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luveline · 5 months

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hi jade! :) i wanted to potentially request anything with poly!marauders x reader? maybe winter themed since its december now?

you write remus, james, & sirius x reader so well that i started reading fanfic for them because of you! i love your style, keep it up lovely! <3 sending you all my love

thank you, ily!! ♡ fem!reader

James’ car idles outside of your work.

You rush down the frosted steps despite the danger, and open the passenger door with a, “Hello,” that can't be dimmed. You could not be happier to see him in his dark-haired, light-eyed glory. Your hands shake at the sight of him alone.

“Hello,” he says keenly.

You climb across the handbrake to kiss him. He takes your face into two big hands, expectant, waiting for you and twice as eager. “Oh, shit, I missed you,” you say, smashed into his lips and leaning further still, “Did you have a good time? Did–”

James rubs your cheek with his thumb, silently asking for you to slow down, and kisses you again. His lips are soft as anything, his hands a little less so, rough of his palms sliding up your cheeks to just behind your ears. He's quick and rather aggressive about it considering you're only a couple of yards from your place of work, but you don't care.

Clearly, he missed you too.

James breaks the kiss to hug you to him, nosing at the side of your head as he says, “I missed you too. And I had a great time. Next year, you'll come with me.”

Your heart skips at the thought. Going home with James to visit his parents would be a dream, if only so you don't have to miss him for three weeks at a time.

He gives you a last quick kiss and drives you home. With his suitcase still in the car and his rucksack in the footwell, you realise he's picked you up before going home, and you rub it in Sirius’ face as soon as you can.

“He picked me,” you say, climbing out of the car, cheeks flush with the heat of having James’ hand on your thighs the entire way home.

Sirius doesn't seem too bothered. Remus worms around him, doesn't even wait for James to get out of the car, ducking in for an awkwardly skewed but achingly affectionate hug. It's not like Remus to show his emotions in any way that could be held against him, but it's clear he trusts the three of you to never do such a thing. You wouldn't.

“You okay?” James asks him quietly. You nearly miss it, apprehended and forced into a headlock by Sirius Black and his bad attitude.

“No more holidays,” Remus says.

“You look handsome anyways,” James says, “what's that about? Thriving in my absence or something?”

Remus flushes at the suggestion —you can see it, having breathlessly escaped Sirius' cruel grasp to stand watching their reunion. He mumbles a denial and burrows deeper into James’ arms.

Sirius is much less emotional than you or Remus, but he's in a good mood. You can tell, tucked under his happy touch. (You weren't rubbing it in that James picked you up first to be cruel, the opposite —you and Sirius love to argue. And the cool, mildly intimidating stare down thing he does gives you chills, so that's a bonus.)

“Alright!” James says, hand on Remus’ shoulder, rucksack on his arm as he shuts and locks the driver's side door. “Let's see how you idiots have done with the decorations.”

“Not nice,” you say.

“But accurate,” Sirius says.

The truth is that without James’ direction, the Christmas decorations have barely been put up. You had the common sense to erect the Christmas tree and it’s adorned with carefully draped tinsel and polished baubles, but the rest of the home is lacklustre, to say the least. You've no stockings for the electric fire, no banners, no foiled hangings or silver trappings.

“Jesus,” James says, dropping his rucksack on the sofa. “This is sad. Where's the wooden bits? My white wooden Christmas tree? Absolutely minimal effort. I'm appalled.”

You and Remus look at one another and shrug. “We searched. Pulled out the airing cupboard and everything, it took ages, and we still didn't find them.”

“That's because it's up in the attic,” James says, chuckling to himself. “Idiots. Where's the stepladder?”

And this is where Sirius’ love rears its head, his arms wrapped around James’ legs as he climbs the ladder positioned dangerously on the landing by the open stairwell. “You can't be real,” James says, swaying dangerously as he pokes around up there with a torch. “You're worried about me? You were on the roof of the shed a month ago—”

“To get a fucking football for next door–”

“Oh, fuck this,” James says with a sigh. Before any of you can stop him, he's leveraging himself into the attic using his upper body strength.

You cross your arms over your chest with a smile. “That was fit.”

“Right?” Remus murmurs.

“Where's the fucking– Ah-hah! Alright, sweethearts, one of you come and grab this from me.”

Sirius looks up at the creaking attic above, frowning, his eyes narrowed. “I don't trust the floor.”

“Siri, just come and get them.”

You build a procession line and slowly unearth the three boxes of Christmas decorations, and a box of festive linens. Sirius helps James safely down onto stable footing, while you and Remus ferry the decorations downstairs. James is the Christmas nut of the lot of you, but Remus likes what James likes, especially now he's been missing him, and so they set about decorating your home while you and Sirius argue over who's making what for dinner. James’ favourite, since he's been away so long, you argue. Pizza, Sirius decides. “Look at the state of him. You know he goes home and Euphemia spoils him half to death.”

“Fully to death,” James says, dotting a kiss into your cheek as he passes with a sheet of snowflake window stickers. “But I was revived.”

Sirius kisses your other cheek, and Remus shouts for you to come and see the lights, lovely!

It's nice to have everyone home.

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stefans-brock · 4 months

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colby brock

scared!

summary: it's your turn to host pizza night in your apartment. during the night, your boyfriend announces his leave. oblivious to you, you don't realise he's still in your apartment - hiding away in the storage cupboard.

"colby! can you get the door, please? "

you lean over the upstairs railing, looking down to the living room, where your boyfriend, colby, laid on the couch.

he glances up to you before dropping his phone beside him. he gets up from the couch, striding over to the front door.

you hear him greet the delivery man before he takes the load of pizza boxes in his arms. "thanks man" you hear colby say as you run down the stairs.

colby was leaning the pizza boxes over the kitchen island, whilst his leg was stretched out behind him, shutting the front door.

"it smells so good" you sing as you watch colby lay out the boxes on the island. "mhm, i'm starving" colby chuckles, looking at you.

he makes grabby hands towards you as he bats his lashes. "cutie" you scoff as you make your way into his arms. "trust me when i say you're the only one who gets away with calling me that" he shakes his head before placing a kiss on your hair.

"you, colby brock, are the biggest cutie and softie, i've ever met." you giggle as you lean on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's nape.

"really?" he hums, pressing your back against the side of the island, his hands on either side of you, trapping you in his embrace. you nod at his question, looking up at his blue eyes. "fine" he drags, inching his face closer to yours.

he raises his fingers up to settle on your chin. he then lifts your chin up, making your eyes fall further into his eyes. "let me show you how soft i am, then," his voice came across as harsh, completely contradicting his statement.

he drops his lips on yours, rougly, making your head tilt back slightly. he let's his fingers drop to your throat, gripping it.

his body towered yours as he bit your bottom lip, making your lips part. he let's his tongue slide into your mouth. you were arched against him as his tongue explored your mouth.

he let his free hand run up your side, lifting up the xplr hoodie from the hem that you were wearing. his hand squeezing your bare skin as he went further up, stopping just above your waist.

the sound of someone clearing their throat filled the room, making you and colby turn your heads towards the door. sam stood in the doorway, looking out to the hallway, "should i go?" sam says awkwardly as he continues to stare into the hallway.

you cursed under your breath as you attempted to push colby away, but he stayed in his position, his hand on your waist whilst his other was still wrapped around your throat.

"colby" you whisper sternly, squatting his arm. he let out a deep chuckle as he let go of your waist and throat. he lowered his head, leaving a kiss to your throat. "was that soft enough?" colby asks, rhetorically, with a smirk across his lips.

"great timing, man" you see colby roll his eyes before turning to sam. "you can turn around, we were decent anyways" colby says to him. you watch sam turn around, he held a bottle of vodka in his hands, walking over to the kitchen island, he set it down.

"next time, try locking the door" sam shakes his head as he hugs colby. "hey y/n" sam smiles, leaning in for a hug. you return his hug, making eye contact with colby, who stood behind him.

you raised your hand behind sam's back, directing your middle finger to your boyfriend. colby chuckled before walking around you both, jumping over the couch to take a seat.

you had pulled away from sam and now made your way over to the living room, sam following behind. you took a seat beside your boyfriend whilst sam sat opposite you both.

"okay, so what movie are we watching tonight?" sam asks, flickering through the pile of cd's. "what about the grinch?" you squeal. "seriously?" colby chuckles. "hey" you pout, playfully slapping his arm, "it's christmas, soon. we need to get in the christmas spirit, " you shrug before leaning your back against colby's chest. he pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you.

"i'm down for it" sam says. you tilt your head back against colby, looking up at him as you bat your eyelashes. "fine, grinch it is" colby shakes his head before placing an upside kiss on your lips.

"i won't start it until everyone comes," sam announces.

half an hour had passed, your apartment was now crowded with your friends and some people you didn't even know like friends of friends.

a few people took seats on the couch, and some were on the floor with blankets, whilst the rest stood in the kitchen.

"i'm gonna get another pizza slice. want one?" colby asks, his chin rested on your shoulder whilst he had his arms around you. "i'm okay" you smile, shuffling off colby's lap so he can stand up from the couch.

he placed a small kiss on the side of your face before standing up from the couch, making his way to the kitchen.

you heard colby's voice stand out as he joined in a conversation, but the movie quickly drained it out with how loud the volume was.

"i'm so tired" katrina yawns, flopping down beside you on the couch. you giggle at her, watching as she shuffles closer to you, letting her head rests against your lap.

"gonna take a nap" she hums. "go upstairs, sleep at mine tonight," you urge. "can't, got to be up early tomorrow to go in the studio," she hums. "you work too hard, kat," you tut. "i know, so let me sleep," she whines. you laugh, putting your hands up in defence.

despite saying she wanted to sleep, she continued talking about her studio session tomorrow.

"move kat" you hear colby say, making you and kat raise your head to colby, who stood beside the couch you were both sat on. "no" she mumbled. "too tired," she groans. "go upstairs, then" colby shrugs.

"i don't want to. besides, i was here first, " she mumbles. colby glares down at her, his eyes warning her.

"fuck you, brock" she mutters, raising her middle finger. "not a hit with the ladies tonight, mr brock" you tease colby, shaking your head in playful disappointment. colby spreads a smirk across his lips. he raises his hand, settling it around you throat. his index finger situated under your jaw, upholding your face higher, so you're looking up at him. whilst letting his thumb run along your bottom lip.

you glanced down, quickly, to see katrina dozing off. you then let your eyes flicker back up to colby. you watch as he squats down, letting his his free hand slither around your waist.

he lifts you up, easily like you weigh nothing, and takes a seat where you were sat. he places you on his lap. "you're an-" you begin to say, furrowing your eyebrows. "i wouldn't finish that if i was you baby," colby grinned, finding this amusing.

you scoff before rearranging yourself on his laps. you moved both legs, so you were now straddling him. you quickly turned your head, scanning the room: everyone was so fixated on their own conversations or either watching the movie that luckily no one was watching you and colby.

"what's up?" colby asks, squeezing your hip. you turned back to him, shaking your head. "nothing" you smiled. colby nodded before nuzzling his face into your shoulder. you let your hands rest on the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair.

"i have to go soon" colby mumbles against your shoulder. "why?" you frowned, pulling yourself back so you could see colby's face. "need an early night" he says, leaning back on the couch, "i'm picking up gage from the airport in the morning." he finishes off. "you can stay at mine and then just leave in the morning," you frown. "i have to leave at four am. i wouldn't want to wake you, baby," he shakes his head. "i'll come back to yours after, though, i promise," he says.

"i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" colby places a kiss on your cheek. "you sure you can't stay?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his body. "i can't, baby" he pouts. "okay" you mutter. "i'll see you in the morning," you plaster a small smile on your lips before placing a kiss on colby's lips.

"i love you" colby smiled, tightly wrapping me in his embrace. "i love you too, goodnight." you let yourself off colby, and he makes his way out.

as the night went on, so did the movies. majority of the people had left, it was now two am, and you were laid on the couch with katrina and sam, watching the end of the second harry potter film.

"i should take her home" sam mumbles. "you guys can stay over" you inform him. "no, it's okay, i should get her back, though, she's in the studio in the morning" sam says, standing up from the couch. you nod before letting your head fall back onto the couch. you watch sam pick katrina up in his arms. "see you later y/n" he smiles. "goodnight guys"

you hear the front door shut, making your eyes drift you to sleep.

as you felt yourself fall into a deep sleep, you heard something over by the storage cupboard. it heard like rustling. blaming it on the wind, you shut your eyes again.

but once again, you heard something that made you jump. you heard a clinking noise, like the sounds of the chains.

you grabbed your phone and put on the flash. you didn't bother looking around at your surroundings. instead, you bolted your way upstairs and into your bed.

you unlocked your phone and opened your messages between colby.

y/n: are you awake?

colby: yeah, what's up?

y/n: i can hear something downstairs

colby: what'd you mean, baby?

y/n: i heard rustling before, and then just before i came up, i heard a clinking sound.

colby: can you hear anything now?

you read over colby's message before setting your phone down. you get off your bed and make your way to stand in the middle of the stairway. you hear out out for noises but you hear nothing.

letting out a deep breath, you didn't know you were holding, you made your way back to bed.

y/n: false alarm, i think i was being paranoid.

colby: you sure? i'll get sam to come over?

colby: i'm at the airport right now.

y/n: no, i'm fine. sorry, i think i just got scared.

colby: don't apologize, okay? text me if you need me, i'll be at yours in a few hours.

y/n: see you later, be safe.

you set your phone down beside you and lay down on your bed. you stare at the ceiling as you play with your fingers, feeling nervously.

what had felt like several minutes turned into nearly an hour.

and you could hear rustling noises again and a slight murmuring.

feeling scared once again, you opened your messages between sam.

as you began typing out a message to him, you heard the microwave beep from downstairs, followed with a small whisper, "fuck"

you stuffed your phone into your pocket hoodie and flung your feet over the bed and to the floor.

you tiptoed over to the stairway and took small, quiet steps downstairs. the murmuring sound now becoming clear.

"what the fuck are you doing here!" you exclaimed.

you watch as the person in the kitchen drops their slice of pizza on the counter.

"fuck" they whispered before turning around.

"colby, what the hell!" you shouted, walking up to him, hitting his bare chest.

he stood shirtless, only in his cargo pants, the chains of his pants tucked into his pocket but hanging out still - so that's what was making that clinking sound.

"i thought you fucking left!" you exclaimed. he chuckled before pointing at the camera, which sat on the island. "the prank wars have started baby" he grins. he walks past you and grabs the camera. "okay, so she caught me" colby pouted, looking over at you, letting the camera too. "but it was worth it cause i get a dropped pizza out of it, and now i get to go to sleep, cuddling this one." colby smirks, wrapping his free arm around you.

you scoff before pushing him away. "you can take the couch." you roll your eyes before attempting to turn to go back upstairs.

colby was quick to grab your wrist. you heard him set the camera down before grabbing you, so you would turn around to face him. "i'm sorry, but pizza night was the perfect time for this prank"

he wrapped his arms around you, looking down at you. "i'm sorry" he pouted, batting his eyelashes.

"you disturbed my sleep colby, you know how much i love my sleep" you groaned. "i'll make it up to you" he smirks. "make it up to me later" you sigh.

"for now, come cuddle me to sleep"

my first colby fic, i started this on christmas, hence the little grinch mention :)

i might do colby's pov to this?

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ynbabe · 5 months

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Fake texts au- pt.5 bffs with the rookies+ Arthur's probléme

So this one is a little more text than messages but I didn't know how else to it so... ENJOY!

and as always do let me know if yall liked it!!

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"Mate who is texting you that much ?" My brother asked incredulously, smirking down at me from where I was sitting down at the foot of his driver room bed, sprite still in hand.

"Hmm no one" I said but he snatched my phone from my hands, making me jump up and climb on his back to try and get my phone back.

"oooh Arthurs got a girlfriend" he teased trying to shake me off his back.

"Pute Charles, give me my phone!" I tried but he was stronger than me, "I'M TELLING ENZO!"

"Well I'm telling Enzo too 'cause 'I miss you, baby'" he read out Y/n's message, oh my god, why was she like this? "ooooh 'I love you' She loves you, Arthur!" I finally took the phone away from my brother.

"Who's Mon Probléme ?" he asked, why can't he just stay in his own business.

"It's Y/n-" his eyes widened,

"The one who cried when she met Max?" "Yes, her." "The one you said claimed a cell phone tower on a bet?" "Yup" "who-" "OH MY GOD YES CHARLES THAT Y/N THATS WHY SHE'S SAVED AS MON PROBLÉME."

"Your problem huh," he teased, raising his brows.

"oh my god please shut up" I tried defending myself and texted her but her texts back didn't help at all as I walked past my brother to finally leave the track after a long day and he looked over my shoulder to see the onslaught of couple-y messages.

"Charlie, are we leaving today or ?" "yeah yeah, honey, don't worry."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "oh and I promised to drop her off, so just pull by the car park and we can pick her up."

"Merde Arthur, you just left your friend alone? In a car park? Maman raised you better than this."

"She said she was waiting on someone after we got McDonalds."

"You got McDonald's! Man, even I wanted some!" my brother complained as we walked to his car.

"Join us next time, it's my turn to pay anyways," I smiled at him as I called Y/n to ask where exactly she was but I didn't receive an answer.

"How are you so stingy, Arth- hey are you okay?" he looked at me with concern as he pulled out of his parking space.

"I don't know, she isn't picking up her phone." "Maybe her phone died?" "Most likely, she never charges it."

As we were driving, we saw someone heated on a call, we were about to pass them but I realised in the last moment that it was Y/n, I told Charles to stop the car and he pulled over to where she was standing.

As soon as she saw me through the cars' window, she cut the car and smiled and waved to us, getting into the back seat.

"Hi! Thanks for picking me up, Princie-" I felt my face warm up as Charles stared straight at me, oh he was going to have the time of his life after y/n left, "Oh and thank you, Charles, it's nice meeting you!"

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n, where do i need to drop you?" She smiled and gave him the address, "I'm staying at a friends place, much cheaper than a hotel."

His brother smiled at his friend and focused on the road but I looked back and saw her texting.

"I thought your phone was dead?" I asked making her look up from whomever she was texting.

"Yeah, it is, this is just another number,"

"oookay, we're here, Goodnight, Y/n."

"Thank you Charles, Night Princie!" I smiled at her as she walked into the apartment complex and pulled out my own phone Charles began to drive away.

"So.... Princie huh?"

"non Charles!" I yelled at him, throwing some tissue paper that was in the car forever.

"Okay. okay," he laughed, focusing on the road again.

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dreamescapeswriting · 14 days

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BTS Reaction || Their S/O is Clumsy

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

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SEOKJIN:

Jin had heard the smash before he saw it and walking into the kitchen he'd seen exactly what he had been expecting when he heard the smash followed by a scream.

"Not again," He chuckled a little.

"I know, I'm sorry." You mumbled as you carefully swept up the pieces of glass from the floor.

"You're just clumsy, maybe we should invest in plastic mugs," He teased but you pouted at him,

"I think I have a personal vendetta against mugs, all I seem to do is break them." You went to reach out and pick up a big piece but Jin stopped you, doing it himself so you wouldn't harm your hands.

"They can't see to catch a break around you." He winked but you sighed, leaning back against the cupboard and shaking your head,

"I'm cursed, it's the only explanation."

"Or maybe it's just a conspiracy by the dishware industry to keep us buying more mugs." He tried to make light of it all knowing you were probably beating yourself up about it enough already.

"Wouldn't surprise me at this point." You were staring down at the floor and Jin pouted moving closer to you,

"Hey, accidents happen. It's all part of your quirky charm."

"Thanks for not making me feel like a complete klutz." He smiles placing a gentle kiss to the side of your temple

"Of course not. Besides, it gives me an excuse to be your knight in shining armour, saving the day from rogue mugs."

YOONGI:

"I love this place," You whispered to Yoongi as you both walked around what was going to be your wedding venue. The two of you were trying to find the perfect place and this was it, it had stunning architecture and fit with your theme.

"We should have our first dance in here," You gasped out to Yoongi, swinging your arms around not noticing the vase right next to you until you saw what was about to happen.

"Oh shit," You whimpered out, Yoongi sprung into action, reaching out and catching it before it fell to the floor.

"Got it," He whispered, carefully putting it back into place before anyone could notice what had happened.

"Are you secretly spiderman?" You giggled at him, noticing how fast he'd been to catch it,

"No, I just have a fiancee who likes to dance with inanimate objects. Are you trying to start a pottery disaster?" He teased you lightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from anything else you could knock over.

"I swear, it's like I have a magnet for clumsiness." You laughed, your body heating up as you realised you were pretty clumsy.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to save the day." You nudged him softly and he smirked at you,

"Hey! Just doing my duty, protecting the world from your accidental chaos." You roll your eyes at him and kiss his cheek softly.

"Thanks for always having my back." You whispered in his ear as he blushed deeply.

"For you? Always."

HOSEOK:

"Do you want some help bringing in the final box?" Hoseok asked as he watched you proudly walk in the direction of your car,

"I'm fine, just make sure you lock it once I'm back." You smiled happily, the two of you were moving into your first place together and so far everything had been going well, a little too well.

"Whoa! Yn!" Hoseok cried out as he rushed over to you, the car boot was starting to shut on its own,

"Damn, that would have hurt."

"You think?" He laughed dryly, looking at the car and pouting. The thing was practically falling apart but you insisted on keeping it anyway.

"You need to get rid of this thing, it's almost as accident-prone as you are." He teased, shutting the boot and making sure the thing was locked, not that anyone would steal it.

"The car is my first ever car, I deserve to keep it until it dies."

"Or it kills you," He pouted, you knew he was just looking out for you but the car meant everything to you, it was the first thing you'd ever bought.

"It won't kill me, I'm just a klutz like you said," You grinned at him and he nodded, kissing your cheek.

"Let's go and unpack." He smiled, he knew he'd be able to convince you one day to get rid of the death trap.

NAMJOON:

"Mother fucker!" You cried out dropping the paper you were holding and clutching your finger to your chest.

"What's wrong?! What happened?!" Namjoon called out as he raced into the room, you winced a little and put your finger into your mouth.

"Just a silly paper cut. I swear, I'm like a walking disaster today." You mumbled, pulling your finger out of your mouth as Namjoon knelt down beside you on the floor.

"A paper cut, huh? You're lucky it's not a full-blown catastrophe. Let's see." You extend your hand slowly and bite your lip.

"It stings a bit." You whispered as he took your hand carefully in his and began to examine it, exaggerating the seriousness of it all.

"Ah, the dreaded paper cut. A foe worthy of any warrior." You rolled your eyes playfully at him and bit your lip,

"Yeah, yeah. I should've known better than to mess with that piece of paper." You grinned making Namjoon chuckle at you,

"Well, you know what they say, 'Handle paper with care, or face the wrath of its tiny, sharp edges.'"

"You're ridiculous." You laughed out and he smirked at you, happy he could make you smile over it. He gently lifted your finger to his lips and kissed it softly.

"There, all better. Consider yourself rescued from the evil paper."

"Thanks, my hero! My hero!" You yelled dramatically as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"Anytime, clumsy cutie. Let's try to avoid any more battles with office supplies, alright?" You nodded, kissing him softly.

JIMIN:

Today was a beautiful day, you and Jimin were on a hike up some big mountain and it was lovely, the sun was just warm enough for you not to pick up too much of a sweat and the views were beautiful,

"Gonna get a photo," You whispered, reaching into your bag as you walked which was a bad idea for someone as accidental as you. Before you knew it, your foot caught behind your ankle and you could feel yourself falling unable to stop,

"Whoa, watch your step there!" Jimin chuckled, catching you and bringing you into his chest, your heart thumped,

"T-Thanks, that would have been a disaster," You mumbled, your whole body burning in embarrassment

"Seems like you're having a bit of a clumsy day, huh?" He chuckled and you rolled your eyes,

"Story of my life, it seems. I swear, I have a magnet for tripping hazards."

"I'm here to be your personal balance assistant." He saluted you and you giggled a little.

"I guess I should add that to your list of boyfriend duties, huh?"

"Absolutely. Alongside 'snack provider' and 'backpack carrier'," He told you, taking your bag from your shoulder and giving you your phone so you could get some photos.

TAEHYUNG:

The door flew open as a very sweaty Taehyung came racing through the door to find you. You'd called him at work crying and begging for him to come home, not giving him any details and as soon as he saw you he knew why.

"Oh my goodness, what happened? Are you okay?" He panicked, sitting down beside you and looking down at your leg, about to run his hand over the very painful leg but you winched at him,

"I, uh, had a little accident...tripped over my own feet." You admittedly sheepishly, you'd been cleaning up around the house when you tripped, taking a tumble down a flight of stairs and now here you were.

"You tripped? Are you hurt anywhere else?" Concern dripped from his voice as he looked at you, you shook your head,

"No, just my leg. I'm sorry, I know how clumsy I am." The tears began to build inside of your eyes and Taehyung shook his head at you.

"Hey, accidents happen. Let's get you some help. Can you move?" He stood back up and you nodded at him, you'd managed to limp to the sofa where you were sitting. Carefully he helped you up,

"Let's get you to the hospital. We'll get this taken care of." Tears began to run down your cheeks as you realised you had taken him away from work for this.

"I'm sorry for ruining your day."

"Hey, you didn't ruin anything. You're more important than any plans. I just want to make sure you're okay." He promised you, kissing your cheek softly as you sniffled.

JUNGKOOK:

Jungkook was standing in the kitchen when he first sat the bruise on your thigh and his mouth almost fell open,

"Babe!? What happened?!" Concern laced his voice as he rushed to you and gently ran his thumb over your skin causing you to hiss out.

"I...I don't know, must have been the doorframe again," You mumbled looking down at his fingers, it was common for you to walk into everything, doors, tables, hell you even walked into the counter the other week.

"Does it hurt?" He pouted at you,

"A little," You whined as he gently touched the bruise.

"You're lucky I'm here to protect you from those menacing door frames. We should put some ice on it," He told you before making his way over to the freezer and hunting for an ice pack.

"My knight in shining armour." You giggled hugging him from behind.

"Let's try and be more careful in the future," He said as he took out the ice and smiled warmly at you.

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gimmeurtmi · 11 months

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for the headcanon thing…..

jus 2min eating reader out pls pls pls 🥺🥺

this is the second 2min eating reader out request i have and so... i couldn't not. i hope you like it <3

you're not sure how your boyfriends bickering over what to have for dinner escalated to you on your back and seungmin's head between your legs--but that's exactly where you are, gasping for air as seungmin's tongue flicks your clit in quick, eager motions.

his lung capacity is admirable, really, because he hasn't pulled away once.

"seung, i, i'm--" but before you can warn him he pulls away, latching his lips around the sensitive spot in your inner thigh. you squirm around, trying to push him off while you tell him, "what the fuck, i was so close."

"so why are you pushing me?" he looks up at you, eyebrows high and smirk wide. you hate how infuriating he can be, especially when he starts peppering kisses away from where you want him to be. he's all the way down to your knee, spreading the other one so you can't even try and get any friction.

"why are you like this," you whine loudly.

"because hyung told me to move," seungmin says, simply.

you flick your eyes up, to where minho is sitting--waiting--an unbearable smirk on his face.

"didn't you hear it?"

"n-no.." you stutter. you quickly catch yourself, hoisting yourself up on your elbows before looking back at seungmin. "since when do you listen to him, anyway?"

minho laughs loudly, his eyes scrunching as it trails off into a soft 'ah'. when he calms down he locks his eyes with yours, telling you quite clearly that your game isn't gonna work on either one of them.

"well," you huff when you realise seungmin really didn't catch your bait, "if you moved him can you at least come here and make me cum?"

"you're very brave today," minho points out, but crawls over to you nonetheless. he licks your entrance softly, the sensation making you shudder as you gasp.

he keeps going, small little licks and nothing more, as seungmin wraps an arm around your thigh and holds it. he goes back to peppering kisses around your skin, up your stomach, around your hips, until minho groans loudly when their heads bump together.

you would laugh, but the vibrations feel too good and it sounds more like a moan than anything else.

"this is why i said we can't do it at the same time," minho scoffs, pulling away completely. you're about to protest, but seungmin hurriedly takes his place as he wraps his lips around your clit quickly.

he sucks in, ripping a moan out of your throat. "fuck! seung!"

minho grabs your hips, pulling them up, and places two pillows underneath you. it's not much, but it gives them a little more space and after minho moves seungmin to the side (luckily, his lips are latched onto you) he manages to find enough space to lick his tongue into your entrace again.

they both keep going, only occasionally bumping into each other--and the feeling is so overwhelming you can't even make a sound. the only sound is your deep breaths, and the suckling and movement of their tongues.

you think you're about to explore, you're definitely shaking already, and all you manage to say a you feel your toes curling is, "i'm gonna, hmph--"

they somehow move even closer to you, and you're sure minho is going to complain about seungmin's chin poking his eyes, but neither of them stops--the sucking and the licking only intensifying as they feel your stomach contracting.

it's a few minutes later when you open your eyes, seungmin's arm around your stomach as he kisses your shoulder in short intervals.

"...and then i said i wasn't going with him to a gaming convention because it's all just words to me and i think he got upset," you hear minho's voice. it's far away, but most things feel far away.

the bed dips, a hand going up and down your knee as they keep talking above you. you let your eyes flutter shut again as seungmin gives minho advice on how to get back on felix's good side, kissing your shoulder in between words.

"how are you two talking about felix right now?" you grumble out as you finally blink your eyes open.

they both turn to look at you, seungmin smiling softly at you.

"oh, shit. i thought we killed you," minho says softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

"not yet," you chuckle, but you can still feel your walls fluttering. you've never passed out from an orgasm before, and you can still feel the chills running around your arms.

"damn. let's try again, seungminnie?"

seungmin nods, a huge smile on his face, his bangs moving around. he really is an eager puppy.

"no, no, i can't do that again," you complain, but let your legs fall open anyway. minho laughs when he notices it, rolling his eyes at you before he kisses your clit softly. seungmin gets back on his stomach quickly, turning his head to fit under minho's comfortably enough to go for a second round.

#ask #anon #this is... insane. i won't apologise #2min x reader #2min smut #skz x reader #all.works #2mints #minho x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz.blurbs #2min thoughts #hard thoughts

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cyberpunkhwx · 10 months

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When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez maknae line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥Genre: suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count: 1k

❥Requested? No

San:

A hand covering Shibers eyes and he stared at your pc screen. Jaw almost reaching the ground.

Well, that's how you found him.

"Sannie? What are you doing here??"

Your voice made him flinch as he closed the tabs and shut the pc.

"Nothing love" he said giving you his bread smile and running out of your shared room, suspiciously giggling to himself.

"weird" thought as you let it slid. You're used to having a giggly human being in your apartment anyways.

2 weeks later

"Sannie feels so g-good omg!!" You whined squirming away from his wondering hands all over your skin.

"I got a surprise for you" He said letting a breathy chuckle out.

He moved from on top of your body to the bed desk on the side.

Your body heat start to miss the warms of him thick fingers and you start to shiver.

But the awful feeling was soon forgotten when you heard the low noise of a vibration nearby.

"Sannie? What's that?" You asked him; staring at his handsome bare face for a sort of hint. But as you slowly lowered your gaze, you saw the pink long item shaking around itself. Almost as identical

as ....? NO WAY

"Oh?" He said the smirk never leaving his face.

"So I bought the wrong size? Guess I was to busy getting the right shade of pink that I forgot what size you're used to"

"I know you'd rather have the real deal here" He paused grabbing your ankles and dragging you closer on the silk mattress of the bed.

"But bet you wanna try out your gift first right princess? You probably touch yourself all night to it"

Shit was about to get real girl.

Mingi:

After a long day all you wanted to do was to lay down and do nothing. But a curtain fancam of your boyfriend say otherwise.

Mingi been at the studio with Hongjoon the whole day. As if Hongjoong is his gf and not you.

You huffed. Unfair. You wanted to call him to come back but then another idea reached your brain.

You grabbed your laptop and layed down comfortably on your shared bed.

"Who needs a boyfriend when my twitter girlie share their bf railing them for lonely other girlies" 💅🏻

After setting the laptop in a good angle letting your hands travel everywhere.

"Mingi~" you whined. If he ain't taking care of you, you'll do it yourself

.....

"Jagiii I'm home" He yelled when he didn't find you greeting him when he finally came back. Not like you were still mad, you just decided to take a shower, leaving your laptop on your bed.

He heard the water running in the bathroom so he assumed you're in there. So he throw his shows off and threw himself on the couch, checking his socials.

He could hear some noises from your shared bedroom but he just let it slide. But the noise kept on getting louder.

"Y/n? Darling? Are you upstairs already? Did you not see me?" He said making his way toward the door, but no one was there. "Y/n?"

The closer he got to the noise the more he realised that it doesn't sound like you at all.

"Oh maybe she was watching Netflix 👀" He lifted your laptop to pause the video. He almost dropped the laptop he saw a girl getting railed to the 7th cloud.

"Damn, that's some nice inspo she got" He said as if it's a daily thing. Sharing the link to his messenger so he can *hmph* study it later.

Woo:

"Jagi do you also watch jjangjjang roleplays ? "

He asked from behind you, scaring the hell out of you.

"Hey wai-what- what do you mean? How do YOU know?" You said feeling like your braincells had nothing to say to him.

"Oh everyone knows them! The sanie dude is really hot ain't he? He's My rolemodel" He said proudly taking a closer look to the phone in your hand. Holding it close not letting you take it away. Too stunned to react in any way.

"Oh is it short videos? Tsk, its 2023 don't be so poor 🙄 I already bought the subscription to their OnlyFans for a year" He said going through your saved videos.

"What-?"

" Here let me logg into my ID. The recent video was a pet play one and they were gonna try a new toy! We should watch it together!!! I'll bring the snacks"

He said running downstairs to bring whatever he finds in the refrigerator. Leaving you all frozen and shocked on you side of the bed

Jongho

"Babe have you seen my phone?" You yelled from across the hall, walking around looking confused.

"How am I supposed to know love?" He yelled back at you not taking his head away from the his game set.

"Babeeee, come and help me at least" you said walking towards him. Trying to get him to pay attention and reached over his shoulder to grab the controller out of his hands. Jongho barely looked up, muttering something about "just one more level" as he continued to play.

You rolled your eyes before you got an idea. You grabbed the CD that was lying next to the game console. You knew that this was the game Jongho had been dying to play for weeks, so she figured that if she took it away, he would have no choice but to pay attention to her.

SMART ASS 😗

Well you must've forgotten that Jongho was stronger than a whole ass grizzly bear. As soon as he realized what you were trying to do, he grabbed you by the waist and manhandled her back onto the couch.

"Let me goooooo" You protested, trying to wiggle out of Jongho's grasp.

"Nice try, nope"

"Could you pleeeeease help me find my phone?" You asked, pouting slightly.

He finally gave up, not wanting to annoy you already. He got up his chair, after pausing his game of course!

He finally found the buzzing phone under a pillow beside the bed.

"Why would she drop her phone down here?" He bent down to pick it up, declining the call leading you phone the twitter side that made poor Jongho face a women in a maid cos-play riding a pink ass dragon dildo.

"What the he- ooooh" He squinted his eyes when literally the whole screen got blocked by white liquid-

"Oh Jongie, did you find my phone thank yo-

"You barely fucking take half of me and then you put your sausage finger in your pussy to THIS?"

He said throwing you phone back on the pillow, dragging you arm and pushing you on the bed.

"You're gonna be freaking shaking after I'm done with you"

A/n: I'm not opologising for Wooyoung, you should've expected it yourself😊

Masterlist

#ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez jongho #ateez reaction #ateez scenarios #mingi #mingi ateez #song mingi #ateez hongjoong #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez imagines #choi san #ateez san smut #wooyoung smut #mingi smut #jongho smut

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hellfirexclub · 1 year

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i don't know if you're taking requests but i absolutely loved the 'calling them daddy' one of the boys. if you want, could you do one where they call the reader mommy or something during seggs time.

only if you want to, thank youu anyways!!

Hey thank you for the request!! This was actually lowkey a bit hard for me to write because I'm such a sub myself, so I really hope I conveyed it well and I hope you enjoy!!! also it pained me to write mummy with an 'o' every time but I knew I'd be rinsed by you guys if I didn't lmao

warnings: 18+, fem!reader, mommy kink obvs, p in v sex, riding, tittyfucking, titty sucking, overstimulation, edging, grinding, fdom/msub, blowjobs, light choking.

Steve:

Steve looked so good under you right now, looking completely fucked out with his gorgeous locks stuck to his sweaty face, cheeks pink as you slowly ride him. You both loved it when you would take control, pinning him down and sinking onto his cock instead of Steve being on top. You had been edging Steve for a good while now, teasing him painfully by sliding off of his cock anytime he got close, and he couldn’t take much more of it. Steve squirmed and writhed beneath you as you teased him, loving the look on the pretty boys face when he’s this desperate to cum.

“Fuck baby, I can’t-” Steve groans, legs shaking as you continue to slowly bounce on him, hissing when you slip off of him again with a smirk, his soaked cock twitching in the air, hips desperately rutting to find more friction.

“You want to cum Stevie? Beg me.” You whisper seductively into the brunettes ear, biting the shell of it while he moans, face flushed as he looks up at you desperately. You sink back down on him, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head as you begin to bounce on him again, hearing nothing but the sound of your slick against his thighs as he ruts up to meet you.

“Please baby. Please let me cum.” He moans breathlessly, eyebrows furrowing as you only tut and shake your head at him.

“That’s not good enough Steve. Beg better.” You coo darkly, loving the way he chokes out a moan when you slip off of him again, a frustrated grunt slipping past his lips as his hips buck up in desperate need of more friction. He grips the bedsheets hard enough you think him might rip them, strangled moans escaping him as precum leaks from his furiously red tip, showing how desperate he is to cum. You wrap a hand around his throat gently as you sink back down on him, drawing a frantic moan from the boy beneath you.

“Please let me cum mommy, I can’t take it anymore.” Steve whines desperately, not realising what he’d said until your amused chuckle makes his eyes shoot open in shock. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, face only getting redder as he tries to think of something to say, but he stops when he sees the glint in your eye as you lean down into his face.

“Mommy huh? Is that what you want call me?” You tease breathily into his face, loving the way his eyes flicker in pleasure at your words, biting his lip hard as your hips grind against him faster. “Beg Mommy to let you cum some more and then maybe I’ll finally let you fill me up, okay?” You tell him, biting his lip sensually before you move back and watch him writhe beneath you with his flushed face. You begin to ride him faster, holding back your own moans as Steve grunts under you and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to act like he’s still the tough guy and not an absolute desperate mess of a sub for you right now. “C’mon Steve, if I don’t hear you then I’m just going to stop.”

“Please! Please let me cum Mommy, I need to fill you up so bad.” Steve practically sobs out, panting heavily as he stares up at you pleadingly.

“Okay Stevie, you’ve been a good boy so you’re allowed to cum in Mommy now.”

Billy:

You and Billy had been ‘seeing each other’ a couple of months now. You were just another girl to him, another slut, he was only letting you sleep with him because of what he got out of it. That’s what Billy tells himself when he’s awake late at night missing you, wanting to have taken up your offer to stay the night and cuddle but letting his pride get in the way. Billy was confused by what he felt and was spitefully ignoring it in hopes he would just shake it and stop feeling his heart tighten with happiness every time he’s around you. It would take Billy feeling a lot of comfort around you for the words to ever slip out of his mouth, and you know that a part of him almost needs it, to just let go and allow himself to feel freely and without shame. You had him on his back, for once he was feeling lazy and just wanted you to sloppily ride him as he guides your hips with his hands. Billy’s head is thrown back in a long groan as you slowly tease his dick, almost letting the tip slide out of you before slipping all the way back down onto him. Billy’s grip on your hips tighten, holding you in place balls deep on his cock as he hisses at your cunt clenching around him.

“That feel too good Baby?” You coo teasingly, biting your lip at the weak growl Billy lets out to tell you to cut it out. “You’re being such a good boy, fucking me so deep like this” You coo again, making Billy shiver. You relish the way he bites his lip as his cheeks redden slightly, but he tries to keep up his act of dominance and bounce you harder on his cock.

“Shut up or you’re going to regret it” He threats in that deep, sexy voice of his, though theres a waver in his voice that you’ve never heard from Billy before. You laugh in response and Billy brings a hand to your throat, teeth grit as he pulls your face towards his.

“What? You don’t want me to call you a good boy, Billy?” You whisper, watching Billy’s mouth fall open into a silent moan at you calling him good boy again. He stares at you almost pleadingly but he still shakes his head, releasing your throat as you smirk at the effect you’re actually having on him. “I think you like me calling you a good boy, don’t you baby?” You whisper into his ear, making his eyes flicker as he tries to keep them from rolling back into his head with pleasure. Your tits are in his face now and Billy groans, grabbing them both and kneading them roughly, his hips frantically rutting up into yours. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as he plays with the other and you smirk, ready to break him. “Good boy, suck on Mommy’s tits just like that” You coo, and Billy actually moans around your nipple, unable to keep the sound in. He releases it with a pop and looks over you desperately, something unspoken having taken over his features. It’s not something Billy has ever thought about, or rather he’s not allowed himself to, but his cock gets impossibly hard at your words and he finds himself wanting to fucking beg you to say it again. “Tell Mommy you like it or she’ll stop” You tease into his ear, making him quietly moan again, ferocity in his eyes as he debates saying it, embarrassed to allude to how much he actually likes it. True to your words you stop moving, sitting still on his cock as Billy whines and finds your hips again while you cockwarm him. Your eyebrow is raised as you wait for his next move, he tries to move your hips but you refuse to let him and for once Billy obliges to that. He growls low as you clench tightly around him, overstimulated and desperate to cum inside you.

“I like it” He growls, giving into you and trying to rut up into you again. You tut and shake your head at him, and he knows exactly why, exactly what you want to hear before you’ll let him cum.

“I…I like it, Mommy” Billy drawls out quietly, breath heavy and eyes drowning in lust. Without a moments pause you’re riding him again fervently as Billy lets out a strangled groan, barely able to keep hold of your hips for how much he was shaking with his approaching orgasm.

“Good boy, you can cum for me now.”

Eddie:

While I see Eddie predominantly as a dom, I think he’s very switchy and would melt in your hands if you took charge of him. It all started because of your stupid, sexy elf costume. Eddie had been planning out the next part of the campaign ready for the following night when you’d told him you wanted to show him your costume for it. Eddie was super excited as not many people actually cosplayed, typically everyone just wore their hellfire club shirts for games. So imagine his shock when you walked back in dressed entirely in a skimpy Elven dress, your cleavage pushed up and straining against the dress as Eddie’s jaw dropped to the floor. You chuckle at his reaction, approaching him slowly, biting your lip as his eyes rake over your body. You can tell he likes the look of your elf ears too, his fingers brushing them gently when you were closer enough.

“Fuck.” Was all he could manage to say hazily, swallowing hard when you push him back down into his seat and straddle his lap. Eddie looks up at you wide eyed, biting his lip enough to draw blood when you move to grind against his already rock hard cock, his shaky hands frantically reaching round to grab your ass and grind you against him harder. Your tits, squeezed into the form of the most perfect cleavage Eddie had ever seen had his mouth watering as they sat in front of his face, desperately wanting to have them smushed into his face.

“Holy shit baby,” Eddie moans as his hands reach up to tease the exposed skin, “Your tits look so fucking good in this.” He breathes, panting as he watches them bounce while you continue your movements. All it took was you biting your lip seductively at him, reaching your own hands up to the top of the dress and slowly pulling it down to break Eddie, him panting heavily beneath you as you almost expose your nipples to him.

“Please Mommy.” Eddie moans breathlessly, hips rutting up into yours frantically as you tease him. Eddie quickly realises what he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his cheeks go pink and he lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Mommy?” You ask him, tease in your voice as Eddie splutters trying to bluff that it accidentally slipped out.

“I uh- didn’t mean to say that.” Eddie says unconvincingly, his cheeks a dark red as you look down at him unconvinced. You smirk at him, eyeing his frantic features darkly.

“Oh, so you’re telling me you don’t want to see Mommy’s milkers then?” You coo at him, knowing you’ve got him when he moans loudly in response to you saying those words, his eyes burning with pure desperation for you. “Guess I’ll just get off of you then…” You tease, trialling off for him to leap into action. Eddie shakes his head frantically, hands flying to your waist to keep you against him when you teasingly pretend you’re going to get off of him, looking up at you desperately.

“Please don’t, I’ll be a good boy now! I want to see them Mommy” Eddie moans, blissed out and in dire need for you to fuck the shit out of him. You smile at him softly, patting his cheek at his compliant behaviour.

“Good boy.’ You coo softly, running your thumb over his soft lips as he swallows and tries not to pant too loudly. His cock was now straining painfully in his pants, desperately in need of your attention. You pull your top down slowly, finally exposing your tits to him, which he almost drools at. “Suck on Mommy’s tits baby.”

Jonathan:

Jonathan as we know is a total sub and and would definitely have a very obvious mommy kink, which would be so fun to tease him about. Jonathan would be quite timid sexually for a while in the relationship, too focused on worrying about how he looks or how he’s performing. But you’d slowly help him gain his confidence and realise that you enjoying having sex with him as much as he does you. Once he gets more comfortable he’s more vocal about the things he likes, letting you know he much prefers to be submissive and have you in control of him. That’s what gave you the inclination that he would definitely want to call you mommy, but since he hadn’t mentioned it yet you decided you had to draw it out of him yourself. You had Jonathan laying on his back, his soft moans emanating through the room as you slowly suck him off.

“T-that feels so good baby.” He praises you softly, his hips slowly bucking up against your mouth as you bob your head on him. Your eyes twinkle as you take him down into your throat, loving the loud moan that escapes his mouth and the way his head falls back in pleasure. You slide your mouth off of him with a pop, meeting his heated gaze with your own.

“Do you want my tits wrapped around it?” You ask him, pressing your tits together in demonstration of what you mean.

“I-I mean, only if you want to do that.” He replies breathlessly, very much wanting you to tit fuck him but not wanting you to feel forced to.

“Mommy wants to do it for you, baby.” You whisper into his ear, earning a strangled gasp from Jonathan. His face goes red, knowing you must have found the magazines he’d tried to keep hidden, eyes wide as he looks over you. “It’s okay baby, don’t look so worried. You can call me Mommy if you want to.” You tell him lovingly, brushing his hair from his face and placing a kiss to his lips as he nods frantically, almost wanting to cry at your acceptance. “So, will you tell Mommy want you want me to do with your words?” You ask him gently, moving back down to sit between his legs. He takes a deep breath, nervous to say anything aloud to you, only pants escaping his lips. You wrap your hand around his cock again, getting a moan out of him while you slowly rub it in your hand.

“Please.” He says quietly, making you raise a brow at him to continue. “I… I want you to titfuck me, Mommy.” He breathes, getting a smirk in response from you at his choice of words. Seems all it takes for him to get a bit filthy was for you to really take charge of him.

“Anything for you my darling.” You coo, spitting on your hand to slick up his cock before pressing your tits together, holding the cleavage together while you slip them down over his cock, earning a loud groan from Jonathan.

‘Can I…” Jonathan trails off as he stares at your tits with pink cheeks. You’ve been in this position enough times to know what he wants.

“Yes, you can take a picture of me baby.”

#Eddie Munson smut #billy hargrove smut #Steve Harrington smut #Jonathan byers smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Billy Hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove x you #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #stranger things smut #stranger things imagines #Jonathan byers x reader #Jonathan byers x you

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helloalycia · 2 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

one / masterlist / wattpad

summary: when you find yourself in a situation where you want to kiss Jackie, you're not sure you can make the first move. A fact made even harder when Nat is there to tease you about it.

warning/s: none really.

author's note: here's part 2! hope you like it whilst i sort through a ton of wips lol

I nodded along as Taissa was telling me about a colourful bird she'd seen earlier. We were eating some deer stew together outside the cabin, with the other girls settling down for dinner too, and it was basically a five star dinner with what we had out here.

"It was so pretty," Taissa finished. "And I swear it was following me."

I tried not to laugh. "Tai, I think you might have officially just lost it if the highlight of your day was a bird following you."

"Oh, shut up!" she said with a laugh, smacking me on the arm.

"Hey, don't take it out on my dinner!" I said lightheartedly, clutching my bowl of stew tightly with my one good hand.

"Idiot," she mumbled, but was smiling still.

"Hey, guys," Jackie said, joining us. "What did I miss?"

"Tai here was telling me about a pretty bird that wouldn't stop following her," I said with an amused smile, and it wasn't even an attempt at teasing her, but she nudged me again anyway.

"Quit it!" she warned, before giving Jackie a look. "It was so cool, Jackie."

"She's lost her mind," I told Jackie as she sat down opposite us with her dinner.

Jackie chuckled as she let Taissa tell her the story, and I stayed quiet as I heard it again. After Jackie gave her surprisingly positive input that didn't make fun of it, we all finished dinner and were about to get up together when Van called for Taissa, wanting her for something.

"It's okay, you go, I've got it," I told her, holding out my bowl. "Just put yours here."

"Thanks, Y/N," Tai said with a smile before stacking her bowl in mine, then looking to Van. "I'm coming!"

Joining Jackie, the two of us walked to the washing up area together when, suddenly, someone – I think it was Javi – ran past me and made me stumble backwards into Jackie. I bumped my broken arm in the process, making me curse as I inhaled sharply at the shooting pain up my shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" Jackie yelled after Travis, who was running after his brother for God knew what reason.

"Come here," Jackie said softly, leading me to the steps of the porch of the cabin to sit down.

She took the bowls from my hand and set them to the side before leaning down before me, her hazel eyes searching mine worriedly.

"You okay?" she asked.

I breathed out slowly, trying to imagine the pain leaving my body, but the abruptness of the shove had hurt pretty bad. "Yeah, I think so."

She sighed, shaking her head. "They're jerks."

"It's fine," I said dismissively, knowing it was an accident.

She frowned, eyes flickering between mine, and I was forced to look away because I hated the sudden attention, my cheeks flushing at it. After what felt like forever, she grabbed the bowls from beside me and stacked them in hers.

"I've got this," she said, squeezing my knee comfortingly before standing up.

When she walked away, I let out a quiet breath of relief, not realising how nervous I'd been. So maybe this crush thing wasn't so fun anymore.

—

With crushing on Jackie meant wondering if she even liked me back, a question I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to. Sometimes I'd feel like she did, whether it be her lingering glances or ability to make me flustered, but then I'd second guess it as her personality and feel stupid for even considering otherwise.

For example, one time I was playing cards with Coach Scott when the blonde found me, asking to join in. So, we let her and played a few rounds of Go Fish before coach's leg was hurting and he left to take a nap.

"You wanna play acorn soccer?" Jackie asked with a playful glint in her eye.

I chuckled at the immediacy of her question. "Sure, why not?"

As we packed the cards away and left them on the side, I glanced around, noticing a few of the other girls were free.

"Should we ask the others?" I asked Jackie before we headed off.

She pretended to consider it. "We could... or we could save the hassle and just stick to us two?"

"Jackie!" I scolded lightheartedly.

"What?" she played along, flashing me a smile. "Someone's just gonna complain and then they'll spoil the fun. I like when it's just us."

I sighed, but gave her a small smile. "Fine. Let's go."

She grinned and led the way, and I had no choice but to follow her. It warmed my heart to know she enjoyed our time together too, but it was also one of those moments where I couldn't tell if I was seeing more into it than there was.

Luckily for me, I received an unbiased opinion on the matter without even asking for it. After Jackie and I played some acorn soccer together, we returned to the cabin before dinner and Jackie left to go catch up with Shauna. As I hung around to help with the fire, Nat found me.

"Hey," I greeted her with a smile. "You just come back from hunting?"

"Uh-huh," she said, before studying me curiously. "I have a question for you, Y/L/N."

Intrigued, I nodded encouragingly. "Shoot."

She knitted her eyebrows together with curiosity. "Since when did you and Jackie become so friendly?"

I shrugged, tossing some wood into the fire.

"Ever since she's been hanging out with you, she's been... nicer," she decided. "What d'you do?"

I gave her a disapproving look. "She was never mean, Nat, c'mon."

Nat weighed it up. "I guess, but sometimes she could be a real b–"

"Nat!" I smacked her arm gently, making her laugh.

"Look, all I'm saying is that girl is different," she said, motioning to the blonde who was chatting with Shauna, thankfully not in earshot of us. "And she definitely likes something about you."

"What can I say? I'm pretty likeable," I said jokingly.

She smirked knowingly. "Not like that, Y/N."

I lost my smile as she left me to it, wondering if she was right. I'd always thought it, but maybe if Nat was seeing it too then I wasn't going insane?

—

A few days later, I was helping Mari to hang some wet clothes on the washing line we'd strung up when something caught my attention.

"And where've you been?" Van asked someone, and I wouldn't have been intrigued if it weren't for the nonchalant response.

"Nowhere," Jackie replied, clearing her throat.

Curious, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jackie returning to the cabin from somewhere or the other. The strange bit was seeing her clothes a little dirty, earth staining her denim shorts and white shirt. It was very unlike her to be so unkempt and dishevelled, from the mess of her hair to the mud on her nails. As the only one of us who seemed to actually still care how she looked, this was very out of the ordinary.

"Seriously?" I asked, reading Van's thoughts.

Jackie shrugged, wiping her hands on her shorts before heading around back, no doubt to wash off. I exchanged confused looks with Van before resuming with my job. Weird.

—

Struggling to sleep was something that hadn't really gotten better as time went on. You'd think it would considering it had been a month since we'd crashed here, but it was quite literally a hit and miss to whether I could actually fall asleep or not. And even then, at most, I'd get around five hours.

Tonight wasn't any different, and I was getting tired of the tossing and turning and forcing my eyes closed, so I accepted defeat and got up from my spot to sit in front of the fire. It was getting a little chillier in the air, the nights a little colder, and I feared what would happen when summer was over. But I tried not to overthink it right now, instead watching the wood burn a hot orange, embers crumbling off in the fireplace.

I sat there, hoping I'd succumb to fatigue soon enough, and then ten minutes passed and I heard movement from behind me.

"What are you doing?" It was Jackie, and she was yawning as she took a seat beside me, blanket hugging her.

Feeling bad, I said, "You don't need to–"

"Are you in pain?" she asked, waking up some more as she studied my expression.

"No," I breathed out, to which she relaxed. "Just couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?"

Another yawn, this time she tried to stifle it, and she shook her head. I wasn't stupid though, a frown on my lips.

"You can go back to sleep," I reassured her, in case she felt any moral obligation to be here.

Sly smile on her lips, she tilted her head to look at me. "Eager to get rid of me?"

I rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips, and she chuckled quietly as to not wake anyone.

She nudged me with her shoulder, taking on a serious approach. "What's up?"

I stared back at the fire, finding it easier to tell the truth when I wasn't looking at her. "Just a lot on my mind."

"Like?"

Sighing quietly, I said, "This. My arm. Being rescued. It's been a month, Jackie."

She fell quiet, exhaling softly. "I know."

I wasn't sure why, but hearing the defeat in her voice only confirmed my fears – that we might be stuck here forever. Frowning, I looked down at my arm, remembering the day we crashed. The day everything broke down. The last day of our old life, but the first of our new one. How depressing.

"I had a dream about a cheeseburger last night," Jackie suddenly spoke, surprising me at the randomness of her comment.

"What?"

"Yeah," she continued like it was normal, nodding, "it was fresh from the grill, had cold lettuce, pickles, onions, tomatoes, that really good burger sauce with the bits of pickle in–"

"Jackie," I stopped her.

She looked to me, confused and almost offended that I'd interrupted. "What?"

Bizarre, that's what she was, and it made me laugh. Worried I'd woken up the others, I looked around, thankful that everybody was still fast asleep, and looked back to Jackie with a stifled smile.

"What are you going on about?" I asked her in a low voice.

The fire was casting shadows across her face, making the glimmer of gold in her hazel eyes shimmer as she spoke. "There were fries too. Hot and crispy and perfectly salted."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, though smiling. "Now you've just made me hungry."

She laughed quietly, looking to the fire with approval. "Better than sad."

My smile didn't disappear as I admired her profile, the curve of her jaw, the soft smile imprinted on her face, her hair that was still messy from being asleep. I could have watched her forever, sat there like that, but then I noticed something stuck in her hair. A remnant of a leaf or something.

"You've got something in your hair," I said in a hushed voice, and she lifted a brow as she glanced at me.

"Huh?"

Figuring it was easier to get it out myself, I leaned forward and used my fingers to gently remove the leaf from behind her ear. She stayed still as I did, then I flicked it in the fire before looking back to her, realising she was watching me closely. It could have been the quiet of the night, the crackling of the fire, the proximity between us, but I was amazed by her beauty, eyes taking in her whole expression.

I was close enough to make out the freckles dusting her nose, her earth-coloured eyes which were focused on mine, even the pinkness of her lips as she licked them subconsciously, making my heart race in my chest. It would have been so easy to lean forward, to close the gap and kiss her, but I was terrified. What if Nat was wrong?

What if she was right?

No, I wasn't bold enough to make the first move. If Jackie wanted this – which, the longer she didn't move away from me made me feel like she did – she'd have to do it. Like the wimp I was, I pulled back, looking away. She sighed as she looked back to the fire, and if I couldn't sleep before, I definitely couldn't now.

"Thanks for staying up with me," I said, "but you should sleep."

"So should you," she retorted.

"I promise, I'll try," I said, before standing up and returning to my bed.

She did the same, the two of us tucking ourselves in a few beds over from one another. My heart was hammering away as I laid down, thoughts of Jackie infiltrating my head.

"Goodnight," she whispered.

I swallowed thickly. "Goodnight."

—

If wanting to kiss Jackie Taylor one time wasn't bad enough, having Nat tease me was even worse. She never outright said anything to me since telling me what she thought that one time, but she was certainly enjoying watching me squirm. Especially one evening, when we were all settled around the campfire.

I had my blanket wrapped around me as I sat close to the fire, appreciating the warmth. It wasn't super cold out tonight, but it was comforting nonetheless. Nat was sat on my right, a space between us, and then Jackie appeared, glancing down at me with a smile.

"This seat taken?" she asked.

Before I could even answer, Nat glanced at me with a stifled smirk, and I knew what she was thinking which made me embarrassed all over again.

Trying to ignore Nat, I answered Jackie, "No, go for it."

She grinned and sat in the space between us, and I gave her the other side of my blanket which she wrapped around her shoulders. It wasn't huge though, and she was forced to sit a little closer, close enough for me to make out the smell of the perfume she still spritzed on every morning for a sense of normalcy. It was distracting, as was the feeling of her arm and leg pressed up to mine, and I willed myself to snap out of it.

Suddenly, some of the girls were cheering on the other side of the fire, and then I tuned in when I realised they'd agreed to play a game of truth or dare. Nothing like a typical dumb party game to get everyone's minds off being stranded in the wilderness, right?

Admittedly, it was a little funny going around the circle and watching the stupid dares involving the girls drinking moonshine and flashing themselves, or listening to the amusing truths about someone stealing money from their parents or lying on school tests. For a moment, it was like we really were just at a dumb party.

Then it was my turn to go and Mari asked me if I wanted to pick truth or dare.

"Hmm," I thought aloud, being sure to choose wisely. "I guess I pick dare. I mean, how bad can it be when I only have one working arm?"

"Wanna bet?" Van threatened playfully, a devilish smile on her face which made all the other girls laugh.

Smiling with amusement, I didn't doubt her ability to make a fool of me, broken arm or not. "Damn, truth it is."

Everybody fell quiet as they thought of something to ask, and I wasn't worried in the slightest until Lottie decided to speak.

"This is such a go-to, I'm surprised it hasn't been asked," she said with a chuckle, before looking at me. "Do you have a crush right now? Maybe a long lost love back home?"

My smile was still on my lips, though wanting to disappear as I blinked and became acutely aware of everyone's eyes on me, especially the blonde beside me who was very much the root of my crush.

"Nope," I said as convincingly as I could, making everyone groan at my boring answer.

I truly believed I'd gotten away with it until I looked to Jackie beside me as she was next, but instead caught sight of Nat's mischievous grin beside her. Swallowing thickly, I pretended she wasn't there and looked back to Jackie who was already considering her answer as Mari asked the question.

"Truth," she chose excitedly.

"Oh, I've got a good one," Van said eagerly, before fixing Jackie with a curious look. "What's the most disgusting thing you've done since being here?"

A few girls snickered, and I hid a smile as I awaited Jackie's answer. Everybody knew Jackie acted like a princess, so this must've been good.

Jackie thought about it for a moment, looking up in consideration, before she scrunched her nose with disgust. "Okay, nobody kill me," she disclaimed, piquing everyone's interest, "but I accidentally used someone else's toothbrush one time."

Almost instantly, everybody began to talk over one another, demanding to know whose toothbrush she'd used, but Jackie wasn't having it.

"I don't know whose brush it was!" she exclaimed, embarrassed and avoiding everyone's eyes. "I answered your truth and there's no follow up questions. Also, you should really keep your things out of the communal areas. Just saying."

I suppressed the urge to laugh as a few girls scoffed with disbelief. Jackie glanced at me, both embarrassed and amused, a smile on her lips.

"Okay, Nat, you're up next," Mari moved on. "Truth or dare?"

Nat leaned back on her hands as she answered nonchalantly. "Truth."

"I've got a good one," Shauna said, entertained smile aimed at Nat. "Who do you think has lied tonight?"

Everybody began to 'ooh' at her question, knowing it would be the start of some drama which we had so little of out here. I didn't consider it much, until Nat answered without missing a beat.

"Y/N."

I widened my eyes at her response, looking past Jackie and to a smirking Nat. Everybody was watching the two of us like a tennis match.

"What? Why?" I asked Nat calmly, not wanting to betray anything.

Nat only shrugged indifferently. "Dunno. It just can't be true that you don't have a crush."

I kept my cool as I said, "Well, it is."

"Maybe," Nat said, "but I don't believe it."

"Well, you're wrong," I said a little too quickly.

She laughed, unbothered by my defensiveness. "Okay. It's just my opinion."

My cheeks were flaming as I looked to the fire with embarrassment.

"Doesn't matter anyway," Nat added as an afterthought, enjoying tormenting me. "There'd be no way of you letting your crush know. It's not like they're here, right?"

I hoped Jackie couldn't feel the heat exuding from my skin as I sat there silently, distracting myself with my bottle of water and unable to respond to Nat's teasing. Thankfully, the subject was changed with the next person's turn, and I reminded myself to kill Nat later. She was enjoying this a little too much.

Once we'd gone around the circle once, it was getting late and a little nippy outside, so a few girls began to leave. Nat was one of them, winking at me playfully as she walked past, and just as I rolled my eyes, Jackie looked to me with confusion.

"What was that about?"

"Just Nat being Nat," I mumbled.

Unconvinced, she continued to stare at me with furrowed brows. "What was she doing earlier? Why did she say you were lying?"

"What?" I said, hoping to buy some time as I thought of a reason, because I definitely didn't expect her to say anything about it. "Oh, nothing. She was just trying to be funny."

Jackie licked her lips before pursing them. I thought she'd drop it, but then she narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.

"Is it Nat? Your supposed crush?"

I almost choked on my spit. "What?"

Her expression softened. "Is that why she was teasing you? Because you like her?"

Shaking my head instantly, I said, "No, no. That's literally not it at all. If anything, Nat is a pain in my arse."

Jackie hummed quietly, looking back at the fire which was on its way to burning out. I exhaled with relief, finding it ironic that she thought it was Nat who I liked. Oh, how wrong she was.

"So, whose toothbrush was it?" I asked, changing the subject, knowing she was lying earlier.

She paused. "Misty's."

I snorted with amusement. "Yeah, she would've killed you if she found out."

Jackie smiled in agreement, hiding her laugh. I couldn't seem to look away, lost in her stunning profile, lit up by the fire. It was deja vu. Her blonde hair appeared golden, her eyes a kaleidoscope of green and brown, and her lips... they were pink and soft and I wanted to kiss her again, just like last time.

She suddenly turned to look at me, soft smile gracing her lips, and I was too warm in this blanket, our bodies so close that I wouldn't be surprised if she could feel the heat from my skin, a consequence of how nervous she was making me with a simple glance. All I had to do was lean in, but I couldn't.

"I think you're lying too," she muttered with amusement.

Dumbfounded, I asked, "What?"

She clarified, "About not having a crush."

I raised my eyebrows, making her chuckle quietly before patting my leg.

"C'mon, it's cold," she said, before standing up and leaving me with me the blanket, probably assuming I would follow her.

But I was too surprised at what she'd said. That was a hint, right? She knew? She knew I liked her?

Should I have kissed her?

—

I wet some scrap material in the lake, my only source for something cold in the wilderness, and carefully wrapped my broken but healing arm in it. It acted as a terrible ice pack, but I sighed with relief at the cool feeling.

It had been a month and a half since we'd been stranded, a month and a half since my arm broke. I couldn't be sure it was healing correctly, since it still hurt when I moved it and looked a little weird, but the swelling was gone and I didn't need to rely so much on the limited medication we had.

Still, I couldn't do everything I wanted to and I really missed having two working arms. Even now, as I looked out at the lake and saw some of the others swimming in the water, I was jealous. God, I was so bored. Even a swim would be nice, but I physically couldn't.

Instead, I took a spot by the shore and laid on my back, using my arm to shield the sun from my eyes and have a little nap. I didn't completely doze off, just enough to tune out my surroundings for a little while, but then I felt a shoe gently kick at my leg.

"Huh? What?" I asked tiredly, lowering my arm.

Jackie was stood above me, eager smile on her face. I hated the way the butterflies began to swirl in my stomach, all because the sun crafted her silhouette so perfectly. Stupid. Crush.

"I've got a surprise for you," she said.

I sat upright, rubbing my eye. "What does that even mean?"

"Come find out," she exclaimed, before grabbing my hand without warning and pulling me up.

"Jackie–"

"Close your eyes," she instructed with a suppressed grin.

I gave her a disapproving look. "Seriously?"

She shook my arm encouragingly. "C'mon! You're gonna love it. I hope."

Very curious and also still a little out of it from my nap, I decided to entertain her and closed my eyes. She didn't let go of my hand as she dragged me somewhere carefully. I wasn't sure where at first, but then the ground was full of grass and sticks, and leaves were skimming my bare arms the further she led me, and I guessed we were back in the woods.

"Okay, we're here," she said suddenly, stopping abruptly. "Open."

I sighed, opening my eyes and blinking a few times. We were at the usual spot we played acorn soccer in, and I didn't know what the surprise was, but then I saw it. It was some sort of goal or net made of sticks twisted together in an awkwardly shaped dome, about the height of my knee and the width of my outstretched arms.

"What is this?" I asked with an amazed smile, running forward to study it closely.

"You gotta have a target, right?"

I laughed. "This is sick, Jackie!"

She chuckled from behind me. "I'm glad you like it."

"Wait," I realised, turning around to look at her. "Is this what you've been doing?"

It explained why she would sometimes return to the cabin looking a little messy, but I never expected her to be building this. DIY wasn't really her thing.

"Why? You been keeping tabs?" she teased, crossing her arms.

I sighed softly, thinking back to the first time I'd said that to her. Funnily enough, in this very spot.

"You're such an idiot," I said, rolling my eyes playfully, before moving forward to hug her.

She returned it before asking, "Wanna test it out?"

I stared at her with an obvious look. "Duh!"

She grinned and we returned to our usual positions for acorn soccer, though this time we had an actual 'net' and it raised the stakes in the best way possible. I still couldn't believe she'd done this for me.

As I dribbled the acorn 'ball', throwing in some fancy footwork just to annoy Jackie, she put her foot out and I tripped over it, hitting the ground instantly. It didn't hurt, though was definitely surprising, but I thought it would be funny to make Jackie feel bad anyway.

"Ow!" I shouted, rolling onto my back and pretending to clutch my broken arm.

Her expression transformed into one of concern as she gasped. "Oh, shit, are you okay?! I didn't mean to–"

I pushed my foot out slightly before she could finish, easily knocking her forward onto the ground, landing right next to me with a thud. Laughter spilled from my mouth almost instantly, only increasing when she lifted her head to playfully glare at me, a dirt mark on her cheek.

"You asked for it," I said knowingly, before sitting upright.

I offered her my hand as she sat up too, legs intertwined with mine as she wiped her hands onto her shorts.

"Did I actually hurt you?" she asked, tilting her head towards me with a smile.

"You did not," I assured her with amusement, making her sigh with defeat.

"Not funny," she pointed out, which was hard to believe when her eyes were sparkling with anything but seriousness.

I snickered, before my eyes fell to the dirt mark on her cheek. "You've got a little something..."

Motioning to my cheek, she furrowed her brows and lifted her hand to her own to try and get it, but she missed.

"What?"

"Just right–"

"Here?"

I scoffed lightheartedly before using my thumb to get rid of it for her, wiping it away in a few swipes. I had to cup her jaw as I did, not even realising what I was doing until she exhaled softly and her breath dusted my lips. I paused, eyes flickering to hers, and that feeling came back, along with the nerves that always accompanied them. She looked between my eyes before hers fell to my lips, and mine did the same. I wanted to lean in, so so badly, but as usual, my body became paralysed with fear. Why was this so hard?

Like the wimp I was, I was about to let go of her jaw and pull away, ready to pretend this never happened. But she surprised me when she spoke up.

"Just do it."

I blinked, surprised, briefly meeting her half-lidded gaze, and that was all the confirmation I needed. Pushing away my fears, I finally leaned in, kissing her. She sighed into my mouth, moving her hand to the back of my neck to pull me even closer, and I had goosebumps all over at the feeling of her lips on mine. It was slow, long-awaited and wonderful, and I regretted not making a move sooner.

When we pulled apart, my heart was racing and I opened my eyes, only to be submerged in pools of hazel.

"Getting a kiss from you is like pulling teeth, I swear," she murmured, lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Flushing with embarrassment, I cleared my throat and let go of her. "Nothing stopped you from making the first move, y'know."

"And do all the work?" she asked rhetorically. "I left so many hints. I thought you would've taken them."

"I wasn't sure," I admitted, lips still tingling. She rolled her eyes teasingly, but I continued, "I couldn't be sure. Not with you. Not for me."

"You still sound doubtful," she noticed, smile fading a little.

I wasn't sure what to say because a small part of me still was. Accepting that Jackie Taylor had wanted me to kiss her was something I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to.

Suddenly, she kissed me again, brief but enough to have me second guessing my own name. When she pulled away, a knowing smile was on her lips.

"How about now?" she asked, and all I could do was swallow hard with warm cheeks.

She laughed before helping me up off the ground. We dusted ourselves off and then she held out her hand towards me.

"Let's head back," she said, and I smiled as I accepted her hand.

We walked back to the cabin, me personally feeling like I was on cloud nine because the girl I liked actually liked me back.

"So, the thing with Nat," Jackie brought up as we headed back. "The crush and the lying thing. That was about me?"

Oh, God, why was everything so embarrassing?

"Yes," I admitted reluctantly. "She was teasing me because she knew I wouldn't make a move."

This made Jackie chuckle. "She wasn't wrong."

I shot her a sideways glance. "Thanks for the reminder."

"Oh, c'mon," she said between laughter, "don't pout."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "It's fine, don't worry. Let's just all laugh at Y/N because she couldn't kiss the girl, ha, ha, ha."

Jackie kept laughing, though I knew it wasn't out of spite. Besides, at least I'd finally made a move. That was all that mattered.

At least, it did for the next two minutes until we reached the cabin and I saw Nat sat on the steps, taking note of the two of us holding hands.

"And here we go," I whined to myself.

Jackie's smile, still on her face from the amusement of my inability to make the first move, faded as she glanced between Nat and I.

"Hey, Nat!" she called to the blonde, confusing me and earning her attention.

As soon as Nat looked our way properly, Jackie let go of my hand and kissed me, cupping my face between her hands and taking her time. I was so surprised when she pulled away, as was Nat, not expecting her to be so outright with it.

"What–"

"Anything to add?" Jackie cut me off, instead looking to Nat with a quirked brow that dared her to tease me.

Nat shook her head. "Not at all. Huh."

Satisfied, Jackie smiled sweetly and I was sure my face was hot with embarrassment. I probably should've seen that coming, but also, how could I have?

"Good job," Nat said to me as she walked past us, impressed smile on her lips.

I blinked, before looking to Jackie. "Erm, thanks?"

"Hey, she may have been right, but only I get to tease you about it," she said in a way that sounded like she was joking but I knew she wasn't.

I breathed out, small smile on my face. I may have been the shy one, but at least I had Jackie to rely on. It's not like I'd ever have to make the first move again anyway. The hard part was over.

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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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pray4saint · 8 months

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hihi i'm here to pick that massive brain of yours 😼

can we have some headcanons (or anything really) of george having a crush on a popular streamer!reader and maybe all his friends tease him about it bc he's just so smitten and has negative rizz around them? (sorry if this is basic but I can't get the idea out of my mind)

smitten

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. popular streamer!reader. fluff. george pining after reader. bsf!larray bc i felt like it. use of 'y/n'. swearing.

a/n. this has been rotting in my inbox for almost 3 weeks soooo here we are lmaoo. started writing 8/26/23, finished writing 8/29/23. crazy right??

”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” those were the first words george ever heard you say.

george had heard your twitch handle – your username – float around twitter for awhile since you had another big project coming up. but the first time he saw you was in larray's newest youtube video. you'd opened the door to the room larray was pacing around in, talking into this phone's microphone, and you had two coffees in hand. ”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” the cut off was when one of the coffees spilled a little bit out of the lid and onto the floor. larray let his jaw fall slack, looking between the camera and the floor by the entrance. ”oh bitch how did that happen?”

”shut up.” you start, stepping over the spill to put the coffees down on his desk. ”do you have paper towels?” and then the video cut to him driving alone in his car, singing along to another song as he did almost ritualistically during these cuts.

it was that video that sent george down the rabbit hole. it started with your youtube channels, your main which was mostly your shortened streams and those very rare vlogs you did with friends. almost two hours had gone by when he realised just how long he'd been watching your videos and laughing every few minutes because you had said something funny, or you added to a joke someone else had started.

then there was your twitch, which had him travelling over to your twitter, and after reading like ten of your tweets, he followed you. after shaking his head and closing twitter, he found himself scrolling through your instagram. starting with the most recent, which he liked, that was safe enough, and he just kept going, at least until one of his roommates knocked on his door, and he accidentally liked a really old post. it was late and he didn't understand what could possibly be so important.

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george didn't bother telling any of his friends about you as he didn't feel it was necessary. ping. that was weird. george could've sworn he'd silenced his phone. then again, this wasn't his stream and he could afford to check it right then.

twitter – 1 new notification @ yourusername followed you back!

his lips parted, a heavy exhale leaving him. it was weird, but he smiled at it. ”ooooh george, what's, or who's got you smilin' over there?” sapnap half-turned around in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows at his roommate. george's eyes snap up to his friend. ”uh, what?” sapnap just sort of laughs it off and goes back what he was doing prior.

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”hi george, i'm y/n.” you extended a hand out to the brit and after what felt like forever, he put his hand in yours and shook. ”hi.” was the only word he could manage out. as much as he wanted to make a good first impression, the only thing he could do when he looked at you was smile. it was something easily picked up by the rest of the group; sapnap, dream and larri. there were shared looks between the three, ones neither you or george saw.

you'd of course heard of the dream team, they were popular streamers, but you'd also heard about them from larri, who knew them a quite a bit better than the internet did.

larri was the first to speak up to get everyone back on track, to record the video. ”anyways so–”

god, george was a goner for you, and he didn't even really know you. at least not yet.

#saint's inbox !!#s.george #georgenotfound #gnf #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #georgenotfound fluff #gnf fluff #dteam #dream team #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt x reader fluff #mcyt fluff

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ughgoaway · 4 months

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you know how much i love sickfics 😭 and also it’s entirely plausible that girlie always gets sick when school first starts (source: bfs a teacher. also source: kids are germ factories)

anyway yes thinking of matty being very fucking sweet and caring when they’ve only newly started dating 😭 and taking care of girlie (maybe annie had the same thing a few weeks ago so he feels like an expect now lol) and even tho reader insists she’s fine, she’ll get over it with a good nights rest, he refuses to let her do it on her own (he is a proper mother hen now after all)

Oh, the love for sick fics is so real. I yearn to baby this grown man and also to be looked after by him.

Kids are such fucking germ factories, it's CRAZY. All they know how to do is be sick and perpetually sticky. So it's 100% possible you are getting SICK, especially if it's something that's been spreading through your class.

Annie was out last week, and she's been back 2 days when you start feeling a bit rough. Matty shows up to drop Annie off and notices your red-rimmed eyes and pink nose. He sends Annie in with a kiss on the head and walks over to talk to you properly.

No one is within earshot, so Matty can talk to you the way he wants, “Hi sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You don't look like yourself” he goes to stroke your arm, but he catches himself before he does.

You guys are together, but the school doesn't know anything yet, so he has to act normal, despite the constant urge to touch you however he can.

You pout and Matty has to fight the smile at how cute you are, “oh wow that's just what you want to hear from your new boyfriend” you tease, smiling and giggling but then launching into a chesty cough from speaking.

“Oh baby, have you got the same thing Annie had? She had the same cough and runny nose,” Matty speaks softly and has to fight the urge to scoop you into a hug.

“I think I'm starting to, but it's Friday so I figure I'll just quarantine myself in my flat for the weekend and I'll be fine by Monday.” You wave him off and drop your hand back to your side, but not before brushing yours and Matty’s fingers together subtly. You could see the worry in his eyes and were desperate to reassure him you were okay.

“Well, Annie is going up to my mum's this weekend so I can come and look after you if you want?” Before Matty can even finish asking, you are shaking your head.

Even the movement of shaking your head has you feeling dizzy and nauseous and you stumble slightly on the spot, matty of course acts like you had just thrown yourself to the floor and grabbed your arm to steady you.

“I'm fine, really. Enjoy your weekend off” You smile softly at Matty, but he doesn't look convinced. But before he can protest further, a parent walks over, and he has to rip his hand from your arm.

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It's Saturday night, and Matty hasn't heard from you all day. He had texted asking how you were doing and if you needed anything, but he was met with radio silence. So he took it upon himself to come over.

He knocks on your door and hears rustling behind it, and soon a pile of blankets emerges, and Matty has to assume you are under there somewhere.

“Hello?” You croak out, and Matty almost crumbles on the spot. He walks in and shuts the door behind him before pulling you into a tight hug.

He feels you breathe him in and your growing smile against his chest, “Matty.” You whisper and burrow closer. You hadn't realised how comforting his scent was, and you already felt more at ease.

But a chesty and slightly wet cough pulls you from the hug, and Matty has to hide his grimace at how rough you sound.

“Oh darling, you sound awful. And you're burning up.” You pout as he feels your forehead, and he then places his palms on your flushed cheeks.

“Can't be burning up, I'm freezing. And my chest feels heavy” you mumble as you snuggle back into his chest, matty rubs up and down your back - or at least he thinks it's your back. The pile of blankets makes it hard to tell.

It's then he goes into mother hen mode, “Right we need to get you out of these sweaty clothes and into the shower. The steam will help your breathing and hopefully make you feel a bit better.” Matty starts walking to your shower, and you shuffle behind him weakly protesting.

“Ah ah ah. No excuses, baby. It's time for me to look after you. Now strip.” he reaches into your shower and flicks it on, putting some towels on your radiator to heat them up, ready for when you're done.

You can't help but tease Matty, hoping he’ll forget about the whole sick thing and just let you sleep for the next 24 hours, “ooh kinky. Yes sir” you faux salute and wink at Matty. But any flirty behaviour was quickly wasted when you started hacking up a lung and shivering at the same time.

“Don't you ‘yes sir’ me, just let me help you, sweet girl. Please?” his pout and soft eyes get you, and you start shedding blankets, and your shivering intensifies.

You step into the shower and hiss at the hot water, somehow still shaking even under the scorching water. You look back at Matty, who is watching you with worried eyes.

You decide then and there to give up any dignity you had left and let yourself be looked after.

“Get in with me?” Matty looks at you suspiciously, and you quickly clarify, “No funny business, I swear. I just want you close to me.” Your sad, quiet voice has Matty shedding his clothes quickly, getting in and pulling you back onto his chest.

You rest your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh at the feeling of him behind you. Matty grabs your body wash and squirts it in his hands, lathering them together before slowly working them over your body.

It's not sensual or sexual in any way. It's just pure love and care. He moves from your underarms to your torso, slowly working his hands over your aching body. He kneads each section carefully, pulling groans from your cracked lips.

He grabs the shower head to wet your hair and massages shampoo and conditioner into it. He grins at the soft, sleepy smile that comes across your face at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your scalp.

After 15 minutes and an appropriate amount of steam later, Matty turns off the water and begins bundling you in the towels he had ready. Still, your teeth are chattering as you stand in the bathroom in a pile of 5 towels.

And Matty can't help but feel his heart shatter. He’s never seen you look so small and sad. He can see you're feeling really fucking ill, and honestly, the lack of fighting from you tells him all he needs to know.

“Go sit on the bed, sweetheart, and I'll be right back” Matty walks you to your bed, and you flop back into the pile of blankets, fighting sleep as you settle in. Matty runs to the front door and grabs the bag he had dropped when he walked in earlier.

He gets back to you and pulls out his shirt and jogging bottoms from his bag, he knew you'd want his clothes- so he came prepared.

You giggle and lift your arms up, ready for him to dress you. Matty pulls down your towel and averts his eyes from your chest, feeling weird for staring whilst you're so ill.

You notice and pout, “You don't like my boobs?”

“No no, not that. I like them too much, babe. If I stare too long I'll get hard and it is definitely not the time for that” Matty taps your hips and slides up a pair of his boxers and jogging bottoms over your waist as you grin happily.

Your boyfriend still likes your boobs even when you're gross and ill, and that's good to know.

You flop back on the bed and watch Matty walk around and get into bed, patting the space next to him for you to settle into.

“Mmm, you'll look at them another time, though?” you say softly, starting to move up the bed.

Matty nods and smiles as he watches you move groggily, sniffling as you're crawling up to him.

“Good idea bringing your clothes for me. I would've stolen yours if not” you say, letting your eyes fall closed.

“Hey this isn't my first time dealing with a sick girlfriend” Matty says, and you immediately frown and open your heavy eyes.

“Don't wanna think about you being other people's boyfriend. You're my boyfriend,” you groan, settling into your pillows and burrowing into Matty's side.

He laughs and swings his arm around your shoulders as your legs wind together like ivy intertwining, and you bury your nose in his chest with a happy hum.

“Don't worry, baby, I'm just your boyfriend. No one else's.” he looks down at you and feels giddy at the soft smile on your face.

“Mmm mine” You sigh, and Matty presses a kiss to your head as you finally drift off.

The next day, Matty still wants to play nurse, and you let him quite happily.

#v giving me the cutest ideas as always #sick fics my beloved <3333 #me being chronically ill and needing this year round #plsssssssssss #teacher au!#moots <3 #matty healy fic

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gemstone-roses · 1 year

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hiii saw you wanted hurt/comfort so, how about hannibal one based off “you’re always helping others. let me help you.” ?? i think it could work for hurt/comfort :)

hey! Okay I love this idea!!! As someone who regularly goes out of my way to help someone out putting myself on the back-burner I love the idea of hannibal taking care of you instead.

Who takes care of you?

Summary: what it says above. Hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, bit of angst, minors be gone.

A:N- hi I'm so sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 🥹, requests are open!

Hannibal smiles as he hears your voice echo through the corridors, your asking the team if they want anything from the coffee stand down the road, it's been a tough few days for everyone.

"Would you like anything, doctor"? You smile at him, and he ducks his head slightly,

"I've told you, please call me hannibal, and no thankyou I'm fine" he smiles.

"Are you sure? It's been a rough few days, nothing at all?" You ask

Hannibal smiles, but this time its slightly reserved. You are always going above and beyond for everyone. But hannibal can sense that the past few days have taken an extra toll on you.

Not that you would ever say anything though, but making sure everyone else was doing okay occupied your mind.

"If you change your mind, just text me" you smile.

You return a bit later,handing hannibal a bag of pastries you knew he liked despite not asking for them.

"I know you said you didn't want anything but I got these anyway because I know you love them" you say,

"Did you drink your coffee on the way back?" He asks

"No! I couldn't carry everything with mine so I didn't get one, I'll just grab something later" you say, not really bothered.

Having had a few developments in the case while you were out you got straight back to work.

You worked closely with hannibal, like him, you weren't an agent, you worked with victims and their families, so hannibal got to see how much you really did try and do as much as you could, and more, for others. Hannibal was always warmed by your desire to help others, It didn't take him long to realise that you had a habit of putting yourself second though.

It's way past home time, even will has gone home, but the light is still on in the little lecture hall, hannibal frowns as he here's you sniffle from inside.

"Y/n?" He asks softly

He hears you take a deep breath in before answering

"Hey!" You say, failing to hide the crack in your voice.

hannibal makes his way into the hall, seeing your figure sat halfway up the benches.

"Are you okay?" He asks, making his way up the steps to reach you, as he gets closer, he sees your shaking slightly.

"Y-yeah" you say, trying to get control of your wavering voice.

"Your shaking my love" hannibal says, crouching down in front of you.

Hannibal takes your hand, gives it a comforting squeeze, you shut your eyes, tears running down your face.

"Hey" he says softly, reaching up to tilt your chin, he wipes at your tears gently.

"It's okay" he says soothingly. Hannibal stands up and wraps his arms around you.

He holds you tight while his hand strokes your back, your still shaking, overwhelmed by the past few days, and hannibal just pulls you into him more.

"I got you" he whispers.

He holds you until he feels you pull away

"Come on, I'll cook you something" he smiles at you.

"No that's okay, you don't have to do-

Hannibal raises his eyebrows

"Im not asking" he says, a bit firmly.

"But- you try to protest

"Y/n, all week I have seen you put yourself second while you did everything and anything for the people around you, please, let me take care of you". He smiles as he places a small kiss to the top of your head.

Hannibal places his arm around you while you walk to his car, you relax slightly, coming to terms with the idea of someone taking care of you.

#hannibal lecter fanfiction #hannibal imagine #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal x reader #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal nbc imagine

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pigeonwhumps · 6 months

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I’m thinking about Phoenix’s camouflage going crazy when stressed or scared, so Aaron can’t see a wound well enough to treat it. Imagine how terrified they’d be.

Yesss!!! They'd be terrified. Stuck in an endless loop of stressed -> camouflage goes crazy -> terrified at Aaron's imagined reaction -> camouflage goes crazier -> etc

"They're terrified!"

"They're injured. And they won't let us see anything!"

"It looks kind of fucked up. Like an old TV set that can't find a channel."

A throat clears.

"Get out. All of you. We will talk later."

Phoenix flinches at the tightness in Aaron's voice. They're already looking away but they squeeze their eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

"Phoenix, you're not in trouble. I need you to take a deep breath for me."

Phoenix tries. They really do. But all they can manage is a short staccato. They feel a tear drip down their cheek and swipe it away, angry at their own helplessness.

They already know they're a freak. They don't need someone else pointing out how fucked up they are.

"Hey. Hey, easy, Phoenix, it's okay. Where are you hurt? Just show me the area, you don't have to speak. I don't want to hurt you, and I can't see anything right now."

Phoenix swallows and gestures to the back of their left shoulder. There's a large burn where the supervillain tried to stop them escaping with her top-secret information, and although they're used to burns Abbie's never given them one so big, or so deep, and it's excruciating. They've been trying so hard not to move their arm, they desperately don't want to scream.

They're not sure they have enough energy to do so anyway, though.

"Okay. You're doing good. If it's okay with you, I'm going to give you a hug." Phoenix nods, and Aaron wraps an arm around their other shoulder, stroking their hair.

They feel themself relax into it. It's almost immediate, their body crying out for a friendly, non-painful touch. Aaron plays with their hair and they almost forget why they're here.

Almost.

"I don't want to alarm you, but how on earth did you make it here without anyone noticing just how injured you are?"

Phoenix recoils. It's not bad, they've had worse, and of course Aaron has ulterior motives in touching them kindly.

"Woah, hey. Easy. Easy, I need to examine your burn."

His voice is calm, implacable, but it won't be for long. If Phoenix doesn't get themself under control right now he'll start getting angry.

Of course, that doesn't help.

Phoenix wishes they could have the cuffs. They'd stop their stupid fucked-looking uncontrollable camouflage. Even though they shouldn't need help, they shouldn't, they're not a child anymore, but they can't stop anything when they're scared.

They're such a coward.

"Take a deep breath. And another one, that's it. I won't hurt you. We need to debride your injury soon, because there's a high risk of infection, but I'll give you painkillers, we can take breaks, and I'll make sure you're warm and on IV fluids and all the rest of it. Okay? I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe, take a deep breath."

Phoenix has no idea what any of this is, they've never had treatment for burns before, they heal on their own. Debridement sounds serious though, it sounds like it hurts, and if Phoenix doesn't control themself will Aaron just do it anyway, ignoring the fact that he might be hitting unburnt skin under the camouflage?

If their mind was in a better place, they'd realise that that doesn't sound like him, but as it is they can't stop shaking, can't slow their breathing, can't stop their powers from going fucking haywire.

Aaron strokes their hair while doing something or other with his tablet. "It's okay, Phoenix, breathe. Just breathe. Please, relax, and let me see the burn if you can. Drop the camouflage if it's possible. I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe."

He still sounds calm, but Phoenix knows there must be anger or frustration or something hidden behind there and they can't calm down. Aaron is the most patient person they know but even he has to get angry at them eventually. And this... this should be more than enough to cause it.

#whump #whump writing #answered ask #phoenix oc #aaron oc #aaron would like to just knock phoenix unconscious #itd be easier and kinder #but he cant do that

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vixsstxff · 1 year

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Pls bless us with some sub dottore content

Yesh, I've really been putting this off haven't I 😨 Anyways, SAY YES TO THE DRESS? SAY YES TO THE SLUT 🗣🗣🗣

Sub Dottore x Male reader

Cw: Raw fucking, rough sex, punishment, slapping, cock stepping, gagging, choking, degrading, begging, edging, ass grabbing, Masochist dottore, public-ish sex, dottore is a brat, reader is abit of a bitch

Dottore was being even more of an asshole today, he treated you like a total idiot! Every warning you gave him he shrugged off without a care in the word. Oh how he'll regret that....

"Y/n, you're finally here. Could yo-" he bearly got to finish his sentence before you pulled him away from his work. "Hey, wha-' 'Shut it" You cut him off again. 'Rude', he thought to himself.

You shove Dottore into a closed off room and slam the door behind you. Dottore stumbles, almost falling. "Hey what the-" He stops mid sentence, seeing the pure rage in your eyes. "What did I do?" He questioned innocently. "Oh you KNOW what you did, Dottore." You snapped.

You push Dottore to the floor. "Owch you've wounded me, I- AH!♡" You dig your heel into Dottore's dick, making him moan, loud. Too loud for your liking. You look around the room looking for anything to use as a gag to make him shut up.

You find a piece of cloth on a shelf and tie it around Dottores mouth. Drool starts to soak the cloth already.

"You're such a slut aren't you Dottore?" You put more pressure on his dick making him moan through the cloth. "You're a stupid. Little. Whore. Who only wants to be filled to the brim with my cum huh? Am I right Dottore?" With every word you uttered, the more you you drove your boot into Dottore cock. The feeling of pain and arousal make him quiver and shake.

He nods aggressively while whimpering for mercy. You show him some mercy and take your boot off his dick and kneel infront of him.

"Huh, already going to cum? You really are a slut" You said while grinning like a maniac. He let's out a muffled whine.

You take off the cloth and almost immediately Dottore starts begging. "Please... Please fuck me y/n... I need it, please.." Drool slips past his lips as he begs for you dick.

You lay him on his back, then take off his clothes making him whimper at the cool air hitting his now sensitive body. You pull your pants down to your mid thigh and shove Dottore's legs to his chest.

"Don't you scream, alright?" You say, confusing Dottore. You put your tip on Dottore's rim and grab his thighs grounding yourself. "Wait- Aren't you going to... Use lube?" Dottore says worried. You simply smile at him and shove your whole length in him in one go.

"aAAHH!!♡♡" Dottore moans, almost screaming like a girl.

You bearly give Dottore a minute to adjust to you size before you start ravaging his insides. "Archons! You're so tight- Ha- It's like I'm fucking a virgin!" Dottore just moans and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. He can bearly think anymore. He could only think about your dick drilling into his tight hole. The thought makes him tighten up even more, to the point where you thought your dick was gonna snap off.

"Archons, you're gonna break my dick Dottore! Relax would you!?" Dottore only moans. "Hey! Are you listening?" You say, placing a hand on Dottore's neck and squeezing both sizes. Dottore gasps for air, unable to breathe properly.

He feels like he's gonna faint... He didn't even cum yet... Cum?... Wai- "ARCHONS-♡ AUGH, PLEASE!! CUMMING, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!♡♡♡♡ I- AH♡! PLEASE!" Dottore grips your wrist while begging for his realise.

You grin, knowing that you'd be the only person who could ever make the 2nd fatui harbinger beg and moan like this.

Dottore shakes violently as he cums, not caring if you said he couldn't. He paints his stomach and some of his chest white. You didn't spare him a second to come down from his high and continued thrusting into his hole more roughly, chasing your release.

Tears start falling freely down Dottore's face as he weakly grabs your hand that's still wrapped around his neck.

"Who said you could cum yet?" Dottore was too fucked out to understand what you told him. "Hey! Are you listening!?" You stop thrusting and take your hand off Dottore's neck and slap him across the face trying to snap him back into reality.

Dottore moans after you slap him across the face

You grab his jaw and make him look at you. "Hey slut, speak when you're spoken to alright?" Dottore nods vigorously.

His eyes crossed when you started fucking him roughly again, he squirmed in your grasp, trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You wished you had a kamera because he looked so wonderful with his fucked out face.

"Ha.. I thought you were smart than this 'Doctor'. Still can't even answer my question can you?" You tell him while grinning. Dottore gives no response, his brain have being turned into mush.

You smile at his weakened state, proud of yourself for making the almighty Fatui Harbinger cry and squirm for your dick.

"More.. Ah!.... More!! I... Augh- Need it!" Dottore spoke before muttering 'more' to himself. He arches his back while begging for more, rather uncharacteristic for a man like him.

An idea pops inside your head, making you grin like a madman. You thrust into Dottore, but weakly that he gets almost no stimulation to get him to cum.

"Augh... Why did you stop..." Is all Dottore could force out of his dry throat. "You're smart aren't you? The smartest man in Snezhaya, am I right? Then you should be able to figure out exactly why I stopped, right?" You say with a sinister smile plastered on his face.

Dottore groans. You stop all his thoughts by making a ticking sound with your mouth. Dottore whimpers, and tries begging physically rather than verbally. You tsk, what an idiot. How many times will he do that before he realises that you won't give in to him from just facial expression.

Dottore takes a deep shakey breath before speaking. "Could you... please.. "Please what?" You chime in. "Please..." Dottore grumbles "fuck me..." Dottore whispered. "Who?" He rolls his eyes. "... Y/n...." You give him a disappointed look. "Just move already! I can't do this anymore! Move you damn imbeci- OH~!"

You start thrusting rough, fast, deep. Dottore is rocking back and forth from power you put into your thrusts, he swears his ass would be bruised by the end of everything. Archons and he'd have a huge limp when he walks.

All his remaining thoughts disappear when you grab his tass, he cums almost immediately when you squeeze them. "Woah! I didn't expect you cum so fast from me just grabbing your ass.. Hm, how about I preform an experiment? Hm, sound good huh?" You grab his hips and use them as leverage to thrust harder. Dottore throws his head back and tries to squirm away from the stimulation.

You reach for his ass squeezed it. Your other hand stays on his hip giving you leverage to keep thrusting. Dottore arches his back and you hit his prostate over, and over, and over, and over again.

"plEASE-!? OUGHH!" Dottore moans while arching his chest into your hand. The pleasure felt overwhelming for Dottore, but he couldn't bring himself to use his safe word.

His vision goes white as his climax hits him like a truck, you cum soon after him.

You stay inside him for a few seconds to catch your breath. Seems dottore already passed out from exhaustion, leaving you with a large mess to clean.

"I can do it later" you think to yourself while laying down next to him.

#sub dottore #bottom dottore #male reader #x male reader #sub genshin #top male reader

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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 2 months

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How about: “we’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back. just stop.” “stop what?” “coming back.”

Angst incoming!! Hurt my heart a little with this one I won't lie djlksdjlkgjd

broken trust prompts

Chloe unlocked the front door to the Bella House, a warm feeling in her chest. It had been months since she had last seen the Bellas, letting them think that this was the year that she had actually graduated, but she had instead tanked her Russian Lit exam again to compete with them for the third year in a row. They were her family, how could she just walk away and move on with her life? Besides, it meant that this way she could stay close to Beca, something about the short, smirking brunette pulled her in, intrigued her, made her want to stick around just a little longer. She was going to be so excited to see her.

In fact, this early before the start of the new school year, Beca would be the only one home. She stayed behind in Georgia over the summer break to work at the radio station (much to her father's chagrin) and had simply kept living in the Bella House while she did rather than having to have found a temporary apartment. Chloe was so excited to see her, to spend some quality time with just Beca before the Bellas joined them.

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Jesus!"

The living room was dark as Chloe stepped into it with a huge grin, Beca's startled voice coming from the direction of the couch. The lamp clicked on, revealing a dishevelled looking Beca hastily buttoning her shirt, a slightly annoyed look on her face as she unstradled the waist of the sophmore that she worked at the radio station with.

"Chloe? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sorry." Chloe giggled, wincing a little as she realised what she'd interrupted, "I didn't realise you'd have company!"

"Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting anyone to barge in on me two weeks before the start of term." Beca frowned, Chloe feeling the warm feeling start to dissapate as she realised there was no amusement in Beca's face or tone, simply irritance and a degree of anger, "I thought you'd actually graduated this time Chloe, why are you here?"

"I tanked my Russian Lit exam again..." Chloe shrugged, feeling a blush start to creep up her neck as something akin to shame washed through her, "I wanted to stay with you guys, keep competing with the Bellas, I... I just wanted to surprise you."

"Yeah well you certainly did that..." Beca scoffed.

"This feels like a private conversation..." The woman Beca had been making out with got off the couch, adjusting her skirt with a sheepish smile, "I'll text you later Bec."

She kissed Beca's cheek as she left, Chloe feeling something make her stomach twist as she did. She had no right to be jealous, it wasn't as if Beca was doing something wrong, they were nothing more than friends. At least, she thought they were anyway...

"Why are you mad at me?" Chloe asked as they heard the front door shut, feeling tears start to well in her eyes. This was not how she had expected the day to go at all.

"Maybe because you keep intentionally failing your exams to sing acapella?!" Beca raised her eyebrow, "Or you don't tell anyone that you're doing it again?! Or that I finally felt like I-"

Beca cut herself up with a shake of her head, lips pursed angrily, arms crossed over her chest.

"Why do you keep doing this Chloe?"

"Because you guys are my family." Chloe bit her lip, "And we have so much fun competing and spending time together, I didn't want to give that up."

"Oh my god..." Beca rolled her eyes heavily, "Grow up Chloe! Aubrey still sees us but she also has a life, you're the one clinging to your college years, it's just sad!"

"Becs..." Chloe pulled back a little from Beca, nostrils flared as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"You keep doing this, you keep coming back and acting like it's not that different, that it's not kind of pathetic that you're failing deliberately because you're too chicken shit to be an adult and have a life!"

Beca was shaking as her own angry tears burst forward, hands clenched into fists by her side. She hadn't meant to go off on Chloe, it wasn't that she hated her or anything, but seeing her after she thought she might finally get to move on had caused a level of pain and frustration that she didn't know it was possible to feel.

"We’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back! Just stop!"

"Stop what?" Chloe was exasperated as she yelled back, not understanding where all this anger had come from.

"Coming back."

Beca sagged a little as she saw how heavy her words had landed on Chloe, running her hands through her hair as she shook her head. She didn't want to upset Chloe, or be mad at her, or hurt her in anyway, but she'd had enough. Had enough of swallowing her feelings for best friend, had enough of Chloe's drunken flirting that she didn't remember in the morning (or at least pretended she didn't), had enough of the frat boys that Chloe trotted in front of her. She didn't want to hurt Chloe, but Chloe kept on hurting her.

"Chloe I..." Beca sighed heavily, "Do you even like me?"

"Of course I do." Chloe cried, "You're my best friend, I love you!"

"No..." Beca could feel herself getting frustrated again, "I mean do you like me. Do I occupy your thoughts all day, do I make you feel invicible and vulnerable all at the same time, do you love me?! Because I love you... I love you, and I've been trying not to for years because it fucking destroys me, and every time I think I get to move on, you come right back to taunt me all over again!"

"Becs..." Chloe looked horrified as she stepped towards her, but Beca took a step backwards from her, "I didn't... I never... I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." Beca whispered, "I know you didn't, but you did and I... I can't keep doing this Chloe. It is killing me to just be around you and pretend that I'm not feeling all this intense stuff. I finally found someone that I can be somewhat normal with without feeling guilty about doing it right in front of you, and you show up again..."

"I'm sorry..." Chloe shook her head, "I really am Becs, I'll... I'll stay in a hotel until the semester starts, find an apartment, take my make up exam early-"

"Stop it..." Beca groaned, "Stop... stop shaping your life around other people Chloe. If you want to stay here, then stay. If you want to compete with the Bellas again this year, compete again. I'm not going to stop you."

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have..." Chloe's arms wrapped around her own waist, sniffing softly, "I really never meant to Becs."

"I know." Beca swallowed thickly, "But I can't help but notice you never answered my question, which is an answer in itself I guess."

"What question?"

"Do you love me?" Beca's jaw clenched, scanning Chloe for any kind of visible reaction, "Not as your friend but... do you?"

"I..." Chloe stammered, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the words, "I don't know."

"Then you don't." Beca swallowed thickly, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hands quickly, "Which is okay, you don't have to, you can't help it if you don't. And I don't want us to stop being friends Chlo, but... it's a little hard being around you one-on-one, and I think it's going to take some time for it to not be weird."

"Beca, you're my best friend..." Chloe sighed, wanting to hug Beca but knowing that this was absolutely not the time, "And I do love you like my best friend, I just don't think I'm in love with you... I'm sorry, I'm not gay, I wish I realised how much I'd been hurting you."

"It's okay." Beca shrugged, forcing a tight smile, "I um... I'm going to Holly's tonight so you can get settled, we can start Bella prep next week if you want?"

"You don't have to brush this under the rug Becs." Chloe frowned, shaking her head a little, "We can talk about this."

"No offense, but I really don't want to." Beca snorted a little, "Not tonight at least anyway. I just want to do a little underage drinking and makeout until I forget this whole conversation even happened."

"Okay." Chloe nodded, knowing better by now than to force Beca to have a conversation she wasn't ready to have, "But why don't you get Holly to come back, I can stay in a hotel until the other Bellas are back, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of me."

"It's fine." Beca ran a hand through her hair again, grabbing her satchel and jacket that she had dumped by the sofa when she and Holly had come in, "This whole thing kind of killed the vibe in here anyway. I'll um... I'll text you tomorrow or something. The Bellas will be really happy you're here again Chloe, they love performing with you. God knows what kind of mess I'd make of the choreo if you weren't here."

Chloe didn't say anything else as she watched Beca leave, wanting to run after her but not knowing what she'd say. What was there to say after that? After she had broken Beca's heart without even realising she had, after she had accidentally led her on for almost three years at this point, after she had been so insensitive to her feelings. How had she mess things up so badly?

She sank onto the couch with her head in her hands, heart heavy, a sick feeling in her stomach. Beca hated her now, resented her coming back to Barden when all she wanted to do was move on with her life. She'd had a point, Chloe was afraid of moving on after Barden, afraid of not having the safety net of the Bellas to catch her, but... what if being hurt only Beca more?

What was she supposed to do now?

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