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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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WE NEED A ETHAN X READER VALENTINES DAY FLUFF like Ethan delivers flowers to reader and it’s super cute and then she surprises him with something and she texts the girls of the friend group and they hangout and talk about ethan. Then maybe Ethan and reader go out to dinner and he proposes to her? It would just be super cute

Okay, I know there's only an hour left on the east coast for Valentine's Day, but FUCK i was so determined to get this done. I hope you like it:)

Perfectly Perfect - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This one is SUPER CUTE AND FLUFFY.

Part 2

Summary: Your boyfriend planned the best Valentine's Day ever.

Contains: Fluff, the occasional f-bomb.

A/N: I didn't think I was going to finish this, but I surprisingly got it done! Happy Valentine's Day, and if you don't have one, I volunteer as tribute. 💕

When you heard a knock on the door as you were snuggled up in your comforter, you didn’t want to answer it. You checked the time on your phone, seeing that it was only 7am. You put on your robe and walked to the front door of your apartment. You looked out the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, as you opened the door.

“I have major bed head and I’m in a robe, I’m sure I look super hot right now,” you joked, noticing he was holding something behind his back. “What do you have?”

You tried to reach around him, but he backed away.

“I’ll give this to you if you admit you’re beautiful,” he smirked, as you rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I’m beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said, pulling the bouquet of roses out from behind his back. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Aww babe, they’re perfect,” you smiled, pulling him into a hug. “Wait! I have something for you, too!”

You ran away from him to go upstairs and grab the gift you had for him. When you came back, you still had the roses in your hand but a box in the other.

“What did you do?” he asked as you handed him the box. He opened it to see the very expensive watch he’d been looking at for months. “Baby, this is too much.”

“You’ve been working so hard. I know you’re probably on your way to work right now…but you mean a lot to me,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss you.

“This is perfect, babe. Thank you,” he said, “But you’re right, I’m about to be late if I don’t leave right now. We’re still on for dinner, right?”

“Of course,” you said, leaning in the doorway.

“I love you,” he said, kissing you again before turning to walk away.

“I love you, too.”

You smiled as you closed the door, sliding down it, absolutely swooning over how sweet Ethan is. You smelled the roses, a silly smile on your face as you stood back up.

You searched for the right vase for it, dying to take a picture to send your friends.

As you sent the photo to the Tara and Mindy group chat, they were so excited for you.

Tara: Since you’re already up, you should shower and come over. I want to do your nails and everything before your date tonight.

You: That date is like, 12 hours away.

Tara: Don’t care. Hurry up.

You: Doesn’t Chad want to spend some time with you?

Tara: He’s going to work soon, but we’re going out after you leave for your date tonight.

You: Okay, see you soon.

You had a regular Monday through Friday job like Ethan, but he begged you to request the day off when you were both home for Christmas. He was hoping he’d get it off, too, but with a major work project being due at the end of the week, he knew there was no way. That’s when he asked Tara to take the day off. He had big plans, and he wanted her to help you get ready for them.

After you showered, you searched your room for something to wear to Tara’s, then the outfit for dinner later in the night. You gasped when you opened the closet, seeing a beautiful dress hanging up.

“How did he get this in here?” you asked yourself, pulling it out and seeing a note attached to it.

‘I wanted you to have something special to wear tonight. I was really hoping you wouldn’t check your closet…I might’ve broken into your apartment yesterday. I love you -E’

You laughed as you read the note. He knew you rarely checked your closet after a long day of work and just pulled a comfy pair of pajamas out of the dresser up against the wall in your room.

You took a picture of the dress and sent it to Tara.

You: What’s up with this?

Tara: Your boyfriend is taking you somewhere nice tonight. Don’t question it.

Tara: Why aren’t you here yet?

You: Getting dressed, be there soon

You decided on some leggings and a sweater, the temperature in February not being exactly the warmest in New York. You still couldn’t believe this was where you all decided to stay after graduating, but there’s so much to do, and you were all able to get decent jobs.

When you pulled up to Tara’s, you struggled to carry the dress, your purse, and the iced coffee you stopped to get on the way. She flung the door open, “This one’s for you,” you said, handing her one of the drinks.

“Are you crazy? What if you would’ve spilt this on the dress?!” She took the dress as well, making you huff.

“Sorry, I’m exhausted. I was planning on sleeping in today, so I binged a new show last night.”

“The coffee should wake you up, let’s go.”

“Seriously, it’s hours away,” you sighed, walking into the living room. “Jesus, are you doing my nails, or giving me a whole fucking makeover?”

You saw the stuff for nails, but you also saw stuff for hair, and so much makeup.

“I wanted us to have options. That’s why I needed you here so early,” she said, hanging the dress up on the opened closet door in the hallway. “So, Romeo showed up with roses for you this morning?” she asked as you flopped onto the couch.

“Yeah, he’s the best,” you smiled, the thought of Ethan making you instantly happy.

You heard the doorbell ring, as Tara went to answer it.

“Awh,” she said, taking flowers from the delivery guy. “Thank you!”

“Those are gorgeous!” you said from your spot on the couch as Tara stood there beaming.

“He just might get laid tonight,” she smirked, sitting the vase down on the counter. “Let’s do your nails!”

You sat there as she pushed your cuticles back and buffed your nails. “Which color do you think will look better with the dress?” she asked, handing you a store bag full of nail polish.

“Why did you buy so many?” you asked, pulling the bottles out and glancing over to the dress.

“Hey, I didn’t. This was all Ethan,” she said, as she continued to work. “He really loves you, ya know?”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky. We’ve been together for almost four years though. At this point, I think I’ll be his girlfriend forever,” you groaned, as Tara held in a laugh for how oblivious you were being.

“Hey, give him time. I know he’ll put a ring on that finger one day,” she said, before looking at the colors. “I think this one looks the best, what do you think?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too.”

After Tara finished your nails, Mindy and Anika showed up.

“Hey,” Anika said, pulling you into a hug.

“Hey, guys,” you smiled, happy to see them. “What are you two love birds doing for Valentine’s Day?”

“Well, we were thinking about matching piercings because tattoos are too cliché,” Mindy said, looking over to her girlfriend, “But our appointment isn’t for a few hours, so we wanted to stop by.”

“This is gorgeous!” Anika said, looking at the dress. “That boyfriend of yours has really gone all out today.”

“Yeah, I told him he didn’t have to go crazy with it. If I get to spend time with him, that’s all that matters.”

“That’s why he loves you so much. You don’t expect the world out of him, but he still wants to give it to you,” Tara said, pulling out her phone to order food. “What do you guys want to eat?”

You all decided on a local sandwich shop, not wanting to eat anything too crazy. The last thing you wanted was to feel more sluggish. As you sat at the table with your friends eating, you started to discuss your jobs, and how amazing it was that everyone stayed with their college sweetheart. Chad and Tara broke up once for a few weeks during junior year, but they missed each other too much. They’ve been going strong ever since.

“What time will Ethan get here?” Mindy asked, looking down at her phone.

“I think he said the reservation was for seven, but he’d pick me up from here at six.”

“We need to go to our appointment, but we’ll be back later,” Anika said, standing up.

“You guys should spend time with each other, you don’t have to help me get ready for this crazy dinner that Ethan’s probably going to spend way too much money on,” you said, as Mindy rolled her eyes.

“We have a date later tonight, and we’re leaving now to go do something together. We’ll be back.”

After they left, you checked your phone to see that it was almost two.

“I’m going to shower really quick, then we’ll do your makeup and hair,” Tara said, tossing you the tv remote.

“Seriously, take your time. I feel like you’re freaking out over nothing.”

When Tara made it upstairs, she pulled out her phone to see a text from Ethan.

Ethan: She doesn’t suspect anything, does she?

Tara: No, she has no idea.

Ethan: Perfect. I’m getting off a little early to pick up my suit and get everything ready. I need to run by the restaurant too, but I’ll be there by 6.

Tara: See you then

Tara was only gone for fifteen minutes before she joined you in the living room again.

“What are you watching?” she asked, sitting beside you.

“I don’t know, some cheesy dating show. That one wants to be with that one but she’s still in love with her ex,” you said, explaining what was going on.

“Sounds complicated,” she said, getting invested.

An hour had gone by before Tara jumped up. “Fuck, we still have stuff to do!”

The time it took for her to do your hair and makeup took almost two hours, because you were both still watching the show. She quickly hurried to do hers to get ready for her own date with Chad.

“Where are you two going tonight?” you asked, as she shrugged.

“Somewhere nice. That’s all I know.”

She was lying, thinking about Ethan’s plan. She knew exactly where she was going, and that she was probably going to be crying at the end of the night. She made a mental note to use the waterproof mascara that she used on you.

It was almost time for you to leave, so she helped you into the dress Ethan got for you. “You look beautiful!” she squealed, as you did a little spin for her.

“Yeah, he’s got good taste,” you smiled, before looking at her still in sweatpants. “What are you wearing tonight for your date?”

“Oh, it’s in the closet. I’ll change after Ethan gets here,” she said, when you heard a knock on the door.

Mindy and Anika walked in, showing off the matching rook piercings in their ears. They also had their hair and makeup done as well, but they were in normal clothes.

“I feel so overdressed,” you sighed, as Mindy smirked at Tara.

“Our outfits are in the car,” Anika said, when you heard another knock on the door.

Tara ran over to it, flinging the door open. Your heart pounded as you saw Ethan standing there in a suit that fit him very well.

“Wow,” was all he could say when he walked in and saw you. You ran up to him and hugged him.

“You look so handsome, babe.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now, but I don’t want to mess up the makeup,” he said, before Tara started to speak.

“It’s smudge-proof and long lasting, you can kiss her.”

He wasted no time, leaning down to place his lips on yours.

“You look beautiful,” he said, taking your hand in his. “We better go, I don’t want us to miss our reservation.”

“Bye, guys,” you said, waving.

They said their goodbyes as you walked towards the car. Ethan opened the door for you and shut it after you got inside. You heard a car pull up behind you, and noticed Ethan ran up to the driver’s side door.

“Fuck, Chad. I thought you weren’t going to make it in time,” Ethan said, taking the ring box from him.

“Sorry, dude. We’ll be there soon.”

Ethan slid the box in his pocket before jumping in the driver’s seat. You looked over to his hands on the wheel, noticing him wearing the watch.

“Aww, you’re wearing it,” you said, as he smiled.

“Oh, this? My best friend got it for me,” he said, focusing on driving.

When you made it to the restaurant, he gave the hostess his last name.

“Oh, the private room, right this way,” he said, leading you and Ethan through the restaurant. “We already have champagne for you, and we’re going to bring out water soon. No rush to order, take your time.”

You took in your surroundings, noticing an extra table in the otherwise ‘Private’ area, as the host called it.

“Ethan, baby, you didn’t have to do all this,” you said, feeling a little guilty that he’s probably spent a lot on the night.

“Tonight is special. Don’t feel bad,” he said, taking a sip of the champagne. “You should try yours, it’s so good.”

As the two of you sat and talked as you waited for your food, you saw people in your peripheral vision sit down at the table on the other side of the room. Ethan’s eyes stayed on you, though, because you were so invested in the conversation you were having. He didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that your friends were less than ten feet away.

After you finished eating, you saw Ethan glance over to the other table. Your eyes went wide as you looked over to see your friends, getting up to walk to the table.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, “You guys all look so nice.”

“This was all a part of Ethan’s plan,” Chad said, as you looked confused.

“Yeah, I think you should turn around,” Tara said, a huge smile on her face as a single tear slipped out.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you saw Ethan down on one knee holding a ring box in his hand. Your hands covered your mouth as your eyes started to water.

“Baby, you mean the world to me. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re the one I’m meant to spend my life with. You made every bad day good, and every good day even better. I love you so much, will you marry me?” he asked, his voice cracking as he spoke.

“Yes!” you said, stepping closer to him. He stood up to hold you in his arms as you both cried.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot,” he said, pulling the ring out of the box and sliding it onto your finger.

His hands went to your waist as he kissed you, as your hands were on his cheeks. Your friends were cheering in the background, all so excited for the two of you.

“Wait,” you said, pulling away and turning back to the other table. “You knew the whole time he was going to do this?!”

“I don’t know how you didn’t pick up on it,” Tara laughed, “But I’m happy I was able to help you get ready for today. And we’re all so happy we could be here tonight.”

“I wouldn’t want this to be any other way,” you said, hugging her. “Thank you.”

Chad high-fived Ethan, congratulating him as everyone talked amongst themselves.

“Hey babe?” Ethan asked, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I knew I wanted to marry you after the first year.”

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t want this any other way,” you smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream #ethan landry smut

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antiquarianfics · 10 months

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Timeless

Reader wonders how their life might have looked different in 1944, but they know they still would have loved Bucky Barnes.

Author's Note: I have not written fanfiction in years, merely lurking and reading. However, "Timeless" (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault) just screams Bucky x Reader to me. I had to come back. So, enjoy. :) Genre: Fluff Pairing: Bucky Barnes x G!N Reader WC: 725 words

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"What was it like?" You spoke hesitantly, choosing your words carefully as you break the comfortable silence where you and Bucky had been quietly looking at the antiques and knickknacks around the small store.

"What was what like?" Bucky looks down at you, eyebrow raised.

You nudge him with your shoulder.

"Hush, I was getting there," you laugh. "What was it like in the '40s?"

Bucky had told you plenty about his life both pre and post Winter Soldier; however, you still felt like asking again.

Bucky smiled softly, looking up and around the room. "It was hectic. We had just entered the war and everyone was panicking. I remember Ma and Becca were practically begging me not to enlist." He pauses, gathering his thoughts. His mother and sister were hard for him to talk about sometimes, so you grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"It was funny, though. After enlisting, I felt like I was on top of the world. I was proud to join, y'know? Think Ma and Becca were proud of me, too. Just scared."

"Understandable," you agree. You bite your lip, thinking. "Did enlisting get you a girlfriend?"

Bucky blows out air in a stifled laugh. "No, but it didn't hurt my game," he teases.

You roll your eyes before settling on an old photograph in a catch-all sort of box labeled "Photographs: 25¢ each." The photo was lying neatly on top of the others, practically calling you toward it like a siren to a sailor. You begin moving towards it, letting Bucky's hand fall out of your grasp as you go to pick it up.

"Why do you ask?" Bucky questions, coming up to stand behind you at the photo box. He gently slides his arms around your body, hugging you from behind, gazing at the photograph over your shoulder.

You hum. "I don't know; I guess all this old stuff just got me thinking."

Bucky stays silent, letting you pull your thoughts together.

"You think this would've been us?" You ask.

The photo you were drawn to was of a '30s couple smiling and laughing on the porch of their first home. You didn't know who these people were, obviously, but you recognized them as you and Bucky. It was a strange feeling, and you hoped Bucky would understand it, too.

"Oh, for sure. I woulda been crazy about you back then," Bucky smiles, imagining you in his time. "You in victory rolls, the long skirts, out dancing? God, you know I would've been talking you up."

You giggle, feeling flustered. "I would've married you, bought you a house, given you kids, whatever you wanted," he continues. "I would've had the prettiest person in all of space and time sending me off to war."

You frown slightly. "You know, for people who fight bad guys and aliens on a regular basis, I really don't like the idea of sending you off to war. It's too dangerous. You might fall off a train, or something."

Bucky laughs, poking you in the side. "Come on, now."

"No, seriously. I hate it. I pray every night that you'll come back unscathed when you go on missions with Sam, and... I just can't imagine having to rely on letters or not being able to just go with you," you take a breath, grounding yourself. You realize you're working yourself up.

"I would have, though."

"Would've what?"

"Relied on the letters. I would've read them every night, and write you just as much. Telling you not to be stupid and not die. I would've sat by the mailbox everyday just to get your letters and know you're alright."

Bucky grins. "I would've come back. For you."

"If you could've just gone back, don't you think you would have?"

"Nah," Bucky dismisses the thought. "If I hadn't fallen off that train, I'd be ancient or dead right now and I wouldn't have gotten to love you."

You set the photo back down in the box before turning around in Bucky's arms. You slide your arms around his neck and he lets his fall to your waist.

"I'm serious," he says when the two of you make eye contact. "What we got, Doll? It's timeless. I was gonna end up in your arms one way or another."

You lean up and kiss him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #marvel x reader #winter soldier x reader #reader insert #x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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tallymonster · 2 months

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Careless Whisper ❤️ AO3 link ❤️‍🔥

Summary: Zesstra is a stripper and she just got off work. She turns on her computer and watches a very steamy streamer.

THIS IS PURE SMUT TRASH, IT IS NOT SERIOUS. If you come to my asks being an asshole, your ass will get BLOCKED.

A/N: there's a lot of emojis and out of character speak going on here. Do not take anything written here seriously, this was done for fun. Consider this a love letter to my friends on the Astarion Brainrot discord and to the ones who let me use their Tavs in this wild idea I had one day when I got too stoned and started to write on Google docs. Might be a one off, might be a thing, who knows?? Either way, enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day 😘💕

@cursedhaglette who let me use Halia (goldengalhal)

@tragedybunny who let me use Sera (SeraQueen)

@micropoe10 who let me use Colette (EcoGirl)

@just-a-refrigerator who let me use Elora (slutty_songstress)

And @bhaalbaaby who let me use Penelope

Thanks guys, I love love love you all 💕

Zesstra flops onto her bed with her laptop and a giant glass of wine in her hand. Another shitty day at work, but what's new? Being a dancer at the Fae Cabaret wasn't the ideal thing, but fuck, if the money wasn't worth getting her ass slapped for 10$ extra dollars in her tip pile.

Today though, was the last straw. The creepy rich dude who comes by every once in a while came by tonight, and did his same bullshit. She could practically recite his opening line “Hey gorgeous, why the sour face?” followed by a stupid smarmy laugh.

Zesstra smiled, put on the fake giggle, and slapped his shoulder. Next, he buys her the cheapest mixed drink, and of course, he gets himself an expensive glass of whiskey he never finishes.

She tries her hardest not to roll her eyes after he makes some degrading comment about her coworker, grimacing while he rants about some meeting with important people she doesn't give two fucks about.

Whatever, that's all in the past now. Tonight was about Zesstra, of course. It's her blessed time off and she was going to spend it the only way she could truly enjoy it.

Zesstra turned on her computer and went through her socials. The public one for family and close friends, some messages from the girls at work, nothing too exciting.

Then she flips to the slutty socials, the ones where she can post pictures from work. She answers some messages on her pay per post site, adds more lewd photos from her various shopping sprees, and scrolls for a few minutes. Messages pour in offering her the world for a few seconds of her attention, but there's really only one place she wishes to be.

Zesstra thinks back on the one bright spot in her nights. A regular she only knows as “The Lawyer”. He's a good looking elf, perfect silver hair, gorgeous face, dazzling red eyes that lock onto her as she walks the floor of the club.

He usually doesn't say much, but when he does Zesstra swears she’s heard that silky voice somewhere before. She put that thought to the back of her mind. Tonight was about seeking her own pleasure.

Clicking through the streaming sites she visits on nights when the images of him won't leave, she finds that her favorite creator, an asmr streamer called ProfaneDelight, just began his stream. Zesstra clicks on his name and pops her headphones on. She drinks more of the wine, and closes her eyes as his voice begins to fill her ears.

“Good evening, darlings.” She watches as he enters the frame of the video, his tight red shirt and black pants hug his body. The camera is at the most unfortunate angle, since it won't allow her to see his whole face which she assumes matches the delicious sound of his voice.

“Have you been waiting all day for me?” He huffs softly, a small laugh follows, “What a good audience you are…” His breathy tone sends shivers down her spine.

Zesstra kept her eyes on the screen as his hands come up to the desk he stands behind. She notices the black leather gloves with red piping along the edges that cover his hands.

“You know I can't stand to be away from you.”, his voice drips, seductively. “I bet you think of me while you do the most boring things.”

Zesstra can't help keeping her eyes locked on his hands, she tries not to, but her mind starts to imagine The Lawyer’s hands there instead.

“Do you get excited when you see time passing by as I get closer to coming back to you?”

His right hand comes up to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing a couple of buttons. A breathy sigh followed his hand as it lowered itself down his torso. Zesstra bites her lip in anticipation, taking another slow sip from her wine.

Her eyes follow his hand as it comes to a stop at the waistline of his pants. The heat rises to her cheeks when she sees the outline of his cock as the gloved hand cups it.

A strained groan escapes his lips, she can already feel the effects of his seduction working on her body. Her cheeks are heating up just by watching these slow teases.

Zesstra swallows more wine, watching as he opens his shirt more. The pale skin of his core seemed to shine in what appears to be candlelight. The soft yellows of the light bathe his body, the shadows cast highlight the muscles that are slowly exposed.

“Ah ah aaahh” he teases, “if you want more…you know what to do, darlings.”

Zesstra smirks mischievously, the money she earned tonight would be put to great use right now. She types a quick message and before she could type it she hears the ping of a donation from someone called goldengalhal.

goldengalhal sent 20$ “Starting off right, love. There's more where that came from 😘”

Zesstra rolls her eyes and sends her 25$ donation, 5 more than whomever that is. Back on the screen she sees her name and message pop up.

TestyZesty sent 25$ “couldn't wait to come home, looks like I got here just in time…”

He laughs and begins to slide one of the gloves off near the microphone. The soft scratching sound of the fabric rubbing against his pale hand sent more shivers through Zesstra’s skin.

As the glove comes completely off his hand, he taps on the mic, Zesstra sighs contentedly and licks the wine off her lip. She notices his fingers, and does a double take. They look familiar? She pours the last bit of this bottle into her glass and leans back to watch more before jumping to conclusions.

“Looks like we have someone who came by at the right time…little TestyZesty…my dear, what are you so testy about? Anything I can help with?” His lips curl into a little smirk, “I hear I give wonderful stress relief…”

Zesstra shoots up on her bed, her wine swivels in the glass and almost spills due to her abrupt reaction. “No fuckin’ way.” her jaw drops and she begins to type her response. Suddenly, another donation pings, this time from a SeraQueen.

SeraQueen sent 50$ “I had a bad day at work, can I get a little love too 🥺”

“Of course, dear. Hope your day can improve now that you're here, my Queen.” he responds with all the sweet words they all love.

Zesstra scoffs, “Biiiiitttttch, please.” she giggles and sends her message. As soon as it pops up on screen, she hears his melodic voice begin to read it.

“Work, irl shit. Life sucks, then you die. You make it better though.” she sees a small smirk on his lips, Gods, she would kill to suck on those lips. “Oh, don't be so nice to me, Zesty…you make me want to be nice back..” He draws out the last bit of that sentence, making the hairs on her arms stand on end.

The second hand comes up and begins the same languid dance of slipping the matching glove off. Bit by bit he takes the glove off each finger, a soft moan flows out of those pretty pink lips when he finally releases his hand from the offending accessory.

He strokes the microphone with his fingers as more soft, breathy moans leave his lips. “You're all so eager to get me exposed aren't you? All these adorable messages just for me?”

“You have no idea…” Zesstra grabs the second bottle of wine that sat on her nightstand, she unscrews the top and drinks straight from the bottle. More images of her Lawyer pop into her head, but her mind decides to think of the way he ran his hands all over her when she took him into the private rooms at the back of the club a couple of nights ago.

No matter how many times she's been told not to let people touch her, she can't help letting him do it every time they're alone. He was paying for the whole experience, of course, but sometimes she wonders what they would get away with if she were the one paying him.

She snaps out of it the moment she hears another donation ping from an EcoGirl.

EcoGirl sent 150$ “do you like to garden? Because I have a hedge that needs tending 😏”

“Oh no, little love. I can't mess up these immaculate hands…then how would I be able to make these streams?” He giggles a bit and stands to remove his belt. It's like a little game of back and forth comments and donations from different people.

Among the many she notices a comment from a slutty_songstress “how do I get you to sing for me? bet you make wonderful sounds 👀”. He apparently noticed that one as well, he reads it out and huffs into the microphone.

“I don't usually do private performances…most of the time I’m the one getting the dance done for me…” A skewed smirk grows on his face, as if he's trying to play coy.

Zesstra’s mind begins to fire off with unhinged horny thoughts. She would do anything to give this man a dance he would never forget. People do love her aloof drow attitude, who’s to say he wouldn't?

Before she could stop herself, she drops another donation.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “what kind of dancing? Are you going to the ballet or stopping by the Cabaret? maybe I'll see you there? 😘”

Another cheeky comment, sure to get his attention. He laughs again, and bites his lip. “Well, I do enjoy both, but I do hold a special place in my heart for the girls at the Fae…have a few in mind actually.”

Within seconds the chat is flooded with questions on who the girls could be. Zesstra sees a few of her coworker’s names flash up on the screen, most notably, Penelope, the pink tiefling with a huge fan base, and Nym the other drow girl who worked part time at the strip club.

Some even mentioned Nym’s brother Sorm, but he had given up the cabaret after finding himself a job as a model after one of his regulars hit it big during Faerun Fashion Week.

Penelope and Nym are Zesstra’s friends and friendly competition. Most nights where the three of them work, they'll place bets on which one of them will get hit on first (Penelope), which one will get a four figure tip (Nym), and who can get the client the most drunk within 30 minutes (Zesstra).

She giggles as the comments keep flying, eventually, one commenter names her!

“Have you seen Zesstra?? She's kind of a bitch but total dommy mommy energy 🥵”

Zesstra cackles like a banshee, “That's right, babes, fear me!” She takes a long drink from the bottle, amused that someone out there thought of her.

Back on stream, the delightful treat in front of her sucks his lip and releases it with a pop, “Darlings, I will never kiss and tell, but I do know one of my little friends is here right now.”

Zesstra sputters into her wine glass, she cannot believe what she just heard! Is he trying to imply that he's a possible client of the Fae??? There's no way, he's probably talking about the ballet that her cousin Octavia is a part of. But then again, how many of those girls sit in their room after a performance and flick their bean to this shit?

She chuckles the thought out of her head, and focuses her attention on the screen. She starts to type a message when a donation pops up.

goldengalhal sent 200$ “I do ballet, maybe you’ve seen one of our performances? I'm the prima ballerina at the Gate’s Performance Hall.”

“Good for you, goldengal. I do appreciate the arts, and I do love dressing up for the occasion, but….there's just something about the girls at the Fae that gets me going…”

Zesstra’s brain short-circuits. “OH MY FUCKING GODS.” Could he be one of her regulars????

Another donation. EcoGirl sent 50$ “CAN WE GET BACK TO THE MATTERS AT HAND?? our boyfriend is still wearing a shirt. 👀”

Zesstra laughs and sends her donation, TestyZesty sent 69$ “i agree with EcoGirl, can we get back to these pressing matters? In particular, the rest of those buttons 😏” An amused chuckle comes out of his lips, he stands and Zesstra could see him lean in closer to the microphone.

His hand slides down his chest, following along the line of buttons at the front of his shirt. The almost hushed sounds flowed from his lips. A strained groan here and a breathy moan there. Zesstra’s skin prickles under his teases.

His hands linger on the buttons that hold his shirt closed, one by one he begins to slide his fingers over the closures, his pale skin becoming more visible by the second. More soft whines and moans fill Zesstra’s ears, the vibrations pooling down in her core.

He leans over and speaks directly into the camera “I hope you all are pleased with yourselves, I don't usually let you all have this much power over me, but I figured with it being Lover’s Night, I would give my little pets a treat.”

He blows a kiss to the camera and begins running his hand down his neck, slowly trailing his hand down his now exposed chest. A low groan, almost a growly noise flutters out of his throat as he pulls the rest of his shirt open. The red silky looking fabric hung off his shoulders as his hand lingered on his waistband.

“Shall I keep going, lovelies? What do you think?”

The messages fly on the left hand side of Zesstra’s laptop screen. One after the other they compete for his attention until another high donation drops.

Slutty_songstress sent 200$ “off with the shirt, please (respectfully)”

“Well, my songstress, since you asked so politely…” The last word is drawn out, he lets his shirt drop from his shoulders, his hand throws it off and palms his cock again. He sucks his lip into his mouth, Zesstra could see what looked like a fang pop out the right side.

More breathy moans fill her ears as she begins to remember earlier in her night, when her bright spot waltzed into the club. She watched as the Lawyer walked up to the bar, he leaned on the counter and began to text furiously. Zesstra didn't usually feel so flustered because of a client, but the way he looked at her was not usual of the other patrons.

When she walked up to him he looked straight at her eyes and smiled. “Hello, beautiful.” She smiles back and leans over the bar, letting her shoulders drop, pressing her upper arms together to puff out her chest. The little game of playing it cool failed under his gaze.

They talk for a while before she hears her name being called, at the same time he checks his watch and notices the time. “I’m late to a very important meeting. Looks like we have to part ways, gorgeous. Maybe next time, we can have some time together? Perhaps away from these prying eyes?”

Zesstra could never properly hear him, no thanks to the loud ass music Alfira played behind the DJ booth, but she was pretty good at reading lips by now.

He slips her a note and winks as she bends down seductively to shove the little scrap of paper inside her platform boot. The moment ruined by Nym, who comes to pull her up on stage. Soon after she finishes her set, she pulls the little note out and reads it.

Zesstra’s jaw drops and sees that it's a business card for one of the most elite law firms in Faerun. It was a plain white card with his name, Astarion, and number written on it. On the back there was a note that read “I helped you once before, don't hesitate to ask again.”

She had given him her landlord’s number when they were trying to pull some shady shit and not fix her leaky shower. One call from “her lawyer” and it was done.

Seems like this was her chance, and given the amount of alcohol she's drunk so far, Zesstra decides to text the number.

“Hey, Astarion. It's Zesstra. Pretty bold of you to give me a business card.” She hits send and throws her phone on the nightstand. She'll check it later, he was probably busy at that meeting he mentioned.

Back in her room, she snaps back to reality yet again when she hears the sound of hundreds of messages scrolling past. Apparently in the time that she was in her daydream, her streamer had already undone his pants! She scoffs and types out a message.

TestyZesty sent 123$ “Holy shit, I looked away for five seconds and you sluts got his pants open??”

Zesstra hears the sultry voice reading her message out loud with a little wince at the end, “I guess if you were paying attention, you wouldn't be surprised.”

Her throat feels dry, she clenches and swallows. “You're all so sweet, letting me ramble like this…I wish I could see your face when you let me do whatever I want to you.”

Zesstra was already extremely turned on from seeing her crush earlier and the way she could feel his eyes studying her reactions.

“Touch yourself. I know you want to.”

As if she was being compelled to, her hand begins to trail down her center, slipping into her tiny shorts. She feels her wetness coating her fingers, her body opening up under his commands.

“Be good for me, I could be really good for you…” he slips his pants down, and she hears them hit the ground. His hand moves up to his waist, pulling at the fabric of his skin tight boxers, his cock very clearly hardened by this point.

“Oh fuck…” she slips her shorts completely off, spreading her legs on both sides of the laptop sitting on her bed. Her left hand goes back to work herself open while the right is tugging her bra up to play with her nipple.

“Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want, darlings.”

Another flood of donations and messages ring out, Zesstra wishes they would all just shut up and enjoy the show, but it's all part of the game.

EcoGirl sent 100$ “pleeease, I need to see this man cuuuuummmmmmm 🥵”

“As you wish, dear. Any particular way? Or is it the dealer's choice?” his voice drops as a sharp exhale escapes with a pout, his muscles tense and release as he runs his hand over his cock.

“Tell me how you want me to.” a sigh, and a moan, “I really wanna come for you all, you've been so good to me tonight..”

Two donations come in at the same time, each opposes the other.

SeraQueen sent 350$ “love the teasing, keep going, we love anything you give us”

goldengalhal sent 420$ “fuck your hand. Let us see your cock leak.”

“Ooh, the war begins…So direct, goldengal, and sooo generous…thank you, love. I do like what SeraQueen adds though, maybe I can give both of my generous beauties a compromise?’

He runs his left hand down the front of his boxers more, his breath hitches and stutters. His fingers teasing the length of his cock. He pulls the camera and the microphone down a bit and flops into the chair behind him.

TestyZesty sent 422$ “you look comfy, just how I imagined when I think of riding you when I touch myself.”

Zesstra had to take her hand off her tit to type that, but she could tell it had an effect on him. As a stripper, she could pretty much tell when any of the patrons got too excited by the dance. This guy clearly loved the attention he got doing these streams in more ways than one.

He begins to pull his boxers down, teasing them all with how slowly he was inching the fabric off. As soon as his cock is freed, it bounces back, bobbing with a twitch. “Is this what you think about, Zesty?”

TestyZesty sent 100$ “ fuck yes. I want to milk you, you drive me crazy.”

A pleased hum that turns into a moan follows as he runs his hands up his thighs, digging his nails into his skin. Zesstra can see the red scratch marks grow bright against his pale skin. Gods, she would love to bite down and see how pretty he would look bruised with little love bites all over.

He wraps one hand around his cock, the other continues to work his way up his toned chest, tweaking a nipple as he begins to lazily stroke his cock.

TestyZesty sent 100$ “get yourself nice and hard, I wanna have a good image of you underneath me.”

“Let me give you a better image then, darling Zesty…”

Zesstra is rewarded with a louder moan, he strokes himself a little more, grabbing a bottle off camera with his other hand. He flips the top and drizzles what looks like lube all over his cock.

EcoGirl sent 50$ “yesyesyesyes get it nice and slick, daddy. I would suck you all day if you let me.”

SeraQueen sent 240$ “you have the prettiest cock, so thick too”

“Oh EcoGirl, you like it when daddy fucks his hand? Would you like it to be your cunt instead? Maybe you and Sera can share?”

Zesstra clenches around nothing, she can't take it anymore and reaches down to fully indulge in herself. She begins to circle her clit, stroking slowly, trying to imitate the movements of his hand on screen.

His hand now coated in a combination of lube and precum slides up and down his hardened length, the muscles on his thighs flex and he lets out more breathy moans. “Let's see who can get me to come all over their beautiful tits, I do love it when they're covered with my come, bouncing in my face.”

Zesstra strokes down her pussy, her slick entrance is so desperate to be filled by him, to be the only one bringing him pleasure. She lets herself wander to the place in her mind where Astarion is the one making her mewl underneath him.

goldengalhal sent 300$ “faster, I love it when you can tell how desperate you are to come.”

He huffs and does as he's told, his hands find their places on his cock and on his balls, both working in tandem to ruin him for the audience. With one hand he strokes himself more, building up speed. His other cups his balls as his fingers spread, moving down towards his frenulum. He arches his back, thrusting into his hand more desperately.

Zesstra wants him to cry out for her like this, she wants to be the one to make him feel as good as he does for her, all she can bare to think of is his cock sliding inside her, splitting her open and taking what he wanted.

Waves of pleasure crash into Zesstra as she watches him stroking his cock faster, she can see how everyone's words affect him. The way his chest stutters as he's getting closer to his own high. His hips thrust up into his soaked hand, seeking release, his breaths growing more ragged and strained.

Zesstra's fingering herself in time with his thrusts, she lets the images of Astarion flood back into her head, his hands all over her as she grinds herself onto him during her dances. She rubs the heel of her palm into her clit faster as she feels herself getting closer, the moans and breaths in her ears pushing her closer to the edge.

“That's right, come for me…let me fill you with my come, get you nice and full for me. Have my seed drip down your legs as you go about your day…” a stutter followed by a strained groan “fuck yourself faster, I want to feel you come for me.”

Zesstra feels herself winding up more, the tension ready to snap at any moment, when she hears his moans grow louder and more primal. He's desperate to come and she would do anything to get that to happen. She keeps her eyes locked into his hands.

With her free hand she sends the last donation she thinks she can type before the lust fully takes her.

TestyZesty sent 69$ “come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you come and coat your beautiful skin.”

“Yes darling… gods, I'm so close… are you gonna come too, Zesty? Come with me, sweet girl.”

As if on command, Zesstra can feel herself crossing over the precipice, her body writhes and clenches as her cunt squeezes down on her fingers. She rides her orgasm out as she hears him panting and whining.

“Yes yes fuck you're so tight and wet, I can't take it anymore, fuuuuck…” he twists his hand on the rise of his hand, giving the head a bit of a squeeze. He thrusts into his hand with little shallow movements, his fingers from his other hand grip on his balls as he fucks his hand.

His body is clenching, tensing up more and more as he pushes himself over the edge, his cock twitches as he comes. The thick liquid coats his hand as it drips down. His body shudders as he keeps fucking his hand through his climax.

His moans stutter and his hips tremble. His waist and stomach are coated with his come, an obscene display for such a composed subject.

“Looks like I gotta clean up here, darlings.” he pants with a small laugh, his breath shallow and chest heaving. “For my little messenger, I hope you liked it. Expect a response from me soon, pet. Good night, loves.”

The stream ends, Zesstra thinks that little sign off was strange, but everyone has their thing. As she's coming down from one of the best orgasms she's had, she hears her phone ring and notices that Astarion has actually texted back! His meeting must've just ended, perfect timing.

When she opens the message, she nearly dropped her phone from the whiplash from throwing her head back. As plain as her own red eyes could see, was a short text. “You were pretty bold tonight, yourself, testyzesty…” Zesstra gasps, her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “OH MY FUCKING GODS?!?!”

She immediately feels her hands trembling wildly. All she could think about was him, and it turns out that it was. Zesstra’s brain immediately blanks out when her phone rings again. “Did you mean what you said? Do you really want me like that?”

She quickly types a response and sent it back “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy.” his response reads, “Pretty easy to figure out it was you, not many girls mention seeing me at the Cabaret. Thought you were trying to drop a hint? Figured you recognized my voice from earlier?

Zesstra didn't even think about it, the club is so fucking loud, her mind races at the fact that now she knows that he definitely got off to her watching him. “Did you always know?”

“No.” he replies.

“So then…you meant to give me your phone number tonight?”

“Yes. Let's just say, you intrigued me. Besides, you're not the only one who has a public and private life. I was hoping to let you in on my little secret eventually, but it seems life had other plans for us.”

Zesstra cannot believe what's going on right now, her mind is racing through the hundreds of times he's come through the club. The sudden departures and strange late night meetings, it all makes sense now. There were never any meetings…well, not with other lawyers at least.

“So….what happens now? I know who you are, you know who I am…do we keep going down this path or do we split ways?”

“I think you're a rather curious little kitten, why don't we see how far down the rabbit hole we can go? I'll send you my address. Let me know what you decide on.”

Zesstra bolts out of bed, she puts on the skimpy dress that hangs on the bathroom door. She slips it on and gathers some things before running to the door. As she makes her way down the stairwell of her building, she gets his address. She bites her lip and replies “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #everyone is out of character #it is what it is #happy valentine's day

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kikiyoomis · 8 months

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you thought you knew skincare. you had some pretty bad acne in middle school which led you down the rabbit hole of trying out any and every product that was said to clear your skin. you've tried all sorts of cleansers, serums, toners, moisturizers, sunscreens... you name it.

and with your hard work, your skin has been pretty clear recently in adulthood. there are a couple of bad breakouts here and there but much better in comparison to your middle school years.

your boyfriend, on the other hand, was blessed with good genes (that you are seriously envious of). he could use dish soap as a cleanser and his skin would be clearer than yours on your best days. but the way that your boyfriend is, you know he would not be putting anything like dish soap anywhere near his face.

sakusa kiyoomi has a skincare routine that has a least seven steps on a regular night and twelve steps on a "special night." hell, he knew more than you when it came to skincare and he didn't even have the desperation that you had when it came to it.

the first ever time you went over to his apartment, roughly two years into your relationship, you were shocked to see the number of products that lined his medicine cabinet.

any skincare product type you can think of, he had it. he even had at least one backup per item in that medicine cabinet, even travel sized versions. some of them you recognized when you told him your own favourites. he seemed to like it too. it appears that this was his regime that he was going to go with for the next couple of years.

"why do you look surprised?" sakusa asks you. you don't know what to say. you've always been under the impression that he was just a basic cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen type of guy.

"i didn't expect you to have this many products," you confess, in awe that his collection somehow rivaled yours.

"it's just the basic necessities," sakusa shrugged, closing the medicine cabinet and taking your hand to lead you out of his bathroom.

"but i've seen your photos when you were in elementary school, middle school and high school. you've never had a single pimple, rough patch or anything in those!"

"i got a bit of acne when i first moved out," sakusa says. "i found out it was the new laundry detergent i was trying out that caused it. i tried anything i could get my hands on to get rid of it. luckily it didn't take long to figure it out," he continues. he sits on his bed and pats the spot next to him. you go to join him but he pulls your waist and has you sitting on his lap instead.

"now, i do it for self maintenance. it's very relaxing to do at the end of a long day," he says quietly as his arms wrap around your stomach, hugging your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"well you've seen my place, i have shelves upon shelves of products all because i can't seem to get rid of these stubborn pimples," you grumble.

"first of all, i always finish off whatever i have before starting a new one. all of yours are either half empty or barely used. it really bugs me how you don't bother finishing one before starting another," sakusa interjects.

"but how am i supposed to keep using it when it makes my skin worse?" sakusa presses a kiss to your cheek.

"then throw it out. i have more than enough money to buy you whatever skincare product you want. you can have the most expensive ones on the market if that's what you want."

"you know all of those luxury products are nothing more than a cream with perfume," you smile as you give him a kiss on the lips in return.

#haikyu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #msby sakusa #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x you #haikyuu x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa

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faeirtopia · 3 months

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ʚɞ ; arguments and reassurance!

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x gn!reader.

warnings! brief mentions of sexual activities.

arguments when it’s his fault go a little like this;

he had went to practice that morning without saying a single word to you which had upset you to the extreme since the argument from the night before had been his fault entirely but with that being said he thought about you all day long.

thought about how he treated you and how he didn’t give you the usual morning kiss(es), cuddles, or a few hugs that he usually did and bothered you about how much he is going to miss you while out.

blows up your phone with messages saying how much he misses you, loves you, needs you, and how sorry he is for being such a prick the night before and he will make it up to you he promises.

practice doesn’t go too well for him especially when all he can think about is you and what had happened last night and why it had happened.

he’ll take a few photos of himself during practice to send it to you, just another way of apologizing.

he knows that you love photos of him especially when he poses in certain ways and he just looks gorgeous. no photos of his are bad. not at all omg

when he comes back home from practice he immediately makes his way over to you and wraps his large body around you in a very loving way.

holds you close to him while apologizing and telling you how much he loves you and he never wants to argue with you again. he promises that.

will do his best to cook for you, clean a few things around the house for you, leave the house to buy you a few things from the store that you enjoy.

his apology leads to a few neck kisses that turn into sucking and biting and before you know it.. it leads into make up sex that the both of you enjoy just a bit too much. especially as he continues to apologize and tell you how much he loves you while making love to you in bed. anything for you he’ll do.

arguments when it’s your fault go a little like this;

you know that you did wrong and it hurt you a lot.

especially seeing his sad face and pout that you couldn’t get out of your head. he looked so sweet yet so adorable and it only made you more mad.

for you, even though it was your fault you wanted to be mad at him but you also needed to be mad at yourself for letting the argument get so ugly.

knowing his favorite meal and what dessert he’d like for afterwards, you made it for him so that when he got home from practice it would be ready.

you’d instantly apologize, knowing you were in the wrong and how awful you felt about upsetting him.

letting your arms wrap around his much larger body and he’d gladly accept because he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long but he did appreciate the apology and the meal you made for him.

it was definitely more than just a meal you’d give him because after dinner the dessert… was you. well, you did make a dessert for him but knowing how you made him feel and what had happened he did deserve a little more than just regular dessert.

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prismasnotebook · 9 months

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Heyy! <3

I LOVED your Nolan ( beast crew ) x reader and I kinda feel bad for asking but could you write another one ? Or maybe just a few relationship headcanons/ how you think the relationship would work ? ( you really don't have too)

Thanks - Anon

Nolan Hansen Boyfriend Headcanons

Small touches are his thing, really gentle and not super noticeable things- lightly running his hand up your arm when he passes you, very quick a light kisses to the temple when he stops to give your a hug from behind, briefly squeezing right above your knee when you sit down beside him, lightly running his thumb over the back of your ear when his arms lying on your chair back.

Cute intimate moments are often ruined by his jokes that turn into loud laughter and make the moments sweet in their own way.

So much teasing from Karl, not toward you per say but just dogging Nolan at any given second for how he feels about you. You can't even defend Nolan without putting yourself in Karl’s line of fire.

Becoming a human shield and debate settler between Nolan and his friends.

“You wouldn't shoot your future spouse would you?”

“Hey, that's not fair.” You’d have to choose between being mad that you're potential a nerf bullets next victim or commenting on the fact that Nolan’s half-pouty expression is quite cute.

Tucked away conversation, getting so caught up in talking to each other that you forget that other people are around until Nolan laughs so loudly at something you said it brings you back.

Teasing him when he blushes and watching as it gets worse and he continuously says to stop but the huge smile on his face says otherwise.

Pulls you into big hugs and squeeze you as hard as he can until he’s satisfied, sometimes it results in a sweet little moment, sometimes it result in him taking whatever might have been in your hand, and trying to get it back.

Will always make untrue statements a jokes about you to others and on camera to get you riled up, but talks so sweet about you when your alone and couldn't find a negative thing to say when people genuinely ask about you.

Starbucks run, letting you get whatever you want and talking you into trying new things. Talks about how your regular order is the worst and his the best just to mess with you, regardless of how he feels about it. Would do it even if you had the same regular order.

Could so easily talk him into taking any and all photos you wanted if you're a picture person.

Definitely has a embarrassing photo of you as his homescreen because he loves it even though you hate, keeps one of both of you doing stupid faces as his lockscreen because he’s got show you off to anyone that my grab his phone somehow.

Nolan is just so babyboy, say what you want

#x reader #nolan hansen #nolanhansen #karl jacobs #fluff #mrbeast crew #chris tyson #nolanhansen x reader #imagine #mrbeast imagines #headcanon

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soft-teddybear · 1 year

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ateez - gifts they’ll give their s/o

genre: fluff

cw: none that I’m aware

summary: Christmas special! What would ateez give to their s/o as a christmas present and why.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction made for entertainment and from my point of view of the members.

members under the cut.

seonghwa: thootless plushie.

he wanted to give you something to keep you company while he went away for his activities, but he wanted to be original and after thinking about it for long he finally got it: a toothless plushie with recording of his voice saying different things like i love you, stay safe, take care. seonghwa also made sure that the button was har to get while cuddling so it won’t scare you at nights if you press it by accident, he also got matching scarfs for the three of you so it could be part of your family.

hongjoong: personalised bag.

he would buy a bag of your favourite color and decorate it using things you loved: lyrics from your favourite songs, meaning full dates or things that remind you of special occasions or events in your life, everything to make it more you. for someone that didn’t know you most of i wouldn’t make sense, but you knew the meaning behaving everything and were surprised hongjoong knew you so well. the big was a big art piece of everything that represented and made your personality and it included things that hongjoong loved about you.

yunho: favourite drink gift card.

call it coffee, boba, regular tea, yunho know what you love to drink and that you drink it lots, so he thought of a gift card, but a normal one was boring so he went big. yunho got a membership card and added money to it, the equivalent of a drink for each week of the year, that way he could “invite” you for a drink even when he was away or busy whit his schedule. that isn’t stoping him from paying your drink every time you go out, no, he still pays saying that this way the gift could last longer.

yeosang: gaming set.

most specific a keyboard and headphones, you liked to play online video games with him when you couldn’t see each other, it was like a long distance date but your sent wasn’t the best and it caused problems. so yeosang helped you build your own gaming set by giving you part of it, on your favourite colours of course. that wasn’t the only reason thought, he wanted you to have a set that would also motivate you to do your school work and study and he loved your company while gaming so it was a win-win situation, a gift for the both of you.

san: matching jewellery.

he wanted to give you something to remind you of him even when he was away on tour or really busy to meet you, and he also wanted it to be discrete so he could use it on his daily life with out getting too much attention so a matching set of a necklace and a bracelet was. they has each other’s birth stone, so you’ll have san’s and san has yours, it was an expensive gift but he really didn’t cared because he wanted to feel you close and four you to feel the same but in a more discrete and fashionable way.

mingi: big coat.

it was an inner joke, you always steals his hoodies, jackets and coats because you “were cold” but in reality you just wanted to be hugged by his warm clothing full of his smell, so he bought you a big coat that matched most of your clothing, with a little extra gift inside a pocket: a bottle of his perfume. that way you could ad it to the coat or any other thing you wish that smelled like mingi. he made sure you knew you could still take his clothing but that he wanted to help you build your own style and maybe keep most of his coats to himself in the process.

wooyoung: photo album.

printed and decorated lots of pics of his favourite memories with you, all of them takes by him, the album was almost full of beautiful memories and had some empty spaces for you to fill them with your favourite. the decoration was so pretty too, some doodles, stickers, quotes and detailed that brought even more life to the images, they were really amazing and you almost cried while looking at it, because it was almost full because both wooyoung and you loved every single time you spend together, ben if it’s not really planed.

jongho: big teddy bear.

went extra because it’s dressed and smells like him. once you told him that you missed his cuddles, you were particularly needy that day so the statement came out dramatic, but jongho took note so when Christmas was near and he looked out for a teddy bear big enough to wear human clothing and bought him an outfit soft enough to cuddle with, he then spend lost of nights cuddling with the plushie and adding his perfume so it’ll smell just like him on the day he’ll give it to you. said day came and you cried a bit when you opened it because it was the most perfect gift.

n/a: Rosie Christmas gift, sorry if it’s a mess but i had to rewrite the whole thing besucase i lost the original and i was sad. thank you for supporting my work this year, it was really one of the highlight and it makes me really happy.

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anomaly-hivemind · 7 months

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Collar ID || collaring w/Yuri Briar x Afab! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 1609

Tags: dom! reader, POC reader,flogging, latex, cock stepping, groveling, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, degradation, praise kink, squirting

I was sitting in bed, bonnet on snuggly , with a can of fruit in hand. Watching some random comedy horror that I found on netflix. It was only to pass the time while I waited for my boyfriend. It was around the usual time that Yuri would be on his way home if nothing came up. I scroll a bit on my phone when I get a notification from Yuri.

“Gonna be a bit late coming home, I got a bit of paperwork I want to finish. “ The message read and I let out an annoyed sigh. I don’t feel like waiting for him to finish work because I know that just means he's not going to get home until I was long asleep. I smile, as a mischievous idea comes to mind.

I take my oversized top off, my naked breast getting the blunt of the cold air from this bedroom. I lay on my stomach and posed so that my butt was in the view of my camera. I push my tits together and set my timer so I can take a photo. When the picture was taken I sent it to Yuri.

“Can't wait for you my pet, I miss you ;]” I sent the message right after the photo and waited.

Read.

Wow this was my breaking point. He couldn’t even dignify my unadulterated sexyness with a whiny emoji or anything!

I dropped my phone on the bed and went to my closet. I pushed past my regular clothes to where all my lingerie was. Silk was soft, coquette, not the vibe I was looking for. Lace? No, no it still had an air of delicacy.

Here, perfect. Latex. I hadn’t worn this set before. I smirk as I slip into the snug latex body suit. The suit hugged my curves tightly, had a boob window, the back out and the crotch exposed. If anything, it was a shame, I didn’t wear it as often. I sent Yuri another photo this time in my bodysuit.

“I don't appreciate you leaving me to read ):( ” I text him, and again get left on read but faster this time. What the hell is he doing?

A few minutes pass and the house opens and an out of breath boyfriend walks into the house. Yuri walks over to me with a desperate look on his face, his strong grip on my shoulders.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Yuri dropped to his knees and kissed me on my neck.

“I’ll only give you a light punishment since you came home earlier than normal.” I kept a straight face even if his kisses felt good.

“You're still gonna punish me… but I came home early.” yuri whined as he tried to give me the puppy dog eyes. Too bad for him that shit hardly works on me.

“Maybe if you beg for my entire forgiveness I'll let you go.” I smirk, my words were a set up and I'm sure he knows it. But that doesn’t matter, he was going to do what I said anyway.

Yuri dropped to his knees in front of me, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my foot. A smile grows on my face as he does, I stare at his cute butt. He looked out at me and I could see the lust in his eyes. I moved down to sit on our bed, he started to kiss up from the ankle to my upper calf.

“Strip.” I lean over to a drawer beside the and up out a dog collar, my eyes never leaving Yuri. I watch with a smile as he slowly takes off his uniform. I clip the collar around his neck, the cold dog tags make his skin shiver. He was shirtless and was making his way out his pants. He was hunched over in his boxers, his erection twitching and was practically begging for my attention. I pressed my foot against his crotch, giving his cock a light shove. He let out a little whine that made my cunt throb. I tilt his chin up so that he is looking up at me.

“So do you have something to tell me, pet?” I hold his face in place, squishing his cheeks slightly.

“I’m sorry….”

“For?” my toes pinch his balls and he tenses up, the dog tags of his collar jigging as he moves.

“Leaving you on read?” I nod.

“And” I ran my hand through his hair.

“Always co-coming home late.”

“Good boy, What do you think I should do now? Forgive you or pushish you?” my smirk grew a bit as i already knew what my little freak would say.

“My love, please forgive me, I want to taste you” he shuffled a bit closer, pushing my foot harder against his weeping dick. He whimpered from the pressure but I wasn’t going to cave. I could feel his dick growing harder under my foot and pressed my hut down harder.

“You would like that wouldn't you.” I adjusted the strap of my latex bodysuit, loosening the strings so I could move it better as I pleased. I put more pressure on his cloth cock practically stepping on him and he groaned.

“Please, my love…” Yuri moaned breathlessly.

“No. You won’t tempt me, you seducer, and I’m sick that you keep trying to get out of your punishments.

“But-“

“Hush, Pet, now bend over. I’ve had enough of this disrespect.

Yuri gulped hard, “Yes ma’am,”

Yuri walked over to the storage drawers in the closet and pulled out. A leather flog, I rubber by thumb over the braided handle of the flog I make sure to pull him fully out of his boxers.

“Baby, please.” he pouts and holds back a whimper.

“You better keep count or I'm going to start over, nut i guess I slut like you would like that.” I swing the flog over his asscheek.

“One…” Yuri made sure to say through his yelp. We repeat this fourteen other times before I'm somewhat satisfied to stop. Yuri had hot adorable tears threatening to drop down his face, it would almost make me feel bad if I hadn't known how much he enjoyed this.

He had his tell-tell signs; like how his dick was pretty much begging to cum or how he tried to hold back moans and groans with each solid impact I made on his body.

“Okay now if you can make me cum I’ll forgive your little behavior,” I said, placing one hand on my hip and the other soothingly rubbing Yuri‘s ass.

“Yes ma’am,” Yuri said, straightening up.

I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs open to expose my glistening pussy. Yuri inches closer, I could feel his breath on my folds.

“Go ahead, I know a loose man like yourself is dying without your fix,” I said and without hesitation Yuri dived in.

His tongue runs a slow stride to my clit, he was savoring the taste as he let out a pleased murmur. He was slurping up my juices like he didn't drink anything in months. Lapping up my arousal like he was on a mission and knowing my lover boy, he definitely sees this as such. He was a military man after all, working for the police and such.

But none of that was really important right now. I was too busy feeling the great action of Yuri sliding his fingers into my wetness. The way he curled his digits against my walls, made me fall back onto the bed and let out a moan. He alway knew how to get me going, how to push me closer and near to the edge. I could feel him smirk against my cunt and I pulled his hair in a quick yank that made him moan.

Yuri starts to focus more on my clit, making sharp circles on the nub, and long sucks that make my toes curl. His fingers thrusted onto my spot and I let out a short cry, he was going to make me cum any second now.

The feeling was winding up in my core, a coil ready to snap at any moment.

“You’re such a good slut, isn't that right?” I asked, running my fingers through Yuri’s hair. He hummed, against my muff the soft vibrations traveling through the mound of flesh..

As Yuri’s fingers stroked my g-spot and he sucked on my clit, something finally snapped. Warm fluid gushed from my pussy making a mess on Yuri’s face but like a good pet he lapped it up, and licked off what ran down my folds. My hips bucked from the sensitivity of having just cum, into the air and subsequently against Yuri’s face.

“Fuck. That was good.” I said breathlessly, my body sliding down so I was laying down more than sitting up.

“Does that mean all is forgiven… Ma’am” Yuri asked with his pathetic boy slut face.

“Fine, I forgive you now. But if you do that shit again I'll come up with a way harsher punishment. Understand. “ I said sternly even if I was a bit out of breath my point came across the way it was supposed to be and that's all that mattered.

“Yes ma'am.” he nods and licks his lips off my juices.

“Good now, come up here, I want to cuddle.” I pull him into a hug as soon as he gets close enough to fall into my grasp.

#anime #spy family #spy x family #yuri #yuri briar #yuri x reader #yuri briar x reader #smut #yuri briar smut #spy family smut #spy x family smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow?????

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable…

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good??

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!!

Here we just both had the zoomies

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

#the last kingdom #arnas fedaravicius #alexander dreymon #mark rowley #finan #sihtric #uhtred

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trashland-llamas · 11 months

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Howdy

synopsis; 3 separate meet-cutes involving fem! reader + soap, ghost, & gaz

they/them pronouns used for reader; fem reader

f/a/d-favorite alcoholic drink; can switch it out for soda or water if you don't drink

Before He Cheats - Soap

Catches y/n in the act of slashing their ex's tires after finding out their partner was cheating on them with one of the other regulars

'You do realize insurance will most likely cover that if you slash all of 'em right?' Unable to hide his amusement at the 'deer-in-the-headlight' stare they gave him. 'Stop while I'm ahead, got it.'

'Not that it's any of my business but what's the story behind all this?' This being the smashed headlight, and carved leather seats. Smart enough not to sign their work. A discarded Louisville slugger.

'My boyfriend always told me he was watching the game with his buddies, turns out he's been seeing someone on the side.' Noting the shock in their voice, surprised at their ex's audacity. Accent more prominent.

'He's one stupid man, losing someone like you. Name's Soap, in case we meet again.' He didn't know when his next deployment would be, but he hoped the fates would make them cross paths again before then.

'Y/n, if I don't end up in prison first.' Not caring enough at the moment to ask what kind of name is Soap. Especially when the person looked so ruggedly handsome. Y/n started picking up all their stuff, finding a phone number scrawled on the bat.

'Call me when you get a chance jailbird.'

Die A Happy Man - Ghost

Price had tried setting Ghost up on a blind date, being a regular at y/n's shop, he had overheard them moping about how single they were. With their permission, he gave Ghost their number. 'Simon, you deserve love as much as the rest of us. Plus if it weren't for Gaz and Soap, you'd be a literal caveman. Think about it, okay?'

Ghost randomly texts them one night when he gets back from a mission, just wanting someone to talk to. 'Price gave me this number.' is his blunt opening line. 'And who am I speaking to?' Glad he had type it in correctly. 'Simon.'

It's only until a week later of semi-consistent back and forth messages that Simon asks them out. 'I'll pick you up at 7pm, wear something nice.' Breathing out a laugh at their response. 'At least send me a photo so I know who to look for.'

'Charming.' He sent a masked selfie, holding up his driver's license.

Ghost forgets out to breath when y/n's walking out the door to meet him, a red dress hugging all their curves. 'You're gonna catch flies, Simon.' Hearing how his name rolls off y/n's tongue doesn't help.

'You don't look too bad yourself.' y/n compliments Ghost as they buckle up. A navy blue button up with some black jeans. A chain holding dog tags showing from the few buttons left undone at the top.

Simon ends up having a panic attack on their second date when y/n shows up in a little black dress. It turns into a funny story as y/n was scared shitless, not knowing what to do.

Party in the USA - Gaz

'Oh my god, I'm so sorry!' Gaz had barely budged from the force. He appreciated the apology despite how little he cared for the shirt. Opening his shirt to reveal a v-neck shirt underneath. 'No fuss. Can I buy you a replacement drink?'

Nodding, they told him that is was a f/a/d. Buying a shot for himself, he looked y/n up and down. 'I'm guessing you didn't get the memo?' His tone lighthearted, a teasing quality to it. Gaz was referring to how out of place they looked, no name brands in sight. It was rather refreshing if he was honest. 'What gave it away?'

'Oh, I don't know, maybe the boots. Or the country bumpkin vibes plus the attractive accent.' His response making y/n wonder if it was the liquid courage or if he was always this lofty. 'You think my accent's hot?' Hook, line, and sinker. 'Oh, I think it's divine. Name's Kyle.' Y/n being the forward one now, invited Gaz to the dance floor.

Laughing when Britney Spear's 'If U Seek Amy' played over the speakers, them poorly singing along. Off in their own world that Gaz was the only one privy to see. Unsure if he could call their movements dancing. Not that he was any better as he was glad to have a partner.

Scoring some point in the gentleman category, Gaz offered to drive y/n home, when they were hit with butterflies in their stomach. Grabbing his phone, Gaz watched as they type in their phone number. 'So you can text me that you got home okay.' Unable to deny how his heart softened. 'Awfully kind of you, but I will.' Trying his best to reassure them, not wanting to instill any worry.

'Home safe and in one piece.' Finally seeing their name, whispers to himself, 'y/n, a pretty name for a pretty gal.'

Refuses to call them anything other than 'country bumpkin,' to the point even his colleagues know them as that.

#cod #call of duty #x fem reader #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #meet cute #songfic #Spotify

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Safe and Sound: Part 3.5 Filler Chapter

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader slow burn

TW:allusions to abuse, fluff, this is pretty tame tbh

Summary: Things start closing in on you and hiding the truth from Bradley is proving more and more difficult.

Word count: like 700

A/N: there’s no real progress in this part, it’s mosntly just a filler to lead into the rest of the story and provide a little time skip and context. The next chapter will start digging into the plot a little more. Also the Taglists are getting difficult to manage so if I forget you, I’m sorry.

Over the next couple of months, Bradley sleeping over becomes a regular occurrence. It's not unusual for him to show up on your doorstep with flowers and your favorite candy, ready to watch movies until you start to doze off. He even bought matching pajamas and a healing crystal to ward off nightmares.

Whether it's the newest addition to your nightstand or the warm burly man in your bed, you don’t know. But the nightmares are becoming less frequent and easier to wake up from when they do occur. Bradley never mentions that first night again and you’re grateful. There’s an unspoken understanding that he knows what the dream was about, and you’re grateful he doesn’t try to dig for details.

During the day you’ve been busying yourself with work, picking up extra shifts whenever they’re available, and hanging out with the Daggers when you’re able. They’ve accepted you into the group with ease, and you’re happy to have found your own little family.

They’ve all got a running bet on how long it’ll be before you and Bradley become official, noticing how he never seems to be more than a few feet away from you. They don’t miss the way you search for him when something happens or the way he keeps a protective arm wrapped around you whenever you’re within reach.

None of them know the truth about why you moved here, Bradley being the only one you’ve let close enough to get a glimpse into your past. Despite how close you’ve grown, even he doesn’t know a fraction of the whole story. But he knows enough to change the subject whenever someone starts trying to get more information.

He’s well aware of the way your breathing speeds up and your eyes gloss over when people poke into your past, and he’s gone as far as telling the rest of the group not to bring it up. It became more difficult to ignore when you freaked out on Jake one night.

You’re laughing loudly with Bradley and Natasha while sipping on your second cocktail when Jake's voice rings out.

“Okay, smile everybody!” He’s holding his phone out and you grin widely without giving it a second thought. He makes a comment about posting the picture to Instagram and your eyes widen.

“No!” You shout and everyone stops to look at you.

“Don’t worry, you look fine.” He jokes but you don’t laugh. You lunge for the phone in a panic and Jake frowns.

“Don’t post that Jake, I’m serious!” You beg on the verge of tears. The blonde pilot glances at Bradley who seems equally confused at your reaction. He nods his head slowly and puts his phone away.

“Okay, I won’t post it anywhere. I promise.” He says cautiously, but it's too late. You’re breathing rapidly and your eyes are frenzied. You feel arms wrap around you and fight against the person frantically.

“Hey, hey, it's just me sweetheart. Let's go outside.” He suggests and you choke on a sob as he carries you out the front door. The rest of the team look at each other, confusion and concern written clearly on their features.

Once Bradley gets you outside, you collapse into his arms as wails tear from your throat. He knows it's not the right time, but he can’t go on seeing you like this without knowing why.

“Why can’t he post a photo of you?” He whispers and you shake your head.

“Honey you’re going to have to open up at some point.” He sighs and you only cry harder. He hugs you tighter and you try your best to respond.

“No one can know where I am.” You gasp and the pieces click together. You don’t want someone to find the photo and use it to track you down. At this point, Bradley isn’t sure if you’re running from someone or something you’ve done.

“Okay, you’re safe.” He murmurs while rocking you back and forth until you’ve calmed down.

The conversation doesn’t go further than that but you know you’re not going to be able to keep your secrets for much longer.

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veraghost · 2 years

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Hello is it ok if I can please request a kuroo x fem reader where it’s basically a model running into a famous twitch streamer and they become friends but the streamers fans have noticed too much sexual tension for them to be just friends

tehe why do i love this so much?? like kenma would 100% be the kind of person to silently hit on a girl and all that! but would b like super hush-hush abt it until he got called out.

streamer + photographer!kenma x upcoming female model!reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"i'd like to give you someone's card, my - friend - has a new fashion company and he's been looking for new models. i think you'd be the perfect fit for his vision." kenma explains to you. minutes ago he has walked up to you and asked to take some photos of you modelling, simply because it's a pass-time for him and he's been needing some sort of inspiration for his next project.

you, on the other hand, had been completely stunned, not only will this be one of your biggest individual gigs since you started your modelling career, but you are also meeting the kenma kozume, one of the most popular twitch streamers recently. a few beats pass before you finally answer with a meek "absolutely i'd like to" before he hands you the business card.

"can i ask a few questions over a coffee? this will be my first modelling gig for a company and i'd like to know more about your friends vision before i start." you ask him, when he follows you to the coffee shop, you assume he's agreeing to answer your questions.

when you part, all of your questions and concerns have been answered and you both part with a hug - one you didn't plan until you realized this was really happening - with a quick "thank you" in his ear. you both bid goodbye to each other and you return back to your studio apartment.

contacting mr. haiba hadn't been difficult, his secretary answering the phone, and getting all your personal information before the phone gets passed to him. he quickly explains the details and makes sure you understand everything throughly, before setting a date for the photoshoot and making sure everything will work out for both of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

when you arrived at your photoshoot, you weren't expecting to see kenma sitting behind the camera, on a barstool. walking over to him with a confused expression, he waves at you and bids you over to his chair.

"other than streaming, photography has been my passion after high school, when lev told me about his business, i reluctantly agreed to be his photographer in my spare time," he explains, you're honestly quite thankful for his presence. although you haven't spent much time with him - other than the coffee shop - he calms you down a little.

thanks to your understanding and his instructions, the photoshoot goes well, almost perfectly, and in no time you are changing back into your regular attire before heading out. kenma is sitting outside, almost like he's waiting for you to join him.

"y/n! i have a proposition for you!" he says - louder than you expected - across the entrance of the agency. "i'd like you to come over to my place, i'm going to stream later today and do a bit of free advertising for lev's new company, and i'd like for you to be there to speak on it aswell." he says - and how could you possibly refuse going to his house? with his popularity and status, this could give you something big.

"sure, i'd love to see your place honestly, maybe give me a little inspiration for my own apartment. plus, i'd love to see what your community is like online." you agree, taking his hand while he leads you to his - rather expensive - car.

hours pass at kenma's talking, eating, even flirting? maybe he's just a really kind guy once he get's comfortable, no, that can't be because he got your favourite food even though it's expensive. you find so many reasons why he could be interested in you, but he's rich and can afford things you could only dream of, he's just showing you a good time. at least that's what you tell yourself.

by the time evening rolls around, kenma is in his gaming chair, getting ready to stream and greet his fans before starting up whatever game they're playing tonight. you on the other hand, have taken a rather rigid seat on kenma's bed, feeling very out of place. this is his space you say to yourself, not knowing how to act.

"don't be afraid to make yourself comfortable, i did invite you over, i don't want you to feel awkward when you shouldn't be." he tells you, making eye contact with you, looking over his shoulder and examining you. "you look cold, look - you're even shivering. go into the top drawer of my dresser and take something, i can wash it if you don't feel comfortable bringing it home." he instructs you, waving a hand at his dresser.

"o- okay, is there any you don't want me to wear?" you ask him, sifting through the drawer to find something you like, settling on a red hoodie. "nope, anything would look good on you." he whisper to himself before getting ready to press the "live" button.

"what was that? sorry i didn't hear you"

"nothing, don't worry about it"

watching kenma game is almost mesmerizing, his hands moving quickly across the keyboard, his eyes scanning his monitor so quickly you can't focus on them. and the amount of tips and messages he's getting about his skill and about how much the fans love him is endearing to say the least.

"guys there's no way kenma and the girl behind him aren't dating, she's even wearing his merch" a tip reads, the bot speaking for the donator. kenma and you both flash red, an aggressive blush coats both your cheeks. and to say the chat does wild with guesses is an understatement, you can't even read the messages because they're moving to quickly for your eyes to decipher what they say.

"trust me guys, we're not dating, if we were i wouldn't be streaming right now." he says suggestively, making your blush grow further, coating you ears and your chest in a light pink. "get off stream then" you say in retaliation.

and how could he resist your request?

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i hope you enjoyed!! i wrote this on my lunch break so i'm sorry if it seems rushed or there's errors. i just had this idea during class and needed to get it out immediately

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want nothing more than to be back at home again - anthony beauvillier

series: into moonlight

summary: another hockey day, another hockey trade.

word count: 1,204

Maggie wasn’t expecting the hardest part of a trade to be Tito being in New York but staying in a hotel room in Manhattan.

He’d left their apartment to meet the Canucks for the first time, two large suitcases in tow, and Maggie sat on the couch expecting him to be home after practice for a nap. What she got—and what they’d talked about—was a quick phone call as he was crawling into bed. Although, that definitely added to her confusion because roadie naps were usually preceded by a text, not a call.

Nothing was making sense.

Just as she would for any road game when she had free time, Maggie curled herself up on the couch. Only, the Islanders hoodie she was wearing suddenly felt traitorous. She’d seen the photos of him in a Canucks jersey and knew that he was wearing the number 72 again and yet it took her a moment to find him on the ice whenever the commentators said his name; years of watching him meant she was eventually about to find him just by the way he skated at least.

That paled in comparison, though, to walking into UBS Arena and walking down towards the ice, not up to the family box as she usually did. Cheyenne had been mortified at the idea that Maggie would even think she wasn’t allowed in the family box, and Grace had followed it up with a phone call to really make sure she knew. She still sat in the seat she’d paid a couple of hundred dollars for at the last minute.

It was poetic, maybe, watching both Tito and Bo Horvat score their first goals against their old teams in their first head-to-head game since the trade. Maggie mostly just sat quietly and tried not to draw too much attention to herself whenever the Canucks scored—at the end of the day, she wanted Tito to score and his team to win more than she wanted anything else out of a hockey game.

Weirder still—and Maggie did not know how it kept getting weirder—was walking into the depths of UBS Arena. Lou Lamoriello was a man of many rules and one that Maggie had never dared break was family not being allowed to wait outside the locker room, he couldn’t stop her from hanging outside the visitor’s locker room, though.

She’d still made Tito ask permission first.

“Lou would lose his mind if he knew you were down here.”

Mat was walking towards her, hair wet and demeanour far more jovial than she would have expected after such a close loss, and Maggie hugged him.

“Lou can kiss my ass after what he’s done.”

“Vancouver’s a great city,” Mat told her earnestly. “Tito sent me the place the Canucks found for him—it looks pretty great.”

“It all looks amazing,” Maggie agreed, though her shoulders lifted in an uncertain shrug. “No idea when I’m going to be able to get there, but I am looking forward to it.”

Maggie listened to Mat’s tales of Vancouver, of all the places he thought she should go when she got there—from the regular touristy things like Capilano to the places in Coquitlam he still visited every summer when he went home. He, again, offered up his bedroom at his parents’ house if they ever needed it even if Coquitlam wasn’t far from Vancouver, and mentioned multiple times that if Maggie wanted a friend, he would happily re-introduce her to his sister.

She sighed, deep and heavy, “I hadn’t even thought about the friend thing. I got a nice message from one of the WAGs on Instagram with her phone number. Lexie Demko?”

“It’s good that someone did. I think the captain’s wife normally would but—”

“We’re trading places, yeah.”

The Canucks players had started to leave during their conversation, slowly trickling out. Some of them greeted Mat briefly but nobody stopped for a proper chat—none of them knew who Maggie was either, so they didn’t stop to introduce themselves. She wasn’t upset by it; in fact, she was more relieved with every one of them that past because it was one less person she may have to talk to that night.

Tito finally emerged and Maggie didn’t think she’d ever been more relieved to see him. She folded herself into him as soon as he was by her side and felt her body sag with a release of tension. It had been a matter of days since she’d seen him yet it had felt longer than every road trip he’d ever been on.

She stayed close to him through his conversation with Mat and some quick introductions to some of his new teammates, faces and names she knew separately but could now put together.

Mat left not long after, leaving Maggie and Tito standing in the nearly deserted corridor.

Maggie frowned at him, saying, “It’s going to be easier when you’re actually in Vancouver and not half an hour away in Manhattan.”

“I have permission to come home tonight,” he revealed, already visibly bracing for Maggie to launch herself at him. She had the awareness to not wrap her legs around his waist, instead keeping them on the ground as she clutched him as close as humanly possible.

Leaving the Island was hard. It was the only place she knew to be home and, quite frankly, leaving it wasn’t a possibility she had considered beyond a surface level thought.

She watched impatiently as their belongings were loaded into boxes and then into a moving truck; she had Peyton on FaceTime from California who was, not for the first time, talking Maggie through the moving process. Peyton had moved to California with her non-hockey playing boyfriend in the summer of 2022, so at least Maggie wasn’t also having to say goodbye to her.

It was a home they’d made together and, to be quite frank, she wasn’t totally enthused about moving into an apartment in Vancouver, no matter how nice it was.

Still, she packed up their house, didn’t cry as much as she thought she would, and hopped on a plane with a large suitcase to get her through the wait while the movers drove straight across the entire continent.

Vancouver is undeniably beautiful from the air, Maggie recognised as she stared out the window over the mountains and the water; nicer to look at than the view coming into either JFK or La Guardia.

In an ideal world, Tito would have met Maggie at the airport. In the real world, he had morning skate and a game against the Flyers that evening. Their schedules lined up enough, though, that he was back from practice and waiting in their new home when she called him from the street.

Seeing Tito, even after just a week, had a relieved smile growing on Maggie’s face.

“I’ve never missed you so much,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing onto her toes to kiss him—it wasn’t particularly passionate or desperate, they were both just happy to be together.

“It’s been weird,” he agreed. “Do you want to see our new home?”

“Lead the way, babe.”

thanks to shelb ( @matthewtkachuk ) for her feedback of more. she didn't win.

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