waist. She met his mouth with a ferocity of her own, clear proof of a mutual want that burned between them like a roaring fire.

He loved her once. He hated her once, too. Part of him still did.

But what was now becoming annoyingly hard to ignore was the fact he had never, not once, stopped wanting her. 

As a teenager, he would have given in without a second thought, but only if he knew she was ready. He would have made it special; he would have taken his time to worship every inch of her body; he would have made their first time about love.

There was nothing close to love between them now. 

There was nothing loving about the way he tugged up her dress. Nothing loving about the way he pulled her knickers down as he bent her over the sofa. Nothing loving about the bruising pace he set that got them both off quickly.

He loved her once and would never have imagined walking away after sex and leaving only meaningless platitudes behind. But this was nothing like love.

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[itstheghostofmypast]

🌻Imperfections🌻

Draco malfoy x (f)Reader (Hufflepuff)

Summary: Perfection is what defined those who were above the rest- yet, she could not be part of the perfection that defined him. Defined his society and very presence- defined her own family but not her. She was the imperfection within his world of perfection, the bright sun in his cool, pale blue sky. For even if she was the warm sun, he was nothing more than the silver moon- both destined to live in the same sky but never together.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

AU: NO VOLDEMORT - Plus Cedric is vibing, I'm sorry he's too precious.

Warnings: None

Part- 2/?

Masterlist/ Next

A/N: HAH- bet ya didn't think I'd be updating this one huh, WRONG, I JUST HAD IT SAVED IN MY DRAFTS AND LOST IT IN MY DRAFTS, REWROTE WHAT I COULD REMEMBER THEN FOUND THE DRAFT- iwanttodye.

His words had been echoing around her all day, especially when she came for dinner, only to see he was not there once more. That's when she decided to sneak out a bit of food and see if he was at the astronomy tower. She had passed a few green little shits on the way, who seemed to be whispering at the sight of her, though she didn't care about that. Running up the stairs she opened the wooden door to be greeted by an empty cold room. Maybe...she'd see him tomorrow.

Or so she thought. For the next couple of days, she had barely seen him the only times she would see him was in class and he'd easily avoid her. To some extent, she was hurt, why was he pretending as if she was invisible...once again? No more would she see him at the astronomy tower, nor would he be early to class- often he would be surrounded by his snakes and if he were alone, he'd zip past her like she was nothing. Sure, they weren't an actual item or anything- but they were friends? Right?

That's why, a week of this weird hide and seek had forced her to go for some advice, considering every other friend she had asked had given her a sad smile and an 'It's alright Y/N, you deserve much better'- OF COURSE SHE DID. She wasn't an idiot or a sap- she knew what this meant, it was pity and she hated every drop of it. Hence, she had two options left, either go talk to Sprout in the vaguest way possible or...dare she say it, Cedric. Like any sane person, she thought asking him would be a better option, which is why, when Cedric had been busy scribbling and cramming for the upcoming exams in the library, comforted only by the pattering rain against the giant windows, the droplets encouraging him, cheering him on like the crown in a quidditch field, his moment of concentration was interrupted with a loud screech emitted by the chair next to his.

The ambiance of peace around him shattered, side-eying the intruder who smiled in return. Sitting down next to him, placing her bag on the dark oak, and taking out her books. Choosing to ignore her, he knew she was definitely up to something, he continued to scribble down whatever his brain was able to pick up from the numerous books before him. For a while, the two worked in silence, the sound of the quil tips gliding across the skin of papers was all that could be heard, minus some general whispering among other students. He had been sitting there studying -waiting for her to spill whatever had brought her here- but it seemed as though she was genuinely here to study. Of course, he had grown impatient, he was a year senior, he had noticed her the moment she had gotten up on stage, an excited little grin plastered on her face, sitting there, waiting for the hat to sort her into the house of her choice- only it never came. For as soon as the sorting hat declared its decision, she sat there motionless, as if dead- sure, not a lot of people felt the pride and joy of being sorted into Hufflepuff, which is why he wasn't surprised, but as soon as he noticed how all the Headmaster's had gasped as well, he knew there was something off about the whole situation. He was not even a prefect back then, but Professor Sprout had called him into her office the next morning, claiming that she had a special job for him.

"This is Y/N L/N" she had said, standing next to the same girl from yesterday, who seemed to be lost in thought- completely disassociated with the world around her. "Y/N, darling, this is Cedric, he's only a year older than you, but he's been our pride and joy, he's a wonderful boy too-"

"I don't care." She spat, cutting her off, pulling away from her as she turned to glare at Cedric, "I don't even belong in this rubbish house-"

"What was that?" He countered, only to stop when the Headmaster gestured for him to stop, continuing instead of him. She got down on her knees, and the chubby woman pulled the girl close, letting her resist and put up a fight, but she had engulfed her in a hug, a tight one too. To someone else, it would seem as though the older woman was crushing the child, but for the year he had already spent at Hogwarts, he knew she was nothing but an empath- she was going to drain out all the negativity from the little girl if she had to. After a few minutes of the girl squirming and cursing at her- even calling her a fat old hag- she slowed down, resorting to little whines, which morphed into whimpers. It was only at that point had he realized that she was crying, clinging onto the professor for her dear life as she sobbed into her shoulder, dampening the material. His eyes met the Headmaster's who looked at him with a tinge of guilt in her eyes and at that moment he knew why she had called him in. For the little girl letting out muffled, "It's not fair...I didn't even get to choose " and "Why do they hate me for something I didn't decide", was going to become his responsibility. 

The young boy had no idea why he was being given a spoiled brat to take care of, for in a few days of having her in their house he had realised what a pain she actually was. For the past whole week she had been nothing but rude to everyone in her house, she'd hiss at them like a feral cat, locking herself up in her room- yes, apparently she was rich enough to get herself a solo room- only coming out to go to class or eat, usually, she wouldn't even come to eat, just go to her room directly, or some other unknown location. He was yet to figure out how or what Sprout even wanted him to do, she was doing just fine if you'd ask him.

That is until he fatalfound her one night crying in the washrooms where weeping Mertal resided. Yes, it was technically his fault, he was supposed to make sure all the first years were in bed, but perhaps he didn't care where she was. Frankly speaking, Sprout had lost her mind, '

'Didn't I tell you to treat her like your little sister, Cedric? She isn't a bad nut, just... One that was toasted for too long, you know? Shell's all hardened up, but the slightest crack may be fatal'.

No, professor, I have no idea what in Merlin's name that means- is what he wanted to say, but she didn't let him argue, only pushed him out of the common room, telling him to go look for his 'little sister'. Hence, after searching the entire castle- and showing the note she had written for every professor that had caught him outside after hours, he had finally made his way up here, slowly opening the door of the abandoned girl's washroom. Coming face to face with the infamous, noisy ghost,

"There's a BOY here- " she gasped, "Are you here to throw mud on her too~ she's been crying for almost the whole day~"

"Thank you Mertal." That is all he said as he walked past her, ignoring her usual whines. He was tired, he wanted to be wrapped up in his warm comforters, yet here he was. Slamming open the last hall door he froze, staring at the girl sitting on the lid of the toilet- covered in mud and leaves from head to toe. Her uniform was crinkled, filthy, and crippled by the huge splotches of mud, clinging onto each thread of the material, specs of mud splattered across her cheeks as she rubbed her eyes furiously. 

"Who did this?" He spat, moving closer as he pulled her hands away, gripping onto her wrists, not letting her pull back. 

"N-no one."

"Y/N" he kneeled in front of her, wiping her ears with the back of his sleeve. Yes, whatever image of this monstrosity that existed in his mind had shattered, of course, the sight of anyone like this would have his heart aching. "Who did this? You're not alone anymore okay I- I'm sorry I didn't come looking for you and I should have." he apologised, inspecting her face for anything other than mud. 

He was unsure of whether it was the apology or the fact that he had told her that she was no longer alone, but as soon as his eyes met her glassy orbs, she narrated the entire incident in tears- how she was cornered by a few children from other houses, nobles and that this was some kind of sick prank. he felt worse when she told him that this had been happening for over a month. For this very reason, she would avoid everyone and choose to stay in her room most of the time. How was he supposed to be upset with her after that? 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want them to hurt anyone else."

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"You are a Hufflepuff, no one would suffer through this alone if they weren't as strong as us badgers, I want you to remember, this house is your pride, the yellow and black we wear is our armor, we wear it with pride and protect it with a pure heart."

"What?"

"....let's get you cleaned up..." 

It was safe to say that the next day, all those who were involved in this act were sent to Professor Dumbledore's office and didn't bother her again. In his personal opinion, things had started to get a bit better after that, he had seen her intermingling with her year, making friends, and doing well in class. Laughing around with the rest of the lot. He had nodded how she'd avoid a lot of people- prominent faces- though he never said anything to that. As long as she wasn't causing trouble. A meek and mellow child she was, he says because as soon as she hit third year she DEMANDED to be put on the Quidditch team. It was at that moment he realized these spoiled brats could never be polite.

"What."

"Quidditch, Cedric- you know, flying on a broom and-"

"They don't just put you on the team."

"Okay, you ask them then."

"....I will repeat myself only once more-"

"Just tell me what I gotta do to become a keeper?"

"May I ask what has forced little old Y/N to barge into the boy dorms at midnight and demand such things?"

"Okay, first of all, you're the only one here. Everyone is out because it's new year's eve and you just stick around the school for me, which is very creepy. Do you not have a life?"

"I did ask you to come with me, my family wouldn't mind-"

"I have enough siblings, thank you."

"My god-"

"AND secondly, did you watch last season's match??? We lost to Slytherin AGAIN- WE LOST TO ALL THREE HOUSES!"

Wincing at the loudness, he shushed her, staring at her, sitting at the footstool below the window, facing him, wearing her expensive-looking pajamas. It was amusing how even though she was no longer in contact with her family, they would often send her expensive things- he believed they still cared for her but she brushed it off with an 'it's a take care of your pet while it's alive right now.' Nonetheless, he never brought it up afterward but had developed a more protective sibling-like bond with her- all because of Sprout.

"And you want to join because?"

"Because you said to accept the imperfections within the perfect- we need to become imperfectly perfect at the game."

"That makes no sense."

"Your words, not mine."

"...tryouts will be held next session, just ...apply okay?"

"You mean apply and get my uniform too? Understood."

He didn't argue with her, not because he believed in her, but because he was aware that he could not convince her otherwise. Once she had set her mind on something, she would be determined enough to get it- and just like that, the girl made the team's keeper and then the vice-captain. So, yes, he knew what she wanted this time, rather than whom she wanted, but he was not keen on her meddling with such affairs. Especially not Malfoy- it could've been anyone, ANYONE, and she had to reach for the forbidden green apple. Now, he had heard about her little adventures with the blonde, Sprout had explained how Malfoy had defended her, but Cedric had known people like Malfoy, he knew how easily they turned. How they could crush a little innocent puff's heart without a second thought. As much as he wanted to believe the Headmaster, he was somewhat sure that this was mere entertainment for the Slytherin Prince. Often boys play around with toys that are new and rare- she was no toy. She was rare as diamond and as precious as the pollen on the petals of sunflowers, but she was no toy to be thrown out once bored. If she was going to ask him for help-

"Cedric?"

"No."

"What?" She asked, staring at him utterly confused.

"No, I will not help you with Malfoy."

"I...I asked if you could pass me the ink pot."

"Oh." He gasped, cheeks burning at the thought of embarrassing himself. He had exposed himself and shown her his cards and he knew what was coming next.

"But speaking of" she placed the ink pot next to her papers, dipping the quill and leaving it there, "Malfoy~ I need to ask you something."

"Y/N."

"So, he's been avoiding me for a while-"

"You mean ignoring you." He sighed, closing his book and looking at her, "I told you -"

"No. Avoiding. Like ....he's scared and...look I don't want to force anyone, but...I don't want to be left in the dark anymore Cedric. I'm tired of people deciding FOR ME." She pointed at herself rather than at him, "You and Sprout and the rest of the house mean more than anything to me but...I- with him, I mean- you guys, you guys are my home, my family, people who accept me for me-"

"And he does too?" Snapping at her he began to stuff his things in his bag, leaving her wondering why he was so upset, it's not like Malfoy was going to eat her- she just wanted to know the truth, why could no one understand that? So yes, she was going to confront Malfoy, whether Cedric would help her out or not.

A/N: DO not fret, there will be more. Also, I've tagged everyone I could with this poor internet connection, if anyone is left, please tell me. I hope you all like it, thank you for taking out the time to read my mediocre stuff.

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

Hey there! For your finals week event, may I please request prompt 13 ("i don't need anyone else! i just need...you... you're all i need"), with Zoro? She/her pronouns. :) thank you!

note: well of course! some zoro fluff coming right up for you! :)

♡: female reader. 1,100+ words. sfw content.

“zoro, what the hell did you do now?”

sanji’s bitter tone had the swordsman grimacing where he stood, darting his gaze behind him to where sanji was drawing closer.

immediately ignoring him, zoro continues on the path down the busy street not even bothering to slow his pace. sanji grumbles, pulling the wagon full of groceries behind him even faster to catch up.

“i just saw y/n out walking by herself! why aren’t you shopping with her? didn’t she ask you to go with her?” sanji asks, biting back a more hurtful attitude.

zoro can feel the vein in his forehead popping, sanji never knew when to mind his damn business when it came to you. “she said it was okay,” is all zoro says before entering a small swords shop, browsing their collection.

as always, sanji doesn’t know when to take a hint and follows him in. “so you just left her? you’ve been her boyfriend for how long and you still ditch her every chance you get?” sanji growls, his own jealousy interlacing in.

“if you want to fight about it, we can fight about it,” zoro bites back, his hand flying to his hip.

“i don’t need to fight you. when sweet y/n-swan dumps you for treating her so badly, she’ll have no choice but to realize that i am everything she needs and come running into my open loving arms.” sanji smiles, quickly making his way to the exit.

the thought alone has zoro feeling queasy.

sanji was always at your beck and call, just as he was for every pretty girl that crossed his path. but the minute you announced your relationship with zoro, it was like a switch flipped in sanji’s brain.

suddenly he was more doting, charming, and obsessive than he had ever been.

you were always quick to assure zoro that he was the guy for you, and even when it was met with an avoidant blushing mess of a boyfriend, you would giggle and love him just the same.

zoro exits the store, making sure that sanji was actually gone, and follows the path he had seen you take earlier that day. maybe he should’ve just stuck with you today, maybe sanji wouldn’t have been up his ass so much, sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

“damnit, where the hell did she—” the sight before him causes him to stop in his confused tracks.

sanji hands you a bouquet of flowers, smiling widely down at you as you mirror his expression, accepting the gift right away. he wastes no time guiding you through the busy street, his hand finding the small of your back.

zoro stands there, his chest feels weirdly tight, almost as if he could faint. he watches you walk in the opposite direction until you’re out of sight, lost within the sea of people with that stupid cook.

after a couple of wrong turns and dead ends, zoro finds his way back to the sunny, not bothering to acknowledge his crewmates on the way in. he lightly knocks on the door to the infirmary, hearing a quiet, ‘come in’ in response.

“well your heart and lungs sound good. maybe you’re experiencing a bit of heat stroke symptoms, you should lay down for a while just to be safe,” chopper advises, his stethoscope roaming over zoro’s bare chest.

“you’re welcome to stay here, i’ll have y/n stop by to check on you soon!” chopper smiles, hauling his backpack over his shoulder and leaving the room before zoro can protest to a single word.

he sighs, slumping down onto the bed. his chest continued to ache; it was almost unbearable. he had never experienced something like this before, the way this pain felt was strange.

his mind flashes back to the image of you and sanji together from earlier; how that idiot smiled at you, it made zoro sick.

a light tap against the door and zoro peaks his eye open, your silhouette stands in the doorway, the sun from outside highlighting your frame.

“chopper? are you in? i have—zoro?” you question, seeing your boyfriend sprawled out on the infirmary's bed. “what are you doing here? are you hurt?”

zoro’s jaw clenches when he sees the flowers from earlier still in your hand, turning over so he’s facing the wall. “i’m fine,” he blankly states, “just a little tired is all.”

for a moment there’s silence and pain in his chest grows at the thought of you leaving him alone. but then the bed dips underneath the shifting of weight and you place your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb soothingly in a circular motion. “anything i could help with?” you sweetly propose.

he glances back at you, your eyes bright and big, just as they always were. “no,” he plainly whispered, “can you just leave me alone?”

but you know better.

you situate yourself on the bed so you’re able to get a better look at his face; he’s tense, almost aggravated about something. “you’re a bad liar,” you reply.

he knows that you see right through him, he could never lie to you. zoro sits up, refusing to make eye contact, his arms folded over his chest as he lets out a heavy breath. “why are we together y/n?” his voice is quiet, almost incomprehensible, but you heard every word. “what?”

the question itself is not what shocks you, it’s the fact that he is the one asking it. but he won’t ask again, and you know that.

you hold out your hand counting out your answers, “well because we love each other, and we make each laugh—”

zoro shakes his head, “no, i mean…” he bites the inside of his cheek, “what if you needed someone else…more than me?” he admits, his cheeks-stained red.

your laughter cannot be contained as you almost fall off the bed, your sound echoing off the walls of the room. zoro flinches, annoyed and embarrassed that you’d react in such a way to this.

“what’s so funny?!” he yells, watching your face turn bright red just like his, but for a different reason.

“i don’t need anyone else…” you say in between fits of laughter, “i just need…you.” tears stream down your face, pain in your side growing stronger, “you’re all i need,” you finally say as you regain calmness.

zoro stares at you in disbelief, but he can feel the pain alleviating in his chest as you pull him in for a quick peck. he smiles for the first time all day before noticing the flowers from before.

“then who are those flowers for?” he adds, pretending to be nonchalant about them.

“chopper! it’s the anniversary of him joining the crew today,” you smile, watching his mouth form an ‘o’ shape.

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#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #one piece #one piece x reader

[babiebom]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place(i)

A/N: literally the premise of this fic took over my daydream and I had to write it. Will not be as good as my daydream was because the dialogue my brain came up with made me cry and I cannot for the life of me remember it so this is second best<3

Tw: cursing, murder, kidnapping,physical abuse, pregnancy, mental abuse, verbal abuse, gore, blood, Stockholm syndrome, racism/slurs

Wc:1.8k

Next Masterlist

It’s easy to fall into traps when you can barely see in front of you. And it’s easy to see just how obvious those traps were when you look back. To Evangeline the bright red flags that were waving in her face had to be transparent with the way she stared at the man in front of her. She had always been the confident type, her beauty was something that couldn’t be questioned, and everyone around her knew it. So when men flirted or chatted her up, she reciprocated, always making it known that they had no chance of bedding her. She was flirty, yes, but not so loose that she would sleep around with just any guy that sent a poorly executed wink her way.

That is, until him. Johnny Slaughter was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. The very sight of a man that women in the south dreamed of when they wanted to have a wet dream. His charm, and looks meant that her confidence stood no chance against him and what he wanted. And at that moment, what he wanted was her. The more he flirted with her, the more she could feel herself falling into his web, and for some reason no alarm bells went off in her head. Or maybe they did and she just mistook them for wedding bells.

She slept with him that very first day, let him get to know her in every meaning of the word. And he was sweet, those first couple of weeks. Took her out on dates, let her meet his weird family, told her that she was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

Until he convinced her to move in. Sweet words, golden promises, a cheap ring that made her fall deeper for the Texan man without any other thought. It didn’t take too much longer after that for Johnny to show his true colors.

Lashing out, throwing things. It scared her the first time he took a vase from the shelf and flung it into the wall across the room. Evangeline couldn’t help but scream at how quickly he moved. But he still didn’t touch her, not then. He apologized for his actions, said he just got upset and didn’t know what to do about it. She forgave him after he peppered her tear stained face with kisses, figuring that everyone had their quirks. She grew up with a dad that was similar; he punched holes in the walls and smashed things when angry. He never put his hands on her mother, and that’s what she clung on to every time that Johnny got upset, she prayed he would be like her father and kept his hands off her.

Her prayers went unanswered. One day the man grabbed her instead of an object that he could break, and he threw her into the wall. He screams and screams, standing over her with a red face and spit flying out of his mouth. She doesn’t even remember what she did to make him upset, so she screams back at him, cursing his name and making a scene that now looking back she wished she had that same personality that had been lost.

She left after that, packing up her stuff and moving into a crappy little apartment that she could afford on her own. It took Johnny three weeks to come and apologize, reeling her in with honey dipped words and promises that he spent the three weeks they spent apart working on himself. Again, ignoring the red flags, she believed him and allowed herself to reenter a relationship with him. It was as if they had restarted to the beginning of their relationship when everything was hidden behind rose colored glasses. Happy with her life, she fell deeper for the man that somehow proved that he could change even though an entire month hadn’t passed.

She ignored the people whispering their doubts in her ear, moving faster than she had in her relationship with him than she did before. They had already been together for a while, right? They didn’t need to slow down; they were obviously on the right track. He convinces her to move in together again, this time into his family’s home.

She hated living with the Sawyers, their weird diet and secrecy put her off from wanting to maintain an actual relationship with them. She begged Johnny to move out into their own place, or at least with his mother, but he refused. His mother had left somewhere and since she didn’t like Evangeline, and wasn't supportive of their relationship, the two were not allowed to live together in her house.

Soon, she found out exactly why he had hid his family from her before. A girl had burst into the room she shared with Johnny, bloody with a crazed look in her eyes. She grabbed Evangeline roughly, screaming and swinging at her, going on about her friends being murdered and it being the fault of this family or something. Evangeline couldn’t do anything but scream, taken by surprise and unable to fight against pure adrenaline.

She kicks the girl and screams, confused as Nubbins bursts into the room laughing loudly. “Found ‘er!” He yelled down to the family below. When Johnny comes in he rips the girl away from Evangeline, unlike Nubbins who was amused with what was happening. The girl is taken out of the room by Nubbins and Johnny as Evangeline lies there on the ground, bruised and scratched, bleeding from the cuts she received.

It took a week for her to ask, and still he didn’t answer totally, not until she wandered into the basement and found Bubba cutting up someone as if they were an animal he had slaughtered. She threw up loudly, causing Bubba to spin around and panic that she was in the room. Everything after this just got worse.

Johnny reverted back to being abusive now that he had nothing to hide. Didn’t slowly escalate like last time, just went straight into beating Evangeline. It was worse than before, choking her until she passed out, punching her until her eyes were puffy. All the while he laughed and taunted her, that she couldn’t break up with him now, he owned her now, they could never let her go because of what she’s seen. It’s either submit or die.

It’s months of this, a year of this. Of being beaten and taunted and manipulated. They didn’t allow her to leave, and because she willingly moved in with him no one would report her as missing. Her friends experienced her disappearing before, and so has her family, last time she was in a relationship with him.

Things start to look up when she starts throwing up, when she starts showing signs of pregnancy. It’s not surprising in the least to her, unable to access birth control and Johnny’s hatred of using condoms when plowing into her. She’s surprised that it took this long for her to get knocked up by him. And as her pregnancy progresses every time she looks at her face in the mirror she is disappointed at the person she sees.

It takes being beaten by him two more times while she’s carrying his child that she realizes that in the course of this relationship she has changed completely. Gone is the girl that could laugh freely, that was confident and unwavering. Johnny had stripped her of her personality and crushed her down into whoever he wanted her to be. So she starts planning, using the tiny bit of determination she had left, she needed to better herself if she’s going to be a parent. No one wants to raise their child in this type of environment.

Her plan goes into motion quicker than she expects with the return of Johnny’s mother. The woman at first is angry that he managed to get Evangeline pregnant, saying she doesn’t want a grandchild that is half negro because he decided to fuck some coon. Then as time passes the woman comes around to being happy that she was getting a grandchild and started being the monster-in-law from hell. Every day is spent with Nancy telling Evangeline just how happy she’s going to be when the baby is born and old enough for them to get rid of her. That Johnny will no longer need her after the baby is born because when her body changes the man will be disgusted with her and won’t want to stick his dick in her anymore. That they’ll easily get rid of her and her baby will be raised by Nancy herself, and there’s nothing Evangeline can do about it because Johnny will always side with his mother, and will cut out her tongue faster than she can disrespect Nancy in any way.

Luckily the whole stupid family trusts her to cook, and because Sissy hadn’t kept her gardening secrets an actual secret, Evangeline knows exactly how to knock out the entire house. It isn’t uncommon for her to refuse to eat, and since Nancy isn’t living in the Sawyer house she doesn’t have anyone looking over her shoulder, everyone believing that she was completely broken. When everyone falls asleep she takes off into the night, driving away in her car that had gone unused for a while.

She stops at her mothers house, crying that she was leaving and needed money to get away. Her mother helps, happy enough to help her get away from the guy the entire family had hated from the beginning. Letting her pack clothes, her documents and other things and letting her get away while the moon is still high in the sky.

This is how she finds herself now, on a train to Florida with no way to find her. As the train pulls away, she can feel herself shed so much tension that she feels almost weightless. As far as her eyes can see, no one around her recognizes her, and as far as she knows the only person that knows that she’s leaving is her mother, and to be careful she doesn’t even tell her mother where she’s going, having decided the second she got to the train station.

Roseville, Florida is similar to Texas with the heat. The familiar feel of the sun in the sky makes her feel better, though she hates the heat it’s what she’s used to and no one would think that she didn’t go across the country when in reality she just went a couple states over. The little house that she is renting is a little expensive, a couple of blocks away from a beach and a little diner, close to a bus stop and a grocery store. She feels herself growing in hope, the thought of a new life makes her want to scream out in joy.

Johnny didn’t care enough to find her, that’s what she knows for sure, and so I’m her mind there is nothing that can go wrong now. She’s safe, happy, and expecting a baby in six more months. Things are finally looking up.

#texas chainsaw massacre fic #Texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw game #Tcm #tcm game #tcm game fic #tcm johnny #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight ghostface #dbd ghostface #the ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #danny jed olsen johnson

[corrodedbisexual]

Communication is key

Steddie | M | ~4.7k | AO3 link

Featuring: Fluff, POV Alternating, Developing Relationship, Sharing Clothes, Self-Discovery, Insecurity, Communication, Dom/sub Undertones, Non-Sexual Submission, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Tickling, Laughter, Boys Kissing, Cuddling, Soft dom Steve Harrington, Inexperienced Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's good boy

Eddie takes a deep breath, reminds himself that he survived nearly becoming dinner for a swarm of bloodthirsty demobats. He can do this. “How much do you know about BDSM, Steve?” The boys brave through the mortifying ordeal of discussing their newfound sex dynamic.

By popular request in the comments, a non-smutty part 3 of Steve Harrington's unexpected soft dom awakening is here 🥰 (with a promise of more smut to come because what can I do... they live in my brain now)

***

Steve’s not sure how long they’ve been lying there quietly, on his couch, tangled together underneath the blanket. Eddie’s still half on top of him, head tucked underneath Steve’s chin. Steve can feel the boy’s slightly damp breaths on his skin. 

He’s heavy, but it’s not an unpleasant weight. Comfortable. Grounding. Steve could really get used to this; and it's not just that he's been feeling terribly touch-starved lately. He's not so desperate as to be jumping at the first opportunity of cuddling with someone. But with Eddie... it feels kind of perfect. And there's something about him, about how Steve felt being intimate with him, that makes him want to wrap his arms around the boy and never let him out of his sight again. It's probably not healthy to suddenly feel so dangerously possessive of someone after a couple of orgasms. Right?

Lost in his own thoughts, Steve assumes Eddie has drifted off; until he hears his voice, quiet, uncertain behind the humorous bravado.

“You freaking out yet, or should I wait a few more minutes?”

Steve frowns. 

“What do you mean?”

The weight lifts off his chest; Eddie shifts, tries to roll onto his back and yelps, losing his balance on the edge of the couch. Luckily, Steve’s reflexes are quick enough to catch him by the waist and pull him back in.

“My savior,” Eddie giggles in his face. 

“You’re welcome,” Steve replies, grinning, a bit stunned by the boy’s shy smile in front of him. It’s really pretty. Not the kind he usually shows in public, teasing and making fun of everyone and everything around him, although Steve wouldn’t call him not pretty when he does that either. But it’s these soft, unreserved smiles directed right at him keep doing funny things to Steve’s stomach. Kind of like being at the top of a rollercoaster, anticipating the big drop. 

He shifts as deep into the couch as he can, rolling onto his side so there’s enough space for Eddie to lie on his back next to him. 

Steve watches the side of his face for a moment. Eddie really is genuinely attractive, he thinks; kind of baffling how girls in school were always chasing after some of his jock ex-friends, at least half of whom, to be fair, didn’t offer much to look at, when Eddie was right there. Although from what Steve has put together over the past week, without Eddie explicitly saying it out loud, he likely wouldn’t care much for their attentions.  

“So… you were saying..?” He nudges Eddie’s foot with his own.

Eddie’s eyes dart towards him, then back up to the ceiling. He throws an arm behind his neck, resting his head on it; thankfully, it’s the one closer to the edge of the couch, or he probably would have accidentally elbowed Steve in the face. 

“I mean…” He looks uncertain, struggling with his words. “You hooked up with a guy. Twice now. That doesn’t bother you?”

Right. Steve has been expecting that question sooner or later. He’s not sure what he would have said if Eddie had asked him a week ago; luckily, he’s had time to think about it. He had a suspicion guys don’t normally rank other guys around them on their attractiveness. 

“Bother is probably the wrong word. It’s… different.” Steve rests his palm on Eddie’s chest, fingers brushing through the rare hairs there; Eddie’s not as hairy as himself, but it’s still there, one of many reminders the naked body next to him isn’t a girl’s. And that’s not a bad thing. It is different. Still hot, though. 

Steve looks up and meets Eddie’s eyes; his eyebrows are raised, like he expects Steve to elaborate. 

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you," Steve says honestly, shrugging with one shoulder, the one not currently trapped between couch cushions. “I wish I could say I meditated on this for five hours and came up with some striking revelation. I didn’t.”

Eddie chuckles, head rolling back again. He watches Steve’s hand trace random patterns on his chest, looking pensive; Steve can’t tell what Eddie might be thinking. He wishes he could be more reassuring. Better at saying words, putting what he’s feeling into them. He’s never been good at that. 

His hand drifts to the edge of Eddie’s chest, dips into his armpit. The hair’s longer and thicker there, where girls would usually shave it clean. Because they are supposed to, apparently. Steve remembers locker room talk, some guys laughing at a girl in their class whose biggest crime was walking around with hairy armpits. He found it kind of hypocritical; what’s wrong with girls having hair in places where it naturally grows? 

He idly runs his fingers through the hairs, brushing the soft skin underneath, and Eddie squirms. 

“Hey. I’m ticklish, and I kick.”

“Sorry,” Steve grins, moving his hand back to Eddie’s chest. “Got distracted.”

“By my pit hair? ” Eddie stares at him, eyebrows up to his fringe. 

“Everything about you is distracting,” Steve replies earnestly. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters under his breath, turning away, failing to conceal his goofy smile. “Still not sure how I stumbled into this parallel universe in which Ste-e-eve Harrington finds me distracting, but you won’t hear me complaining, I guess.”

Steve snorts.

“We’re all in a parallel universe now, dude. Somewhere out there, there’s a version of me that… I don’t know, is off to college or something. Maybe hasn’t fucked things up with Nance. But I’m here, and… well. Life’s kind of insane here.” 

Steve wraps his arm around Eddie and settles more comfortably against him. He looks at one of the jagged scars above his hip, bigger and rougher than Steve’s own. Proofs that their nightmares are real. 

“So you ask me if this bothers me, and…” He chuckles. “You know what, I’d probably be bothered if I was suddenly attracted to demogorgons. Or Vecna.”

“Ew.” Eddie wrinkles his nose.

“Exactly. This, though? I don’t know. Feels normal. And the sex is… yeah, we should probably talk about it, but, I mean. Wow.” He mimes mind blown, then grins, seeing Eddie’s face. “You’re so fucking cute when you blush.”

“I have a feeling I’m gonna be doing that a lot with you around.” Eddie sighs, but he looks genuinely amused more than embarrassed.

“Feel free to, anytime,” Steve grins, leaning in to kiss Eddie. Just to check that he can, and… with the way Eddie opens up to him right away, yeah. He totally can. 

And he meant it, they should have a conversation about the rest of it, because honestly, while he’s not that weirded out by being attracted to Eddie, it’s… certain things he feels, when they’re intimate, that confuse him. But maybe they should get dressed for that, actually, because he’s not sure if he can keep that conversation going with Eddie’s naked body leaning into him under the blanket. 

Besides… he’s actually kind of hungry. And he needs to pee.

“Hey,” he says, pulling back from Eddie’s lips; Eddie’s eyelids flutter before he opens his eyes, looking a bit dazed. Steve’s grumbling stomach gives him just enough willpower not to push the man into the cushions and ravage him. “You hungry?”

“Uh. Yeah, I guess, I could eat.”

“Okay, come on then.” Steve runs his knuckles softly across Eddie’s cheek. “I’ll make us something.”

“I’m gonna need to borrow some clean boxers.” Eddie’s eyes dart down, at his own skull-patterned boxers peeking above Steve's waistline. “Quid pro quo, I guess.”

Steve smiles, sitting up and scrambling off the couch. He’s still wearing his jeans, but Eddie’s mostly naked, trying to wrap the blanket around himself like a makeshift toga.

“What, you suddenly shy?” Steve grins at him teasingly. 

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“No, I just look fucking ridiculous with my dick hanging out and my socks still on.”

“So lose the socks,” Steve jokes, finding his own T-shirt behind the couch and tugging it on, then turning and heading towards the stairs. 

Grumbling something under his nose, like ��Jesus fucking Christ’ and ‘will be the death of me’, Eddie picks up his own clothes, scattered all around the living room; then, he follows Steve upstairs, stepping on the edges of the blanket and stumbling every few steps.

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#this is a repost bc previous post still refuses to show up in tags #steddie #steddie fic #fanfic #steve harrington's unexpected soft dom awakening series #misha-bawlins fanfic #shusda

[itsmnee]

day 8: going on a date

nsfwish

“Y’know, we’ve never really been on a date,” Naruto said, mouth dipping into a frown as he turned onto his side to look at Sasuke. “I mean, we go places and stuff, but it’s all the same sorts of things we did before we were dating. Why haven’t you taken me on a fancy date, jerk?”

Sasuke started to rub his hand over his forehead, then remembered it was sticky and grimaced, hunting around for something to wipe it off with. “You just fucked my brains out and now you’re complaining I haven’t taken you somewhere nice?”

“Yeah, and?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one taking me out, dumbass?”

“Why, Sasuke, I didn’t expect you to subscribe to such antiquated ways of thinking.” Naruto gave a disappointed shake of his head, laughing when Sasuke thwacked him with a pillow. “C’mon, seriously. I wanna get dressed up and—”

“Go to some snobby upscale place where they have tiny portion sizes that you’ll spend the rest of the night complaining about?”

Naruto jutted his bottom lip out in a pout and Sasuke sighed. “Fine.”

“You’re the best!” Naruto squeezed him into a hug, rolling them from side-to-side on their bed. “I love you so much, baby.”

“Don’t baby me,” Sasuke muttered, pinching Naruto’s inner thigh and smirking when he jumped.

“You liked it a few minutes ago.” Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s wrist, pinning it above his head as he settled on top of him and lowered his mouth to Sasuke’s ear. “When I was inside of you.”

Sasuke shivered and turned his head, brushing his lips against Naruto’s. “Yeah, I did."

And just like that, Naruto was lost, the preceding conversation wiped from his mind as soon as he tasted Sasuke's lips again.

***

One month later

Naruto eyed the navy blue suit hanging next to their full-length mirror. “What’s this?”

“Your outfit.”

“For wh—” Naruto froze when he caught sight of Sasuke leaning against the doorframe to the adjoining bathroom. He was dressed in a suit of his own, perfectly tailored and complete with a silk waistcoat. Everything from his shirt to the myriad of rings on his fingers and ears were black, save only for his cufflinks: one red and white fan, one red whirlpool. A matching set was laid out on the dresser for Naruto.

"Fucking hell, you look…" Naruto walked up to him, fingering one of the suit's lapels. "When did you get this?"

"A couple of weeks ago." Sasuke let out an amused snort as Naruto continued to check him out, far too preoccupied with how good Sasuke looked to consider why he was dressed up in the first place. "You totally forgot, didn't you?"

"Hm?" Naruto’s hand slid down Sasuke’s arm, his thumb tracing reverent circles over the whirlpool cufflink. "Forgot what?"

Sasuke caught Naruto's hand in his and smiled, soft and fond. “Let’s go on a date, usuratonkachi.”

#snsmonth22 #snsmonth22nsfw #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #bymnee #it's short and random but I'm tired ok

[lcvernat]

In The Stars | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: The stars almost look as beautiful as your girlfriend, but nothing would ever shine quite as bright as she once did.

Word Count: 1.4k

Content Warnings: heavy angst, mention of alcohol, natasha is dead (sorry ☹️), a lot of grief, just very depressing so please be warned, sort of a bittersweet ending

A/N: i was in an angsty mood, sorry not sorry. although this is my first fully angst fic i’ve wrote here so there’s a first for everything i suppose. also the date is based on the wiki so if it’s wrong don’t come for me pls. love y’all, enjoy (or not).

16th October, 2024

One year. It had been one year since you and Natasha had went to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone, and only you had come back, stone in hand but missing a piece of your heart. Truthfully, it felt like it had been longer. A million years had passed for you. A million years since you last heard her laugh, since you last saw her smile. You question if it was even worth it.

You don’t think it was. She died for a world that would only ever see her as evil, a world that didn’t deserve her. She brought back people who hated on her, and she had left you behind. You didn’t care if people thought you were selfish, because she was the only person on this earth who had made you believe that maybe life wasn’t so bad. You’d give everything up just to touch her again.

Sometimes you felt like you were the only one to mourn her. When it was Tony, everyone grieved for weeks. It was all over the news, everyone in the world knew about it and grieved for him. A funeral was held.

Natasha didn’t get that. Your star, the one person who had made you feel appreciated and loved, didn’t get that. Granted, the rest of the Avengers were sad for a couple of weeks. Clint, he was sad for awhile, considering she was his best friend, but he had got his family back and he had eventually moved on. Everyone had moved on and it was as if she had never even existed.

The rational part of your brain knows that’s not true, all of the Avengers had lost her, and they had all grieved for her, but they eventually moved on. Like everyone says you’re supposed to. You don’t know how to move on. Whoever said it gets easier with time was wrong, it doesn’t. The anger and grief take over your heart, destroying everything that ever made you happy, and it stays there forever. Sometimes it’s only a dull ache, other times it hurts so bad all you can do is scream and cry until your throat is raw and you have no more tears left.

You had nowhere to go after the battle. The compound was destroyed, along with all of yours and Natasha’s belongings. You would never be able to smell her scent on her hoodies again. Clint had kindly allowed you to stay in the guest room of his home as long as you needed, which you were thankful for, but you knew he was only doing it for Natasha. You had never really been close to any of the Avengers except Nat.

You were overstaying your welcome at this point, it had been a year, and you should probably find your own place. Especially because waking up everyday to see Clint happy with his wife and kids filled you with a resentment you wish wasn’t there. He deserved to be happy with his family, Natasha wanted that, you should want that. But nowadays you wanted no one to be happy, you wanted people to feel what you were feeling every day.

Taking a swig of your beer, you stare up at the stars, an activity you and Natasha had loved to do together, from the Barton’s front step.

Natasha would hate to see you like this. Your life a mess, reliant on her best friend and his family, still hurting even though it had been a year. You close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath, before quickly reopening them. Every time you closed them all you were met with was the sight of her lifeless body at the bottom of a cliff.

The tears silently fall down your face as you search for the brightest star. When you find it, your lips tilt up in the slightest hint of a smile. Even though the brightest star in the universe would still never compare to Natasha’s smile, you found solace in looking at it each night, pretending it was her.

“Hey, Natty,” you whisper into the silence of the night, “I miss you. A lot. I hope you’re happy, wherever you are,” your voice cracks, and you bite your lip as you stifle a sob. You don’t want to be too loud, since it’s almost midnight and everyone is asleep, “I hope you aren’t worrying about me. I hope you’re laughing instead at the state I’m in, that’d help a lot, knowing you’re making fun of me,” you chuckle weakly before sighing, “why’d you have to do it? Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time? Why do you always get everything you want? I have all of these questions, and you aren’t here to answer them,” you let your words settle into the air, hoping they’re reaching her wherever she is, as you pick up a stone by your foot and throw it across the grass.

“It should’ve been me. You had people who loved you, who cared for you. I still remember the faces of your parents and Yelena as I told them that you were dead. I still remember Lila’s face when I told her that her auntie was never going to come back. I had no one, Natasha,” you breathed, “no one. I only had you. And now you’re gone. I don’t,” you cut off abruptly as the pain becomes too much. You’re fully sobbing now, all care of being quiet long gone. You lean forward, your hands covering your face as you whisper meekly, “I don’t have anyone anymore.”

“You have me,” Clint’s quiet voice sounds at the doorway. You’re not surprised you woke him up, but you don’t have the effort to turn around as you quietly cry into your hands, your shoulders shaking at the force of it.

You hear him sigh before the creaking of the wood below you tells you that he’s walking towards you. He sits down beside you. No one says anything for a few minutes. He doesn’t look at you and you don’t look at him.

“You know,” Clint sighs, breaking the silence, “she loved you a lot. I think she somehow loved you more than a normal human is capable of loving. Her love for you was bigger than the whole universe,” he still doesn’t look at you as he continues, “I don’t know how but, the night before the time heist, she knew that something was going to go wrong. That we weren’t all going to make it out alive. She told me that if anything happened to her, that I make sure that you’ll be okay. Of course, I thought she was just being overprotective, but I promised her anyway,” he finally looks at you then, “I won’t break my promise. I know we didn’t talk much before, and even now, we still don’t talk all that often. And I get it, I do. I don’t know what you saw that night, but I know losing her wasn’t easy on you. It wasn’t easy on me either, and God does it still hurt. I still cry when I look at old photos of us together, she was the most amazing person ever and she deserved so much better than the shitty life she was given. You made her life better Y/N. Don’t be mad because she died protecting you, because I know you’d do the same for her,”

He was right. You nod but don’t say anything as the tears continue to flow.

“I will help you through this, Y/N. Whatever way you need to, however long it takes, but I will stay by your side throughout it all. Natasha wouldn’t want you to waste your life mourning her. She’d want you to live your life and enjoy every single moment of it. And someday you’ll learn to be able to think about her with a smile on your face, okay?”

You nod again before you feel him wrap his arms around you. You lean into him as you continue to cry, but you notice vaguely that it hurts a tiny bit less. Your eyes stray up again to the star, and you know that Clint is right. Natasha would want you to move on and live your life to the fullest. You would never forget her, but hopefully, as Clint said, one day you’ll be able to think about her and feel a sense of comfort instead of the sharp, stabbing pain you’ve grown accustomed to.

You’d see her again eventually, but for now, she’s the brightest star in the sky, guiding you along a path you once thought was dark, twisted and with no end, but now a small spark of hope has been lit inside of you that maybe there is really a light at the end of the tunnel.

I’ll be okay, you promise her.

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