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asdfghjklmals · 5 months

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CRAVINGS✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. mentions of sex and suggestiveness at the end. WORD COUNT: 2.9k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend’s pregnancy cravings keep her up at night and she ends up waking up satoru because of it. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this all started because i was craving fried chicken. i love writing for pregnant oc gojo girlfriend. she is just so funny. 🤭 consider this my late happy birthday fic for satoru. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

toss. turn. toss. turn.

you felt satoru’s arm twitch as you kept tossing and turning in his embrace. the half-asleep sorcerer opened his eyes as they adjusted to the dark to look at you.

“you okay?” he asked as he murmured into the crevice of your neck.

he brought your body closer to his chest, stroking your cheek gently. you sighed, embarrassed to tell him what was running through your mind. your emotions have been all over the place during your pregnancy, so you were feeling vulnerable. pregnancy hormones were no joke.

you pouted your lips at him, “if i tell you, will you promise not to laugh at me?”

“why would i laugh at you?” satoru scoffed in disbelief. he reassured your feelings like he always did, “i know it’s been getting harder for you to sleep since baby gojo is growing so big and strong in your belly… so, tell me what’s wrong sweetheart.”

you pursed your lips and hesitated before leaning towards satoru’s ear to whisper to him. this was normal… right?

“satoru, baby gojo is violently craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

and you had to have it now.

satoru laid back down on his back and dropped his head on his pillow, he turned his head to stare back at you. he then glanced at his phone on the glass nightstand beside him, checking the time. all he knew was that it was an ungodly hour of the night.

3:42 am.

“right now?” he asked, “like… baby gojo doesn’t want it for breakfast instead?”

you frowned at your baby daddy and gave him your best puppy dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t say no to.

“yes, right now. for like… a midnight snack.” you replied with a twinge of guilt, “—but it’s okay, babe. i can make it myself. i know you have work in the morning.”

you turned away from satoru so you could roll over on your side of the bed to attempt to sit up. you could feel baby gojo kicking your side, happy that you were moving around at this time of night. your baby had always been extremely active while you were supposed to be sleeping.

“no, babe—” satoru interrupted you as he grabbed your arm, “i’ll get you—i mean—baby gojo a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. you stay here.”

you smiled sweetly at him and caressed his cheek, giving him an appreciative kiss.

satoru gojo would do anything for you, even if that meant he had to get out of bed at 3:42am to make his pregnant girlfriend a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he had to wake up for work at six in the morning.

satoru took a deep breath and swung his long legs out of the warm and comfortable duvet. he rubbed his face with the palm of his hands before hopping out of the bed and into the kitchen.

even though you really wanted that peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you did feel bad that you woke satoru up on a work night. ever since shoko told him that all your cravings needed to be satisfied since that’s what his baby wanted to eat, he was always at your beck and call.

this wasn’t the first time the white haired sorcerer had to fulfill a ridiculous craving of yours. you’ve asked for extra crispy fried chicken in the middle of the night, finished large tubs of lactose-free ice cream, and would make the world’s spiciest noodles even though your heartburn was amplified tenfold during this pregnancy. you told satoru that you were going to eat whatever you wanted if you were gonna be having his baby.

you got up slowly from the bed, feeling your baby shift in your belly. small kicks attacked your left side as you laughed at your active baby. you opened the door of your bedroom to peek into the kitchen.

satoru was standing in front of the fancy digital toaster that megumi had bought him (with your credit card) for father’s day this year. satoru loved high tech gadgets, and knowing him, he always had to have the best in everything… even toasters.

you watched as your sleepy and shirtless boyfriend popped two pieces of whole grain bread into the toaster, grabbing the smooth peanut butter from the pantry and the sweet strawberry jelly from the fridge. your household had two types of peanut butter on hand at all times, one smooth and one chunky. satoru and megumi liked the chunky while you and tsumiki preferred the smooth.

you wrapped yourself in your robe and stepped out into the kitchen. you walked over to satoru, who’s cheek was resting in the palm of his hand, his elbow supporting him on the kitchen counter. he was waiting for your bread to finish toasting.

you snaked your arms around his bare chest, your belly preventing you from hugging him as tightly as you actually wanted to. you rested your cheek on his back.

“what are you doing out here, sweetheart?” satoru asked softly as he peeked behind his shoulder, “i was going to bring the sandwich to you.”

“i don’t want crumbs in our bed.” you replied innocently, “—and i just wanted to watch you.”

satoru turned to you and grinned, “a little creepy, but i like that.”

you glared at him playfully as he snuck a kiss on your cheek. you clung to his side as you watched him spread the peanut butter and jelly onto the perfectly toasted bread. he cut the sandwich into triangles, just how you liked it.

you sat across the kitchen island in the barstool, admiring your boyfriend’s shirtless figure. you laughed knowing that satoru would definitely be considered a ‘dilf’ once your baby was born.

he slid the plate to you and watched as your eyes lit up. he could practically see the stars dancing in your eyes. you were drooling over the sandwich that you were craving so violently just a moment ago.

you took a bite as the peanut butter, jelly, and toasted bread married flavors into your mouth. you swore you haven’t had such a delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich before this moment.

“is it that good?” satoru chuckled. he was honestly curious. you could be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich spokesperson with the way you were eating that sandwich.

you licked your lips and your strawberry jellied fingers, replying with a mouth full of sandwich, “yes, thank you. baby gojo is so happy, babe. they’re doing somersaults in my stomach right now.”

satoru laughed at your ridiculous reply before swiping crumbs off your bottom lip with his thumb. he turned around to grab an empty glass cup from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water. he slid the glass over to you.

“thank you.” you said with a smile before downing the glass of water.

satoru had always been an attentive boyfriend, but ever since he found out you were pregnant, he did all he could to be there for you in any way, shape, or form. he was present and involved, you couldn’t ask for a better partner. you couldn’t wait to see him be a father to your baby.

satoru patiently watched as you finished your last bite of your sandwich. you pushed yourself off of the barstool and took your plate to the sink, washing away the crumbs from your hands and plate.

he leaned against the kitchen counter, satisfied with himself, arms folded, “anything else before we head back to bed, sweetheart?”

with no hesitation, you blurted out, “baby gojo wants a hot chocolate.”

satoru blinked twice. at this moment, his baby was craving the most random things. he couldn’t even believe it. this was worse than when he went to buy you fried chicken in the middle of the night. you made sure you put the emphasis on ‘extra crispy’ and if it wasn't extra crispy, he couldn't come home.

“really, babe?” he asked, “you really want a hot chocolate? when was the last time you drank hot chocolate?”

you gave him the puppy dog eyes again, “it’s not me. it’s the baby—can you use the lactose-free milk?”

he stood in front of you and bent down to eye-level with your belly and pointed at your belly button.

“you—baby gojo—are asking for a lot in the middle of the night.” he said to your belly, “it’s a good thing i’m insanely in love with your mommy.”

you felt two kicks from baby gojo. you smiled at the sight of satoru talking to your stomach. he loved to speak to baby gojo as if they were already born. you were certain that your baby recognized yours and satoru’s voices because baby gojo would kick, twist, turn and throw punches when they heard satoru’s voice after he would come home from work or when he would stop by your office to escape his students. your baby loved his voice just as much as you did.

you sat back down in the barstool and watched satoru grab a mug from your mug collection. he recently added a pregnancy mug that he was very proud of.

“this is probably the most accurate mug you’ve bought yet.” you giggled. in a bright sparkly pink font, this one read ‘beware, due to the influence of pregnancy hormones, i could burst into tears or kill you in the next two minutes’.

“sometimes, i worry about you,” satoru teased as he poured your lactose-free milk into the mug and stirred a hot chocolate packet into it. “one minute you’re climbing me like a tree and the next you don’t want me to touch you. is that also because of your pregnancy hormones?”

you laughed shamelessly, “yes, sorry, the libido is off the charts some days.”

the white-haired sorcerer thanked god every day for your increased sex drive during your pregnancy. nowadays you were the one who initiated intimacy… and satoru gojo was not going to complain about that.

satoru put the mug of hot chocolate into the microwave to warm it up for you. he turned to face you as you both waited for the microwave to beep.

once the hot chocolate was done being warmed up, he guided you to the living room with the mug in his hand. satoru sat down on the plush white couch and patted the seat next to him, motioning for you to sit with him.

you obliged and made yourself comfortable. he grabbed your legs to put on top of his and handed you your hot chocolate. he draped a blanket on top of your laps. he placed his hand on your thigh and admired the pregnancy glow on your face in the warm and dim living room lights.

a sweet cup of hot chocolate, a handsome man cuddling you, a comfortable couch and warm blanket? what more could you ask for? you enjoyed any quality time with satoru as you got older and busier. quality time was something you’d keep near and dear to your heart, especially knowing that you weren’t going to be alone with him anymore in a short couple of months. baby gojo was going to be joining the circus soon.

“you know what i just realized?” satoru said out of nowhere as you blew on your hot chocolate.

you looked over at him, cocking your head to the side, “what?”

“we didn’t read week 22.” satoru stated. he was always on top of reading the ‘what to expect’ app with you. you watched as he stood up from the couch to quickly grab your phone from the bedroom nightstand for you.

once he returned to the living room, he made himself comfortable next to you again and swiped open your phone to find the app that you used to track baby gojo’s development.

“baby gojo is as big as a papaya.” satoru read, “baby gojo hit a huge milestone and is weighing at a whopping 1 lbs and is measuring 11 inches in length.”

“that’s our big and strong baby.” you cooed, caressing your belly with your free-hand, taking another sip of your hot chocolate.

“baby gojo’s grip, vision, and hearing are all getting stronger now! you might notice a protruding navel—” satoru lifted the blanket to check your belly button. you laughed to find a non-protruding one at the moment.

“—and possibly even bigger feet.” he finished reading. he peeked over to look at your feet.

“they’re just a little swollen.” you frowned.

“at a glance, even though baby gojo’s eyes are sealed shut, they can perceive light and dark now. shine a flashlight on your tummy and see if your little one moves—oh, babe, we have to try that out.”

you watched as satoru got up from the couch again to dig in the kitchen junk drawer for a flashlight.

“you need to clean out that drawer.” you nagged.

satoru brushed off your comment as he returned to your side, “yeah, yeah. i’ll do it later.”

he turned on the flashlight and pointed it directly on your belly. you immediately felt baby gojo move away from the light, surprising you and making you laugh out loud.

“did you feel anything?” satoru asked curiously. unfortunately, he still hasn't been able to feel baby gojo kick yet, you had hoped that he would be able to soon. only you were able to feel movement at the moment.

you nodded with a toothy smily, “yes. seems like our little one doesn’t like the flashlight.”

satoru grinned back at you. he sat back down and continued to read enthusiastically, “baby gojo is starting to hear and process sounds from inside your body so watch what you say… and baby's nervous system is sharpening the five senses, which means little fingers are learning to grab those tiny ears, nose and umbilical cord.”

you watched satoru’s slender fingers scroll slowly through the app. you gasped. your eyes started to well up with tears. you seemed to cry more easily now with the pregnancy hormones.

“satoru… it says my feet might not go back to normal after pregnancy.”

satoru knew exactly what question you'd ask. 'satoru would you still love me if my feet don't go back to normal after i give birth?'

“babe, it’s okay.” satoru wiped your crocodile tears as he comforted you, "and don't worry, i'll still love you."

“—what if i can't fit my shoes anymore?” you continued to frown, taking a sad sip of your hot chocolate.

satoru stroked your head before placing a kiss on your temple. leave it to you for the theatrics, you were his precious drama queen.

“sweetheart, if your feet don’t go back to normal, i’ll buy you every single pair of shoes you own in a new size.”

and satoru gojo could definitely afford to do just that.

you continued to pout as satoru continued to read the app.

“it says you might start experiencing braxton hicks. they’re like practice contractions.” he hummed, “and the app advises to take more magnesium and to work out… and that’s all for this week.”

you nodded, “i’ll call my doctor and ask about the magnesium. that should help with my leg cramps—and about the working out…”

“—we’ve been working out.” satoru commented slyly.

you glanced at him and sipped at your hot chocolate. even though satoru was keeping you company on the couch, he was probably exhausted. you thought that maybe he could call out of work tomorrow… guilty thoughts of keeping him awake filled your head.

“okay, baby gojo—” satoru leaned over to ask your belly, “is that all you’re craving for? last call in the kitchen. daddy wants to go back to sleep now.”

“yes,” you hummed, “—but mommy is craving for something now too.”

satoru squinted at you and booped your nose playfully, “mommy and baby gojo are the same at the moment. if you’re craving it, i’m sure the baby is too.”

“no, this one has nothing to do with the baby, satoru.” you told him confidently, hoping he’d understand.

he cocked his head to the side, wondering what else you could possibly be craving for at this time of night.

“what is it?”

you looked up at satoru with needy eyes before mumbling, “i want you.”

satoru stared at you for a couple seconds before he registered at what you were hinting at.

“oh. ohhhhhhh—i see where you’re going with this—” he grinned before replying to your sly innuendo of a request, “—well, how can i say no to that?”

you laughed out loud as satoru sat up quickly from the couch, taking you by the hand to lead you back to the master bedroom. you sat down on the edge of your bed, satoru towering over you to lean towards your ear.

he whispered, “you have some interesting pregnancy cravings, babe.”

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celiastjamesoscar · 8 months

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Jeans

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been too long since you had Sam, and you desperately needed her.

Warnings: extremely smutty; G!P Sam, blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating press, choking kink. I think that’s it?

AN: first time writing for G!P and second time writing smut 😬 based off of this request! I hope you enjoy it!

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Word Count: 1.3K

“Sammy,” you whined as you approached your girlfriend’s back and wrapped your arms around her, “I miss you.” Sam laughed at your statement and allowed you to give her back hugs while she worked on making dinner. She was currently adding spaghetti noodles into boiling water, and she couldn’t wait to have a nice, relaxed dinner with you.

It was the first time in almost a month that she enjoyed a meal with just you, and she would try her best to make it the best food ever.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. But we’ve been together all day,” Sam replied.

“I know, but I’ve missed you,” you husked in her ear as your hand slowly traveled down her stomach and dipped into her jeans. “Y/N,” she warned, but you continued your traveling hand until you reached the outline of her dick. You rubbed your hand on it through her boxers, and a small whimper left her lips as she gripped the kitchen counter.

“Sam, please. It’s been so long since I’ve had it,” you pleaded as you continued massaging her, and you felt her start to get hard, “I need you.”

“Y/N, we had sex last night,” Sam shuttered as she tried to calm herself. “I know, and it’s been too long. Please, baby, give it to me,” you whimpered as you cupped her bulge and gently squeezed it before pulling your hand out of her pants, and Sam felt her knees weaken at the contact.

With a shaky breath, Sam turned off the stove, pushed off the counter, and turned to face you. Your eyes were lustful, and Sam saw how badly you needed her cock. “Go on then,” Sam stated, and your knees hit the floor before she could finish her sentence. You reached up and unzipped her jeans before pulling them down her thighs.

The bulge was extremely noticeable now as Sam struggled against her boxers. You smirked up at Sam with innocent eyes as you kissed her clothed cock, and you felt Sam’s hand grip the back of your neck as she let out a loan groan. “Come on, don’t tease,” she commanded, and you pulled back to pull her underwear down.

As soon as her boxers were pulled down, her dick sprang up and slapped her lower stomach. You licked Sam’s v-line, and she visibly shuttered when you got close to her dick. “Baby, please. Be a good girl for me,” she pleaded while gripping your hair.

You gripped her base and licked up her shaft to the tip, and you circled your tongue around the red tip that was leaking out pre-cum. You put the tip in your mouth and gave it a quick suck before you placed a few inches in your mouth and sucked. The groan that left Sam’s lips as she gripped your hair tighter only encouraged you to continue, and you started to bob your head up and down as you took the rest of her in your throat.

The sound of you gagging on Sam’s cock echoed throughout the kitchen, along with heavy sighs from Sam. “That’s it, baby. You’re the best,” Sam whimpered in a heavy voice as she guided you on her dick, and you pulled her dick out of your mouth. “Say it again,” you demanded with lustful eyes, and Sam couldn’t help but follow your commands.

“You’re the best,” Sam panted, “Fuck, you’re the best, babe.” Satisfied with her answer, you quickly took her cock back in your mouth as she guided you again.

You knew she was getting close as her body started to tense up, and her pants became more frequent.

“Y/N, don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” Sam exclaimed as she forced you to go faster, causing tears to well in your eyes. You allowed Sam to face-fuck you as her hips started to buck, and with a loud groan, Sam threw her hand back and came down your throat. She held your head close to her hips as her warm cum shot into your mouth and down your throat. You swallowed every ounce she gave you, and you pulled Sam out of your mouth with a ‘pop.’

“How was that?” You asked with a smirk while taking off your shirt and pants. “Fucking amazing,” Sam husked in her dazed state but was pulled back into reality when you started to undress.

When your pants hit the floor, San picked you up and carried you to the kitchen counter. The plates previously led out were pushed to the floor as you wrapped your legs around Sam’s waist. Sam leaned and kissed your lips while she entered two fingers inside you. “Fuck, baby. How are you always this tight?” Sam asked as she moved her hand back and forth, occasionally curling her fingers inside you.

You whined in response and pulled Sam closer to you, “I don’t want your fingers, Sam. I want your cock inside me.”

Sam laughed at your statement and pulled her fingers out of you. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked off your juices before grabbing her dick and lining up with your entrance that was begging for her. Without any hesitation, Sam slammed her cock inside you, and you gripped her back as you tried to ground yourself. She fit like she was made just for you and filled you up better than a feast.

“Fuck, Sam!” You shouted as your girlfriend wasted no time setting up a fast and eager pace. Sam leaned down and began peppering kisses on your neck before sucking hickeys while she continued her assault on your pussy.

Your breaths became ragged as you tried to suck in breaths; those strokes were strong enough to make you forget to breathe. You moaned loudly when her tip hit your g-spot repeatedly, and you scratched your nails down her tan and muscular back.

“Oh shit, Y/N,” Sam hissed when she felt your nails pierce her skin while her hips slammed against yours. In a single motion, Sam placed your legs on her shoulders and began pounding you, and you moaned from the back of your throat. “Sam! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m close!” You claimed as your walls clamped around Sam, and it became harder for her to move.

Feeling bolder as you continued getting pounded, you grabbed Sam’s hands and placed them around your neck. Picking up on what you wanted, Sam gave your throat a living squeeze, and with that, you arched your back and came hard on her cock. “Sam!” You screamed while coming around her dick, and your walls squeezed Sam even tighter.

“Oh god, Y/N. I’m gonna come inside. Please, Y/N, let me come inside; I’ll be a good girl if you let me,” Sam whimpered as her hips started to slow down as she approached her climax. “It’s okay, Sammy, come inside me. Fill me up with your cum, baby,” you stated while locking your ankles around Sam’s head.

You felt Sam’s cock twitch inside you, and you knew you were about to be full. “Come on, Sammy. Don’t waste a drop and come inside. Fill me up, please, baby,” you coached Sam to her peak, and with one final hard thrust, she spilled her warm seed inside your walls with a loud groan. You smiled as you felt her cum paint your walls white, and then Sam collapsed onto your chest.

“That was so good,” she muttered into your chest, still having her cock deep inside you. “I think that’s the best sex we’ve ever had,” you joked while brushing back Sam’s sweaty hair that was stuck to her face.

“You say that almost every time,” Sam retorted. “I know; that just means you have to try harder next time,” you responded, and Sam chuckled at your words.

“Well, how about I try to beat it again?” Sam stated as she leaned off your chest, and you felt her dick get harder in your cunt. “You can try,” you teased while pulling Sam down into a promising kiss.

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sluttyminghao · 10 months

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gamers do it better | c.sc x j.ww

♡ pairing: choi seungcheol x jeon wonwoo x female!reader ♡ genre: smut ♡ w.c.: 2k ♡ this fic contains: messy gamers wonwoo and cheol, mention of mutual pining/longing over years, cockwarming, blowjob, mentions of fucking/multiple rounds, degradation (whore, slut), praise, and probably other stuff I've missed ♡ a/n: the brainrot is real...anyways enjoy! thank you to @idyllic-ghost for proof reading and giving tips on how to be More Feral <3

reblogs and feedback are much appreciated!

Living with two men had seemed like a great idea initially until you moved in with them. You were constantly cleaning up after them, making sure they ate proper meals besides drinking energy drinks, and scolding them to go outside for just 10 minutes a day to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lived with Seungcheol and Wonwoo for a number of years. At first, it was because you all took the same Biology class together in college and it was convenient for you to commute together at the same time, but even after your classes finished, you found yourself emotionally attached to these men and couldn't bear to part with them, and the feeling was mutual.

The last 12 months or so had been…more challenging than the last few years. There had been some longing glances from the two men, especially if you had walked around the apartment in just a sports bra and spandex shorts. The occasional graze or touch over your exposed skin had also been noted, and made your heart rate quicken, but nothing had ever been initiated.

Many nights you went into your room and your hands wandered to lower places while thinking about how they’d treat you, how they’d bend you into a pretzel and fill you with cum. But it all dissipated when you went back out to the kitchen and found plates and food littering the kitchen bench. Typical men.

It was a warm summer evening, the sun still peaking over the horizon and bathing your kitchen and living area in a golden glow that took your breath away. As you stood over the stove, contemplating your life choices over the bubbling water with noodles, you hear a sudden shout coming from one of your roommate's rooms, sparking interest.

Normally, Wonwoo is a very quiet and reserved person. He makes small talk with you if you eat a meal together, but apart from that remains either in his room gaming or leaves home before you wake and comes back after you fall asleep. Even still, he pays the bills on time and is extremely good-looking, so you can’t ask for more than that.

Turning the stove off, you place the wooden spoon down and pad to Wonwoo’s room, the door closed as per usual. You rap on the door quickly, and a small mumble of a ‘come in’ can be heard from inside, so you turn the handle and squint against the bright light emitting from his screen computer.

“Are you okay? I heard you scream.”

“Oh, I’m fine, that was Seungcheol who screamed because he’s a little bitch.”

Your eyes drift across to the fluffy-haired man sitting next to him, who's staring at Wonwoo, shocked. He shoves Wonwoo’s shoulder and rolls his eyes, before turning around to face you with an unimpressed look on his stunning features. Seungcheol was stunning in his own way; fluffy black locks he’d permed a few weeks ago, bare-faced and the sweetest smile around.

“I am not a little bitch! He purposefully gave me a jumpscare!” He pouts as you chuckle and Wonwoo follows suit, only for him to immediately switch up and jump from his spot on the bed, stalking towards you until you’ve stepped back as far as you can go, aka hitting the wall with your back.

“You think it’s funny?”

“I-” Your justification is cut off by Seungcheol dragging his fingers up your exposed arm, goosebumps raising in their path. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage as he places a hand next to your head, and your palms grow sweaty. He grins and beckons Wonwoo to come over, who’s been watching the interaction intently ever since Seungcheol had backed you against the wall.

Everything about this interaction is like your dreams coming to life right in front of your eyes, the only thing that would place the cherry on top of the cake would be if they actually did bend you like a pretzel and have their way with you.

You feel small as both men stand in front of you, their eyes drinking you in as if they haven't had lingering stares on you before (which they definitely have). You don’t try to stop them as they let their hands roam your figure, fingers fiddling with loose fabric before eventually pulling your clothing off piece by piece until you’re left in nothing but your white cotton underwear.

“Don’t you look so cute like this?” Seungcheol comments, his calloused fingers tracing your nipples and causing them to harden. He smirks as he watches them pebble up, not wasting any time dipping his head down to capture one between his lips, letting the bud roll over his tongue lewdly.

A moan escapes your lips, which is quickly swallowed by Wonwoo who shoves his tongue down your throat messily. Their free hands are roaming untouched parts of your body, and while there’s a nagging in the back of your mind about how you shouldn't be doing this with your roommates, there’s a louder voice yelling at you in your brain for not doing this sooner.

“Look how easily you’re giving yourself up for us, already soaking through your panties,” Wonwoo mumbles against your lips as his thick fingers glide over the cotton, the wet spot undeniable as he presses his fingers against it and watches smugly as you keen at the pleasure.

You can only gasp as Seungcheol pulls himself off your nipple and attaches himself to your neck instead, sucking a bruise into the flesh that will be purple within a couple of hours. Wonwoo glances over at his screen and curses, before heading back to his seat, leaving you and Seungcheol in a confused and lustful state.

“I didn’t realize my next game was about to start, why don’t you be a doll and come and sit on my cock? It’s aching just thinking about being sheathed inside that perfect cunt of yours.”

You feel the wet spot grow larger at his filthy words.

When you don’t move from your spot, Seungcheol takes it upon himself to drag you by your hand to where Wonwoo is sitting and readjusting his headset to prepare for his game. With a small groan, Seungcheol rips your panties off your body, mumbling something about buying you some more later, before positioning you over Wonwoo.

A low whistle escapes Wonwoo’s throat at the sight of your dripping cunt, and feels his cock straining tightly against his sweats. He can’t take it anymore and quickly shoves his sweats and boxers down to pool at his ankles, letting his cock spring up to attention. Your eyes widen at the sight, pre cum beading on the fat mushroom head, a prominent vein trailing down the shaft and his balls twitching in anticipation.

He chuckles but doesn't say a word as he grips your waist to pull you over his cock, and lets the tip slide against your clit, a garbled whine escaping your lips at the feeling. He grins and taps the head of his cock against your clit teasingly multiple times, and with each teasing pass you feel your whines grow louder and needier. In a moment of lust, you feel Wonwoo’s lips come up to nibble on your jaw, sending a variety of feelings through your body.

“W-wonu…please…need you,” your breathing is shaky and your words are slurred, the teasing from both men going to your head and sending you into a frenzy. If you didn’t cum soon you think you might just have to grab your vibrator to finish the job.

Luckily, it doesn't come to that, and your hand comes to rest on his shoulders as he finally guides his cock into you after teasing you mercilessly, the pressure of his cock finally filling you up makes your head swim and your thighs shake.

“O-oh fuck…” your voice trails off and you feel Wonwoo twitch inside of you as he finally bottoms out, a low groan filling your ears as your cunt squeezes around him like a vice. Seungcheol is losing his mind standing next to you, his own cock straining against his basketball shorts.

As you grow accustomed to Wonwoo’s size, you rotate your hips and begin the process of bouncing up and down. When his large hand comes to rest on your hips and grip tightly, you halt all motion and bring your head up to stare into Wonwoo’s lust-filled eyes.

“I didn’t say to move, did I? I just want you to sit on my lap and be a good little slut, and maybe once I’m done with my game you'll be rewarded.” His voice is short as he refocuses his attention on the game, delving right in and becoming immersed in the content.

You whimper as you clench helplessly around his cock, your fingers digging into his flesh through his shirt as he keeps you in place, despite still playing his game. You can’t even see him but you’re sure he’s smirking even while smashing the keyboard quickly.

“In the meantime, why don’t you be a good whore for me and help me out, hm?” Seungcheol’s husky voice has grown deeper and makes you clench, causing Wonwoo to chuckle. Your eyes open and you can see Seungcheol standing in front of you, thick cock in his hand pumping slowly.

As if on instinct, you open your mouth for him to place his cock inside, and you’re immediately met with the salty taste of his precum. You moan softly and start bobbing your head to take more of him in, which has his head falling back and one of his hands entangling in your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.

The sounds filling the room are lewd; the wet sounds of your mouth bobbing quickly over Seungcheol’s cock and how your cunt is still filled with Wonwoo’s cock, the occasional clench of your pussy sending a wave of arousal flooding down his cock and creating a puddle of slick on his chair.

“Your mouth is like heaven, sweetheart, been waiting for y-years to do this,” Seungcheol praises you as his hips stutter when you deepthroat him particularly well. The grip he has on your hair is beginning to sting, but you couldn't care less when the arousal in your abdomen is beginning to grow by the second.

“Son of a bitch!”

The loud profanity has you jerking off Seungcheol’s cock abruptly and looking at Wonwoo with concern. You can hear Seungcheol groan in annoyance and move your head back to his cock, where you teasingly take the tip into your mouth and suck lightly.

“Ya lose your game, big shot?” Seungcheol teases Wonwoo, who quickly whips his head around to stare the older down. He removes his headset and raises the middle finger to Seungcheol, who reciprocates quickly before focusing his attention back on you.

“Like you can play any better, especially with a slut in your lap.”

The degradation has you clenching around Wonwoo’s cock and moaning around Seungcheol’s, simultaneously making them throw their heads back and groan. You grin to yourself and make the effort to grind against Wonwoo and deepthroat Seungcheol before you’re pulled off both of them and shoved onto the bed.

You don’t have any time to react as they both crawl up next to you, Seungcheol now taking position between your legs and Wonwoo stroking his cock and tapping the fat head against your lips.

“Are you gonna show us just how much of a slut you can be?”

You lick your lips and spread your legs, inviting both of them to do as they please. It’s going to be a long, long night for all three of you.

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lackinglevi · 2 years

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yandere!coworker when you’re out sick

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, mention of kidnapping, mentions of being sick, mention of murder.

a/n: first time actually finishing something and posting it, i have no idea how to start doing this shit.

yandere!coworker . . . who just can’t help but wonder if you won’t bother coming into work today when he catches a glimpse of your heavy panting and a chilled towel placed on your pretty forehead from the camera he managed to discreetly place in the aquarium facing your bed, which is just below the window-the exact one he’s learned to expertly open and shut hundreds of times by now without so much as an offbeat breath from your sleeping form.

yandere!coworker . . . who is already hyperventilating at the thought of not being able to see the way your hips move side-to-side while walking up to greet those disgusting customers who recognize-like him-just how intoxicating you are and hope for the chance to get the cute girl’s number. he’s replaying the incident from a couple days ago in his head like a loop. you squeamishly made your way over to him from across the room that night when you knew you wouldn’t be able to get the annoying regular who insists he can "treat you right" off your tail. he’s got it handled really! he’s glad you can trust him to deal with these pesky animals. a princess like you needs to be taken care of, you just need.…him (even if you don’t see that yet), not some greasy-fingered 40-something clinging to the hem of your shorts like a child. you don’t even notice the news headline proclaiming his tragic "suicide" the following week!

yandere!coworker . . . who wonders if he should call out from work and bring you some warm soup? would it be too weird if he showed up on your doorstep? maybe just leaving a small note that reads, "feel better my love<;3 you look divine in your sleep" beside the steaming pot of chicken noodle soup and leaving it at your doorstep would suffice. crouched down on the neighbor's front lawn to ensure you got your meal, he can’t help but notice the way you still look stunning as your limping form appeared behind the keypad-locked door (he’s made sure to get the code just in case you need his help!), the ruffles on your pajama shorts just barely exposing the color of your underwear, you went with red that day. my favorite color, he thought, whether or not you made that choice knowingly, it already had a tent forming in his pants and he took mental note to snatch the pair you had on now, the next morning.

yandere!coworker . . . who can’t handle knowing whether or not your extremely high fever has gone down and spends the entirety of his lunch break monitoring you from the dozens of hidden cameras he’s managed to put in your home during his little "visits." from the way your breath quickens, to the way you mumble silly nothings in your sleep, he’s entranced (but still keeping a worried face). he records everything, not only in his mind, but on his spare flash drive while being squeezed into the bathroom stall. a so-called private moment, to be replayed only by him later on. he can’t help but think about how good he’s going to treat you the next time you’re sick. . . because you’ll be with him! his own wellbeing is of no concern to him, but just think of how much easier it would be to know you were around him 24/7. it’s much less stressful for him to know you’ll always be nearby instead of staying up for nights on end peeled behind bright monitors in a poorly lit room, which is what his routine consisted of for the past couple of months.

yandere!coworker . . . who once he manages to get your nails to stop clawing at his arms and reassures you that you’re only in his basement for your own health (which he’s lined up with all your favorites and everything you may need down there), swears no one knows how to treat their darling better than he does, even if he’s just the dead-eyed coworker that manages to scare off most of the new customers and seems to be around you just a little too much. he can be more than your coworker. . . you'll see that soon!

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ashiemochi · 5 months

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bestie, I ain’t gonna lie - I’m very hungover at work for reasons I’ve already told you

Can I have a comfort drabble of Leon taking care of an icky and hungover reader 😭 I’m dying

You were promoted -- and that was all it took to convince you to invite Leon for a celebratory night out with loads of drinks and snacks. Leon tried to convince you that there was no need for you to take care of the bill, but you were stubborn.

"You always buy drinks for me, so it's my turn!"

You really just wanted a reason to spoil him instead.

One drink turned to two, then to three, then to four, and then more.

You weren't shooting for that many drinks, but Leon kept going as if he didn't have a liver. You knew about his high tolerance for alcohol and his history with drinking, but it seemed like he learned how to not relapse.

And maybe he didn't drink as much as you. Maybe it was him just taking small sips and enjoying the beverage unlike you who was going all out for the weekend. You were calling the shots (and downing them) as Leon casually busied himself with his Brandy and the small cup of peanuts.

You'd ramble about random things that didn't make sense with those red cheeks of yours and those drunken and slurred giggles. Leon was just as happy as you were about the promotion -- though let's be honest, his monthly paycheck was your whole year salary.

And more.

Even when you went to dance with some friends from work, Leon chose to stay by the bar. It wasn't like he hated dancing or mingling with the crowd -- if it's with you, he'd recreate a whole Step-Up scene. If it's with you, then he'd do anything.

But from his spot, Leon sat quietly with a drink in hand, his eyes trained on your swaying form like a hawk. In both lustful and protective ways -- and love.

So, when the night ended and morning came, Leon was still there for you. Though he didn't know how someone like you could vomit that much.

"Fuck me, I'm going to dieeee..."

Leon bit back a snicker as he held your hair back, inwardly cringing at the sounds of you emptying your guts. You didn't even manage to open your eyes before you found yourself rushing to the bathroom with a pounding headache.

For a split second, you even thought you passed out but it was just your legs giving out from the sudden movements of hopping out of bed. And because you were extremely hungover, but that's beside the point.

You were dying.

"No, you're not going to die." Leon rolled his eyes lightheartedly at your dramatic nature, his hand rubbing your back, "You're just hungover. It'll pass."

"You mean... I'll pass away..." You drawled, your voice croaky and still heavy with sleep.

Leon chuckled and that made you straighten up a bit, turning your head slightly to look over at him and he cocked up a brow at the scowl on your face.

"What?"

"You're laughing at me..." You mumbled, "You think this is funny?"

"Absolutely not, baby," Leon laughed and shook his head, "I think it's very cute. You were practically drinking for the both of us last night."

"Ugh... I knew it..." You moaned, dropping your forehead to your arm that was resting on the toilet seat, "You didn't drink shit."

"I did, just not as much as you." Leon pointed out, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on your head, "C'mon. Luckily for you, I know exactly the right things to do in this situation."

"Die?"

"Not even close."

Leon was a gentleman. First things first was to get you some rest to get rid of that headache. He got you some painkillers and water, emphasizing you finish the whole cup. It was one of the few moments where he'd be stern with you.

Only during the times when you wouldn't be taking care of yourself.

Next thing was food. By the time you woke up, it was in the afternoon and you were starving if not still a bit nauseous. So, for something light on the stomach but filling, Leon made some chicken noodle soup.

A banana smoothie too for the hangover to dissipate completely.

Third, a hot shower which Leon turned it into a hot bath instead as you were a bit lightheaded still.

By the end of the night, Leon had you all snuggled up against him on the couch in your comfy clothes with nothing but some ice cream and even more water.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 month

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Mimi

Y o u ‘ r e a M A C H I N E

Pumping these bangers after bangers!!… You’re gunna need a whole Dewey Decimal system for all these masterpieces!! Your expressiveness and emotions inspire me, it’s contagious.

I’m gunna have to ask for mah Murdertoothpick Danger noodle of a nope rope , Crosshair.

I was absolutely FLOORED at the fics you’ve been spewing out.

So IF you would be ever so kind to indulge me or yourself —I present to you with a “choose your own dealer’s choice”

(Crosshair x F!Medic) or you can insert my OC

(Kave) 🦊 whatever strikes you right.

Any combinations of these:

18. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

38. “You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever agian. “

20. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without hurting yourself, can I?”

36. “How many fingers am I holding up?…I don’t have six fingers.”

44. “Do as I say not as I do. For real though, You don’t want to do what I do. I don’t want to do what I do.”

2. “I will always be there for you.”

Your choice I give you free range — you can make it hurt so good or bad / or add some whump or fluff / add as much drama as you desire…where ever in the timeline — The floor is yours Queen!❤️❤️❤️

@kavecika What a fantastic request, especially for my 20th request. I loved it. I did end up using your OC, so I hope I did Kave justice.

So I hope you enjoy what I came up with, love oo.

Promise

Warning: Medical injuries (somewhat graphic), burns, medical procedures, angst, hurt, comfort, kiss, fear of medical staff, feelings of being alone, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

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Crosshair sat in the medbay waiting for Kave to show up, after everything, after having his brothers abandon him for a kid, after having them nearly cook him alive, after them walking away, the one thing he could actually count on was Kave.

She was the only bright spot left in his life.

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” She giggled as she walked in seeing him injured. She knew better than trying to coddle him, or worry about him to an extreme. She’d be able to do that in the privacy of their quarters later on that night.

He only let out a strained chortle as the pain meds were slowly ebbing away.

“Okay, my beautiful murdertoothpick, I’m gonna have to take this bandages off, and see the extent of the damage, okay?”

He nodded, not able to find the strength to answer her.

“Pain meds wearing off?”

Nod.

“Okay, sweetie… hold on.” Kave reached over and grabbed another pain med, using the hyperspray and injecting it into his arm, “There you, sweetie. You’ll start feeling better soon. Just calming breaths. Okay. Use your sniper breathing for me.”

Nod. He tried his best to calm his breathing imagining he was lining up a target.

“Okay, here we go.” She slowly cut away the gauze, careful not to pull too quickly. Biting back the tears and worries she felt for the pain and injury he sustained. His hair was burned away, his skin bubbled and melted away from the heat. Some of it came off on the gauze she peeled away. She wanted to press a kiss to his lips, to hold him close to take away his pain. However, she needed to remain professional.

“Alright, I’m going to need you to open your eyes for me, I’m going to pull away the eyepatch and then we’re going to test to see how much damage there is, okay?”

Nod.

She took in a deep breath, and prepared herself for what she’d find under the patch. She let out a sigh of relief that the damage wasn’t too bad. The eye was red, a little inflamed, which was understandable. The pupil was reacting to the light, which was fantastic. His eyes were tearing up as tears slid down his cheek.

“Okay, How many fingers am I holding up?”

Crosshair took a second, his vision was blurred, and somewhat fogging from the tears forming. He couldn’t stop blinking for a while, “Um … six.”

Kave looked from him to her fingers, “Okay, well first, I don't have six fingers. I’m going to try and wash out your eye again. I know the medics on site already did that, but I’m trying again okay.”

“Yeah.”

After Kave dealt with the injured, she covered and protected it with a cool compress. Once she finished with his eye, she moved on to the more serious injury, she’d need to put bacta on the injury and keep him in the med bay for the next two days. To keep reapplying the treatment. She wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was about to ensue, she dismissed everyone from the room, leaving her and Cross alone.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to keep you here for at least two days.”

“No.”

“Cross…”

“I said NO!”

She let out a sigh, “Baby,” she hated using that term but it was the only one that usually calmed him down enough to listen to her, “you need a sterile environment. This is your health, please, for me.” He was about ready to start arguing again, she held his hand and pressed it against her chest, “Listen to me, please. I’ll set you up in the ICU room, it’ll just be the two of us. No one else. I know you hate the med bay. I know you hate being poked and prodded, but I’ll be the only one taking care of you. I’ll treat you every time, and won’t let anyone else in. I’ll protect you and care for you. So please, for me… listen to me and stay here.”

Cross let out a trembling breath, he hated the med bay, he hated the memories that came from the training he and his brothers underwent when they were children… he hated that his brothers weren’t here anymore to stay with him. He hated that Wrecker wasn’t here to stay by his side when he got scared. He hated that Hunter wasn’t here to fight with him, to make him feel he had a brother. He hated that he couldn’t hear Tech’s hum in understanding as he read some new fact or understood some new principle or formula. He hated that he was alone.

He squeezed her hand, “You promise?”

“I promise,” she pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “it’ll just be me and you. You know, I will always be there for you."

He nodded, “Okay. I’ll stay here for two days…”

“At least.”

“Thank you, my beautiful murdertoothpick.”

He let out a huff, “You know I hate that nickname.”

“No, you don’t,” she smirked.

A small smile creeped onto his lips, “No. I don’t.”

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prod-ddeonu · 9 months

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I may just be extremely Heeseung and Jake biased but Heeseung is the only person that came to mind for this. This is absolutely not proofread and it is 3:30am so it will probably never be proofread, ENJOY MUAH MUAH (if it's not to your liking I'll rewrite it)

it was a lovely day outside, so you had decided to take a stroll around the city with your dog, Miyu! You felt a pair of eyes staring at you, but you chose to ignore it and continued walking.

without warning, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you in a tight embrace. Your survival instincts kicked in as you bent forward and flipped the person onto the ground. "JUNGWON?!" You shouted. Maeum ran up to Miyu and began to sniff her.

you heard snickering from behind you, Jungwon groaning in pain with a smile on his face. "Hey, long time no see," he forced out. You helped him up, apologizing profusely. He introduced all of his friends to you, going from left to right.

your eyes landed on the last person, his hair a dark purple shade as he smiled. "And that's Heeseung," Jungwon finished.

"holy shit" is all you could manage to get out with your jaw hanging. The group burst into laughter, Jungwon offering to catch up at the dog park up the road with his groupmates.

at the park, maeum and miyu were left to play around in the grass. You and Jungwon had adopted them both together when you were younger, but after he had become a trainee, Maeum no longer attended puppy playdates.

"Ah, shoot- MAEUM NO! THAT IS NOT YOUR TOY!" Jungwon shouted, jogging over to his dog who was ripping an unsuspecting stuffed animal to shreds.

An arm slid out behind your back as Lee Heeseung sat next to you. "So, how do you know Wonie?"

"We grew up as neighbors," you smiled with tight lips. "It sucked to see him move away, but I'm happy to watch him achieve his dreams now."

Heeseung smiled at the boy as he lay in the grass with both of the white dogs running over him. "So, you come here often?"

"I live a block away," you shrugged. "I'm here pretty much whenever Miyu wants to go, I'm just lucky that today I ran into Jungwon and his handsome friends."

"So you think I'm handsome?" He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "You're an idol. It's your job, duh," you sarcastically dragged out your words, earning a laugh from the other.

Jungwon made his way back to the two of you with both of your dogs, all three of them panting. "Y/N, I think Miyu and Maeum have successfully tired themselves out for the day. Maybe we can bring them here together more often?"

You took Miyu's leash, giving Jungwon the same side hug you always did. "I think that would be nice."

When Jungwon left, you expected to call your mom that night and tell her who you'd ran into. You expected to have to teach Miyu how to play at night in order to accommodate Jungwon's schedules. You expected dating rumors to fly around from a crazed fan, even.

You never expected to get a text from an unknown number that evening reading, "Hey, what's cookin' good lookin' ;)" with an attached photo of Lee Heeseung in an apron with obviously microwaved instant noodles in front of him.

You laughed to yourself, typing a witty response in return. "cute apron, instant noodle chef."

He sent another selfie of him blowing a kiss with the apron on and a poorly drawn mustache. "For the record, I think you're cuter than the apron."

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 31)

Tw: heavy rape, blood, choking and dead dove do not eat, pain, violence, non con, vomit

Part 32

You woke up to the gentle sounds of ambient chatter. It's not unpleasant, but it was unexpected to have around ten people in your room at this moment.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, turning around to see Yves elegantly sipping on a cup of steaming hot tea while watching you.

You saw him set his cup onto the saucer.

"Good morning, (name)." He greeted you.

You greeted him back with a croaky voice.

"You should always take a sip of water once you wake up. Where is your flask, dear?"

Oh. You forgot.

Yves has laid out instructions for you to refill your flask everyday with drinking water. You haven't done that since he left and now it's empty. Truth be told, you have no idea where it is. Your room has become quite cluttered too.

He was expecting this, so he simply hummed in acknowledgement. Yves picked up a quaint, traditional english tea sandwich from a curate next to him. You assume it has smoked salmon in it.

"What are your plans today, my love?" Yves asked as he tore a small piece of his sandwich, he placed it into his mouth and covered his lips while chewing. The pristine plate beneath his hands caught all the crumbs.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the upgrade of your pet name. You tried to ignore the fluttery feeling because it shouldn't be that big of a deal.

But Yves knows the effect it has on you. He enjoyed watching you attempt to hide your bashfulness.

You told him that you don't know. You truly don't. It's too hot to go outside and you don't have a place you wanted to explore without Yves. It's boring to have a friendless life, you wished Evangeline didn't turn out to be a weirdo.

He took his time finishing his bite before answering. "That's a shame." Yves commented.

There were at least a hundred ideas Yves had swirling in his head and a thousand others more in his hard drive about how you could spend your day. All of those that he could have recommended, you would have loved doing it. But he stayed silent, hoping that you would rather be on the phone with him the entire time.

But that wasn't likely. You would get suspicious how he didn't need to sleep or eat. Just like how you're asking him if he slept in the airport.

"No, dear. I had my sleep before coming here. I was awake the whole time." He answered before taking another sip of his tea.

You yawned and flopped your head back onto your pillow, which made Yves smile.

But that glee of his was short lived when he noticed signs of you getting sick of his presence. The twitches, the miniscule movements and even the change in breathing. Yves had no choice but to cut off his interactions with you for now, or else his plan to 'reset' your Yves-quota will be all for naught.

"(Name). I have to go."

He was saddened that you didn't bother to even ask him why, you just said goodbye and waved awkwardly. But at least he didn't need to think of an excuse.

"Goodbye, dear. Feel free to call me whenever you want."

Yves blew you a kiss. "Take care."

He ended the call himself, you blinked when he expressed a crestfallen look on his face. So you missed it.

You released a breath of relief. Finally, some privacy.

You brought your arms behind your head. Pondering what you should do since the day is still extremely young. Definitely not going to class though.

You got out of bed and stretched. You need to freshen up.

Yves felt like that was the wrong move, there was this nagging feeling that he shouldn't have left you alone. And his gut feeling is never wrong.

Yves contemplated for a bit before picking his phone up again and texting a handful of numbers.

You got out of your room holding an empty bowl. Your brunch was delicious despite being four days old in the fridge, Yves preserved it well and it's definitely much healthier than takeaway or instant noodles.

However, there was a knock on the door. Usually that means one of them has forgotten their keys, or they came home severely hungover with heels in their hands. You sighed, set the bowl down onto the coffee table and head towards the door.

You twisted the door knob and pulled it open. Grumbling for your housemate to get in and complaining about their drinking habits.

"(Name), we need to talk."

You whipped your head up so fast that you almost pulled a muscle in your neck. Your eyes met a certain, teary baby blue ones.

That's right. Evangeline knew where you lived. You didn't expect that she would come and visit, though.

You told her no, you're busy. She's surprisingly fast, as she wedged her hand and foot between the door and it's frame before you could slam it against her face.

"(Name), please! I beg you, I-I lost all my friends, I don't want to lose you too!" Her desperation was almost tangible as she clawed through the gap. She ended up overpowering you and invading your living room.

You took numerous steps away from Evangeline, creating distance between you and the girl. At least all she did was stand there and watch you through her wet eyes, in her hands held a napkin which she uses to dry her tears.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't know that I hurt you. I promise I won't do it again. I'll do better." Her apology sounded too general to you, it's as if she didn't even know what she did wrong in the first place.

You're extremely put off by her. She purposely made the trip all the way to your place, to beg like a dog for a friendship that lasted for a maximum of four days? You don't think you would do that even if you're in Evangeline's shoes, you would rather keep your dignity and be isolated from the world.

You told her you appreciate the apology, but you need her to get out of your house. She's creeping you out.

She crumbled to her knees and wept. "(Name), please. I would do anything for you to be my friend again."

You noticed that her phone was suddenly blowing up with calls. But she disregarded it just so she could plead for your forgiveness.

You told her you will talk to her tomorrow. Which you actually wouldn't. You would just bait her into leaving so you could feel safe in your home again.

"I have to talk to you now." She got up and marched towards you. Which made you walk backwards, but she kept going. "Please, (name). I need this. I need you."

Tears stopped falling from her pale eyelashes, but her eyes were glazed over. Her eyes contained nothing but something dark and sinister directed towards you.

You jumped a bit in your spot when your back hit something flat and hard. You looked behind you to see that it's the wall.

You put your hands in front of you to try and stop her, but to no avail. Evangeline trudged on with empty eyes.

She kept getting closer and closer, until her chest is pressing against your palm. Your eyes widened in horror as you watch them sink into her plump mounds. It was also the first time you realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"It's soft, isn't it, (name)?" Her voice was gentle and monotone. As if she wasn't in control of her own body. She closed the gap between her crotch and yours, grinding sensually against your groin. You gasped realizing that she wasn't wearing any underwear either, there is only a thin sheet of fabric from her sundress shielding her damp genitals against your home shorts.

The adrenaline being pumped through your veins charged up your contracting muscles, your fingers curled up into a fist and before your brain even greenlit the thought, you swung at her with all your might.

Much to your surprise and terror, she caught it effortlessly with a hand. A hand that you thought was only capable of picking seashells and tending to delicate flowers. What you didn't know, is that she had to deal with pesky vines, weeds, pests and sometimes even tree logs.

You tried hitting her with the other hand, but she also restrained it. Rendering you defenceless because she immobilized your legs with hers.

So you tried to scream, to expel all the air in your lungs and shatter windows with your voice. Before it could erupt from your throat, Evangeline thrusted her warm, freakishly long tongue into your mouth, making you gag and squirm in her hold. Like a wild animal, you thrashed and tried to bite it off, but maybe it was your first time being (forcefully) kissed like this, you found that your jaw strength is no match for her experience. You didn't know how was she forcing your mouth open for her to explore as freely as she wants, but it is straining the muscles on the side of your face.

She lets go of your wrists momentarily, but only to have a hand wrap around your neck. Squeezing it until you couldn't breathe, let alone shout for help despite evacuating her tongue away from your orifice. You instinctively had both hands trying to pry it away, so you could fill your lungs with the fresh air, this allowed her to open the door to your room; it was the closest to the entrance, after all.

She coerced you inside by the neck, her fingers serving as a sturdy collar and her arm as a unyielding leash to drag you by. Your face is turning red from the restriction of air and bloodflow to your head, you find it hard to even open your eyes with the way she's choking you, but all you could see is the bulging veins in her fair, sun-spotted arm.

Evangeline, almost robotically, locked the door behind her. You should have opened your curtains instead of camping in your room like a vampire, at least the neighbors could see what was happening. But the only light source in your room is the rays of sunshine escaping the fabric blinds through various moth-eaten holes. That was enough for the blonde to see.

She threw you onto your bed. Your neck felt extremely sore and you found it hard to swallow your spit. Any sound that you tried making came out as a pathetic whimper or strained croak. You winced at the pain; You didn't have time to flee or fight back, because when you opened your eyes she was already on top of you. Her legs straddled your hips as you struggled under her, trying to fight her off but she was too strong and fast for you to even think of landing a punch.

She dove down to bite the curve of your neck and shoulders, you let out a cracked yell, but it wasn't as loud enough to alert anyone. Your hands went to her head, trying to pry you off by yanking her by the hair. Such a shame, it was so silky, so fluffy. You would have loved playing with it if she was your friend. But this isn't the actions of a friend.

She seized the chance to subdue both of your hands, vigorously shoving them above your head. Her teeth left deep marks with pooling blood, staining the sheets beneath you, crimson. You're already dizzy from the suffocation earlier. Still, she's exacerbating it further by pressing her lips against yours, biting your lower lip until it also draws blood, prompting you to open your mouth in reflex.

You kept gagging as she violated your inlet, you even felt the burning sensation of bile rushing up your esophagus. She must have tasted it judging by how far she was stuffing her pink muscle into your throat, but she didn't care. Evangeline kept going until your brain panicked enough to surrender some of your control over your own limbs.

You heard loud banging on your window. "Evangeline! Evangeline, no!" You could hear Mr. Jones's heartbroken screams. She paid no mind to her father trying to reason with her, he wouldn't understand. Or, perhaps she was in a different plane of reality entirely, not registering anything around her. Because she did not react upon the initial strike of her father's fist on the glass pane.

She utilized your blanket to tie your wrists up, the cloth was tight enough to give you rashes, but Evangeline knew that was something trivial compared to her ultimate goal. She thinks you're guaranteed to forgive her as soon as she shows how good she can make you feel.

She let go of your swollen lips with a pop, and you gurgled with the accumulation of spit and stomach acids. In the end, you opted to cough it all out. Soiling her once beautiful, floral dress, your home clothes, and the mattress.

You screamed for help no matter how it felt like you were swallowing broken glass. Mr. Jones could be heard hysterically shrieking and sobbing for his daughter to listen to reason, the striking of his fists on your window increased in frequency and intensity.

She slid down, temporarily freeing your lower extremities. You tried to kick her the best you could, but Evangeline captured you by the ankles without batting an eye. It was almost like she could predict your moves! You twisted and jerked around, trying to shake her off. But she was unmoving in her quest to undress you.

You and she are covered in blood, drool, tears, and vomit. It does not phase her one bit as she eventually manages to pull your shorts off. Exposing, your genitalia to her. Nothing was left to cover your privates, you're completely at her mercy as you cried in humiliation and utter fear.

"Doesn't this feel good, (name)?" You wailed as she gave you no time to prepare. She plunged two of her fingers into your hole, vigorously pumping in and out in a rhythm. "Aren't I making you feel good?" She was eerily unemotional throughout all of this, you think she looks nothing like a human, there is no soul behind those breathtaking blue eyes of hers.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together to restrict access, but she made it almost impossible to. Your legs are hooked around her waist as she uses her other hand to dig her thumb into the back of your knee, it is excruciatingly painful and it renders you immobilized. She puts her body weight on your other leg, making it bend at an awkward angle and also subduing it.

"I'm taking what I'm owed." Those were her last, icy words before she plunged her head down to engulf your privates in her warm, slick cavern. Her tongue swirled around your folds and flesh, and her digits remained inside of you, writhing and stretching until you saw stars. She is making a mess out of you, letting your fluids pour out onto her hair and the bed.

The sounds of police sirens permeated throughout the neighborhood. But that was still wasn't enough to deter her from raping you.

She slurped you up, stimulating every nerve in the area where you're the most sensitive. Her grip was so harsh, that it was already leaving bruises on your thighs. Evangeline wanted to continue enjoying her time ferally sinking her canines into your inner thighs. Your viscera mixed with the cum she vehemently extracted out of you tasted particularly delicious to her, but she did have half a mind to know her time was running out. Especially when she heard the booming voices of police demanding her to come out with her hands in the air. They surrounded the property, she had nowhere to escape and she had to face the consequences regardless if she completed her mission or not.

You panted and sobbed, begging her to stop. You're in agony and covered in filth, but it's obviously futile. Your suffering is clearly arousing her further as she discarded her dirty dress, being completely naked above you.

"I know I'm your first. No one else can take your virginity away from you because it's mine." You howled when she lowered her drenched pussy onto your crotch, rubbing erotically with the smell and sound of sex in the air. She moaned as she leaned forward, smothering your face in her pillowy breasts, you tasted her sweat and the leftover juices from below that dripped onto her.

She bounced and kneaded her cunt onto your aching dignity. Her movements were so potent that the bedframe shook along with her thrusts and jerks. Her body mass alone pinned you onto the springy mattress, you were already stimulated beyond belief with the screaming outside, the violent ramming on the door and glass panes as the authorities tried to force their way in, Evangeline's brutalization, and the asphyxiation from her mammaries.

Why does this happen to you? How could you be so weak against her?

She ruts into you, noisily moaning and panting. Her hands are firmly planted on the sides of your head for support as she pleasures herself at your expense. Her damp fingers gripped onto your sheets, wrinkling them and creating extra sensations on your skin. She loves it, she loves it all. Your patheticness, her ownership of you, and the idea of you being her little fucktoy. Where your job is to stay still while she rapes you senseless, Evangeline liked the fight though, she would never turn down a good challenge.

In the end, she did get her reward. Her release and the fulfillment of her most depraved fantasies. She screamed in pleasure as she reached her own climax, spraying her fluids onto you and between your legs.

Even then, it merely took her a few seconds to compose herself before she went back to fucking you. She wanted more, more and more. This time, you weren't suffocated by her tits anymore, she lifted her upper torso just so that she could crush your windpipe with both hands. Her nails left cuts and marks that decorated the sheets even more.

"You're my reward. And I am going to use you as much as I can before they take you away." She snarled. Seemingly fighting with something within her, but you couldn't hear her insane ramblings. It was just chaos inside and out. Nothing is discernible anymore, except the sounds of your erratic heartbeat and the ringing in your ears.

In the end, a deafening crash startled you as the policemen were finally able to break down your door and the window at the same time. Fragments of wood and pointy shards flew across the room, cutting you and Evangeline in the process. But as if she's possessed by the devil, she kept going like a machine. Nothing was stopping her, not the yelling, not the pairs of hands trying to separate you from her;

And for a moment, not even the taser delivered debilitating voltages through her body, had any effect. They had to tase her multiple times only did she loosen her hold on you, her eyes were rolled back to her skull, and froth was formed in her mouth. She was convulsing and shivering as she fell out of the bed, freeing you from that entire ordeal and allowing you to take a dramatic gasp of air.

The fuzz in your eyes cleared up and all you could see was red. Red and red. You lifted your arms, seeing that the blood from your neck and lip managed to trickle down to your palm. The state between your legs wasn't any better either.

You didn't want to see a bloodied Evangeline half-struggle against the policemen anymore. So you turned your head to the broken window. You caught a glimpse of Mr. Jones absolutely devastated, crying into his hands which visibly had blood and glimmering glass fragments stuck onto them.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry (Name), I should have paid more attention to Evangeline, I'm Sorry!" He yelled out in between sobs and hyperventilation. He was on his knees, hitting his head on the grass as he shouted out repeatedly; "I'm sorry! Please forgive us, please forgive Evangeline! I'm sorry!"

That's where she gets it from. Her apologies to the point of ad nauseam.

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ravenromanova · 7 months

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What dating them would be like:

Hi! i just wanted to do this little blurb for what i think it would be like to date Wanda, Bucky or Nat :) I will be posting soon once this cold goes the fuckkkkk away! Anyways i love y’all and i hope you have a good day! ❤️🖤

What dating Bucky would be like ✪:

~ He didn’t admit he had feelings for you til he got drunk one night on Thors asgardian mead. So when he did admit it he was slurring his words and stumbled over his feet. But when he got the words out it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.

~ Once he was sober the next day he re-said his words to you and properly asked you out with breakfast in bed.

~ He likes when you really aloud stories from the 40’s to him.

~ Loves when you braid or just play with his hair.

~ Always has to be touching you in some way (ie: Holding your hand, His hand on your thigh, Gently brushing against you etc)

~ He takes you in a date night every friday unless he has a mission or vice versa.

~ He is extremely overprotective of you out in public and on missions.

~ Always tends to your wounds before his.

~Impromptu dancing in the living room to 40’s music.

~ Asks you to help him polish his metal arm.

~OBSESSED with your thighs and tits.

~ Has a mommy kink that comes out after a long and hard mission.

~ Loves to confess his love for you whenever he can.

~ Adores your smile and laugh.

~You’re the only one he will listen to on the field.

~ Major dominance kink!

~ Loves calling you endearing nicknames (Doll, Sweetheart, Sugar, Peach, Babydoll, Sweets, Love, Baby, Honey, Princess)

~ Speaks to you in russian even though you don’t understand it.

~ He is the only one ‘allowed’ to train with you other then the girls on the team (a male agent got too close for comfort one time)

~ Helps you through your panic attacks by wrapping you in a blanket and holding you close while whispering words of affirmation in your ear.

~ Buys you little things that make him think of you.

~ Always comes home with flowers for you.

~ When your sick he makes you chicken noodle soup and babies you til you feel better.

~ Takes care of you on your period (runs you a bubble bath, gets you a heating pad, cuddles you etc)

~ Loves dressing up with you for halloween.

What dating Wanda would be like ᗢ:

~ She asked you out after she saw you flirt with Maria hill at one of Tony’s parties. She took you outside and confessed her love for you underneath the moonlight.

~ She loves to watch sitcoms with you and relive her childhood.

~ Tells you stories of her growing up and what life was like in her country.

~ She is always cooking and she makes some of the best things you’ve ever had.

~ Loves to play with your hair while you’re cuddling.

~ Will use her magic to calm you if you’re having a bad day, nightmare etc.

~ Is quick to defend you if you mess up even if it’s your fault.

~ Checks up on you regularly on comms during missions.

~ Calls you nicknames in russian and english all the time.

~ When you’re having a bad day she turns on your favorite movie,gives you hot chocolate and cuddles you til you fall asleep.

~ Takes you on mini dates throughout the week.

~ When your sick she makes you chicken paprikash, Gives you medicine regardless of your protests, Makes you your favorite dessert to cheer you up.

~ Loves to shower you in affection and gifts.

~ Gets really excited when you ask her to decorate for christmas.

~ Bought you a kitten for your six month anniversary just because the kitten was cute.

~ Uses her magic to soothe your cramps on your period along with running you a bath, making your favorite meal and endless cuddles.

~ Tries to convince you to stay in bed all day everyday.

~ Is in love with your boobs (she uses them as a stress reliever)

~ Is a soft dom but when you make her made that’s when she gets really dominant.

~ Asks to do matching couples costumes for halloween.

What dating Natasha would be like ⧗:

~ She asked you out after you got hurt on a mission where you nearly died and told you she couldn’t bear the thought of you dying without knowing how she feels about you.

~ Hated physical touch until she met you.

~ Teaches you russian so you two can have private conversations.

~ Won’t let you go on a mission if she isn’t there just in case you get hurt.

~ Shoots daggers through her eyes if someone gets to close.

~ Extremely protective of you.

~ Got you a german shepherd to help with your mental health.

~ Would rather cuddle and stay in bed then do any work.

~ When you’re having a panic attack she wraps herself around you and plays with your hair while telling you how much she loves you.

~ She loves to be lovey dovey with you at all times which takes everyone off guard all the time.

~ Asks you to show her all your favorite movies even if they are stupid.

~ Treats you like a princess when you’re sick or on your period.

~ Tells you everyday that she plans on marrying you.

~ Takes you on motorcycle rides at night to look at the moon and stars together.

~ Bought an apartment six months after y’all were together so you two could have your own space.

~ Loves cooking for you even though she’s not the best (like at all)

~ Asks you to take ballet lessons with her.

~ MAJOR mommy kink that you found out about after you accidentally called her that and she went feral.

~ Is surprisingly really dominant in bed.

~ Braids your hair for you before missions.

~ Takes you on a date every saturday.

~ Had you meet her other family a year after dating just in case they scared you off.

~ Literally cannot be away from you at all.

~ Thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and never fails to let you know.

~ Likes to take you hiking in secluded areas so it’s just you two.

~~end~~

Hi babies! I’m so sorry i haven’t actually posted anything in a while. I got hit with major writers block and then i got really sick and i’m still recovering. But i swear i will have the next part of “is it really you?” out soon along with a bunch of other fun stuff! Thank you so much for being so patient with me. I love y’all so much 🖤❤️

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broke-art · 1 year

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Sun Wukong x kidnapped reader

Sun gave a parting wave to M.k as his successor rushed off to deliver noodles for Pigsy. The kid really was great but he'd kept you waiting a little too long. The moment M.k was out of sight Sun jumped on his cloud and zipped towards your apartment.

Your p.o.v

You had spent the morning cleaning and setting up your apartment for the day. Sun had promised he'd spend the day with you. Watching movies, playing video games, maybe karaoke if you could convince him.

But you'd finished getting ready almost three hours ago. Sun never broke a date with you this late. He could be tardy here and there but not normally like this. You sighed and walked out onto the fire escape. You were about to climb down when a thud sounded behind you.

With a happy gasp you whirled around then froze.

A black monkey was perched on the fire escape rail with a grin.

"What's the matter? Expecting someone else?"

You took a slow step backwards then ran down the steps.

A chuckle sounded behind you and just as your foot touched solid ground the monkey tackled you. Twisting just before you hit the ground you tried to push him away but ended up flat on your back with his hands pinning your wrists.

"Get off of me!" You shouted struggling under him.

"Sorry kid, nothing personal."

His eyes shone purple and your world faded to black.

Sun wukong's p.o.v

Sun hopped onto the fire escape about to knock when he realized the window was open.

"Y/n?"

No answer came and the corners of Sun's lips pulled down into a worried frown. He entered the apartment and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place. Sun left the apartment and started to look around.

"Looking for someone?"

Sun's head shot up and Macaque smiled down from the rooftop of a nearby building.

"How's it goin bud?" Macaque chuckled.

Sun growled and jumped up onto the rooftop cracking the pavement with the force.

"Where is she?!"

"She's safe. For now." Macaque grinned. "Gotta hand it to ya. She's pretty. And way out of your league."

Sun shot forward punching at him, but Macaque's figure turned to shadow and Sun's fist went right through.

"If you can find her then you can have her back." Macaque's voice drifted from behind Sun causing him to whirl around, but nothing was there.

"But we both know how you leave someone when it's too much work."

Sun stiffened as Macaque's voice drifted away on the wind.

Your p.o.v

You awoke with with a small groan. Your head ached a bit so you tried to put your hand to your temple, but it wouldn't budge. You blinked your eyes open only to see you were tied to a tree on an old mountain.

"Morning kid." The black monkey from earlier smirked taking a knee Infront of you.

You gave him an annoyed glare.

"Wow what a look. You'd think you'd be a bit more thankful."

"Why on earth would I be thankful for being kidnapped?!" You snapped.

The monkey chuckled.

"For showing you the real Sun Wukong. Once he gets what he wants from you he'll abandon you."

You rose an eyebrow.

"Sun Wukong isn't like that, face paint."

The monkey blinked a bit before he seemed to realize you were referring to the red on his face.

"Funny, the name's Macaque."

"I'd love to say it's a pleasure, macaroni. But it hasn't been." You shot back with a frown.

"You've certainly got a mouth for someone extremely mortal." Macaque pointed out leaning a little too close.

You decided to give him a reason to back up.

"Well if anything your breath will kill me before you can at this rate."

Macaque chuckled.

"No wonder he likes you. You're entertaining, for now that is." He leaned back on his tail and folded his arms.

You struggled against the ropes.

"It won't be so entertaining when Sun Wukong gets here."

"Actually, I think it'll be even more so. Watching him freak when he can't find you will be peak entertainment."

You growled and kicked a nearby rock at him.

Macaque leaned out of the way with a grin watching the attempt.

"Not a bad shot if you were trying to miss." Macaque leaned so close you thought he was going to kiss you.

"ENOUGH!"

Macaque was thrown backwards as Sun Wukong landed Infront of you glowing with golden flames.

"Sun!" You cheered.

Sun Wukong gave you an apologetic look before Macaque spoke up.

"Hey bud. What took you so long?"

Sun Wukong glared at him.

"Aren't you ever gonna get sick of taking my friends you coward?"

Macaque grinned evilly.

"You are such a gem. It's gonna be so satisfying turning her against you." Macaque shot at Sun wukong and the two started to fight.

You struggled hard against the restraints until the ropes started to loosen. Finally Sun Wukong was able to defeat Macaque and come over to help you.

"Did he hurt you?" Sun Wukong asked worriedly snapping the ropes with a single tug.

You hugged Sun Wukong in relief and shook your head as he pulled you to his chest.

"Only my pride."

Sun sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry, peach. I was training M.k and the kid needed a few more pointers than usual. I didn't expect it to take so long."

You smiled up at him.

"Hey it's alright. And you couldn't have known macaroni was gonna pull something."

Sun paused at the nickname then burst into laughter.

You smiled proudly.

"Yeah I don't think he likes the nickname."

Sun grinned down at you.

"You called him that?"

You nodded happily.

Sun kissed your cheek making your cheeks bloom a crimson red.

"I shoulda known you'd have something to say to him. You always were a spitfire." He praised proudly.

You cuddled closer as Sun summoned his cloud and flew you home.

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topgun-imagines · 2 years

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Sick Day

Requested: yes

Summary: Ice looks after you while you’re sick, even going as far as making you his homemade soup.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

The knock on your door caused you to groan loudly. Today, of all days, was the day you had to get a visitor? With a cough, you stood from your couch. You draped the thin blanket you were using over the back of your couch before heading to the door. The knocking persisted causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m coming!” You shouted, voice scratchy. “Jesus,” you muttered as they kept banging on your door.

You were dressed in only your pyjamas with your hair in a tangled mess as you yanked open the door. “Yes?” You gritted through your teeth. Your eyes softened, however, when you saw who was standing on the other side.

Watching you with worried eyes, Ice stepped inside when you opened the door wider. He took immediate notice of your choice of attire, combined with the fact that you hadn’t done your hair, and knew that you weren’t feeling great. Giving you an empathetic smile he wrapped his arms around your frame as you sniffled into his chest.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered into his chest. Finding warmth in his arms you nuzzled in further. He led the pair of you back to your couch and laid you down on it. Ice grabbed the blanket off the back of your couch. Sitting down on the coffee table, he moved the various mugs and the half-empty bowl of soup.

He wrapped the blanket around your shivering frame before stroking the hair back off your face. “What’s wrong, baby?” From what he could see, you were shivering even though it was over 85 degrees outside, you had a very sore throat, you were extremely flushed and most likely running a fever, and had a really bad cough.

You sighed, snuggling into the blanket. “I just woke up this morning and felt really crappy. I think I got it from one of your friends the other night,” Ice laughed lightly at your groan, knowing exactly what you were talking about. About 3 days ago you had been hanging out at Ice’s place with some of his friends from Top Gun, one of them just getting over a cold which he must have passed on to you. “What was his name? Chipper, or something?” Rolling his eyes slightly, Ice nodded. “And you never told me, what are you doing here?”

“I stopped off at your work to take you out for lunch but your coworker told me you called in sick so I came here,” He said it as if it was obvious. An argument was on the tip of your tongue, ready to tell him that he didn’t have to when he beat you to it. “Before you say it; yes I had to. What was I supposed to do, have you be sick and not come and check on you?” Ice smiled gently when you giggled at the incredulous look on his face.

Your laugh was interrupted by a yawn, Ice’s smile softening when he saw the sleepy look on your face. “Did you sleep much last night?” He questioned with a worried look. When you shook your head shyly he clicked his tongue. Standing, he tucked the blanket tighter around you and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Get some sleep.” He whispered against your skin. Moments later you were asleep on your couch, Ice smiling softly down at you.

Once he was sure you were asleep, Ice reached down and began collecting the various mugs littered around the room, one of your habits that he had a love-hate relationship with, before bringing them into the kitchen. Coming back into the living room he grabbed the soup bowl next, noticing how it was one that you hated the most. Odd.

Setting it near your sink Ice opened your cupboard, sighing when he noticed how it was the only kind you had. Ice knew how much you hated canned soup, only really liking the chicken noodle that you seemed to be out of. Something else Ice knew about you was just how much you loved his soup. It would only take him around an hour and a half to make but after a quick survey of your fridge, he realized that you were missing some of the key ingredients.

With a sigh he pulled his keys from his pocket and started moving towards the front door, knowing you would be asleep long enough for him to run to the store.

He looked at you once more before making a last-minute decision. Quietly padding up the stairs to your room he reached into the top drawer of your dresser, chuckling when he saw that your extensive candle collection had grown since he last saw it. Ice grabbed the one that he knew you liked to put on when you had a headache or when you were especially sleepy.

Downstairs, he lit the candle before making his way out to his car, starting it and pulling out of your driveway.

The store was practically empty when Ice arrived. He grabbed a basket from the front before he began browsing the shelves. Collecting a container of chicken broth along with a few vegetables, he made his way to the till. Ice paid the cashier and grabbed the single paper bag. He set it on his passenger seat before pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive back to your house was spent with Ice lost in thought. More specifically: lost in thought about you, about what the future held for the pair of you. It was obvious to anyone within a hundred-mile radius that Ice was desperately in love with you. And it was obvious to Ice that there was no one else in the world he would rather spend his life with. He knew with how hectic his life was that he was lucky to find someone that wanted to settle down with him. Especially with the risk of his job.

That was one of the hardest parts of your relationship. More than once the pair of you had gotten into an argument over it. The reason being that it was something that scared you more than you ever thought possible. Not knowing if he was going to come home caused you to worry every time he flew. Fights often stemmed from your anxiety but over time, Ice had grown to understand this, meaning that they were less and less the further you got into your relationship.

It was something that the pair of you were working on, trying always to understand each other. You were fairly good at it too, being able to tell when the other was upset and in need of comfort and exactly what type of comfort that was.

Ice was brought out of his thoughts when he turned onto a familiar street. He pulled into your driveway and brought the groceries into your kitchen. You were still fast asleep on your couch when he walked past causing him to smile fondly.

Switching on the small mint radio that you had in your kitchen, one that had provided a soundtrack to many late-night dances, Ice tied an apron around his waist. He began humming to the song floating softly through your kitchen as he heated the broth on the stove. Next, he began chopping up the vegetables before sliding them into the pot as well. About twenty minutes later Ice had finished what he needed to, placing the lid on the pot before heading back into your living room.

When he walked into the room Ice immediately picked up on the way you shifted on the couch. He could tell you were growing restless and moved to pick you up. For as long as Ice had known you well enough for you to trust him, you had had trouble staying asleep for long periods of time. Dreams often wound their way into your mind when you were asleep, causing you to jerk awake and rarely have a good night's sleep. The fact that you were sick just made it worse.

Ice picked you up gently and carried you up the stairs before setting you down on your bed and snuggling in behind you. The soup downstairs was simmering on low so Ice knew that everything would be fine if you both fell asleep for a little while. The second that his arms wrapped around your waist you settled, finding comfort, even in your unconscious state, in his arms.

Ice woke up first, the scent of his soup floating through your house. He stood from the bed softly and covered you with the duvet before making his way down the stairs.

Seconds after Ice stepped off the stairs you began stirring, waking up moments after he had. Your headache had cleared significantly.

Downstairs, Ice was ladling the soup into two bowls. He set it on a tray along with a tall glass of apple juice, your preferred drink when you were sick. With steady hands he carried the tray up to your room, pausing slightly with a shocked expression when he saw you were awake.

“Hey there, sailor,” You greeted him through a sleepy yawn. Rolling his eyes at the annoying nickname you gave him, Ice set the tray on your bedside table before sitting beside you.

He softly brushed a stray hair off your forehead. “How ya feeling?” You smiled at him widely, instantly assuring the pilot that you were feeling much better than you had been when he arrived. Glancing down at the tray, you felt an immense warmth bloom in your chest when you saw the soup on it.

Ice smiled at your reaction, watching you try and inconspicuously wipe a tear that had gathered on your lash. “Thank you, Tom,” You whispered. Wrapping your arms around him you continued. “You didn’t have to.”

He rocked you back and forth as he pressed his lips to your hair. “Anything for you.” He murmured.

“Nice apron, by the way.” You teased Ice, staring down at the ‘kiss the cook’ apron that he was sporting around his waist. He laughed with you. Tickling your sides in retaliation, you squealed loudly as he grinned down at you. Ice pinned you to the bed, holding your wrists above your head as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now you’re gonna get sick.” You pouted up at him. He shrugged his shoulders with a soft look in his eyes.

That evening you and Ice stayed cuddled up in your bed, laughing together as you ate the delicious soup that he made. He gave you multiple more kisses throughout the night, no doubt ensuring that you would be taking care of him a week later. And Ice was a pain when he was sick.

a/n: Thank you for reading! requests are open.

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okay babes, y'all asked for it and as a people pleaser i can't help but to deliver..idk if y'all are ready for this no, no...y'all are ready,but are y'all deserving? everybody say 'thank you kara' bc this has been literally the only thing on my mind for days, and if im being quite honest with you, i 100% have plans for part three and four already. y'all im doing a whole series lmao.

p.s. bob newby did not deserve that death. also i am officially on stranger things 3 as of last night!! also omg tumblr in dark mode?? so much better! also p.s. my whole family is sick, started with my one year old, then she took out her daddy, my sister, my brother and myself. my mom is the last one standing. we're 95% sure it's covid for the third time (me and her have extremely weak immune systems). also i love this gif of him dacre is literally so pretty.

warnings: MINORS DO NOT OPEN! sexual plot, meet the family plot, dad!hopper, honestly ngl billy is 100% about to be super 'i want to make love to you' bc he is 100% lovesick for reader. please use condoms, this is for fictional pleasure only. definitely AU where all the weird freaky shit doesn't happen after the first and second seasons bc idk what's going on in the third yet. reminder that i don't usually edit/proofread.

PART ONE. part three

'..SIR, THATS MY FUTURE WIFE..' billy hargrove x female!hopper!reader

It had been a few weeks now since everyone had found out about you and Billy, you had decided that you would let everything cool down about the situation. The two of you weren't the only thing that the entire student body of Hawkins High could talk about anymore, and you felt like your father could finally look you in the eyes again. You were trying to plan a nice family dinner between you, your sister and your father. It wasn't quite going according to plan, somehow, you had managed to burn the pasta noodles just a tad.

"Um, Y/N," Your dad said after taking a bite of his plate, he was wearing his work uniform, about to do another night shift. "I think you bu-" You glare at him and he shuts up. "Nevermind, it tastes great."

"Thank you, dad." You say, taking a chunk out of your garlic bread. You gave Eleven a smile, she was eating across from you without a complaint but you could tell that it must have tasted bad by the look on her face. "..is it really that bad?"

"No-" The girl had started to say, though your father's voice interrupted her. "How about I order a pizza instead?" You sigh, slumping back in your chair, closing your eyes for a brief moment before you got up to clear the table, washing the dishes and disposing of the burnt mess you had accidentally concocted.

After a while you heard the doorbell ring and you heard your father's heavy footsteps on his way to answer it. You faintly heard a brief conversation and turned off the kitchen sink just as the door closes, finishing drying the last dish just as he makes it to the table, two boxes of pizza in his hand. One for him and El to split, one for you because he always remembered your favorite, just like Billy.

You sit wordlessly, giving the two of them clean plates for their slices before you open your box, your mouth watering. If you were being honest, this was definitely more appealing than what you had made. You had been stressed the past few days, trying to work your dad up into a really big step in both of your guys' lives and you couldn't help but crave one of your comfort foods as a way to help ease your overwhelming discomfort with this new part of your life.

After a while, and just as your dad sits back in his chair, arms stretching behind his head in a way that you knew to mean that he was stuffed, you decide that now is as good a time as any. With a shakey breath you drop your pizza crust into the box and turn in your seat to face him.

"Dad, can I ask you something?" You ask, head cocked to the side, what you hope is a charming smile on your face. El continues to eat her pizza, curious as to what was about to happen, though secretly she was ready to get to her sleep over with Max at the Byers' house, you had made the arrangements, wanting an evening to yourself and she had readily agreed, tired of hearing about you go on and on about how in love with Billy you were.

The chief looks at you almost suspiciously, his mustache damn near twitching in nervousness, because that was what you did hear lately, make him nervous. God, he knew you were a teenager, hell he knew you were an adult now really, but you terrified him now that you were out in the world experiencing..things. "Yes?" He replies tentatively, almost as if he was unsure of his own answer.

You close your eyes taking a deep breath and you can almost feel him tense, and you can practically feel his dad brain yelling at him run away, to abort mission and go straight to work.

"It's been a few weeks now, and I know you're not exactly fond of the idea of him," You say, and fuck you were ready to run away yourself, abort mission and hide under your bed for the rest of your life, but you don't, you just cringe and shoulder on. "but i would really appreciate it if you would please let me have Billy over for dinner tomorrow night."

Your father is silent and you look up at him, his mouth is working but no sound comes out. You can see the red in his face, just underneath the stubble on his face and god you knew your face was just as red.

Eleven looked between the two of you, eyes wide and confused, what the hell was going on? He was never this awkward about Mike coming over, and why were you suddenly so awkward? Her pizza was abandoned at this point as she took mental notes to ask Max and Joyce later this evening.

"Daddy, please." You beg, turning to face him completely in your chair. You give him the big, begging doe eyes that used to get you everything you wanted as a child and he can't look away from you, though he still wears the pained expression. "I don't ask you for anything, ever, i take care of you and El and i cook and i clean and i don't ask you for a thing, except for this..would it really be so bad for you to meet him face to face? Man to man? He's really not so bad dad, I think you might actually get along." Okay so maybe you were really laying it on thick, but you knew you were making a valid point, you took care of three of you, and you kept up your grades at school, you were a good girl and you never asked for too much, so why couldn't he just give you this one thing?

You seem him make an almost angry face and he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face as he lets out a loud, almost terrified groan. "Okay, okay, dinner, tomorrow." He says and you squeal excitedly, though he holds his hand up to stop you. "His ass is here by five-thirty or he isn't allowed inside. Understood?"

You nod vigorously, standing from your chair and wrapping your arms around your dad, hugging him tightly. You feel him pat your back and you give him a kiss on the cheek and you feel him smile. "Thank you, thank you!" You say, jumping up and down. "I love you!" You look up at the clock on the kitchen wall. "Shit, you guys better get going."

You see them both out, giving El a hug and your father another kiss to his cheek, you watch them drive off before happily closing the door, headed towards the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

After an hour or so you settle yourself into your bathrobe, putting your hair up and away from your face as you put on a facial cleansing mask, all of the stress of the past few weeks had made you break out in a string of pimples and you wanted to get rid of them before they became so much of a problem that you needed makeup to cover all of them.

You hummed to yourself in the bathroom mirror, the shower water heating up behind you. There was nothing better than a self care night, and personally you had gotten used to doing them with your sister but you did enjoy having the evening alone.

You're so engrossed in what you're doing that you don't even notice the front door opening and closing, because stupidly, you hadn't locked it. It was Hawkins, what really went wrong here? And you certainly don't notice the sound of boots coming down the hallway, your the man humming along to a tune, finishing off a piece of your pizza crust.

He finds you in the bathroom and leans against the doorway, watching you for a moment. He couldn't help the small smile on his face, just something about watching you doing something so simple as putting whatever the hell that was on your face brought him so much happiness he didn't know how to describe it. Honestly, he knew he was in love with you, he was one hundred percent gone for you. He knew that weeks ago, hell, he knew it over a month ago when he had just looked at you and wanted nothing more than to tuck up into his arms and never let you go. He knew it when you had taken him into your arms and held him, letting him know that you were there for him, taking care of him and the bruises his father had left silently, though he could see the hurt in your eyes that it brought you, the sadness. He knew he was done for right then and there because he had felt safe, he had felt safe and loved and protected.

"You really should lock your door, sweetheart, you never know what kind of creep could just wonder in." He sees you jump, but immediately relax as you recognize his voice. He can't keep the chuckle from coming out.

"Says the creep that walked into my house." You say, turning around to face him. You lean against the counter, taking him in. You smiled, happy to see him, no visible bruises either, and he seemed like he was in good spirits by the grin he wore on his devilishly handsome face, it was one that you absolutely adored, the kind of grin that reached his eyes and lit up the whole room, the kind that looked like pure unfiltered happiness. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugs, moving from the doorframe to make his way to you. "Well, I dropped Maxine off at the same time your dad dropped off El, i thought I'd come by and see my girl while she was alone.." He says, before gesturing towards your face. "What's going on here?" He pokes your forehead, and you roll your eyes batting his hand away as he rubs some of the substance between his thumb and forefinger, curious.

"I have stress pimples, I need to make them go away, face masks help." You say turning back to the sink. You were just getting ready to wipe it away when he startled you. You reach over to get a clean rag, wetting it with warm water.

"What's got you stressed,?" He asks, actually curious as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he settles his chin on your shoulder, watching you. "hmm, baby?"

"My dad. I finally asked him to meet you." You say, wiping your face off as you lean back into his embrace, totally relaxed in his presence. He raises an eyebrow at you in the mirror. "He says you better be here tomorrow night for dinner, five-thirty and not a minute later or he won't let you in."

Billy chuckles, kissing your neck gently. "I'll be here at five then, surprise him." He says and you hum happily, finishing with your face before you sef the rag down, turning around in his arms before placing a slow, gentle kiss to his lips. He hums, his arms tightening around you, resting his forehead against yours when you finally pull away. "I missed you.."

You give him a love dopey grin at his words, suddenly remembering the shower running behind you guys. "Want to get in with me?" You ask, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Billy laughs, but happily shrugs off his jacket and slips his skin tight tshirt over his head, watching as you take your robe off, already completely naked. He can't help but watch you, admiring your body as you step in to the tub, the water already the perfect temperature.

After a minute or two he gets in after you, his arms going back around you as you let the warm water run over you, and now him as he stands behind you, your body pressed against his, erection he didn't even realize he had pressing against your ass.

You hum appreciatively at the feeling, turning around a small smirk on your face. "You really did miss me, huh?" The two of you hadn't had much time for each other, your dad had briefly grounded you for sneaking out, and though you'd seen Billy throughout the school day, you couldnt risk getting in trouble again, though that didn't stop you two from sneaking in a quickie in the back of his car again, and a few days ago the two of you had fucked in the boys locker room, Steve had almost caught you guys too, though thankfully he was completely oblivious and just needed to grab something from his locker that was one row over from where you two were. It didn't stop Billy from fucking you the whole time he was there though, your back pressed against the lockers, his hand over your mouth as his cock slid in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

God the memory had you fucking squirming.

"Baby, just looking at you gets me hard." He sighs, running his hand through your hair, tilting your head back so it would get wet. "But to answer your question, I miss you to the point that I crave you..I want nothing more than to have my cock buried deep in your pretty fucking cunt," He says, his voice that husky low sound that you just loved so much. You rubbed your thighs together at his words, feeling your face flush in response. "but im not going to fuck you in the shower, infact im not going to fuck you at all tonight.." You whine almost sadly at his words, pouting up at him. "tonight i want to make love to you, slow and sweet in your bed, wrap you up in my arms and let you know how much i care about you, let you feel how deeply in fucking love with you i am, because i am so very, very in love with you, y/n.." He didn't feel scared to say it, admit it out loud, because he already knew so deep down in his soul, he knew it and so did Maxine because as much as the little shit annoyed him, she knew him too well.

You're taken aback by his words, looking up at him. Of all the things that had ever come out of his mouth, that was not at all what you were expecting to hear in that moment. You knew he loved you, you had known it for a while now in the way that he listened to you, and let you talk, in the way that you unabashedly had all of his attention twenty four fucking seven, but god, to hear him say it? Fuck, you didn't think you'd ever been more turned on by him.

"Billy," You say, voice soft, he looks almost scared of you in that moment, of what you're going to say. He looks like a child that knows they're about to be told that they couldn't have the candy they wanted. "baby, i love you too, ive loved you from the moment you first smiled at me.." You say, standing up on your tip toes to plant a sweet, loving kiss on his lips.

He relaxed at your words, your touch, and melts into your kiss, letting it become one of passion and heat. Before you know it he's reaching behind you and turning off the water, his hands going to the back of your thighs, squeezing as a way to tell you to jump, you do so immediately mouth still moving against his.

Billy carefully steps out of the tub with you, planting his feet firmly on the floor, grabbing your towel off of the hook before wrapping it around you, drying off your back as he starts walking out of the bathroom and do the room across the hall, he had known it was yours by the two beds, and he knew that yours was the farthest closest to the wall in the back of the room, the bigger bed.

He lays you down gently, breaking the kiss to slowly climb on top of you, reattaching his lips to the skin of your jaw and working his way down, leaving soft, gentle hickies below your collarbone, even going so far as to plant one above each of your breasts, which he then subsequently spent time sucking on, taking each nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, biting them ever so gently with his teeth.

He watched you, the way that you bucked up against him, your hands grasping onto any part of his skin that you could get to. He felt his cock grow somehow even harder as he heard your soft, breathless moans and met your eyes, he winks at you, making his way even farther downwards as he spreads your legs, both hands planted on the insides of your thighs as he dipped his head down to your glistening pussy.

He hums at the sight, letting his thumb rub up and down over your folds, groaning as it comes away glistening in your arousal. "Always so fucking wet for me baby girl.." He groans out, voice deep and husky. "So fucking perfect for me.."

You moan at his words, his touch, bucking your hips up ever so slightly towards his face, begging him to give you something, anything to release the pressure building up inside of you, fuck you just wanted to feel him. "Please, baby, please..do something.." You groan out, your voice embarrassingly whiny, but he seems to love it as a smirk crosses his lips.

It must be what he had wanted to hear because almost immediately his mouth is on your pussy, his long tongue running up and down, circling your clit before sipping inside of you, it was agonizingly pleasurable, your toes curling, hands gripping his curly hair tightly as he suddenly takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it with fervor.

Your hips buck against him wildly and he tightens his grip in your thighs, digging his fingers in before he lets one side go, bringing one of his arms up to rest across your lower belly, holding you in place as he uses his free hand to push one of his fingers into you, moving it in and out slowly.

You let out a string of moans, each one becoming louder and louder, each chant of words becoming a little less understandable as he added a other finger, and then another, curling them inside of you as finger fucked you, still sucking on your clit with a passion.

Within moments he has you cuming, your body shuddering against him as he holds you in place, groaning as your yank on his hair harshly because fuck he did love it when you played with his hair.

Once you're settled he crawls back up towards you, hovering above you. He takes your face in one hand, bringing the other one up to your mouth. "Open." His voice is gruff, but eagerly you do as told, taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them as if they were his cock. He has to close his eyes, keep himself from cuming all over you right then and there because fucking hell he hadn't ever seen a sexier sight than that before. "Taste good princess?"

You nod your head, looking at him. "So fucking good, baby." You say, your voice throaty from moaning like you had been. He moans, the hand that's gripping your face tightening as he leans down to kiss you, moving so that he's between your legs again, though this time you feel his cock brush against your still throbbing pussy, and involuntarily you moan, your body pressing up against him. "Please, Billy, I want to feel you..please baby.." You beg again, though you knew you didn't really have to.

He's quick to oblige, his own need to feel you around him, to fuck you until he can't anymore taking over. Though he keeps to his word, he's not rough like normal, he glides in and out of you with short, deep thrusts shifting so one of his arms is wrapped around your body, holding him into his chest. You cling to him, legs wrapped his waist and arms wrapped around his torso, a moaning mess under him once more.

You moan his name repeatedly and he can't take his eyes off of you because you just looks so fucking beautiful underneath him like that, your face flushed, relaxed, you look like you're in total fucking bliss with that dumb little smile you get and he can't help but to fall in love with you more, after a good while he feels you start to come undone again, your legs tightening around him as your hips meet his with each thrust.

You groan a string of words as he rides you through it, his pace steady and unwavering, though three words from you is suddenly all it takes for him. You look up at him, eyes meeting his, your hands in his hair and fucking hell you really do look beautiful. "I love you, Billy.." It was a whisper, but fuck within a second of it leaving your lips his pace faltered and he was cuming inside of you, hot thick spurts hitting you so hard that you could feel it start to drip out of you before he had even pulled out.

He lays on top of you for a few minutes, wrapped in your embrace as you both calm yourselves down. He plants slow, sweet kisses to your cheeks, slowly moving all over your face as he tells you he loves you over and over again..

You woke the next morning to a pounding on your door, scaring you awake, Billy even jumping next to you, lifting his head up to look around wildly. He had slept hard with you wrapped up tightly in his arms, pressed against his chest, and at some point during the night you had gotten up to get his things from the bathroom and to close and lock your door, hoping your father would be so exhausted that you'd be able to sneak Billy out without him noticing in the morning.

Clearly you had been wrong.

He pounds again and Billy gives you a panicked, wide eyed look.

"Y/N Hopper, you've got five minuets to get your ass up out of that bed, out of this room and get it into the kitchen, am i understood?" You heard him say, his voice thick with some kind of emotion. You weren't quite sure if it was anger or something else. "You too, Billy!" He gives one last pound to the door and the two of you share a wide eyed, terrified look.

Quickly you throw Billy his Tshirt that you had thrown on last night, and he catches it, shrugging it on before pulling his pants up over his boxers. You shrug one of your night gowns on over your head, before pulling your robe over top, trying to make it look as if you hadn't been doing anything, though you knew he was too smart to fall for that.

You give Billy a quick kiss before opening your door and leading him out to the kitchen. Your father sits in his chair at the table, arms crossed as he stares at the two of you, you feel his eyes boring into yours for a few minutes, the silence radiating off of him terrifying you to your core, and you could tell Billy was nervous too. Your father's gaze moves to him next, and after another moment he finally speaks.

"Go get dressed, Y/N, give us a few minutes together." He says, dismissing you with a stern look. You give Billy's hand a reassuring squeeze, and do as told, not wanting to cross him any farther.

He waits until he hears your bedroom door shut before gesturing to the chair closest to him, your chair. "Sit down, Billy." He says. Billy does as told, not wanting to fuck this up and end up even farther on his bad side. "Now look, I wasn't exactly expecting to see you until this evening and boy was I surprised to find your car in my driveway and my daughter's bedroom door locked." He stayed quiet, not wanting to yell because he had gotten the sense from you that Billy's home life was a constant battle, and he knew that yelling would most likely make him defensive. He wanted to speak to Billy like a man, like you had asked him to. "The whole time I was working I was thinking about what I was going to ask you, and i had it all figured out finally..I figure now is as good a time as any.."

Billy looks up at him, nervously, quietly.

"Now look, my daughter hasn't come out and said it yet, but she is head over heels in love with you, Hargrove, and that's fine and all, but you seem like the type of boy who likes to break little girls' heart's.." He says, and Billy's eye go wide, he didn't think the man would know his reputation, boy word really traveled, huh? "So, Billy, are you planning on breaking my little girls heart?" Your father knew at the end of the day that he couldn't stop you from being with him, he had raised you too head strong for that, but he wanted to know what he was going to deal with if or when this thing went sideways.

Billy shakes his head, looking at him. He shifts in his seat, trying to think of the words to say. "Sir, I know what my reputation says about me," He says, keeping his voice quiet so you wouldn't hear. "but only I know how I truly feel, and as far as im concerned, that is my future wife in that bedroom back there." He sees a change in Hopper's face, he hadn't expected that level of an answer at all. "I know it's sounds crazy, and I know that we're young, but when im with her, it's like..it's like i feel like an entirely different person, a better person and i want to be a better person in every fucking way because i want to be everything that she wants me to be and more." Billy says, the truth just spewing out of him in ways that he didn't even know, but he knew that he meant every word. "And when I'm not with her? It's like i can't even breathe properly, like very part of me is being broken down bone by agonizing bone until I see her again, even if it's just passing in the school halls and she gives me that beautiful little smile of hers, it's enough to breathe life back into me until the next time that I see her or until I get to hold her in my arms again..sir, with all do respect, I am completely, irrevocably in love with your daughter..and i will never, ever break her heart, infact she could break mine and i would still feel the same way about her at the end of the day."

Hop is silent for a moment, and Billy continues on. "And if I do mess up, if i do hurt her in some stupid way, i will gladly let you beat my ass to a bloody pulp, I would welcome you with open arms and a smile on my face because i would probably fucking deserve it for doing something so stupid as to ruin what I have with her." He finishes, glancing back towards the hallway. He meant every word of what he said, he could feel it in his soul.

Hop stares at him for a moment longer before nodding in approval, sticking his hand out for him to shake. "Then I guess we have an agreement." He says, Billy grips his hand firmly, nodding. "Sweetheart, come in here please!"

You come within a moment, staring at the two of them. "Yeah?" You ask, fidgeting with your hands as you stare at him, unable to read either of their expressions, but you can feel the emotions in the room and if made to nervous.

"Billy here is going to spend the day since it's the weekend," He says, giving him a look that says he has no choice. Billy breathes a sigh of relief, shooting you a small smile that makes you visibly relax. "He's going to help me clean the junk out of the spare room, if he's going to be staying over I'd prefer you have your own privacy away from your sister."

You had told your dad in few details about what was going on at Billy's house, and you knew that this was stemming from that, and the fact that he seemed to like him, you could tell your father was more at ease than he had been in weeks, you knew this was an open invitation for Billy to stay as often as he wanted, and you wondered if he was taking it as such.

"We'll leave your old bed in there, I'm sure Max will want to spend the night with El eventually.." He stands from his chair, tossing you his keys. "Speaking of, why don't you go they the two of them, bring them back here, she can stay for dinner too, I'll call your parents, I'm sure they won't mind hearing from me."

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trashytoastboi · 9 months

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Could I request a pregnancy and parental headcannon for killer I loved your others and killer is one of my favorite. I love your writing!😍😍

Heyya! Of course bean ^^ so sorry for the late reply and long wait, hope you enjoy~

Headcanons: Killer x F! S/O - Pregnancy and Parental

(Female pronouns)

Killer

Pregnancy

🍜 Honestly, probably some of the most unexpected pieces of news Killer ever anticipated on hearing. He had been preoccupied with survival and grandeur dreams of elevating Kid to be the pirate king. While navigating the craziness that was the grandline and the new world. So hearing {Name} tell him the news of her pregnancy was very unexpected. She waited, hoping to find an opportune moment but one never arised, so in perhaps a little more casual manner than she wanted, she delivered the news over sharing a bowl of pasta.

🍜 Well after the initial choking on his noodles, Killer had to take a moment. He gathered his thoughts, being the worry wart he weighed the pros and cons of the news. {Name} knew Killer, so his outright lack of a reaction was expected but still anxiety inducing nevertheless. “Are you sure?” Was Killer’s first words, {Name} confirmed once again and explained being checked three times by different doctors who all confirmed the news. Truth be told, Killer felt so out of depth but still he concealed a smile beneath his mask.

🍜 Killer is the pique of information, he knows every good food, bad food, and expected symptom. Everything, in fact he was so involved that he developed morning sickness. The condition is better known as sympathetic pregnancy. Killer becomes a bit overbearing and tries to restrict {Name’s} contact with anything dangerous and begins to think in extremities. {Name} does calm him down, explaining that all that information is very vital and his concern is valid, but she knows her body as well. Sometimes all it took was placing his hand on her stomach to feel those over energetic kicks to really calm him down.

🍜If he could, he would literally carry her everywhere. {Name} refuses, but Killer still offers all the time. To make up for this Killer does frequently insist on giving {Name} foot massages, knowing that her feet will hurt after too much walking and standing. The rest of the crew also got a tad annoyed by Killer’s baby proofing of literally everything on the ship. Or accidentally neglecting duties because he is too distracted reading all those parenting books.

🍜Had roped Kid into preparing a whole bunch of stuff like toys, a crib and even a mobile. The crew honestly got so excited thanks to Killer that there was a silent war over who would be named the official godfather. Though Killer had already dubbed them all the uncles. Killer also grew insanely adept at sewing because he made a majority of {Name’s} maternity clothes and some babygrows, one in just about every colour.

Parental

🍜 Killer had been imagining the moment when he would first see and meet his child. He never knew what he would feel, or how he would react. Newborns admittedly looked a little uglier than he expected. He couldn’t fathom how such a tiny and fragile human existed. Killer never once sat and thought about how everyone started as babies, it’s not one of those things he thinks about but seeing his child and just how tiny they were, they could practically fit in the palm of his hand.

🍜 So hesitant and afraid to hold the tiny baby. Takes a lot of encouragement and reassurance from {Name} before Killer feels secure enough to hold his child for the first time. He remembers being nervous, but also excited. The soft bundle of warmth that made some weird noises while remaining fast asleep in his arms. Much like {Name} the process of learning to be a parent was an arduous one, Killer was more afraid of accidentally hurting them than anything.

🍜 10/10 Killer would do anything for this tiny human, no questions asked. The feelings of being a parent was not just the anxiety, the questions of if he was doing it well or even regretting mistakes where he could have handled it differently. It was an inexplicable and sometimes overwhelming feeling of love and joy even from the most mundane things. Looking forward to seeing them grow but at the same time being sad about it, a bittersweet feeling.

🍜 In terms of how Killer tries to shape his parenting is a little on the strict side. He explains the best he can, to a level that could be understood by a child for the rules he enforces. He is permissive at times when it can be afforded and does indulge and encourage curiosity unless it something that could be detrimental or dangerous for them. On some things he is immovable and stubborn. A fair example was when he put his foot down, not allowing his babybean to eat too many sweets in fear of them getting stomach aches or cavities. Killer was devastated when they said that they hated him though.

🍜 Before making any big decisions or needing some form of council he always fell to {Name’s] wisdom, she always explained things in a different way or could see things differently. Sometimes he didn’t know if he was doing this whole dad thing right, he felt insecure in himself despite always trying his best. He knew that sometimes his intentions couldn’t easily be conveyed or could be misunderstood. Killer truly wants the best for babybean, and constantly tries to work to achieve that.

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5; An Arm And A Leg

Before reading, be warned;

Please read chapter 1-4 (Up on Blog and on Wattpad) before reading this, thank you!!

Contains

Blood

Extreme gore in the end

Violence

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Wambus hopped off the small, rickety boat and stumbled onto the sand. Taking in the sight of Boiling Bay, it wasn't much different from what he remembered. Minus the Piles upon Piles of Dead Bugsnax that seemed like sharp rocks in his way.

Wambus stepped closer, examining every inch of it up close, yet it felt so far away. The sky was tinted gray, the moon casting a blue, irritating glow across the island, not a cloud in sky, nor a twinkle from a star. Wambus just stared. It all felt too familiar, but no memory resurfaced in his mind. Why?

Wambus turned away, and he took his small steps in the sand, taking his time. Every step, he heard the faint sounds of Bugsnaxs, almost like snarling. Nothing of that of what he could remember of a Bunger or a strabby... or anything at this point. Like the air he breathed, it infested his mind with fog, and he'd soon be just shell.

Whatever, those were his silly thoughts.

Dragging his pack along, trying not to be caught by any snak in sight. Now, they seemed to be showing up. Covered in mold, barely able to stand, looking... delectable.

Wambus sped up his pace, hiding behind anything and everything he could as to not be caught by a steaming hot Noodler, with the noodles in the bowl spilling out like a thousand hands. Or, to not be bashed in the head by a chilly and aggressive Paletoss Grande, it seemed to be slowly melting into the island. Wambus tried not to stare.

He gulped as he scurried along, his long an wavy tail carrying behind him. It felt heavier...Wambus looked behind him, his tail swaying as a La Sodieux, foaming at the mouth with fizz crawled it's way up his tail, onto his shoulder. He stared, confused, mesmerized but quickly flicked it off, becoming more frantic as he realized his presence was now known.

Now, the fun had begun, and he had no choice but to run.

Quickly climbing on top of the old ship, trying to get the higher ground, a red banopper knocked him off with great force before he could even get a foot on the surface, feeling a few bones crack as he fell back.

He had no to hesitate. He quickly got up and bolted away, running past the sharp mountain and looking for somewhere to hide.

It was hot, but there was an open cave nearby, so he ran in. With the Bugsnax following quickly behind and alerted to his presence, Wambus took a leap of faith, literally. The place was covered in molten rock from the volcano, shaky like it was going to collapse at the seams. But at least if those Bugsnax were to follow him in, they'd be burnt to a crisp. Except that Noodler. He needed to figure out how to get rid of that Noodler. Luckily, he prepared for this. He grew sauce for a living, and those snax seemed to love that.

"Alright... let's try..." Wambus pulled out his old slingshot, quickly grabbed a fresh fruit of hot sauce from his pack, and tossed it towards the Paletoss Grande.

The Noodler quickly became distracted by the smell of it and away from Wambus. Wambus watched as the Noodler lunged forward towards the melting Paletoss Grande, devouring it. "Huh...Cannibalism, I guess." Wambus noted to himself. But now, he had no time to waste.

Wambus did his best not to stumble, as he tried to make it across and away from the Noodler... it was really getting annoying. One stumble, and he was done for.

Wambus made it across to the end and bolted to the smaller opening. It all seemed like one big cave system. If he could even get to Simmering Springs, that would be a miracle.

"Ughhh....are we there yet?" Beffica paced back and forth impatiently.

"C'mon, Beff, we're only...12 hours into the trip, we've still got 19 hours left!" Filbo tried to lighten to mood, but was awfully focused on reading through Eggabell and Lizbert's old notes... what was left of them.

"I know it's just... what are we supposed to expect there?! What was Wambus of all of us doing there?" Beffica looked at Triffany, who was awfully silent. She looked miserable.

"I'll tell ya what, he's gone mad!" Cromdo said, finally getting up.

"Don't jump to conclusions just yet, darling. As much as I want to agree with you..." Wiggle mumbled that last part to herself.

"Triffany, are you alright, bro? You seem..."

Chandlo and Snorpy looked at each other.

"You seem out of it, dawg." Chandlo said, leaning over to see her exhausted face.

"Oh dear...I... I can't really lie about this now, can I." Triffany kept her eyes in front of her, starting to sweat.

"Allow me to take over for a little while." Floofty said as they quickly scooted Triffany out of the way of the Helm and taking control, keeping a sturdy grip somehow.

Triffany sighed and sat on one of the cargo boxes they packed. No words, just... scilence.

"What was I thinking... of course, he would do something so... stupid!" Triffany sighed, taking of her hat, wiping her forehead, trying not to cry.

"What if we're too late? What if he's dead by now?!" Triffany muttered to herself, as... Filbo came over and sat down next to her.

"I-I.. I'm sure he's alright. He's Wambus! He's survived in nature all his life. It's his calling!..." Filbo wanted to lighten the mood.

"It just... feels like I know nothing about him anymore. Like he's... a different person." Triffany leaned back and sighed.

"But that's just me...I can't handle change..."

Filbo looked over at Triffany and hugged her.

"Maybe change is important, and we're just... getting used to it."

Triffany felt Flibo hug her as she looked down at her hands. It all felt too familiar. It was something she didn't experience.

She just wanted Wambus back. And Wambus wanted her.

"What do you think it'll be like there? On snaktooth, I mean?" Flibo let go and asked Triffany.

"I....it probably hasn't changed much from the last time we saw it." "I'm not sure what to expect."

"I shouldn't have dragged you all along, what if-"

"Whoa, whoa! You aren't dragging us along! We're coming with you, by our own choice. That's what we do, right?" Filbo smiled.

Triffany chuckled. "You sound just like your..." She hesitated. They weren't ready to tell him yet.

"...like who?"

"Hey, we got an issue over here!" Gramble shouted, as Triffany and Flibo quickly turned their attention over.

"What's going on?" Flibo asked."

It appears to me that we are running out of wood to continue our trip in the sky." Snorpy stated. "Luckily, we're on a boat, so we can still travel by sea. Though, I'm not sure how long that would extend our trip to Snaktooth... let me think."

Snorpy paced around the airship, and Gramble looked around, confused.

"Anyone seen Shelda?" He asked.

"Tch, that fraud has been awfully silent since we departed." Floofty said, keeping their eyes ahead of them.

"Maybe she's sleepin', dawg....?" Chandlo mumbled.

"Sleeping or not, I have my suspensions." Floofty said aggressively back.

"Could you not agure with someone for two seconds?!" Snorpy said with an agitated voice as he continued to count the wood.

All the arguing, it was all so... familiar. To Filbo, at least.

The ship was silent now as Triffany stared off into the moonlight.

"I wonder how he's holding up..."

Wambus was shaking, covered in scratches. It had been 3 hours. He'd been searching... what for. This scene... the snow, the freezing air...His nightmares. They were finally becoming a reality.

"Wambus?..." His ears perked up, and he heard a voice. He looked around the corner, seeing...

"E-Eggabell? Lizbert?"

Wambus smiled. He smiled brightly. Guess it would be a short trip, after all. He was foolish. He saw the two quickly run into the darkness of what seemed like some ancient ruin, carved into the mountain.

"Hey...W-wait!"

Wambus pulled out his slingshot and fruit of chocolate sauce, just in case, but following after. Deeper and deeper, he went into the darkness.

"Where did you two- AH!"

One more step, and he... fell. Farther and Farther, it was endless. It was dark. He couldn't catch himself but was caught by the arm by none other than Eggabell.

"HOLD ON!" Eggabell tried to pull Wambus up, trying to get him onto safe ground."

I-I...Uhm...!!" Wambus clawed at the walls. They were made out of snax. All of it... all of it was snax.

"Where... where are we..." Wambus felt his blood chill as with the help of Eggabell was able to get back up to the ground... It felt like the island got...deeper. It grew...

"What...what's going on?! How...are you... alive?" Wambus had many questions, but Eggabell simply got up and started to walk..

"C'mon." She said blankly.

Wambus quickly grabbed his slingshot but followed after.

"Hey, where'd you- Lizbert?"

Wambus peaked his head around the corner. It was so strange, it was Eggabell... then Lizbert."

Lizbert, what's going on? I thought you'd...well..." Wambus hesitated as he looked around.

He walked over to the walls of the underground and poked it. Immediately, it looked like fresh, carbona soda started pouring out from a small hole in the food. Leaking onto the ground, Wambus took a step back, confused. He quickly realized he lost both Eggabell and Lizbert.

"Dang it..."

He walked away from the leak. His feet were wet, and he hated it. He was walking for a few more minutes, getting lost among the many tunnels and connections. It was no use. He was as good as lost. Seeing a small, dim light at one tunnel, he quickly ran for it. It was nothing but a figment, but there was... another endless pit at the bottom. "Wambus, what are you doing." Lizbert walked over, standing behind him. He could hear the monotone in her voice. It was so... Unreal.

"..."

Wambus turned around and aimed his slingshot at her.

"You're not Lizbert, or Eggabell, are you?"

Wambus was quick to figure it out but felt stupid for being do naïve for so long.

"Answer me!" Lizbert gave no answer, but she quickly lunged forward at him, pinning him down.

Wambus screamed, trying to push her off as he watched her face melt like ice cream to reveal nothing but Bugsnax. It was all just bugsnax.

"The...WHAT THE HELL..."

Wambus was stunned. They weren't alive. He had been tricked. He felt his stress build up slowly, blood trinkling down his face as he was slammed head first into the molding ground

."AH!"

He quickly threw 'Lizbert' off of him, only to be sent back to the edge of the cliff.

"No no no no...."

He could only catch a glimpse of the bugsnax trying to retake a new form but failed miserably, as he fell.

Down and down, he went, falling endlessly for a few moments before something caught him. Not a hand. A Noodle. It was like the island itself was alive and hungry. Just by his left arm, and it pulled tight. Almost as if to tear it off, not to pull him to freedom. Wambus screeched in pain as he loud a growl, trying to get away, but he was in thin air, held up by this. What was he supposed to do. It was him against an island.

He felt his muscles pop. Soon, his blood vains would snap took. He could only let out cries of pain and agony as what seemed like a leaf of a strabby, tugging on his leg. The pain was indescribable. Wambus felt himself losing consciousness. In the end, he was just some rag doll to this island.

He closed his eyes, trying to endure the pain. Before letting out a loud, ear piercing screech of pure suffering of what was inflicted. He saw he was missing in arm. He could no longer think straight. He was being torn limb from limb. This is his fate.

Slowly, to make the pain last longer, he felt the bones of his right leg be torn out of place, the bare skin under his fluffy blur fur be torn like it was being stabbed. It's more than just a stab wound now.Now he was missing an arm, too. And he fell...

As long as it took, he gave up. No worth in pleading for help with you're now just a husk. It was perfect. It was deserved.

Wambus could give a weak smile, feeling himself fall. Ground was inching closer. So what if he broke a few bones from the fall. He'd die here anyway. He felt himself hit the ground finally... he was sinking. He was starting to panic once more. He couldn't choke out a word. Whatever he was in... it smelt sweet. Jam. Strawberry jam. He used his remaining arm to try and get out of it, but it was like quick sand. His squirming was useless. He felt himself sink and sink... all he could do now was let the planet reclaim him.

Every struggle and turn, his blood loss from his arm and leg made weaker and weaker... until his mouth was no longer showing, soon his eyes, all was his hat. It floated on the pool of Jam for a little bit, but sunk too. To answer Triffany's question; that was how he was doing.

And it only costed him an arm and a leg.

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