#i stay wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts

[gayvampyr]

im definitely cool enough to be more camp than i am so idk what my problem is

#it’s probably the chronic illness #i stay wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

#911 on abc #bucktommy #kinley #kinkley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #answered #ficlets #my writing #anonymous #911 spoilers #please im actually dying of how soft this is #also i now headcanon that tommy owns a dog #and his name is hercules #and hes an elderly greyhound who used to be a racing dog #thats just what it is now #thanks so much for sending me this prompt 🥺 #also these keep getting so much longer lmao #the feelings are just too intense now #long post

[wcters]

𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris with a girlfriend who is obsessed with naps/naps all the time

warnings/notes: established relationships, i love naps, my favourite things

- you love naps, you’re obsessed

- always down for one

- you can nap anytime, anywhere

- cars, planes, beds, couches, you name it

- you probably have an iron deficiency

- #hot girl shit

- you can and will fall asleep in the most uncomfortable positions and in any positions really: crisscross, curled up, head leaning on your knees, on your back, starfish, etc

- you could call yourself an expert 💅💅

- you look two ways when you’re sleeping: peaceful . . . or a victorian child dying on the plague

- that tiktok trend? that’s you, and you own it

- and chris had definitely posted you to that

- if not him, either nick or matt

- you also look like that polar bear waking from hibernation when you wake up

- or you went through a tornado

- dorothy from the wizard of oz who?

- so many pictures and clips of you alseep in the background of a video, tiktok, livestream, etc

- the triplets were filming a walk though of the tour bus and you’re just fast asleep in chris’s bunk wrapped in your blanket

- a lot of your friends bereals are you sleeping

- have a humidifier in your room at your house/apartment

- sleep with rain sounds on

- a shit ton of stuffed animals

- and that will be the same for chris’s bed

- they’ll take up most of the space on the bed and he will have a leg hanging off

- you refuse to take them off unless he begs

- you feel bad 😭😭 they’re you kids, you have to care for them

- spend a lot of money on stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets

- comfy fit 24/7

- uggs, sweatshirts, sweatpants, like a living and breathing fresh love ad

- everyone’s jealous

- chris loves you for it, but also dislikes it sometimes because it’s his clothes and he’ll want to wear them

- slippers 24/7

- naps with him!

- most cuddle sessions will end up as nap sessions

- or you alseep on top of him while chris is stuck sessions

- he says he hates it (he secretly loves it)

- a lot of the time even watching movies or hanging out will end up with you alseep in his lap because he likes to run his fingers through your hair (if it won’t mess it up and it’s not styled, scalp if he can) and your skin

- will carry you to bed

- you always wake up disoriented and covered in marks from the bedsheets pressing into you (signs of a good nap)

- you react to the word nap like a dog does to the word treat

- always excited for bed

- definition of snug as a bug in a rug

- you were an avid after school napper

- one of the only consistent things in your life

- you’re fighting a literal WAR between two and five pm to stay awake

- you fully expect (and deserve) a medal for staying awake 🏅🏅

- and you’re grumpy if you don’t have one. you were rude? you were acting like a bitch? didn’t have your nap.

- someone comments on how you sleep to much? immediately dislike

- like sis . . . what’s it to you?

- unless it’s a health concern, and even then, mouth. shut.

- if you’re sick, you’re napping/sleeping even more than you already do

- you’re the first one asleep at all nighters

- nick jokes that you might love sleeping more than you love chris

- . . . don’t tell him that.

- just kidding! . . .

- some of your favourite tiktoks are the ones where you get to choose where you’re sleeping

- you sleep talk sometimes (mostly gibberish) but not a lot, maybe like once or twice a month

- but you absolutely have had full on conversations with people and your answers make sense, and you will not remember them at all

- “hey, do you remember when i told you about that idea i had?” “no, when was this?” “last night.” “oh.”

- NAPS WITH TREVOR

- that dog lovesss you

- and loves taking naps with you

- will also nap with you in the car if you’re going on a road trip with chris and his family

- you love the feeling of his weight in your lap

- you’re a MENACE to wake up

- there have been times where chris just gives up and let’s you sleep if it’s not important because it’s taken him too long (he also gets lazy)

- a lot of the time it’s on their couch because you love their couch

- it’s so comfy, you’re favourite thing

- PISSED if you’re woken up by something stupid

- like one of the boys will make a loud noise and then they’ll all stand there like ‘oh shit’

- if you wake up and chris isn’t with you but he’s in the house, you’ll make a beeline to him and just hug him

- probably fall asleep in his arms standing up

#emma writes #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #x reader #x fem!reader #imagine #preferences #youtube preferences #youtube #youtuber

[girlgenius1111]

matching injuries, matching fits

part 2 of acl tear #2 acl couple #4

surgery day for reader!

If there was one thing you were grateful for, it's that the surgery was outpatient. You hated hospitals, so at least you wouldn't be stuck in one for any longer than necessary.

Accompanying Leah for her surgery just a few months ago didn't help settle your nerves. You remembered more than she did how much pain she'd been in, and it scared the hell out of you. Leah had handled her surgery so well though; she never complained. She was frustrated, sure, but Leah was good at handling pain.

Your relationship was so new, and you didn't want to seem like a baby, so you tried to hide how nervous you were going into it. Apparently you weren't doing a very good job.

"Are you nervous, darling?" Leah asked, looking over at you from the driver's seat. You just shrugged in response, continuing to bounce your good knee up and down rapidly. She reached across the center console, intertwining her fingers with yours. You sent her a weak smile, and she returned it, much more enthusiastically. You remained silent all the way to the hospital, and through the prep. Leah was growing more concerned, watching you grow paler and paler as the clock ticked by. You were so in your head, she could practically hear you thinking.

"Hey, love," she said, gaining your attention. "It's gonna be fine, okay? They do this every day, and I'm gonna be right here when you come out, alright?"

"Yeah, I know. Sorry," you said, blinking back tears. She stood from the chair she was sitting in, walking over to the bed you were laying in. She leaned down, blonde hair falling into your face, wrapping you in a tight hug, as best she could from her position. You hugged her back tightly, burying your face in her sweatshirt, the feel of it on your face making you feel better.

Leah had come home yesterday with a new matching pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt for you, calling it your "comfy surgery outfit." You'd teased her for it, but appreciated her thoughtfulness. You'd really teased her this morning when she appeared out of the closet wearing the exact same outfit. Leah was adamant that matching with her would make you feel better.

Leah stayed hugging you for longer than was probably comfortable, before pulling back, hearing the nurses come into the room. You looked up at her nervously, realizing it was time. She gave you an encouraging smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose, and then your lips, before whispering an I love you against your mouth. You really smiled up at her then, whispering the words back. Leah watched as they wheeled you off, more nervous than she'd been for her own surgery.

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When you blinked awake, the bright lights of the room immediately assaulted your eyes, and you closed them again, sleepier than you'd ever been in your life.

"Hey baby," a voice whispered from right next to you. Cracking one eye open, you saw Leah looking at you, sitting in a chair next to the bed, holding your hand tightly in hers.

"Leee" you said happily, puckering your lips for a kiss. Leah. Man you loved her. She was so pretty, so perfect.

"Hi love," she said, laughing, before kissing you sweetly. "How are you feeling?"

"So good. They gave me a whole new knee!" You said, grinning. Leah laughed again, quite amused at your state. Suddenly though, the smile dropped from your lips, and you looked at her critically.

"Leah," you started seriously, although you were still slurring your words slightly, "you should get bangs."

Leah burst out laughing, not expecting that at all. Her laughter was cut short, though, when you looked at her in horror, your face flushing red. She watched, as if you were in slow motion, as your bottom lip jutted out, and your eyes filled with tears, like a cartoon character. She'd laughed at you!

"No, baby," she tried, but you were already crying. She was having to work even harder not to laugh at how fast your mood had changed, as you cried into your hands. "Don't cry, I thought you were kidding,"

"No! You hate my idea," you wailed, and Leah's hands fluttered uselessly over you, trying to figure out how to stop your tears.

"Woah, what'd you do, break up with her?" came a voice from the doorway, and Leah turned to see Viv and Beth walking in, looking amused. Leah scowled, but turned her attention back to you.

"I'll get bangs if you want, my girl, anything you want," she said, pleading with you. Your tears stopped comically fast.

"Really?" you asked hopefully.

"Yes, baby, seriously," Leah replied, fully convinced you'd laugh at the idea with her when you weren't high anymore.

"Bangs?" Beth asked, as her and Viv took seats on the other side of your bed, looking at Leah with a smirk.

"Wouldn't she look so good with them?!" you replied, staring intently at your teammates. Viv's poker face was much better than Beth's, and Leah glared at the blonde, not wanting you to start crying again. Viv elbowed Beth.

'Yes, so good! She'd really rock a fringe." Beth said enthusiastically, and you smiled, not aware you were being teased. Now Leah was glaring for a different reason, but at least you seemed content. You all chatted for a little while longer, until you got the go ahead from the doctor to leave.

Leah got you changed back into your matching outfit, and when Beth and Viv reentered the room, they were once again fighting fits of laughter.

"Leah picked them out, she wanted to match," you told them, and Leah blushed furiously, having not thought ahead to your friends seeing your matching outfits.

"That red really brings out the color in your cheeks Williamson," Viv joked, referencing Leah's deep blush, and the crimson clothes she had on, because what color was Leah going to get you guys, blue?

Grumbling slightly, Leah helped you into the wheelchair, and the four of you set off to the car. Beth and Viv helped get you in, before they headed to their own car, promising to stop by with dinner later. Leah gave them both hugs before getting in the car, quietly thanking them for their support.

Since they'd found out about your guys' relationship Beth and Viv had been interested to watch the change they'd noticed in Leah. She was normally a serious person, but she was serious with you in a different way. She looked at you so intensely, and they didn't know how'd they'd missed that the 2 of you were together; the look on her face when her gaze met yours was one of someone fiercely in love. Leah wasn't normally one to express her thanks in such a forward, vocal way, but when it came to you, it seemed like all bets were off. They smiled to themselves as they walked back to the car, watching out of the corner of their eyes as Leah fussed over your seatbelt.

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Leah got you home and into bed with little drama, and no more tears. You were sleepy again, and she made sure you were asleep comfortably before heading downstairs to obsess over the post op instructions she'd gotten. Even though they were the same as hers, and she probably could have written them, she still read every page, back to front, not willing to risk anything.

When she went to check on you around 45 minutes later, bringing with her an ice pack to replace the one that would be warm by now, she found you in a decidedly less comfortable, and less happy, state than she'd left you. You were still laying in bed, but your face was screwed up in pain, and there were tears leaking out of your eyes. You were staring at your knee, which was propped up in front of you, glaring at it. Leah hadn't been expecting the pain to hit so soon, but clearly, it was.

"Oh, baby, why didn't you call for me?" she asked, having left you with strict instructions to tell her when you woke up. She sat on the edge of the bed, using her sleeve to gently wipe the tears off your face.

"Didn't wanna bother you," you mumbled, and Leah looked at you, confused. You seemed more out of it than you had been before, and she figured you were just still loopy.

"You could never bother me, pretty girl," Leah said, watching as your lips turned up into a watery smile. "You can't have anymore pain medicine yet, but I can brought you some ice," she said, carefully unwrapping the ice wrap from around your knee and replacing it.

"Thanks," you said softly, still looking slightly teary.

"What else can I do, love?" She asked, hating to see you so upset.

You thought for a moment, eyes fluttering open and shut as you fought sleep again. "Hold me Lee?" you asked quietly. Leah recognized the vulnerability in your voice, and nodded softly. She climbed into bed next to you, ever so carefully, shifting to allow you to lean back against her. You settled your head on her shoulder, tucking your nose into her neck.

"Goodnight," you said drowsily, snuggling closer to the blonde. She smiled down at you, not thinking it important to let you know that it only mid afternoon.

"Goodnight, baby," she responded, kissing the side of your head gently.

You drifted off, the pain in your knee somehow dulled by the beautiful girl next to you.

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part 3? if yes please give me ideas

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #beth mead #vivianne miedema

[burntheedges]

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Frankie Morales x f!reader | 18+ minors DNI | 2.2k words | ao3

a/n: look, I saw this picture of pedro in grey sweatpants and my brain said "that's frankie morales" and then I wrote this. the end. (stop at '...' to skip the smut.) summary: Frankie welcomes you home and takes care of you after a long day. and then he takes care of you, if you know what I mean. warnings: fluff, reader has a bad day and frankie comforts you, kissing, touching, food, softness, pet names (baby, hermosa, tesoro), and then smut (start marked with ...), kissing, a bit of groping, grinding, p in v sex, riding, dirty talk, no use of y/n, reader has no description other than having a vagina and wearing clothes, no mention of breasts

You’ve had a long day – one of those where everything that can go wrong does, just a hundred small problems in a row that add up to you, so tired of thinking and talking and being on, sitting silently in your car in your driveway. Willing yourself to move and go inside.

You don’t know how long you sit there, engine off, unmoving, but it must have been too long. Your attention is caught by the front door opening. Frankie steps through and closes it behind him softly. He leans back against it, arms crossed, eyes on you.

He looks good. He looks like everything you need in this moment – comfort and warmth and care. Soft, in his sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. Like home. You suddenly feel a tightness in your chest and a lump in your throat. Your next breath shudders in your chest.

Frankie must see it, or he just knows you that well, because his brow furrows as he pushes off the door and walks towards you. Your eyes stay locked on him as he rounds the front of your car and stops at your door, opening it slowly.

“Baby.” He reaches towards you, one hand landing on your thigh, the other cupping your face. “What can I do?”

You turn your face into his palm and your breath hitches. The tears that threatened just a moment ago burn at the back of your eyes.

“Breathe, tesoro.” He wraps his left arm around your waist, turning you to face him as he steps between your legs. “Bad day?” You nod and let him pull you forward until your face is tucked into his neck. He rubs your back with his left hand, soothing it down your spine.

“Wanna talk about it?” You shake your head without moving it from his neck. “Alright.” He pulls you into a tight hug. “What do you think – food first, or bath?” 

You pull back and let your eyes meet his, and then wander over his face. He smiles at you a little, steady under your gaze. This man, you think. This man, who knows exactly what you need in this moment. Who knows just how to take care of you. 

“I love you.” You’re so close you get to see the joy take over his expression and you track it across his face. His smile widens as his eyes crinkle. He always reacts like he’s hearing it for the first time. “I love you too, baby.” He leans in to kiss you softly, just a greeting, welcoming you home. “So, what do you think?”

“Food,” you decide, kissing him again. Frankie hums into your mouth and then nods. “Ok, hermosa. Come on.” He pulls you out of the car, letting your feet fall slowly to the ground, one arm hooking around your waist as he pushes the door shut behind you. He nudges you towards the front door and moves to grab your bag off the passenger seat.

Inside, Frankie tells you to go get comfy while he sets the table. But first he kisses you again, reeling you in before he lets you continue down the hall. You smile. You’re already feeling warmer, more present, like yourself again, after just five minutes with him in the driveway. 

You find your comfiest clothes and change quickly before heading back towards the kitchen, where you find Frankie plating your dinner. His sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, and you just take a moment to appreciate the view.

He turns, both plates in hand, and catches you leaning against the door frame with your gaze lowered. When you meet his eyes he’s grinning at you. “See something you like?”

You smile in response, unashamed to be caught checking out your boyfriend. “Can you blame me? There’s a handsome man in my kitchen who’s about to feed me.” Frankie ducks his head, awkward as always in the face of praise, but he’s still smiling. “Come on, tesoro, let’s eat.”

You sit, and sink into the comfort that is being at home with Frankie. The food is delicious, of course, and you tell him so, and he smiles and ducks his head again. Over dinner he tells you about how his trainees are doing at the airfield, and how one of them is almost ready for her first solo piloting job. You can see his pride and excitement for his students in his eyes. When he looks up, he finds you gazing at him as you listen, chin in your hand, food forgotten. He laughs and nudges your hand towards your fork again.

After you’re both finished Frankie moves to clean up the dishes, but you grab his hands and start to walk backwards towards the couch. He smiles and lets himself be led. Once you get there, though, he spins you, falling back onto the couch first and pulling you into his lap. You go happily.

He pulls you in, and you tuck your head into his shoulder, face against his neck. He hums.

“Feeling better, tesoro?” You nod in response. “Want to watch anything?” You shake your head. He laughs, softly. “Want me to talk?”

You pull your head up this time, and meet his eyes. He’s smiling at you, so soft, so handsome. You can't help yourself. 

You lean in to kiss him, and it’s slow and soft. Saying hello, and I love you, and I’m so happy to come home to you with the gentle press of your lips. 

It stays like that until both you and Frankie, like you’re in each others heads, move at the same – you shift your weight to get closer, he smooths his hands across your hips. Something about the movement takes the kiss from soft to intense. You fall into him, letting Frankie sweep you away.

…

His sudden strong grip on your thigh distracts you and you inhale sharply as you pull back. You realize at some point in the last few minutes you’ve moved to straddle his lap. He takes advantage of the opening and tucks his face into your neck, pressing kisses down your shoulder. 

“This what you want, baby?” His voice is deep, heavy with arousal, and it sends a shiver across your shoulders. He notices. “Yeah?” You nod, and he pulls your hips closer to his own. You feel him, then, his cock hot and thick against you. Your breath catches as he grins. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

You move into a natural rhythm against him, grinding down to meet his thrusts as you fall back into his kiss. His sweatpants are so thin it’s almost like there’s nothing between you and his cock and you can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your spine. “Frankie, I–” You gasp at the feeling of his cock nestling inside your pussy through the layers of your clothing. You’re so wet you’re sure it’s leaving a dark stain on his pants.

He lets out a short, deep moan. “Tell me, tesoro. Tell me what you want.”

“Pants, Frankie.” You sigh as you grind against him again. “N- no pants.”

He huffs a laugh, and moves to do your bidding. In a flash your own soft pants and underwear are gone, and his sweatpants are shoved down his legs. You realize as he does so that he isn’t wearing briefs. You lick across your bottom lip as his cock springs free from the sweatpants, and he watches your reaction, grinning. 

Almost without warning, he pulls you forward again, and this time you groan in unison. His cock nestles right into your pussy, head warm and firm against your clit. He thrusts and you’re so wet the slide of him against you is smooth as silk. You can’t help but grind down, chasing the high you were so close to a minute ago, but it’s not enough. “More, Frankie, I want-” you suck in a breath as he hits your clit just right. “Frankie, please fuck me, baby.” 

It’s his turn to lose his breath as he pulls you into a searing kiss. His right hand holds your head in place, firm around the back of your neck, as his left adjusts your hips to move you into position. You lift up and somehow you both get it just right, so that you barely have to move at all before the head of his cock notches right where you want it. Where you need it. 

Your hands slide up his arms and neck and into his hair, and you open your mouth to his kiss as you sink slowly down onto his cock. He moans, but you keep your mouth on his until you’re seated, until you’re full. With Frankie you’re always so full. 

You both take a moment to breathe, to revel in the feeling. He smooths his hands around your waist and suddenly pulls you even closer, tilting your hips forward just enough to feel him slide a little bit deeper. The noise you make is so pleased, so satisfied, that he grins. “That’s right, baby, you like that? Hmm? Like how I fill you up?” You nod, speechless. “Yeah, you do. Look at you. You were made to take this cock, tesoro.” You sigh at the idea and grind your hips down. “Just like this cock was made to fill this pussy.”

With that, Frankie starts to move. Slow, at first, with long, smooth strokes, lifting you up by the hips before guiding you smoothly back down. You let him take the lead, lifting yourself up when he wants you to and falling slowly back down. You're starting to lose yourself in it, eyes closed, head thrown back, when he pulls you forward and brings his lips to your ear.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He presses a kiss behind your ear. “‘s nothing better than this, than you, tight around my cock, warm and wet and p- perfect.” His soft words, almost whispered in your ear, make you start to move your hips faster. But he holds you at that pace – slow and maddening. “You were made for this, tesoro. We were made for this. Look at how we fit together.” His right hand comes up and guides you to look down at where his cock is sinking inside you. A high pitched noise, thin and long and breathy, escapes you without conscious thought. “So fucking beautiful, the way you sit on this cock, baby. Never seen anything like it.”

Finally, finally, Frankie starts to speed up. But you’re already there, heat shimmering up your spine, sparks at the edge of your vision. Every thrust pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Frankie, I-” 

“I know, hermosa. I can feel it.” His next thrust is sharp as he pulls you down onto his cock. You moan again. He hits a rhythm that drives every single thought out of your mind, like there’s nothing left of you but where you and Frankie come together. Only this. “Let go, baby. Let me see it. Let me feel it. I need to see it, tesoro, show me how you come. Come for me. Right now. Now, baby.”

When he says it, when he tells you to come now, he pulls you close and grinds into you on a thrust that hits you just right. His fingers squeeze at your ass and he bites lightly at your neck.

And you do.

It’s like lightning running up and down your spine, like fireworks behind your eyes. You know you cry out, maybe in words, maybe not, but you can’t hear it. You can’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears and Frankie’s voice and the way he told you to come, right now, now baby, because he needs it. Needs you.

You open your eyes and catch the exact moment his own orgasm takes him – it’s beautiful, like he always is. Eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth open around your name. His neck is long, his hair wild from where you’ve been running your hands through it. He looks undone. You know you do, too.

You lean forward and let your forehead rest on his as you both catch your breath, chests heaving. You realize you both still have your shirts on and for some reason this makes you giggle. Once you start, you can’t stop, and you hide your face in Frankie’s neck, sinking down into the warmth of his chest.

“What’s so funny, hmm?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he rubs his hands up and down your back. “What’re you laughing at, hermosa?”

“No- nothing, Frankie, just realized we’re both still mostly dressed, and I didn’t even notice.” He huffs a laugh in response. “Guess we were too caught up.”

You smile, and tilt your hips a bit. The sensation is almost too much, and you can see the same feeling on Frankie’s face.

He reaches up to cup your face in both of his hands. “Ready for bed, tesoro?” You consider it, and realize yeah, you are. You feel good, now, so much better than when you got home, and then Frankie fed you and held you and tired you out. You might actually fall asleep without your horrible day following you into your dreams. You smile.

“Yeah, Frankie. Take me to bed.”

He does.

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a/n: this is my first Frankie fic, I am dying to know what you think. I hope you liked it!

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales #triple frontier fic #x reader #the sweatpants fic #as this was called until today #Frankie in grey sweatpants #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales smut

[jsluvtzu]

ruined her sweater

g!p hirai momo x fem!reader

summary: it all started with a bag of gummy bears

cw: no plot. just smut. men dni, voyeurismish, exhibitionism

wc: 1.5k

a/n: I WAS FEELING PARTICULARLY TOP WRITING THIS CAN YOU GUYS TELL!!!! tbh not my best work but we move on!

momo and you finally had the same day off from work.

it’s been weeks since you two had gotten to spend quality time together, so you both decided to make the rare day a date.

you bought tickets to see some new movie, making sure to pick your seats at the very top row.

both of your outfits were matching, but rather casual — momo wearing grey sweatpants with a black tee, and you with one of her black crew neck sweatshirts paired with a grey skirt.

after getting some overpriced candy from the concessions area, you both headed inside the designated theater and up to your seats.

the movie didn’t start until 3:30, and it was only 3:18, so you had plenty of time to put your plan into action.

“babe, can you open the gummy bears for me please?”

momo nodded and grabbed the bag to rip it open for you, but gasped when her lap was somehow littered with colorful little candies all over it.

“oh shit, i didn’t mean to do that. sorry baby, lemme clean it up for you.”

you were lying straight through your teeth. you had every intention to spill those food dye infused gummies on her.

your hand accidentally slammed into hers when momo was prying the bag open and accidentally knocked the bag out of her hands.

momo tsked at you annoyedly and lifted her arms up to give you room and clean up the mess you so innocently made.

the dimly lit theater hid the forming smirk on your face when your palm brushed lightly against momo’s dick.

you sat up straight and turned to face your body towards your girlfriend, leaning in close to whisper in her ear,

“let me make it up to you.”

momo turned to look at you with furrowed brows, your faces merely centimeters apart.

“what? y/n, there’s people around. we can’t.”

you were still rubbing momo through her sweatpants, feeling her get harder with every movement you made.

“mm, but it’s dark in here”, your hand moving up and under her shirt, rubbing at her abs. “nobody’s around us baby, you just have to stay quiet for me”, you said, reaching the waistband of her boxers, “can you do that for me?”

momo let out a small whimper when she felt your fingers wrap around the base of her cock.

“y-y/n.. we can’t..”

you cooed at her gently and reassured her as you freed her cock from her pants, letting it rest against her stomach.

your girlfriend scanned around the room, frantically praying that nobody was close enough to see what was going on.

it was obvious that she felt exposed when she desperately attempted to cover her lap with her hands.

her hands couldn’t even fully cover her length though, leaving only half of herself protected.

you leaned back to cross your arms over your waist, grabbing the ends of momo’s sweatshirt and pulling it over your head, revealing your favorite tight fit tank top that made your boobs look good.

momo watched silently and gulped at the tempting sight of you.

your hair was splayed over one shoulder, a little messy from pulling off the sweatshirt — the spaghetti straps on your top showing off your toned arms in the dim light.

she let out a small sigh of relief when you laid the sweatshirt over her lap, relaxing her tensed body and leaning back into the seat.

“better?”, you said, laughing slightly at your girlfriend’s shyness.

momo nodded and gripped the armrests, mentally preparing herself.

her cock was uncomfortably hard at this point, the tip of it poking through the cloth, making a visible tent on her lap.

you leaned in to give your girlfriend a kiss, smiling into it and feeling her moan against your lips.

when momo felt your lips leave hers, she whined in confusion when you pulled back and sat back into your seat, picking your phone up and scrolling through it.

“y/n..? what’re you doing?”

you kept your eyes on your screen and answered without looking at her, “hm? i’m just passing time before the movie starts.”

even in the dark theater, you felt momo’s confused stare boring into the side of your head.

“but.. i- i thought..”, her voice soft and whiny.

you turned your head to look at her, feigning innocence.

both of you shot glances down to her lap at the same time, sending a silent message to each other.

“i thought you said we couldn’t?”, you said, tilting your head slightly.

your girlfriend shook her head immediately, regretting her previous decision.

“no! no, i didn’t- i just..”

momo licked her lips while she gathered her thoughts together.

“need you..”, she said at a barely audible volume, facing her head down shyly.

“hm? speak up, love.”

you pressed the power button on your phone and threw it on the empty seat to your right, reaching over to release your girlfriend’s grip from the armrest and locking your fingers together.

“y/n.. please..”

“please what baby? i won’t know what you really want if you don’t use your words”, you said, gently rubbing her thumb with yours.

“need you to.. touch me.”

“yeah? even with these people watching?”, you shot your gaze straight ahead at the two guys sitting in the last few seats, momo turning her head to join you.

“i don’t even care anymore, y/n. ‘s hurts so bad- please.”

you hummed and let go of momo’s hand, satisfied with getting the reaction you wanted out of her, only to land it back on her cock under her sweatshirt, grabbing at and stroking her length slowly.

the lights suddenly turned off completely with the theater turning pitch black, the ads getting replaced with the movie’s opening scene.

a few minutes passed and you hadn’t changed your pace on momo’s dick, your left arm slotted under her right one and your head resting on her shoulder.

your poor needy girlfriend was growing increasingly frustrated with your lack of action, her release nowhere near in sight.

she was squirming under your touch and whimpering when your thumb would skillfully rub circles around her tip.

“fuck y/n please.. ‘need more- ‘wanna cum so bad please.”

her pleads were getting louder the longer your teasing went on, your movements switching between lazily pumping her and twisting your cupped palm around her thick cock.

“shhh, you have to be quiet baby, you don’t want all these people to know how dumb you’re getting for me do you?”, you said, nuzzling your face into momo’s neck.

you felt her shake her head and heard her attempts at biting back her whimpers as best as she could.

at this angle, your boobs were in perfect view for momo to stare at, her eyes locked onto your chest.

you noticed and wanted momo to focus on watching whatever was playing, “keep your eyes on the screen, or i stop and leave you with nothing. you understand?”

momo let out small whines and tried her hardest to keep herself together, grinding herself into your hand with ease when her dick was lubed up with her own precum.

you lifted your head up to her ear and nibbled at her earlobe, softly moaning to rile her up even more.

“such a needy little thing aren’t you? you don’t even care if everyone can hear your pretty moans for me hm?”, you knew momo loved it when you talked her through it.

“just wanna be good for me and cum all over my hand, right baby?”

“fuck yes, yes y/n, ‘wanna be fuck- so good for you.”

you kissed her cheek and slid your free hand under the cover, flattening that hand and rubbing a circular motion over her tip while you massaged your other hand up and down her cock.

unfortunately, momo’s moans were getting uncontrollably loud and you needed to shut her up.

“look at me, pretty girl”, you said, kissing her immediately to suppress her whimpers.

her dick was already sensitive from your prolonged foreplay, making her extremely close to cumming when you started palming her dick back and forth faster and pumping her length faster, driving her absolutely crazy.

“mmph, fuck y/n, ‘gna fucking cum- fuck, fuck, fuck-”

you felt her cock pulsing in your hand as it got soaked with her cum flowing out in increments, choked moans escaping her lips.

“that’s it baby, so good for me..”, you praised her with coos and pretty names as you helped her come down from her high.

momo threw her head back against the headrest and tried to catch her breath, mumbling out small thank yous in between her gasps.

you wiped your hands on her now ruined sweatshirt, cleaning off her dick gently with the sleeve and tucking it back into her boxers for her.

“you made a mess all over your sweatshirt baby, it was expensive too.”

“it’s fine.. was worth it..”

needless to say, the two of you left the movie theater with disgusted stares following you the whole way out.

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice smut #kpop x reader #kpop gg #momo x reader #momo smut #hirai momo

[rubywonu]

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱

“i've got some shit i should mention, pretend my ego is dying, ask me if i love attention, and I'll say no, but i'm lying”

summary: in which seungcheol missed on countless important event with you and you decided it was time for confrontation.

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff, not mentioned but established idol!au

warnings: arguments, swear words.

w/c: 2.7k

nia’s notes: i don’t know what is just wrote. song is loved by b.i

it was your birthday and the person you wanted to celebrate it with was nowhere to be found. it was a small get-together, consisting of a few of your friends and your boyfriend, who was not there. 

you checked your messages and you were a bit let down when the message wasn't seen. it was like seungcheol was ghosting you. for the past few days, your boyfriend was always at his studio. seungcheol would disappear way before you would wake up and return hours past midnight. for some time, you wondered if he was even coming home. 

for the whole party, you were glued to your phone hoping cheol messaged you back or saw your message, but each time you were disappointed. 

you tried to stay alive and cheerful for your party but it was hard to do so. by the time your friends left, you were angry and sad. each year you and seungcheol would stay up till midnight and write letters to each other for your birthday. it was a stupid tradition but it kept your love alive and this year, you were questioning if it would happen. 

you sat down on the couch, after bidding your friends goodbye and you checked your phone, again. you let out a long sigh as you were let down, once again. it was funny to you when you remembered all the other times you were disappointed by your boyfriend. 

for the past few weeks, you and seungcheol were supposed to go on dates, and each time, cheol canceled last minute with the same excuse, i'm stuck in the studio, sorry. 

this time you were sure you weren't going to let it happen again. so with a bold choice in your mind, you changed your clothes, to one of cheol's sweatshirts and a sweatpant from your closet. you walked over to the counter, trying to find your car keys. you smacked your head slightly when you realized that your car was at the repair shop. it looked like you had to walk to the building, it wasn't far so you had no problem with it. 

so you locked the door to your apartment and walked out of your house, slightly regretting not wearing a jacket. the wind was chilly and it burned when it touched your face. you winced as you wrapped your hands around you, you tried to speed walk to the building when you saw the storm clouds coming over in your direction. 

in a matter of a few minutes, you reach the company and you let your shoulders relax at the heat inside. you smiled at the receptionist when you walked over to the elevator. 

you pressed the floor button and waited to arrive. the ding snapped out out of your thoughts and made your way to the studio room where your boyfriend would be.  

you opened the door a little bit, in hopes of surprising seungcheol. "cheol." you called out and the man in front of you snapped his head to meet you. you expected him to be happy maybe even a little glad, but not in a million years did you expect seungcheol to be angry. 

"what are you doing here?" seungcheol stood up from his seat. he looked stressed out and it worried you. you walked inside and closed the door behind you. it the light, you were able to look at him more clearly and you were concerned. the lack of sleep was evident on his face, dark circles were present under his eyes. 

"well, i got worried when you didn't show up at home, so i decided to stop by." you smiled trying to relax your boyfriend, it was clear to say you did quite the opposite. 

"you don't have to come here, go home, it'll take me a few more hours." you were shocked at his words. 

"what do you mean a few more hours? cheol what about our tradition?" you asked feeling heartbroken at the behaviour your boyfriend was showing you. 

"i don't have time for that, yn. my work is more important." if seungcheol was awake, he was sure he wouldn't say the things he was about to.  

you were taken aback at his cold tone and even more when cheol sat down at this desk, continuing his work. "what are you saying? do you mean it?" 

"yes. yes, i mean it, now get out." the harsh words that came out of seungcheol's mouth felt like a knife pushing through your heart. 

"seungcheol, you need sleep and food, come on let's go home." you walked over to your boyfriend, and gently put your hand on his arm. that seemed to piss him off more. 

"i need to complete this, yn. either leave by yourself or i'll do it." seungcheol was sleepy, hungry, and drained. he wasn't in his right mind and each word he said proved exactly that. 

"what? do you realize what you're saying?" you were angry, you were pissed at the way he was speaking towards you. 

"yn, i don't have time for you or your petty fights, just leave." seungcheol rubbed his hands over his face while he pleaded with you. 

you didn't know when but a lone tear cascaded down your eye. you were hurt beyond explanation. "what?" each time seungcheol said a word, your heart cracked and bled in despair. 

"leave, yn!" you flinched at the intensity of his voice and moved back. "god, you're so needy, it's annoying." cheol mumbled as he went back to his laptop. you walked away from him and towards the door, trying to contain your tears. you couldn't believe that the mouth that whispered praises and confessions was leaving you in pain, for the first time choi seungcheol made you cry, no he made you sob. 

you slammed the door behind you and quickly walked outside the building, in the elevator you could feel yourself breaking down, you put your hand on your mouth, trying to soften your sobs, but it didn't work. without looking back, you excited the building, regretting that decision when you felt the big droplets of water fall on you, it was raining. 

you needed shelter but there was no way you were going back into the building, especially after what had just happened. so you put your head down and slowly made your way back to your house, being extremely careful to not slip at any given moment. 

before you stormed out of the hybe building, someone saw you leave and was very concerned about your condition. it was obvious for him to realize the culprit of this incident. so he walked over to the elevator, making his way over to seungcheol's studio. 

he rushed over and opened the door, confusion visible on his face. "seungcheol." the mentioned man turned around and he became more annoyed. sure, seungcheol regretted what he said to you, but working on a time crunch can do that to people, it didn't look like his fault. "why did yn leave, crying, no seungcheol, she was sobbing, why?" 

"i do not want to deal with your bullshit as well, jeonghan just leave." seungcheol regretted the statement as soon as it left your mouth, even more, when he saw the anger displayed on jeonghan's face. 

jeonghan was like a brother to you, and the both of you became extremely close when you and seungcheol started dating, you became closer with han. 

"shut up and listen to me." jeonghan started. "what did you do for yn, one of the happiest people on the face of this planet, sob while leaving the building. and before you ask me questions like how i know, or something stupid like that just remember that you promised to not make her cry." 

jeonghan didn't know what he was saying but he kept on going before falling on the couch in exhaustion. on the other hand, seungcheol remained silent. he didn't realize the gravity of the situation until jeonghan screamed at him. 

each word came back to haunt him, he could visualize the perfect smile on your beautiful fade into a gradient of hurt and sadness. seungcheol sat there wanting to take back everything he said that hurt you in any form but that wasn't possible. seungcheol had hurt you beyond description and oh boy, did he feel disappointment rush through his blood. 

it didn't prepare him for what he was about to hear though. "gosh, i do hope yn reached home safe, it's pouring real bad." he heard jeonghan mutter and seungcheol felt his heart drop. his eyes were wide and his stance was ready to sprint but he couldn't move. "what?" 

"it's raining outside, i hope yn can see anything from the car." once again, seungcheol felt his world stop spinning. 

"yn's car is at the repair shop." seungcheol said slowly as the realization hit him. he saw jeonghan turn to him and ask him to repeat himself. "yn doesn't have her car." 

this was the last straw, before completing his sentence, seungcheol ran out of the room, and completely ignored jeonghan's call behind him to grab a jacket. but he didn't care, all he cared about was you and he hurt you.

seungcheol spammed the elevator call button, furiously. he was angry at himself, angry at the world, he was angry at everything and everyone but you. 

"fuck!" seungcheol screamed and rushed over to the stairs. he started to rapidly climb down the stairs. he was on the higher floors but he did not care at all.

once he reached the base of the stairs, he slammed open the door and ran out of the building, not minding the glances he received while doing so. 

the rain looked worse than jeonghan made it seem, big droplets were clouding his vision but he moved on. seungcheol slowly started to walk into the rain while scouting all his sides in hopes of finding you. 

he saw a small figure pushing through the cold rain and he immediately knew it was you by the familiar sweatshirt. and then seungcheol ran, he ran for his life. he didn't care about the slipperiness of the ground and he didn't care when the rain got harder, the only thing he cared for you so he ran in search of your warm body. 

he was right behind you now, and he grabbed your arm, regretting it as soon as he saw you flinch at the touch. "yn, it's me." seungcheol spoke with a soft voice and he begged the gods for you to be alright with his presence, but it looked like his prayers were skipped. 

you pulled your hand away and continued to walk away, leaving seungcheol's heart to shatter. "get away from me." 

"yn, listen to me, please." seungcheol didn't give up just yet, he ran in front of you and held you by your shoulders, trying to be as gentle as possible. "let's just go back to the studio, i promise we'll talk there." 

"you don't care about me, did you forget about it already?" you moved away from your boyfriend and walked away from him, again. 

"what do you mean?" you turned around at seungcheol's ridiculous statement and scoffed, anger seeping into your face. 

"'what do you mean?' are you crazy choi seungcheol." cheol flinched at you calling him his full name, ever since the both of you started dating, he had never heard his name come out of your mouth like that, and boy did it hurt. 

"first of all, you gave up on our tradition, you know how much it means to me but you left that. then, you disregarded me, seungcheol. i was worried about you and what did you do? you screamed at me, telling me to leave you alone and as if that's not bad enough you proceeded to call me clingy and needy, you said you were annoyed by my actions. since when did my care and love for you turn annoying? i was looking out for you, but you took my heart and broke it." 

seungcheol didn't realize how much he messed up until he heard your feelings and regret swarmed his whole body. 

"and you did it all on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, my birthday." your voice cracked and tears struck down your face. 

realization came sticking to cheol as he stood there in shock. he forgot about it because of his hard schedule, he forgot your birthday. you turned around, trying you hide your crying face. 

behind you, seungcheol pondered at his bad decisions. he hated himself, he hated the way he made you feel, and he hated to be the reason for your sadness. 

for the past month, you and seungcheol had talked about all the things the both of you wanted to do for your birthday and they were in contrast to what was actually happening. what was supposed to be a day filled with loving you turned into a day where your relationship was in danger. 

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry." seungcheol's soft voice behind you only made you cry harder. you turned around, and the sight left you speechless. 

seungcheol was on his knees, he was crying. "i'm so sorry, yn." the rain and your boyfriend's harsh sobs were the only things you could hear, apart from your own cries. 

no matter how angry you were with seungcheol, it pained for you to see a man so strong break down in tears while on his knees. you joined him on the floor, and the both of you cried while holding each other in the rain, gaining warmth from the other. 

"im so sorry, im so sorry for everything i did. im so sorry for the way i spoke to you, you didn't deserve it. you were just trying to be a good girlfriend but i screamed at you, i'm so sorry. please forgive me, don't leave me, yn, please." 

seungcheol's ramble made you cry harder, you pulled away from him and grabbed his face, making him look at you. "i'm not going to leave you, don't worry." you go up and pulled seungcheol up as well. "let's go home and talk there." 

the both of you walked hand in hand in silence, wiping the tears on the way, the rain washing away your tears and replacing them with a cloud of sadness. when you reached home, without talking you and seungcheol walked into separate bathrooms to clean up. it was obvious that both of you wanted to talk about it but the wound was too fresh. 

you finished your shower and dried your hair, you were currently walking to the guest bedroom where seungcheol was cleaning up. you opened the door and seungcheol was on the bed, the room was dark, and he was drying his hair. you heard a sniffle and it damaged you. 

you made your way in front of your seungcheol grabbed the towel without saying anything and proceeded to rub his hair. as you did this, seungcheol's tears only started to come out faster. 

you dropped the towel on the bed and placed your hand on his face, seungcheol leaning into it. you swiped your finger under his eyes and removed his tears. the action only seemed to make him cry more. 

"i'm so sorry." you pulled him into a hug, and seungcheol immediately responded by placing his hands around your waist and pulling you in as close as possible. 

"it's okay baby, i didn't like it at all but i understand where it came from, so i forgive you. just promise not to do that again." seungcheol's eyes snapped open no light up at your words. 

"thank you, i promise to never make you cry ever again. i'll cancel all my plans for the next week, it'll be you and me, that's it." seungcheol stood up and held your waist, your hands immediately going to his neck. you smiled at his enthusiasm and it was then you realized he was sincere. the both of you kissed, leaving the troubles of the day to be washed away by the rain, and you and seungcheol emerged like a rainbow during the pain. 

and from that day onwards, seungcheol never broke his promises, he never let you cry and most of all, seungcheol never forgot to make you feel loved. 

taglist: @xomingyu . @pixieskie . @bangchansbae . @weird-bookworm .

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[hyuckwrlds]

>> just like this

wc: 551 walk with you

It was a bad idea to go out tonight. It was a bad idea to respond to Chenle’s text at midnight and it was a bad idea to meet him when you work early tomorrow morning.

It was even worse idea to go without a jacket.

Because now, you’re stuck trying to keep up with him while he books it towards some new restaurant down the street, your arms wrapped around your body in an attempt to stay warm. Your flimsy, old sweatshirt wasn’t any help and while you could’ve asked him to turn back, you don’t. After seeing his excitement over a plate of fried rice, you figured that a few minutes in the cold wouldn’t hurt anyway.

“How much farther?” you ask, tugging the cuffs of your sleeves over your hands.

“It’s two more streets—” he starts, pausing once he sees you. He stops completely. “Where’s your jacket? I told you we were gonna walk there.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine—”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hold out for another ten minutes.”

“No, you can’t,” he scolds, looking down to fish something from the pockets of his sweatpants. “Here, take my heat pack. I’d give you my hoodie but I’m not wearing anything under it.”

He offers you the item and you take it, sheepishly. In the months you’ve known Chenle, you rarely get to see this side of him. You would’ve expected him to be making fun of you by now but instead, your cheeks are burning at his concern. Your gaze falls to your hands and you turn the heat pack between your palms.

“Does that help?” he asks, earnestly.

You look at him after a moment. “Chenle.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s cold.”

He blinks, reaching out to take the pack and feel its surface for himself. His brows furrow as he mumbles. “I swear it was still warm just a second ago.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, waving it off. Bouncing on your feet to generate some heat, you gesture back down the street. “Let’s just keep walking. I’ll be okay once we’re inside somewhere.”

You start walking again, taking a few steps ahead of him before he calls your name, stopping you in your tracks. Something in the air shifts when you turn to look at him, though you can’t tell what. He stands in the same spot. 

“We’ll be late—” you begin.

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?”

Without saying anything else, he walks over to stand in front of you and holds out a hand. You don’t make a move right away, so he gently takes your wrist. His gaze meets yours with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him before and when he laces his fingers with yours, you let him.   

He raises a brow. It’s an unspoken question asked before he tucks your intertwined hands into the soft pocket of his hoodie. Something in your chest alights with warmth.

He swallows. “Does that help?”

For a moment, you consider yourself lucky that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. You nod. “Yeah.”

The start of a smile tugs the corner of his lips and as he leads you back down the street once more, your hand nestled tight in his, you decide that maybe things aren’t so bad, after all.

#chenle x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #chenle fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle scenarios #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles #zhong chenle x reader #hyuckwrlds #idk how i feel about this one but oh well! #chenle ily

[janeyseymour]

personal and professional 1-3 was soooooo good it gave me an idea!

a mel x work crush reader story in which cute shy fem reader has a sleeper build. usually wearing regular lose fit clothing until one day they have to wear a fancy skirt and heels bringing attention to readers muscular legs. abbott crew starts asking reader questions about her workout routine leading a jealous melissa to make a snarky comment about reader skipping arm day to which reader says something like don’t let the outfit fool you i could bench you right now heels and all. melissa keeps pushing readers buttons until reader grabs melissa and starts overhead pressing with absolutely no issue to prove their point leaving melissa stunned. idk maybe it ends with melissa asking reader on a date that day after school?

Press You (Up Against a Wall)

WC: 3.3k

You were hired as the long term substitute gym teacher at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School in January, but when the teacher who was out on maternity leave decided to leave the position permanently- that she can’t even believe she stayed there throughout her pregnancy in the first place- you were brought on for the full-time position. So, now you’re Abbott’s official gym teacher, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Really, any physical education teacher position is a score in your mind because showing up to school in sweatpants or joggers everyday is any teacher’s dream come true. But Abbott is so nice because you can pretty much do whatever you want with the kids- including dodgeball, which is banned at most schools. 

Under all of your gym clothes, you have a nice body- you’ll be the first one to admit that. Working out six days a week along with having a well balanced diet doesn’t go to waste. None of the teachers, or Ava for that matter, know that you’re a bit of a gym rat- okay, a really big gym rat. Sure, they know you’re athletic and that you’re slim, but they haven’t seen your legs- probably the best part about your body. You’re thankful for that because up until now, you’ve evaded the principal’s flirtatious personality and comments. 

The only person who knows how in shape you are is Mr. Johnson because you help him move things or fix things when necessary. He’s immensely grateful and has promised to keep your hidden figure a secret- he knows how you don’t want to be hit on like Gregory is.

But now, you’re being forced to go to PECSA, and you really don’t know why you have to go, but the school is paying for your hotel room, and you don’t have to attend any of the seminars based on curriculum because you don’t teach any of the core subjects (you had thoughts on that title… physical education was one of the most important for those kids to be participating in if they wanted to grow to be strong and healthy adults).

So while everyone else is supposed to be at their seminars, you sleep in before heading down to the gym to get your daily workout in.

After you’re finished, you head back up to your hotel room and shower before changing into an old band t-shirt, a light sweatshirt, and a pair of joggers. Deciding that you have enough time to explore and just soak everything in, you exit your hotel room.

As you go to back away from your door, so is Melissa Schemmenti- donned in a bathing suit as opposed to the clothes that she should be clad in to attend different seminars.

“Hey, Schemmenti,” you look her up and down. 

“Y/N,” Melissa looks you up and down too. “Don’t tell anyone, but Barb ’n’ I haven’t gone to a single one of those dumb jawns. All for the newbies.”

You mime zipping your lips before letting out a chuckle. “You’ll be at the big party though, right?”

“Hell yeah I will be. I have a math-o-rita chugging champion title to maintain,” she smirks.

“Good. I don’t think I could survive the Abbott crew without you to keep me company,” you blush as you tell her that. “Not that I don’t like the others, but… you know what I mean.”

“I gotchu,” she smiles. “Just stick with me and Barb, and you’ll be fine.”

You nod. “You mind if I join you now?”

“If you can get changed in the next few-”

“Nah, I don’t wanna swim, I just wanna relax in the presence of others,” you lie a little. You really just want to be in her presence.

You and her meet the kindergarten teacher down by the pool, and Barb’s eyes widen just slightly when she sees that Melissa brought you.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she still greets you kindly. “Decided to ditch the seminars?”

“I don’t have to go to most of them,” you laugh softly as you tuck a hair behind your ear. “Just the ones that have to do with PBIS and all of that. Other than that, I’ve just been kind of wandering. Saw Melissa, and I tagged along.”

“And she didn’t tell you to beat it?” Barbara raises a brow.

Melissa shrugs. “She looked like a lost puppy dog, so I took her under my wing.”

Little do you or Barbara know, she has had quite the thing for you since you first walked into the building and greeted her while she was bringing her kids down to special. And then when you spoke to her so shyly, but then she could hear you command the gymnasium to gain control of her class- it really struck a chord with her, and she was taken with you. She would never tell you that, and actually was a bit tougher on you than she was with others, but you have her figured out. She seems to be a bit tougher on those she likes rather than just ignore the ones who she tolerates or just genuinely doesn’t enjoy the presence of. 

“I can go if-”

“You’re with us now. Don’t be an idiot,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Okay, okay.”

You relax in the lounge chair next to her, and you have to admit it’s a little warmer than you were anticipating it being in here (foolishly… it’s an indoor pool area, what we’re you expecting?). So you shrug off your jacket, tie your hair up, and hike your sweatpants up to your knees.

If Barbara and Melissa notice your calves, they don’t say anything.

You end up falling asleep with your arms protectively wrapped around yourself, and you don’t wake until you feel someone gently shaking you.

“Hun, it’s time to get up.” You jolt awake, clearly terrified as your eyes go wide and your breathing gets deeper for a second. But then you look up, and there’s… well, there’s Melissa’s cleavage in your face, and then a bit further up are her emerald eyes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s ‘kay,” you mumble as you yawn and stretch a bit. “Sorry I fell asleep on youse.”

“Aye, no problem at all,” she smiles down at you. “Just didn’t wanna leave you down here to think Barb and I abandoned ship, but we’re gonna start getting ready for the party.”

“I guess I should too,” you sigh softly as you stand.

You and the redhead head up to your rooms and start to get ready.

It doesn’t take you long to get ready. You really just throw on the dress you brought- one that accentuates your legs- before applying a light amount of makeup. You run your fingers through your hair as you glance in the mirror. You look good. Deciding that you would rather not kill your feet just yet though, you wait to put on your heels.

A bit later, you hear a knock on your door as you’re laying in bed and scrolling through Instagram. You stand and make your way to the door before looking out the peephole. It’s Melissa, and she looks… stunning. Her hair is in big curls, and she has a beautiful green dress on that only makes her eyes pop even more.

“Hey,” you breathe out softly. “You look… wow.”

She gives you a once over. “I could say the same things about you.”

Your cheeks turn red at her compliment and her lingering eyes on your body.

“You ready? I want a math-o-rita in my hand, and the lines will get ridiculous later on,” she tells you. “And this way we can save a table for our group.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly as you continue to stare at her. “Just let me put on my shoes.”

She nods as she leans against the doorframe and watches. Then, you give her a nod, make sure you have your lipgloss and keycard, and head out.

When you get down there, she immediately heads towards the bar and quickly returns with two drinks in hand. She hands one to you, and the two of you clink your glasses together. You take a nice swig of it in hopes of relaxing. By the time the rest of your group joins you, both of you are on your second drink.

“You two are here early,” Barbara notes as she looks between the two of you. “Are we interrupting something?”

Melissa rolls her eyes. “We got here a little early to get a table.”

“You both look so nice!” Janine grins from next to her work mother.

You smile at her politely. “You as well.”

“I never really took you for a gym rat, although I suppose I should’ve,” Gregory chuckles. “Damn.”

“Seriously,” Jacob eyes you. “In the most gay way possible, I am looking respectfully.”

“What’s your workout routine?” Gregory asks you.

Happy to talk about anything other than work, you begin to list off the various leg exercises you do. Almost everyone is hanging onto your every word. At least that’s what it looks like. They’re all looking at you like you’re a star- all except the one you want to be looking at you: Melissa. She instead picking at her nails and sipping at her drink. The truth of it is, she is also listening to every word, and she’s beginning to get jealous of the way that everyone is ogling you and your legs. She doesn’t want that to show.

When you’re finished, she bites back a laugh. “Guess we skip arm days?”

“Don’t let the outfit fool you,” you chuckle. “My arms may look small, but they’re defined.”

“Compared to your legs,” she rolls her eyes.

“I could bench you,” you laugh back. “Heels and all.”

“Now that is something that I would love to see,” Barbara chuckles. She ignores the death glare your redheaded coworker sends her way.

“You will not,” Melissa states. “Not in this dress.”

“Maybe I’ll just do some bicep curls with you in my arms then,” you challenge her.

“I doubt you could,” she bites out. “Not with those chicken arms.”

You roll your eyes. “One of these days, you’ll see.”

“Sure I will.”

She continues to push your buttons throughout the night, and with the alcohol that you’ve taken in, she teases you.

“Couldn’t press me now, could you?”

“I could press you up against a wall,” you flirt shamelessly, liquid courage acting as your friend.

Her cheeks turn a violent shade of pink, and you grin.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you smirk. “I meant that I could squat against the wall and lift you up over my head.”

“That is not what you meant, and you know it,” she scolds you.

You shrug your shoulders innocently. “You’ll never know what I meant, now will you?”

After another round of drinks, she’s still teasing you. You finally decide that you want to put her incessant comments to and end. So, you sweep her off of her feet, heels and all. You make sure that her dress is appropriate before doing a few bicep curls with her in your arms.

She’s stunned, to say the least.

And then, with one little jerk, she’s up over your head. You bring her back down to your arms and hold her there.

“You ready to shut up yet?” you tease her, looking down at her lips.

Her eyes are wide and clearly impressed. She can’t even find the words right now.

“You ready?” you ask again.

She just nods her head, and you set her back down on her feet. You keep an arm around her until she’s found her footing again.

“That was really hot,” Jacob states. You jump slightly, not realizing he was there. “In the least creepy way possible. I had no idea you were that strong.”

“Most people don’t,” you chuckle as you down the rest of your drink. You wink at Melissa as you make your way over to the bar. “I got the next round. Another math-o-rita?”

She nods again as she makes her way back to your table. Barbara is sitting there with a smirk. “She put on quite the show.”

The redhead’s eyes linger on you as you stand at the bar and try to get the attention of the bartender. “Yeah,” she hums noncommittally.

“Girl, when are you just going to ask her out?” the kindergarten teacher asks.

That pulls Melissa out of her trance. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve seen the way you stare at her and the pep in your step when your kids have gym,” Barbara snorts. “Even in just her joggers and Abbott sweatshirt. You like her.”

“I mean, yeah… she’s a nice woman,” the second grade teacher tries to brush off her friend’s assumption.

“No, you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Melissa asks as she folds her arms over her chest. “There ain’t no way she would ever like me back.”

“She’s been practically drooling over you since she saw you in your swimsuit earlier today, and she’s currently buying you a drink,” Barbara laughs.

“We’ve bought each other drinks before.”

“But I don’t drool over you in a bathing suit, and I know you don’t drool over me,” the kindergarten teacher snorts. “Just ask her out.”

“Maybe when I’m sober,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

You start to make your way back over, and the redhead can’t help the way that she watches your hips sway.

“You’re drooling,” Barbara nudges her friend.

“Shut up,” Melissa laughs. She takes the drink that you offer her with a grin. The two of you raise your glasses in a toast before you link arms and chug.

You wipe the liquid that had made its way around your mouth with a chuckle. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll still be able to lift ya, no problem.”

You wrap your arm around her waist and squeeze her hip gently, the liquid courage once again taking over.

She blushes, but she quickly gets swept away by Derek, challenging her to yet another math-o-rita chugging challenge.

That leaves you and Barbara sitting at the table together.

“So,” the kindergarten teacher nudges you. “When are you gonna make a move on that redhead you were curling earlier?”

You raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

“When are you gonna ask her out? I heard you tell her you could press her up against a wall, and you and I both know you didn’t mean that in an innocent way,” she chuckles.

You shrug. “Maybe when I’m positive she likes me. I ain’t about to make a fool out of myself and then have to work with her.”

“I think she made it pretty clear she likes you with the way she’s been practically undressing you with her eyes all night,” the kindergarten teacher tells you. 

You laugh. “No she hasn’t.” When she raises a brow and hits you with the trademarked Barbara Howard look, you sigh. “Okay, maybe when we’re both sober… if I can ever work up the nerve.”

“Just give it some thought, sweetheart,” Barb tells you. “Melissa… she’s a tough cookie, but she’s got the biggest heart I know of, and as much as she tries not to, she wears it on her sleeve.”

You nod thoughtfully before smiling. “You think she’d say yes to a date with me?”

“No question,” your colleague tells you.

You think on it for a second, and you go to speak again- to tell Barbara that you might just ask her tonight- when you hear Melissa loudly calling your name.

“Hun! I need a cheerleader so I can absolutely kick Derek’s ass again!”

You look over in her direction and raise a brow, questionably.

“Please, babe!”

Oh, you know she’s so drunk. You can’t ask her out on a date, a serious one, when she’s as hammered as she is. You roll your eyes playfully but saunter over.

She slings an arm around your waist before she gets another drink. Without any hesitation, she chugs the entirety of it before Derek can finish even half of his. You’re impressed to say the least. After she slams down the empty glass to prove she’s finished, she kisses your cheek in celebration.

Not that either of you know it, but Barbara has a video of it.

It’s a bit longer before the two of you finally decide to retire to your rooms for the night… you’re both quite a bit intoxicated, and the redhead practically hangs off of you as you help her down the hall.

Of course, when you go to turn to your own room, she grabs your arm. “Come in?”

“Yeah, I can,” you tell her gently. “Just let me change, and I’ll be over.”

She gives you her best puppy dog eyes, but you insist. “Mel, I really don’t want to be in this dress longer than I have to be.”

“But you look… stunning.”

“While I appreciate the compliment, I would like to get comfortable.”

She relents and turns into her own room. When you knock on her door again, she’s still in her dress though, with the sweetest frown on her face.

“I can’t get out of this,” she tells you. “Stupid zipper.”

You enter her room before spinning her around gently. You unzip it with ease.

“Jeez, take me out on a date before you start undressing me,” she quips teasingly.

You see the opportunity in front of you, and you take it. “How about tomorrow at seven?”

“Only if you show up with those legs out again,” she flirts back.

“It’s a date.”

The two of you spend a few hours chatting and having a few more drinks in her room- beers she brought with her to pre-game before your really do head back to your room to get some much needed sleep.

As you pull the blankets around you, you smile to yourself. You know that she isn’t going to remember you asked her out tonight, but you think that you have the courage to do it again sober now.

The next morning comes, and Melissa comes out of her room with her hood up, sunglasses over her eyes, and she’s drinking Pedialyte through a straw as she wheels her luggage out.

You roll your eyes at her fondly. “Hey there,” you greet her, entirely too perky for her liking at this hour and in her state.

“How are you not dying?” she asks.

You smirk. “I didn’t have a chugging challenge with Derek last night.”

“Eh, worth it to keep my title,” she shrugs.

“You better rally for tonight. You have a date.”

“What?” she lowers her sunglasses so you can see the shock in her eyes.

You smirk. “You have a date… with me.”

The smiles that she breaks out into could light up all of Philly alone. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

With that, you leave her to continue to nurse the hangover for the car ride home with Barbara as you race off to check out of the hotel and head home. You have a date to plan.

Melissa waits down in the lobby for Barbara to finish packing up her weekend bags. When the kindergarten teacher comes over, the redhead, although clearly hungover, is deep in her own thoughts. 

“What’s got you looking like smoke is about to come out of your head this early in the morning?”

“I have a date with Y/N tonight.”

“About damn time,” Barbara smiles. “Let’s get you home so you can nurse that hangover and be ready for her.”

#melissa schemmenti fanfiction #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary

[astrozuya]

☆ SUNDAY MORNING — hong joshua.

⊹ . ♡ pairings. joshua x male!reader. fluff. 0.7k wc. warnings: established relationship. ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

you've always secretly thought of joshua hong as perfect. logically, you know that humans are messy and imperfect despite however they might appear on the surface, but looking at joshua, you just can't see it.

maybe it's the rose tinted glasses of budding love painting him in a different light, but to you, joshua could never be anything but perfect.

it's a thought that often crosses your mind when you think about your boyfriend, and it's one that presents itself now, as he emerges from the bedroom and stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, smiling sleepily at you.

his hair is fluffy and mussed up, his eyes and skin lit up golden by the sunlight, and when he mumbles out a quiet, "good morning, sweetheart," his voice is a little hoarse and sleepy, though it still has that honeyed quality to it that you've come to know and adore.

you're so lost in affection for him that it isn't until he sits down on the couch next to you that you realize you haven't replied. "good morning," you say quickly, still a little distracted by how pretty he looks. shua likes calling you 'pretty boy', but in your opinion, no one could ever, ever beat shua at being pretty. the word was made for him.

joshua smiles mischievously at you and pulls you onto his lap. his shirtless chest and arms are warm as they close around you. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and mumbles, "what were you thinking about that had you so lost in thought, hm?"

you glance up at him, taking in the warm tones of his skin, the rich brown hues of his eyes, the way the sunlight filtering in through the windows dances across the lines of his face. "you."

shua laughs, a little flustered, and takes your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours. "your flirting is too much for me, prince, i'm swooning."

the nickname is one shua often uses for you, but it still has you melting. you avert your eyes from his and glance instead at the soft material of his sweatpants. "you're one to talk."

joshua grins at that and relaxes into the couch, tightening his grip around you. when you try and get up he frowns and pulls you closer, whining, "no, stay. for a little longer, okay?"

"but shua, it's—"

"sunday morning!" then he adds, "time to relax and cuddle with me. if you try and move, i'll start singing—"

"please, no." you reply flatly. you love shua's voice, but you've gotten sick of hearing sunday morning. you've heard him sing it so many times you could sing it in your sleep. "shua, i have to get up."

"nooo," he whines playfully. "stay, and then i'll make us breakfast later."

you level him with a serious look. "pancakes?"

he nods back, equally serious. "pancakes. with syrup and fruit and everything."

"hmm." you tilt your head to the side playfully, as if considering the offer, even though you know that there's nothing you want more than to stay close to him for eternity. "...alright then."

shua smiles smugly and presses a kiss to your exposed neck. "you look good in my sweatshirt, by the way."

you hadn't even noticed you'd worn his sweatshirt. maybe it had something to do with the uncomfortable restlessness and thoughts running through your head that caused you to wake up early. you'd grabbed his clothes to wear almost unconsciously, seeking comfort in the familiar softness, and the safe scent of joshua's clothes— sunlight and his strawberry shampoo.

"sorry," you start to reply, only for him to cut you off. "it's fine, love. like i said, you look good in it."

"thanks." then you smile at him. "you look good without it."

he gasps dramatically, looking down first at his shirtless chest, then at your playful smile. "y/n, i said i couldn't handle your flirting, are you trying to kill me?"

"but you're a bigger flirt," you counter. he hums and rests his chin on your shoulder. "only with you."

your gaze flickers up to meet his, and he leans in, lips slightly parted, his eyes shimmering with desire.

you angle your head up and press your lips to his, and his hand goes to rest against your back.

it's fine, you suppose. the pancakes can wait.

notes: requested by @haocovr. this req was so cute omg, elio i hope i did ur request justice and that u liked this !!

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[babygorewhore]

Scars. Kai anderson Smut.

Requested by Anonymous!

You have two dark secrets. Both of them you try and keep behind closed doors. However, your boyfriend Kai, knows something is going on and is determined to find out what it is.

Warnings: DARK! Eating disorder. Self harm themes. Virgin! Reader! Oral! Male and female recieving. PnV! Spanking. Do not read if these themes make you uncomfortable! A bit of a slow burn.

You shoved another piece of food down your throat despite you feeling sick. Kai chatted aimlessly with one of his members. Something you still weren’t used too. Members. It was a cult. Something he frequently denied.

You had never had a boyfriend before, just a few infatuations here and there as you grew up. The relationship was a jump start. He first kissed you last month after only knowing you two days. He somehow knew you were inexperienced. A virgin. You grimaced at the word.

Nausea grew in your stomach and you got up quickly, rushing to the downstairs bathroom. Kai watched silently as you closed the door. You only had a few minutes, you stuck your fingers down your throat.

You gagged before the contents came up, emptying your stomach as you held the toilet. Afterwards, you scrubbed your mouth clean and rinsed with mouthwash. You glanced in the mirror. Your cheeks were puffy. It looked like you cried instead of making yourself sick.

You hated your body. Hated the way it looked in pictures. You mostly hated your stomach. You gathered the flesh in your hands, wishing you could just slice it off. Could you? You thought about what you brought with you to Kai’s house. You didn’t bring any blades with you, since you didn’t plan on staying more than a couple of days.

A knock sounded at the door and you quickly smoothed your clothes. Opening the door, you found Kai leaning against the frame. “You okay, doll?” He asked.

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Just a little nauseous.” Kai immediately held the back of his palm to your forehead. “Are you okay? You feel a little warm.” His eyes swept over your face and you leaned away. Nodding.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Um…where am I going to sleep?” You felt stupid for asking but you were nervous. Kai smirked at you as he grasped your hands together.

“With me, of course.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, lingering on the spot before he let go. “Upstairs. First room on the left. Get yourself comfortable. I’ll be up later.” He gave you another kiss before he turned around. You sighed in relief before going upstairs.

His bedroom was big, his bed made and everything was organized. Except for the drawings and notebooks all over his desk. You glanced around, paranoid he would come in at any second. You crept forward, lifting one small notebook up and you read the contents.

‘She’s always wearing long sleeves. Avoiding questions. I can tell she has things she’s hiding from me. I’ll get it out of her. Eventually.’ Your stomach plummets as you put the notebook back where it belongs.

He was suspicious. You had to be more subtle with it. You subconsciously wiped your mouth, trying to make sure nothing was leftover. You were growing hungry again. Given you never kept the contents of your meals down. Your stomach growled as you miserably laid on the bed.

You were tired. You hadn’t been home all day. You were hot, it was summer and you were in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. You ignored the sweat pooling on your forehead as you turned over.

Somehow you had drifted to sleep but you woke to the feeling of lips brushing your nose.

Your eyes opened slowly, you found Kai leaning above you, his face inches from yours. He smiled at you as you woke up, the blankets wrapped around your legs. “Kai?”

“Mmmm, sorry it’s so late. Baby.” Kai captured your lips in a heated kiss. His hand pulled you from the back of your head, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, inviting him in.

“Kai-“ You spoke, trying to pull your face away. But Kai kept kissing you, pulling your lower lip with his teeth. “Kai- I’m not ready for this-“ You protested as his hand settled low on your hips.

“Shhh. I know.” Kai said as he deepens the kiss. He settled inbetween your legs, kissing down your neck as he sloppily sucked your pulse point. His hand drifted to your stomach and you froze.

“Stop.” He paused, leaning up to look into your eyes.

“Something wrong?” He questioned. You shuffled out his hold and pulled your shirt down, hating that you remembered what he wrote.

“I’m not ready.” You repeated, smoothing back your hair. Kai pulled back and you dreaded the next couple of seconds but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I’m sorry, little lamb. I got carried away.” You gave him a small smile as he gave you another kiss.

“You’re so shy.” He chuckled and you looked away.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.” You sighed and he nodded. “I know that’s lame for someone my age.” You shrugged.

“It’s kind of hot. That no one else has gotten to do this.” Kai leaned forward to kiss you again. Pausing over your cheek. “It’s addicting. Kissing you.” He said.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” But he pulled away. Still holding your hand. “I really came in here to tell you. I’m going to be gone tonight. I have a message to send.”

“What kind of message?” You asked him.

“Mmmm. You’ll see. Soon,” He rubbed his nose against yours before exiting the bedroom.

When you turned on the news in the basement, two days later. You were shocked. A brutal slaughter of a couple. Stabbed to death. The smiley symbol. The same Kai was always drawing. You were cold as you realized how deep this really was.

You paced in the basement as the hours went by. He still wasn’t home. Your stomach burned from throwing up repeatedly today from stress.

Why could he be so soft with you, yet be such a brutal monster outside? The door opened. You looked but saw it was only samuels. Who sneered at you.

You couldn’t take it. The anxiety. The dread. None of it. You marched upstairs, to his bedroom before going to his bathroom. You opened the cabinets, relentless in your search before finding his unopened box of razor blades. It wouldn’t make a difference if you took only one. Just one would be enough to last you for a few days. Carefully tucking it back, you lifted up your scarred stomach.

You breathed heavily as you bit down on your shirt, wincing as the blade went across your skin. What you didn’t notice, was that Kai opened the door.

“Y/n!” He shouted and you jumped. Whipping around. Your eyes widened in horror as he rushed towards you. He yanked the razor out of your hand. Throwing it across the bathroom.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?” He snarled at you. You flinched back, intimidated by his anger. This wasn’t usually how he was towards you.

Kai went to lift up your shirt that was stained with blood but you leaned back, avoiding his hand. “Don’t.” You said.

Kai ignored your plea as he pulled your shirt up, revealing the new wound along with several old scars. You tried to shimmy away but he was stronger than you. As he held you still, his eyes raked all over your body. He pulled your shirt over your head, despite your protests.

He had never seen your body. Never outside of a oversized shirt. Leaving you in your bra. “Step out of your shorts.” He commanded. You shook your head wildly.

“I can’t do that.” He started to pull them down and you smacked his hands off.

“Stop it.” Tears welled in your eyes but you didn’t have any fight as he pulled back. Pointing to your shorts.

“Take them. Off.” He ground through his teeth. You shook as you got out of your shorts.

You were only in your bra and underwear. Exposing all of your secrets written on your body. Your stomach growled as he stared at you. You trembled as he reached forward, taking in your scars with his finger tips. You lowered your head.

“Mmm, my little innocent girl.” Kai tsked as he brought up your arm. His lips brushed against the biggest scar but you pulled back.

“What is going on? The way you run off to the bathroom. Hiding behind your clothes. This is it? You cut yourself?”

“It’s not just that! I-I don’t like myself.” You stuttered.

“What else? What else have you been doing?” Kai cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I- I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have a choice. Tell me. Right now. Or else you’re not getting these back.” He pointed to your discarded clothes.

“I throw up. I force myself to throw up after my meals.” Kai pales. Shaking his head, he cups your face.

“My little lamb, you’re in so much pain.” He cooes. “Is that why you don’t want me to see your body?”

You nod slowly, his thumbs rub circles over your cheeks before he leans back, taking in your figure. He spun you around slowly, before setting you straight before him. “You’re real pretty. You know that?”

You shook your head.

“It all makes sense now.” He said, his hands resting on your shoulders. “But you hurting yourself? It stops now.”

“What does that mean?” Kai wrapped his hands around your thighs, lifting you up, encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. You held onto him as he walked to the bed.

He laid you on your back, his hand trailing down your stomach over the scars. His knee separated your thighs, leaving you exposed. You looked at him with doe eyes, breathing heavily as his eyes devoured your body.

He leaned down, his lips lightly brushing against yours. You closed your eyes, ready for his kiss when you didn’t feel anything. You looked at him, he tossed over a long sleeved shirt to you. “You can wear this. I have some matters to discuss with my members. We can continue this…later.”

That was a few days ago. He locked the sharp objects away, as much as you hated it. And made you sit with him for at least twenty minutes after you ate. Something he no doubt read about online. But you boiled over at the loss of privacy. But that meant he cared. Right?

But one thing changed. You wanted him to take you. Despite your nervousness. You wondered if he was doing it on purpose. The lingering touches. The fleeting kisses. Everything. You wanted more. Craved him. It was a game. You knew that. But yet…you couldn’t help but wonder. How good would it feel? He was way more experienced. Something he talked about when you first met. So, in the meantime while he spent hours slaving away to his cause, you fantasized about him. Even dreaming about what it would be like. To feel his fingers inside you. For him to lower his mouth…down…down…but would he? He had seen your scars. Found out your deepest secret.

“Y/n.” You lifted your head, not noticing everyone was gone from the basement.

“Come here. I want to ask you a few things.” Kai was sitting at the table. The infamous pinky swear. Something you had seen, but never partook.

You sat across from him, and he extended his hand. Pinky up. You joined your fingers and he looked deep into your eyes.

“Tell me. What is your deepest desire?” You bristled. Knowing the answer. But you were embarrassed to say.

“And make sure you tell me the truth.” He added.

“My deepest desire is…to feel you.” You said sheepishly.

“I still touch you. You do feel me.” Kai said to you.

“Not in that way.” You whispered. “I mean…I want you to touch me. More intimately .”

“You want me to fuck you?” Kai still gripped your finger. You wanted to faint at his brass wording.

“Yeah-yeah I do-“

“Why now? You told me you weren’t ready.” His tone was still serious but you sensed a slight tease in his words.

“I-I wasn’t. But now…I think I am?” Kai nodded before glancing down at your lips.

“I want to fuck you.” Kai tells you simply. “I want to splay you out, right here. Right now. Get you on your knees like the good little slut you are. Watch you take me whole. Cover your face with my cum.” Your heart hammered as Kai tightens his grip on your finger and leans forward.

“But, I think you want to know also, what I would do for you? Isnt that right, little lamb?”

“Yeah.” You squeak. Kai loosens his hand and motions for you to come closer.

You do and he looks down at your lips. “I’ve been curious about what that wet, tight pussy tastes like. You know. The way your clenching your thighs together. Trying to make sure you’re not so wet? Is that what you’re doing?” You couldn’t answer as you watched him dart his eyes at your pants.

“You-you want that?” You asked him, still insecure of your body.

Kai narrows his eyes at you. “You think I care about scars?”

“They’re ugly. Why would you want to fuck someone like me?” Your question hung in the air for several seconds before Kai licked his lips.

“Mmmm. Scars are personal. They tell me things about a person. They tell me about pain. Suffering. And if there’s both of that, then that means I can show you how good it feels to feel my tongue between those legs. Why it’s so worth it to fuck someone no matter what you look like because at the end of the day,” Kai breaks the contact and settles his hand across your neck. “I want to make you scream. Beg. Crawl, suck. Are you going to be a good girl, and listen to me?” His voice grows quieter as he continues and your slick grows.

“Yes. Divine ruler.” The name came out of you without warning and Kai lurches forward, smashing his lips to yours in an rough kiss. You half moan half squeal as he yanks you into his lap, setting you right on his hard dick.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on the strands as he breathed you in, his own fingers pressing against your back as his clothed cock dug into you. You both moaned into each others mouths, he drove his erection harder into you as you felt his teeth pull on your lower lip. As if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Kai tapped your leg, signaling you to get down and you did, stopping mid kiss and he guided you on your knees. “Fuck, this is even better than I thought. You look so eager to please me, aren’t you little lamb?” He cooed and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

You nodded as he stripped down to his grey boxers. His cock hard, evident in front of your face. You licked your lips as he slowly peeled them down over his thighs, his red tip was leaking with precum as he gently stroked his length. “Open your mouth, princess.” He encouraged you and you obeyed him.

His coated tip ran across your tongue, as you hallowed your cheeks, sucking softly at him. He started thrusting his pelvis into your mouth, his tip reaching further and further to the back of your throat. He set his hand steadily on your head, gripping your hair as your eyes weld with tears at the salty taste. You sucked him, then ran your tongue over him and he lulled his head back groaning.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Kai praised you. “You sure you haven’t done this?” You breathed out of your nose as your knees pressed on ground.

He went to your throat, causing you to gag uncomfortably and you tried to pull off. He held you, still thrusting as you couldn’t breathe normally. Finally, he released you and you doubled over. You wiped your chin as he shuddered, climaxing by finishing himself off with his hand. “Mmmm. You looked so fucking good choking on it.” Kai crooked his finger. “Lay down, open your legs for me.” He commanded.

You followed orders, laying on your back as you separated your knees. Kai crawled to you, looking at you with hungry eyes. “How does it feel? Seeing me on my knees for you?”

Kai wasted no time pulling off your pants and underwear, exposing your slick pussy. He brought you closer to his mouth by your hips, laying his tongue flat against your pussy. Your breath hitched as he kitten licked your clit, warmth pooling over you as he licked up and down before pressing his tongue inside. Your head laid back on the floor as he devoured you, taking every ounce of wetness with his mouth, his hand kept you from jerking your hips too much.

Pleasure grew in your belly, tightening in your lower half as he continued. He pressed two big fingers against your entrance, curling them deep inside. Reaching a delicate spot inside you. Snuggly fit in you. You moaned as sweat pooled at your forehead.

“I can’t- take it- I’m gonna-“

“Cum. I want you to cum all over my face.” He instructed before quickening the pace of his tongue.

You released then, rolling your pelvis up as you grew wetter, it trailed down your thighs. Your legs trembled as he pulled away, wiping your slick off his chin.

“Aw, your legs are shaking. Did it feel that good?” He teased.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say. Kai settled inbetween your legs, his heavy cock lining up with your pussy. He pushed the tip inside, you gasped at the sensation as he leaned down, pressing further as he sloppily kissed your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kai breathed as he rutted against you, hands pining your wrists down.

You winced at the pressure inside you, it hurt because of his size but he showed no sign of slowing down. You wanted to reach down to your clit but he hands trapped yours tightly.

“I’m gonna need to go faster.” He grunted and you nodded, thankful that Kai released one of your hands, his own thumb reaching to rub circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back as a greater wave of pleasure came, much bigger than before.

He increased his pace, his face buried in your neck. “Fuck.” His movements grew sloppy and your nails dug into his shoulders.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you said to him and he circled faster.

He gave one last thrust before he stilled, you felt your own release collide with his as warmth spread through you. And you thanked yourself that you went on birth control. Kai pulled out of you and gave you another kiss.

“You feel so fucking good.” He laid next to you, laying a smack on your ass. You gasped at the contact.

“next time you need pain, you’re gonna let me know. And I’ll make sure to pull you over my knee.” You reached forward to grab his hand and he interlaced fingers together.

“Did my scars bother you?” You asked him.

“No. But I’m still not going to let you do that.” He promised before bringing your knuckles to his lips.

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Not All That Glitters Is Gold Part 2

Hello! Welcome to part two of my omegaverse. Just a heads up. This chapter is a bit dark. Trigger warning for sex trafficking. Not Steve. This was a way for me to show how well tuned Steve is too his clients.

Part 1

***

Steve packed his bag and stood up to see Robin waiting for him.

“You ready to go?” she asked, holding out her hand for his bag.

He handed it to her. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

They walked out to the waiting car. Once inside Robin asked, “Here’s your phone. The word for you being in danger is kitten. The word for spontaneous heat is catnip. And the word for bonding talk and contract buying is tower.”

Steve took the small flip phone. He had his own smart phone, but those weren’t allowed anywhere near clients. The last thing a Starcourt omega needed were crazed alphas stalking them. He handed her his. She slipped it into her purse.

“Just go a message from Dillon’s PA,” she said, looking at her phone, “he has just gone into pre-rut. Fever, irritability, and mood swings.”

Steve sighed. He liked to get there before that happened. “Did he start early?”

Robin sent off a message and moments later she growled at the response. “Apparently not. Apparently, he didn’t want you there for pre-rut and lied.”

He growled too. “Put him on the black list and tell his PA if he so much as twitches wrong during this, I’m leaving.”

She nodded. “I’ll also let management know. There’s a reason for omegas to be there during the pre-rut and that’s the safety of the omega. If he can’t follow a simple rule like that, what other rules is he going to break?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think I should pull out?”

Robin thought about it a moment. “It’s up to you. One lie isn’t a deal breaker per se. Lots of alphas do stupid shit the first time because they think they’re impressing you.”

Steve nodded. “There is something about this lie that makes me itch, though.”

“So pull out,” she said. “If you’re getting the skin crawlies, don’t go into something you can’t get out of.”

He thought about it all the rest of the trip, until they pulled up in front of the building.

“I think I’m going to go in anyway,” he murmured. “It could be as you said before about it just being fragile alpha ego or it could be a clusterfuck. But the only way to find out for sure is if I meet the client.”

Robin patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve got good instincts, Steve. I’ll back you up in whatever way you need.”

“Right,” Steve said, tapping his lip. “Stay with the car until I text you.”

She nodded again. “Roger that!”

Steve smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze of reassurance. “Alphas are stupid. I’m glad I never have to deal with them outside of work.”

Robin laughed. “I know, right? But we’re here now. Go show that loggerhead who’s boss.”

Steve grabbed his bag and kissed her cheek. When he got out onto the pavement he looked up at the high rise penthouse. Dillon’s wasn’t the top suite, but he wasn’t near the bottom either.

The doorman stopped him at the door with a critical eye on what he was wearing. All of Steve’s clothes were designer, but comfortable and something he didn’t care about being ripped off him. The Victoria’s Secret PINK sweatshirt he’d cut into a croptop was paired with baggy sweatpants that fuck on the ass and power on one leg and bottom on the other.

Steve just cocked his head to the side. “Dillon Forrest is waiting for me, doll.”

The doorman was about bluster something about not letting in the trash when Dillon’s PA came bursting through the door.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” she said. “His pre-rut is progressing faster than usual!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s why the omega needs to be there before any of that shit goes down.”

She sighed. “I know, I tried to tell him, but he said it was fine. He had a meeting this morning that he didn’t want to put off.”

Steve sighed. Ego. Especially alpha ego was the worst.

He looked back over at the doorman who was opening and closing his mouth like a guppy fish.

When Steve raised an eyebrow suddenly he was spewing apologies and stuttering excuses.

“Take me in,” Steve told the PA, completely ignoring the doorman.

She nodded and led him to penthouse. It was bright and sunny. And that was a problem. His client was on the sofa practically shaking from the pre-rut symptoms.

He found the remote to the shades and closed them, casting the room into dim light. Immediately the twitchy actor breathed out a sigh of relief.

The PA’s eyes narrowed at the drastic change in behavior.

“You act like this is your first rut,” Steve snapped, pulling out a bottle of water from his bag.

Dillon and his PA exchanged a glance and Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Steve growled. “How long were you on suppressants?”

Dillon blushed, looking away then back up at the PA. “Since I presented when I was sixteen.”

“And you’re twenty-two now?”

Dillon nodded. Again he avoided looking at Steve and kept looking at the PA like she was in charge, not him.

Steve looked around and put his hands on his hips as he pursed his lips.

“This is a completely different situation then the one that was presented to the company,” Steve bit out. “I have to call my handler.”

He pulled out the phone and called Robin. He explained everything to her as he eyed Dillon and his PA. There was something off about the whole situation. The PA kept her eyes on Dillon, her fingers drumming on her arm, both arms crossed in front of her chest.

Steve listened to Robin, tilting his head further and further as he watched the two them.

“Kitten,” he said. “I think I left something in the car, I’ll be down to grab it okay?”

The PA frowned and stepped forward. “What did you forget?”

“It won’t take long,” Steve murmured, not bothering to answer her. There was a knock on the door and he went to answer it.

“Oh good you’re here,” he said with relief and then quickly closed the door behind them.

“Run!” he whispered to Robin.

She grabbed his hand and opened both elevators and got in one and told Steve to get in the other and go to the first floor and then down the stairs.

Steve nodded. Once in the elevator he called her.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked, panic rising her voice.

“I think Dillon was raised in sex trafficking ring,” he explained, “and you need to send someone to get him out of there now.”

Each omega had their own driver. Big, burly fellows for fending off large crowds of fans or very persistent alphas. And like extreme cases like this where they needed two pairs of hands, the handler and driver would work together to keep their omega safe.

Steve driver was a man named Xander Poulson and had been with Steve since the beginning. Robin had hand picked him and they relied on him for everything when Steve was on the job.

Robin opened her mouth to ask for particulars but closed it, messaging the driver to get Dillon out that suite instead. “All right, Xander will meet us at the car in five minutes.”

After that everything just happened so fast. Dillon sat listlessly between Robin and Steve as Xander sped away.

“How did you know he was in danger?” Robin asked as she rapid fire texted Starcourt management.

Steve ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair softly and the alpha sighed. “He was about to experience his first rut with an escort after having been on suppressants for six years.”

Robin looked down at the now almost delirious actor. “Shit. The only reason for an alpha to be on suppressants was if they were a danger to omegas.”

“Or if they being forced to have sex with other alphas,” Steve muttered darkly.

Dillon whimpered.

“Your flat is being set up for a first rut,” Robin said. “Management is okay with him being there because he’s too out of it to know where he is.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure he could trust anything in the dossier considering most of what they now knew was a lie. “Shit Robin, I can’t even scent him! He smells duller than a beta.”

Robin frowned. “I’ll have a doctor sent over as well.”

They arrived back at Steve’s building and were quickly ushered in. The doctor saw to him first and administered medicine and tranquilizer to put him to sleep for a couple of hours to try and equalize the rut.

*

Dr Sam Owens, Robin, and manager, Jim Hopper were standing with Steve in his living room.

“Do you think you would have been harmed?” Hopper asked gruffly.

Steve shook his head. “I think they forced the rut because of what happened with his scent. I think they were hoping to jump start it so that he could be pimped out to omegas. But they couldn’t have it be any omega, they had to have someone who could gently see him through it.”

Dr Owens shook his head. “It wouldn’t have worked. He was too far gone. If you hadn’t acted as quickly as you did, there’s a good chance he would have destroyed his secondary gender when he came out the rut.”

Steve just shook his head.

“I just want to know how long they’ve been controlling him,” Robin hissed.

Hopper shook his head. “Dillon was a child actor, there is no telling how long they’ve had their claws in him.”

“Do we know anything about the ring he was being trafficked in?” Dr Owens asked Hopper.

“I’ve spoken to the FBI and INTERPOL, they have a pretty good idea which one it is,” Hopper growled. “The Upside Down, run by Henry Creel. And if Dillon willing to give them information they can probably take it down for good.”

“That’s a relief,” Robin said.

Hopper turned to Steve. “How did you know he was being trafficked?”

Steve blushed and rocked back on his heels. “No hot shot alpha actor was going to defer to their PA not unless it was a relation. Plus there was the fact she never introduced herself. Add to that all the lying about what it was and how little they both knew about ruts, it just really couldn’t be anything else.”

“You did good, Steve,” Hopper said. “You saved that man’s life and may have just taken down one of the biggest sex rings on the North American continent.”

“I was just doing what I do best,” Steve said, “take care of alphas in need. That’s what rut servicing is at it’s core, after all.”

“Well, I’m going to want to keep this hush hush,” Hopper said. “At least as far as the company is concerned. I don’t want to paint a target on your back.”

“I’ve already begun the scrubbing process regarding their files and contract with us,” Robin said. “The process should be done in two hours.”

“Good.”

“How long until he wakes up?” Steve asked Dr Owens.

Dr Owens looked at his watch. “In about an hour.”

Steve nodded. “That should give me plenty of time to get ready.”

He excused himself and went into the bedroom.

“That was not how wanted to spend my morning,” Hopper growled.

“I feel you, boss,” Robin agreed. “I wanted to pull out of the job when we were in the car, but Steve sensed something else was going on right away.”

Hopper nodded. “He isn’t our highest paid omega by a long shot, but he is the best.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Dr Owens said.

“Well, gentlemen,” Robin said, stowing away her laptop. “You really don’t want to be here when the fucking starts.”

Dr Owens and Hopper made faces and allowed themselves to be ushered out of Steve’s apartment.

Robin went through and made sure that the fridge was stocked to her specifications and then locked the door behind her.

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Hello!!!! Can I req hobie x innocent fem reader where hobie is spending the night at her place and and the reader randomly gets up in the middle of the night at like 3am and just literally leaves and goes to the store 😭 and hobie doesn't even know so he has a whole heart attack looking for her and when he eventually finds her he's like all mad and angry since she pulled a "stunt" and maybe he even makes her cry...but eventually makes her feel better....(sorry I just love torturing myself with sad things). Well if you do write this could it be like...hm i don't know how to explain this but things were "normal" then to angst and then to fluff or comfort idrk. I really look forward to reading stuff from you!! Very excited :) have a nice night.

stop this is actually so cute 😭 also i get the whole “torturing myself with sad things” so dw! hope u enjoy <3

❣️ don’t ever do that shit again!

parings: hobie brown x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: angst to comfort, sfw, hobie is a little mean in the middle lmao

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you heard hobie hum in his sleep, a deep, soothing tone.

hobie couldn’t spend time without you. it was just as simple as that. so, what better way to keep you all to himself than stay the night at your place?

hobie was sprawled out on the queen-sized bed, his lips parted. his chest lifted with every relaxed breath, a steady rhythm.

you were simply observing him before you left to pick up some things from the 24/7 store. i mean, who doesn’t get midnight cravings? you were just going out for a few minutes, nothing to worry about.

you got out of your temporarily shared bed to put on a sweatshirt over your tank top, you knew to expect the rush of cold air when you went outside. leaving your bedroom, you reached for your apartment keys, knowing the store was just around the corner.

you laughed to yourself when you remembered what happened last time you went to the corner store. hobie had stole borrowed some blueberry jam, thinking it was your favorite spread, but returned it the second you found out your favorite spread was nutella. you bit your lip to keep from waking up your boyfriend, remembering the shock and regret on his face when you had said the news.

the door clicked as you locked it as down the stairs you went, on your way to the store to get some late-night snacks.

you had no idea the panic that would set in soon after.

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hobie tossed and turned on his stomach in his half-awaken form, expecting a body to stop him from rolling off the bed.

his body instead fully rolled over, as he found himself now on his back, dumbfounded.

he immediately shot up, his ears ringing. what happened? did someone kidnap you and he was to busy sleeping to notice?

all the worst possibilities and situations ran through his head, each one getting even worse and more gruesome. he finally threw the bed covers of his body, only wearing a dark blue crop top and his boxers. he jumped off his side of the bed, frantic.

he briefly put on a random pair of sweatpants he found on the floor, not sure if it was yours or his. but at moment it didn’t matter, all that mattered in his mind was you.

“bloody fuckin’ hell..” he muttered to himself in fear, thinking about where on earth you could’ve disappeared to. he finally decided on running around town, every single corner of it. he didn’t even think of calling you on your cell. after all, you probably didn’t even have access to it since you randomly disappeared during the dead of night, right?

he was 100% false.

while hobie was running around the neighborhood looking like a lunatic, you were humming a tune to yourself as you browsed through different chips on the store shelf. so maybe you had spend a while looking at snacks, so what? there were a lot of options!

a sudden ding! sound rang in your ears, signaling another customer had entered the shop. this didn’t concern you in the slightest, as you resumed humming, oblivious to the fact that hobie was next to the snacks and chips aisle, making his way towards you.

“oh fuck, there you are!” his voice louder with each word, walking quickly towards you.

“hobie, what are you-“ you were cut off with an angry outburst.

“what were you even thinking? he whispered through his teeth, his hand gripping your forearm.

“oh, i was just hungry!” you explained happily, showing off your snacks.

he sighed as his grip on your forearm tightened, pulling you toward the front of the store to pay.

“go on.” hobie nodded almost silently. you paid for the food quietly, saying a ‘thank you’ to the employee before hobie pulled you away outside and letting you having.

“i can’t believe you?! are you fucking serious? do you know how dangerous it is at night? i was worried SICK.” he shouted angrily, moving his hands around frantically. “you really don’t realize how careless you can be, do you?”

you went silent, shocked at his sudden outburst. “i’m sorry..” was all you could let out. you could feel the tears stinging your eyes. a lump formed in your throat as you tried to hold back the sob that was beckoning forward. you knew if you didn’t walk away soon you would burst into tears, deciding to briskly walk past hobie in the direction towards your apartment.

hobie stiffened as you walked away. “hey! where d’ya think you’re going?” he shouted to you, but you stayed silent. if you even let one sound out, you were going to let all hell break loose.

hobie sighed before he swiftly walked back to you. “look, love. i was just upset, i swear i didn’t mean none of tha’” he explained with an almost silent voice.

you shook your head. “i get it. i shouldn’t have went out without telling you.” you looked over at him to see his face illuminated by the moonlight. you noticed you had arrived at the apartment.

“no.” hobie simply said, putting both hands on either one of your shoulders. you turned your head up to look at him, his expression filled with sincerity. “you know i didn’t mean a single word i said, right?” he asked, his voice in a higher pitch than usual. he couldn’t lose you. he wouldn’t lose you.

you stayed silent, unable to answer. you simply had nothing good to say. you had thought he meant every word, but his apology had made you doubt your thoughts.

“you’re amazing, love. don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise, yeah?” he tilted your chin up to look at him, his voice dripping with guilt. “load of shit, what i said. you’re perfect.” he smiled at the last word before planting a long kiss on your forehead, his lip ring cooling your skin.

you chuckled lightly before giving him a small smile, looking up at him.

“i think you’re pretty perfect too, hobie,” you giggled, “now let’s head to bed, i’m finished.”

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this isn’t my best work i’m so sorry 😭 but i had a lot of fun writing the angst, i’ve never really wrote it at all :)

thanks for reading!! ⭐️

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[bitchinbarzal]

Already Pregnant | Nico & Mama — Life of Iris

warning: smut 18+ ONLY

It was completely innocent. You’d woken up in the morning and noticed the bump was bigger and decided to send a picture to Nico and show him.

The picture was you, side on in your wardrobe mirror. Your sweatpants were lowered to rest below the bump and you had nothing on top, your breasts bare while your hand cupped the bottom of your bump and the other took the photo.

The merely innocent image had Nico’s cock pressed tight against his suit trousers as they took off from Calgary. While you were intending to show him your growing baby boy he noticed other things; how your nipples were hard, how your boobs had also grown along with your belly, the belly currently growing your second baby.

He simply replied to the text

in love with you.

You looked at his message contently, rubbing your bump and mumbling “Daddy’s coming home”

Nico arrived just after dinner, coming through the door and announcing “where’s my girl?”

You looked up from your pasta bowl “Iris is at the Barzal’s for the night”

He softened looking at your state “Not the girl I was talking about but that’s good to know”

You took that opportunity to stand on the couch, arms out for him to whisk you off the seat and twirl you round as you placed kisses on his face “I missed you”

He groaned “I missed you so much more baby”

When he placed you back on the floor you pulled up your sweatshirt to show him the bump “Look! I’m huge!”

“I got your picture” he mumbled, hand cupping the bottom of the bump “You look so good Schatzi”

You can hear the sultry in his voice when he calls you by that nickname.

You laugh it off, just your boyfriend flirting with you a little bit. He didn’t want to sleep with you, the two of you hadn’t had sex since your early pregnancy you were sure he wasn’t finding you attractive while pregnant.

The two of you sat watching tv, eating dinner and Nico’s hand stayed firmly grasping your upper thigh. You caught his hand sliding up your thigh further and further every so often.

You went to bed first, awfully tired as of late and Nico joined you soon after finishing his tapes.

You were just wearing his sweatshirt and some underwear to bed as you had been lately, the rest of you bare to increase comfort in your swollen state.

You felt him slip into the bed, the mattress dipping before his hand reached around you to rest on the bottom of your belly.

You snuggled closer into his chest and mumbled “love you, night”

However, Nico had other plans. You felt the fingers that had been caressing your belly just moments prior begin to travel down your body, slipping into your panties with ease and finding your clit to rub soft and delicate circles into the bundle of nerves.

With the contact you jolted a little “Nico-“

“Shh baby” he pressed a kiss behind your ear and whispered “I’ve got you”

You sigh contently, leaning in closer to his chest and enjoying the feeling. He continued to flutter kisses on your neck and nip at your ear lope.

“You look so pretty schatzi, those pictures you sent me”

“You like them?”

He groans lowly just thinking about them “You’re perfect baby, you always look so gorgeous growing our babies… you’re my perfect woman”

His finger had travelled from your clit to inside of you now, his thumb replacing it on your bundle of nerves. You were letting out little puffs of air, not quite moans but he knew you were being pleasured.

He couldn’t quite reach around your body to get deep enough so he sits up, planting himself between your legs with a dopey smile. Swiftly, he yanks your panties down your legs and they’re disregarded across the room while he sits you up to take off his sweater you’re wearing.

Your hand grabs his hair as he kisses your belly all the way up over your breasts to your lips. When he pulls away from your lips you smile softly

“Hi baby”

“I love you, schatz”

Nico watches contently as your face turns from admiration to pleasure in a second, the hand that wasn’t holding him up to hover over you worked it’s way between your folds, the squelching of your wetness filling the room.

He smirks “You were so wet for me baby”

You nod breathlessly “Oh god, Nico!”

He begins sucking on your neck, biting and nipping at your skin while slowly making his way down to your breasts. This time around they were so sensitive, the slightest movement had you clenching your legs as to not be weird about it. But Nico was using that to his full advantage tonight.

His tongue swirled around the bud once before he blew puffs of cold air onto it making you stutter in your breaths.

“Neeks please!” You yelped, overwhelmed with the sensations coming over your body. He now had two fingers inside of you, curling up at his knuckle to hit that sweet spot inside of you while his thumb pressed into your clit and his mouth played with your boobs.

You were already a moaning mess beneath him, panting and groaning at all of his touches. You felt it then, that coil inside your belly winding up with every curl of his fingers.

“Ni- I’m gonna, baby please, I’m gonna cum” you cried, trying to push him away. This was the first time you two had sex in over two months and you didn’t want it to be over in two minutes.

You watched him pop up from his place on your breasts, breathless “Come for me baby girl”

You screwed your face tight “No! No, I want you inside-“

He chuckled, kissing you silent “Who said you were only cumming once?”

That was it. The way his voice was so deep, how he had such control over you, you came on his fingers. He coaxed you through it gently, peppering kisses across your face while he whispered sweet words to you.

“My beautiful girl”

Your hands rested on either side of Nico’s face and you stared up at him “I wanna ride you”

His eyes went wide and he stuttered “You’re sure?”

Nodding you sat up, gesturing him to lay on his back “So sure, you deserve it babe”

He did as told and lay down on the bed, his hands running up and down your sides as you made yourself comfortable after taking off his pyjama pants.

You climb on top of him, taking a moment to hold your lower back in pain. Then it hits you, you look silly.

You’re on top of your boyfriend, you look huge, you’re out of breath and he’s probably not even attracted by it.

Nico can see your brain moving at a million miles a minute. He grabs your hands and squeezes them

“Hey sweet stuff? What’s going on?”

You look at him “I just… this is stupid I look like a whale!”

Nico’s face softens and for a moment he watches you battle with yourself in your head.

In one swift movement, his hands on your back he flips you over so he’s back hovering over you

“Neeks-“

He doesn’t say anything instead he lines himself up with you and pushes in deep, rendering you speechless. His cock is thick and it hurts just a little bit but the pleasure outweighs the pain at this point.

Your thighs are on either side of his waist and being used to hold as he drives into you. You’re screaming out in pleasure, Nico’s sure he hasn’t ever heard you this loud in all of your years together.

You’re repeating his name like it’s some sort of mantra. Somehow he’s even more turned on than he was before.

His thumb finds its way back to your clit and creates small circles to help you find that edge once more. Nico smirks has your face contorts into every shade of pleasure possible.

“You’re so close babygirl, I can feel it. How about we just-“ his thrust was hard, knocking the wind out of you.

You came. You felt the white hot rush over your body and you shivered in the best way. The strangled moan you let out was all you could summon.

The two of you were still and silent for a moment until Nico said

“I have died and gone to heaven” before collapsing onto the bed next to you while you felt him dripping down your leg and onto the bedsheet.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and said “C’mon let’s get you washed and I’ll change the sheets”

You got yourself cleaned up while he changed the bed sheets and changed his pyjamas before stepping back out in hopes of going to bed.

You stopped by your mirror, the one from this morning and lifted your sweatshirt to see the bump you’ve become so obsessed with.

Nico watched before joining you, behind you holding onto it too.

“Our sweet boy” you whispered and he kissed the back of your skull

“This family, it’s everything I’ve prayed for”

#nico and mom #Nico and mama #life of Iris

[adoreeenina]

I wanna be yours - Ch. 11

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

I know I told @zzedah I’ll post on Monday but I finished early. I apologize I took longer than I normally do. Please give me feedback, it’s very much appreciated. I love reading your comments.

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“You just gave back my tweng and you expect me to change back into your ugly sky people clothing?” You pinch the sweatshirt between your thumb and forefinger, holding it aloft like it was a dead animal. Sadly this one you can’t rip it to your liking since it belongs to Quaritch.

Ardmore begrudgingly allowed the recoms have 3 days off since arriving back from their trip to the Hallelujah Mountains, it took some convincing from Quaritch of course.

Since this whole ordeal, they’ve been at the forest for almost four months, trying to adjust to their Na’vi natural elements, and wanted time to relax even if it’s only for a while before they go back to work.

You’re standing in the middle of their room, Quaritch standing in front of you holding a pair of black spandex shorts out to you. Lyle is sitting on his bed with elbows on his knees, and Spider next to him, watching TV, wearing sweatpants and a shirt. You still don’t know how they convinced him to change. They most likely bribed him, you just can’t prove it.

“They’re aren’t ugly” Lyle mumbles quietly next to you, obviously took offense.

“To me they are” Lyle stands up from the bed to walk to your side.

“Watch it” Lyle reach his hand out and tickles your sides. You slap his hand away with a giggle.

“Stop it” you pout up at him, he smirks down at you.

“Listen darlin” Quaritch interrupts to catch your attention, “we’ll be here for 3 days, it gets cold in here at times. I know for sure you’ll freeze with that on” he gestures a hand to your half exposed figure.

Quaritch been trying to convince you to get dressed. It’s true what he says when it gets cold at Bridgehead but it’s only the half truth. It’s also because he caught the others from the unit undressing you with their eyes, basically eye fucking you, even the humans. And he’s no better than them, he even caught Lyle standing behind you to catch a glimpse, claiming it’s to make sure you don’t make a run for it. But Lyle forgets Quaritch knows him as much he does him.

“No, I won’t” you say defensively, almost like you jinxed it, your body shiver and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to obtain warmth. “Maybe.”

Quaritch smirks as he tosses the shorts and sports bra at you. “Change”

“Fine” you reluctantly agreed, “but I won’t like it and I’ll complain the entire time” you pout. The two recoms couldn’t hold back a smile, finding your reaction adorable.

“We’ll be in the gym, baby. It’s the door at the end of the hall on your left” you nod at Lyle.

“Spider, let’s go” Quaritch calls for Spider. Spider wanted to watch TV a little longer but also wanted to see the recoms train.

“I’m coming” Spider slides off the bed. Quaritch opens the door and lets Spider out first, he follows right behind him, Lyle stays behind and looks at you.

“You okay, baby?” He questions. The question took you by surprise. Lyle’s been worried about you, he hates seeing you with that damn collar around your neck, it’s just reminds him what you’re supposed to be.

“Yeah, I’m okay” you smile reassuringly at him. Lyle nods but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Okay” he echoes with a sigh, “I’ll leave you to it” with that, he leaves the room for you to change, the the door ajar.

You sigh as you tug on the collar. You untie your loincloth and place it on Lyle’s bed along with your top. You slide the shorts on, already hating it, feeling the shirts a little tight around your thighs and hips. You groan as you aggressively grab the sports bra and put it on, also feeling a little tight around your breast but not it’s not uncomfortable, grabbing the sweatshirt from the bed, you tug it on, it’s practically drowning you in Quaritch strong scent filling up your nostrils. The sweater covers your hands and reaches to your mid thighs, hiding your shorts. Almost giving the illusion you’re not wearing any unless you reach your arms up over your head.

You untie your songcord from your loincloth, and gather your braids back and tie your songcord to tie your braids into a ponytail. The songcord drapes down your back, longer than your hair.

After changing, you leave the room and close the door behind you. You wander down the hall. It's really quiet here with everyone out, so it's not hard to trace the sounds coming from one of the rooms. You take a look in and find Quaritch and Lyle fighting with each other. Training obviously but, given the fact that they both have the same strength and agility, they are able to go hard without fear of hurting each other. You watch from the doorway as they maneuver around each other, taking swings and dodging with impressive speed. It's actually cute to watch them, because despite the fact that they are literally fighting each other, they're laughing and smiling the entire time.

The others are surrounding the makeshift ring, making bets. Spider cheering them both on.

"Baby?” Lyle says, finally noticing you leaning against the door frame.

You don't get a chance to respond before Quaritch kicks Lyle’s legs from under him and then places a hand on his chest, slamming him down onto the ground. Even you flinch at the impact.

Quaritch then turns to you with a victorious smile. "Hey sweetheart”

Half of the unit groans seeing Lyle lose as the other half cheers as they take the money that they earned.

You bring your hand up to your mouth to try and hide the smile. "Hey guys." You say as you look at Lyle still trying to recover from the hit.

Lyle looks over at Quaritch, clear annoyance on his face. "I hate you."

You laugh as you shake your head at them.

“No you don’t” Quaritch says as he reaches his hand out to him, pulls him up and gives him a clap on the shoulder, “we both know this isn’t the first time I push you on your back” Quaritch whispers into Lyle’s ear. Lyle eyes widen feeling his breath tickle his ear.

“Y/n!” Spider excitably runs up to you. “Check it out. I won this thing”

“What is it?” You look at the small blue device in his hands.

“It’s an IPod” Lopez walks next to Spider, “you could listen to music and watch movies on it”

“You hear that? I could watch movies without the computer” you smile at Spider obvious excitement.

“I’m guessing it was yours” you turn to look at Lopez. Who sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah he bet on Lyle” Spider teases with a victorious smirk. It looks so similar to Quaritch, there’s no mistake who his father is.

“Want next match, mami?” Lopez looks down at you with the cockiest of grins.

“Kicking your ass once wasn’t enough for you” Lyle walks towards you with his hands in his shorts pockets.

“I don’t know” you shake your head. You’re not really in a mood to spar with anyone.

“C’mon darlin. Scared?” Quaritch stands next Lyle with arms crossed. He’s obviously trying to tease you to take up the challenge. And it’s working. One thing you’re known for back at High Camp is you don’t like being lookes down on.

You shrug. "Actually I think it's only fair that I go against the winner...which was Quaritch." You challenge. Quaritch licks his bottom lip with a smirk hearing his name coming from your lips.

"That's fine with me, darlin” Quaritch responds. "I could use more of a challenge." he says as he passes by Lyle and gives him a teasing smack on the arm.

What have you gotten yourself into?

"Ready?" Quaritch asks as he positions himself in the middle of the room.

"Almost." You say as you head over to a nearby bench. You tug the sweatshirt over your head. Exposing you once again half exposed but having a bit more coverage. The shorts are a little short on you, showing more than they’re supposed to, practically looks like underwear on you. The sports bra leaves nothing to the imagination, you’re breast are picked up and almost looks like it wants to spill over from the top.

Everyone’s eyes immediately gaze down at your body. Lyle sits down on a near by bench, grabs his hoodie and place it on his lap.

As soon as you get into a fighting stance Quaritch swings once and you quickly block it. He smiles, before swinging two more times and watching you block those as well. He takes one more swing with his right hand and this time you grab onto it, turn yourself around and use the momentum to throw Quaritch over your shoulder and slam him onto the ground.

“Impressive” Quaritch says recovering from the impact.

Standing back up, he makes his way back to you. He does another double punch combo, which you easily block, however that was only a distraction. Right after you block the second hit Quaritch swings his leg under you, attempting to drop you the way he did Lyle. As soon as you feel the hit you grab onto Quaritch’s neck and swing yourself up and around until you’re behind Quaritch, using that same force to push him down and press him into the mat, chest down. You put your knee on his back to keep him immobile.

“You really do love having me in the position, don’t you, mama”

While his body is pressed down, his arms are at his side. He reaches one up and pushes the leg that is on the mat, making you slightly lose balance and loosen your hold on him. He uses this momentary distraction to turn his body around and grab your arm, pulling you down on the ground onto your back. In one swift motion he throws his leg over, stradling your hips and pinning you down, as well as grabbing both your wrist and pinning them above your head.

You thought you had him and you were so ready to celebrate it, and just like that, you lost. The entire moment makes you burst out into laughter.

"Fuck! Take the 'L' Quaritch!" You tease.

Given the fact that he's keeping your wrist pinned, his body is completely pressed down on you. "Are you kidding? You want to beat me, you have to earn it”

“Alright! You win. Now get off of her” Spider grumbles making Quaritch laugh as he lets go of your wrist. With a groan he stands up and reach his arm up, intending to help you up from the ground.

You take it and he hoist you up. He turns to his unit with his hand still grasping yours. Taking his distraction to your advantage. You twist his arm then flip yourself around so you can lock your legs around his head, flipping him over and slamming him down again.

"Shit." You hear him whisper after you release him.

“I win” you chuckle out as you get up. You dust yourself off and walks to the bench that you left your sweatshirt and put it back on. Much to two recoms dismay.

Thirty minutes later the recoms, spider and you are sitting in their living room. The conversation is pretty light as Ja and Prager talks about their time in the military back on earth.

"What that string of rocks that you have on your hair?” Zdinarsk ask as she points at your tied up hair. You gently pull on your songcord from your braids, letting your braids drape over your back and shoulders. You hold your songcord between your fingers and caress at a specific stone.

“It’s a songcord” Spider says as he plays with his.

“A what?”

“Songcord. The Na’vi songcord is a symbol of our culture used for recounting information and stories. Individuals Na’vi creates a songcord that is used as a tactical representation of their own personal or clan history. The design behind each of our songcord is inspired by our personal journeys” you look down at the string in your hand, weaved with dozens of different kinds of beads.

All of the beads are made of natural materials, from stones to gems to bones to wood to nuts to shells and everything in between. The first bead is a rounded, shining blue river stone. 

“So it’s a diary,” Miles replies. You turn your head, shooting him a grin.

“Each bead and item on a Na'vi's songcord is only known by them and their closest friends and family”, Spider continues to explain, “When a Na'vi dies, their friends and family sing their songcord during their funeral in mourning and remembrance. The individual is then buried alongside their cord”

“That’s deep” Lopez whispers to Prager who sits next to him. Prager elbows Lopez to shut up, making Lopez glare at him.

“I like your necklace” Zee points at her own neck. You absentmindedly reach for the necklace that’s above the collar. You’ve forgotten all about it.

“You made it?” Question Ja.

“Isn’t that the courting gift Tarsem gave you?” Spider ask. Your eyes widen and you snap to glare at him. He blinks at you not knowing what he did wrong.

“Courting gift?” Quaritch mumbles under his breath.

“W-who’s Tarsem?” Lyle ask.

“Boyfriend?” Lopez ask, obviously seeing his two superiors irritated about the thought of you with someone else.

“He’s not-“

“They’re mates” Spidee interrupts you. You gasp at his words and glare hard at him, the look in your eye gives it away on what you really want to do to Spider.

“He’s not my mate” you say through clench teeth, Spider smirks, seeing your reaction gives him a thrill. He knows how much you hate being wedded to Tarsem.

“Not yet he isn’t” you growl, ready pounce on him when arms wraps around your waist and pulls you back.

“Okay, calm down kitty” Ja chuckles as he puts you down once you submit.

“How about we play some football to let out all the steam?” Suggest Prager.

“Yes! Just like old times! Eyy Colonel?” Lopez shouts.

So that's how you found yourself outside with the Recoms. It was refreshing - they weren't Marines or Recoms anymore. They were just a group of young adults messing around and getting pumped up on competition.

"You understand the rules, mami?”Lopez asked you, you nod your head "Here, Chiquita, tie this around your waist. Put the hanging parts at your hips. Here, like this." Lopez helps you adjust the fabric to replicate what was on Lopez waist

You’ve already been assigned into teams. You were with Lopez, Lyle, and Zee while the other team was Quaritch, Mansk, Prager, and Ja. Spider would be your referee for the day, a suggestion Quaritch made to keep the teenager involved. He couldn't use a normal whistle because of the mask, but the screeching buzzer Lopez found made up for it.

"Hey Lopez!" Zee calls a few yards away as she stretches her legs, "we playin' full tackle or what?”

“Full tackle!” Lopez shouts. Lyle eyes widen before looking down at your small stature. You’re small compared to them.

“Lopez, are you sure, man?” Lyle leans closer to Lopez, Lopez looks at him confused till Lyle points his head at you.

You frown defensively. Just cause you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t take on a simple hit.

“I want to play how you normally do. Don’t you dare change cause of me”

Zee laughs at Lyle’s astonishment, popping a bubble with her gum before spitting it out, “alright baby, let get it on. Whose shirts and skins?”

“We volunteer!” Lopez raises his hand.

“We do?” Zee raise a brow at Lopez quickness. However, It doesn’t surprise her, Lopez just wants to see you take the sweater off again and catch a glimpse.

Lyle was about to object but you were already reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and pull it over your head. You already had your braids tied back with your songcord.

Quaritch was close by, his eyes trail down your figure, missing your bioluminescence freckles.

Lopez follows your lead and takes off his shirt, waving it above his head. He was getting a little too enthralled at today's game.

The teams lined up in the middle of the clearing, Spider placed in between them as he held an avatar-sized football in his hands. You still don’t know they even have one that size. “Everyone ready?"

Every single Recom had dangerous smirks and ravenous glints in their eyes. This was their favorite time of the day, evident in how they bounced on their feet when Spider moved to toss the ball into the air.

Right before the ball left Spiders fingers, you and Quaritch glance at each other at the same time. His facial expressions were more exaggerated than the rest of his unit, a devilish grin and gleaming eyes, "you ready?"

His eyes flicked down to your chest for one moment before looking back at you. Noticing this you smirk, “are you?” You turn the question onto him, “I hope you could handle being beaten twice by little old me, Colonel” you taunt.

Quaritch winks at you, clearly trying to distract you momentarily as Spider tossed the ball into the air, giving Quaritch a chance to grab it before throwing it towards Prager who was already running towards the water-bottle-marked end zone.

Lyle and Lopez chases after him, feet sending dirt and grass into the air as Lyle reach to grab Lopez's flags, but it was Lopez who throws himself at Prager and tackles him to the ground, hard.

“You got knocked the fuck out, man” Lopez shouts down at a dazed Prager.

“Lopez!” You shout and push him off poor Prager.

“Prager, you alright?” You look at him.

“Yeah, Sully, I’m fine” he waves you off.

“You sure, man? That was a pretty hard tackle” Lyle stands next to you.

“Please. That’s nothing” he laughs, Lyle laughs as he reach his arm out to Prager and pull him and claps his shoulder before you jog back to your teams.

“Alright! this is what we’re going to do” you all huddle in a circle, Lyle being the teams captain of course, “Lopez! You go after Mansk and Ja while Zee runs down. Baby, you’ll-“

“How about you two distract the Colonel? So we could catch the ball?” Zee cuts Lyle off.

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion in confusion. Why would you and Lyle distract Quaritch? What could you possibly do to distract him?

“Why us?” Lyle ask next to you. Your team smirks as if they know something that you don’t.

“Trust me. I think you know why, Wainfleet!” Smirks Lopez.

“How do you expect us to do that?” You place your hands on your hips.

Zee smirks, "I'm sure you two can figure something out out. Alright, break."

As Spider pressed his ear-shattering buzzer, everyone moved instantaneously. Lyle threw the ball to Zee as planned and Quaritch moves to cut you off. He stood there, arms outstretched and ready to grab you but you dodge and move to run the opposite direction but Quaritch quickly caught on and moves his arms in rapid speed and wraps his arms around you.

In a split second, you felt his arms wrap around your waist as you twist in the air, making sure he would take the brunt of the impact.

As Quaritch rotates your bodies in the air, he managed to spin you around to face him. When he hit the ground, you landed right on his waist. Your mouth drops open in shock, not able to comprehend how Quaritch managed all that in a matter of seconds. Quaritch smirks from below, reveling in your expression before pushing up on his hands. The movement made her slip down from his waist to press against his hips. He tried to ignore the weight of her body as it pressed into his groin before reaching down and pulling on the flag around your hips.

"Flag down," he smirks. Given your current situation, you were at eye-level for once. With a snarl, you try to stand up, but Quaritch flips you over so you were pinned to the ground. Your braids spread out against the grass, braid falling over your bare shoulder.

“I think I like this position way more, sweetheart!”

Your body heats up feeling Quaritch so close to you, it was your body's natural response to having him on top of you, large hands on either side of your head. He straddles your waist as powerful thighs encased your softer body, muscles not even strained as he supported his massive body weight.

Quaritch could get used to this image of you under him like this. You felt the same, heat rushing to your core as he eyes follow a single bead of sweat travel down the expanse of your breast. You almost threw all your morals out the window right then and there when he bent over and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You squeal at the intrusion.

Your scent permeated his very soul and he found himself wanting more of it, to drown in it.

A puff of air leaves his nose as he buried his face into your shoulder. You bite back a moan as he continues to smell every inch of you, his mouth opening wide enough to allow his fangs to ghost over your shoulder.

“Miles!” You squeal your body tensing, and it's only when you do that you realize, this was the first he's ever heard you say it.

When he retracted his mouth, you relaxed your tensed spine.

Quaritch sighs as he pulled back, realizing what he just did. He doesn’t understand why he did it. It was like an instinct to claim you. He reluctantly push himself off her before jumping to his feet. You ignore his outstretched hand, brushing the dirt off your legs as yoi bent over to pick up your flag. Quaritch had to look away.

"I could've helped you, you know." He tries to banter with you, but you only shot him a playful glare before jogging off. He couldn't help the way his tail swished and his ears pushed forward to full attention as exhilaration took over.

Mansk and Ja snickers as Quaritch rejoined his team, "nice tackle, Colonel. A little much don't you think?" Teases Ja.

"Ja, mind your business." Quaritch challenges, eyes trained on you as you laugh with Lyle and Spider. Mansk and Ja hums, obviously not believing a word the Colonel said.

In the end, your team reigned victorious. The dirty tricks Lopez managed to do paid off. Lopez was slick enough to hide his tactics from Spider's watchful eye, so there was no way of getting caught. The final score was eleven-ten as Lyle managed to intercept a ball meant for Quaritch and dashed for the endzone just as the clock ran out.

The sun was beginning to set as the recoms stand next each other and chat. You sat down on the grass, watching as the sky blurred into rich reds and oranges. Spider approaches you, handing you a water bottle, "can I sit?"

“You don’t have to ask” you nod the empty space next to you. Spider sits down next to you.

“I’m sorry about mentioning Tarsem” Spider apologizes. Turning your gaze away from the sky to look down at Spider who nervously play with the label of his own water bottle.

“Don’t be. I wasn’t really mad” you say. That catches Spiders attention, “to be honest, I completely forgot about him. I know I should feel something but I don’t”

“You never wanted to be mated to him in the first place” Spider grumbles obviously irritated at your father for forcing you to mate with someone you clearly don’t want to be with.

“Yeah. I should be the one apologizing to you for the way I acted. I guess I just didn’t want them to know” you shrug as you absentmindedly tug on the grass.

“Who?”

Shit. Why did you say that? Why didn’t you want them to know of Tarsem?

“Lyle and Miles” you answer before you could shut yourself up.

“Oh my God! You’re falling for them!” Spider gasp a little to loud. You shush him and glance towards the recoms to see they haven’t looked your way, thanking the great mother.

“I am not” you shake your head as you take a sip of your water.

You deny it. But the truth is, you really are falling for them.

——

Warm water runs over your shoulders and down your back. You relish the feeling, but wait to actually start for several minutes, so you begin your actual shower routine.

Once done, you turn the knob off and swing the curtain aside. Toweling yourself dry, you change into a long sleeve shirt that belongs to Lyle.

Leaving the bathroom you walked down the to your room. Seeing the door ajar, you swing the door open and enter, closing the door behind you. A gasp leave your lips as you cover your mouth when you see a naked Lyle.

Oops, wrong room.

“Baby!” Lyle shouts as he quickly covers himself up by wrapping a towel around his waist.

“I’m so sorry” you let out a shaky breath. You were completely mortified on what you just walked into. “I-I’m just gonna go” you arkwardly point behind you and turn around and head for the door.

“Baby!” You hear Lyle say behind you, but you don’t turn around, you just head for the door.

"Y/n!" he calls out again, saying your name this time. But you keep going, feeling like you’re about to collapse and you’d rather not do that in his room. You’re so embarrassed.

You reach for the door knob and go to pull it open but you don't get very far when a hand presses against it, slamming it back closed.

You turn around completely startled and find Lyle’s face only inches from yours. With a gasp you try pulling back but you’re met with resistance when you hit the door behind you.

Lyle’s other hand comes up and he places it against the door as well, essentially caging you in. His body is extremely close to yours, yet you’re still not touching.your breathing is hard and ragged. Your chest is rising and falling and now so is his. You look up at him, your height difference giving you no choice. His eyes bore into you and you’d give anything to know what he's thinking at this moment.

You’re once again feel conflicted, you’ve never been in this situation before. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? Are you supposed to push him away? Or let him be near you like this?

You should leave. You should push him away. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you know damn well that's not going to happen.

You nervously run your bottom lip through your teeth, a bad habit of yours. But it does draw Lyle’s gaze down to your lips as he lets out a raspy breath.

"Lyle” you gasp out.

"Shit." he whispers, right before bringing both of his hands to your neck, tilting your head back, and pressing his lips against yours.

And all of your thoughts go out the fucking window. Any strength you had left in your legs completely goes when he gently starts moving his lips against yours and you have to reach up and grip his arms to stop yourself from falling.

Lyle feels your struggle and he brings his hands from you neck to your hips as he pulls your body closer to his, helping you stay up.

You don't exactly know what's going on, but right now, with his lips pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your towards him as if he can't have you close enough, you don't care about anything else but him.

You slide your hands up from his arms to his neck and throw yourself more into him. Once he notices your enthusiasm he starts moving his lips harder against yours. He pushes himself against you and you stumble back and hit the door again, but this time Lyle’s body is pushing you against it. You can feel him growing behind his towel as he presses his hips against you and you can't help the moan that escapes your mouth. Once he hears you, Lyle gladly returns it, moaning into your mouth and it's definitely a sound you could get used to.

You don't know how far this is going to go, and honestly, you really don't care. All you know if you could stay here, being consumed by Lyle Wainfleet’s lips forever and be completely content.

*knock knock*

Fucking shit.

“Lyle, you done?” You both hear Quaritch on the other side of the door.

Immediately you push away from Lyle. And turn away from him as you wipe your lips with sleeve of your burrowed shirt.

“Wai-“ the door opens before Lyle could continue his sentence.

Quaritch walks into the room wearing only a pair of joggers and his chest bare.

Quaritch looks between Lyle’s who seems slightly out of breath to you who has your back to him.

“Everything alright?” Quaritch brow raise questionably, having an idea on what he just walked into.

“I-“

“Excuse me” without making eye contact with either of them, you quickly walk around Quaritch to the door and leave, closing the door behind you.

You immediately bend over and put your hands on your knees as you take in gulps of air, feeling like you can finally breathe now that you’re out of the room. Ideally you want to sit on the floor for a while but you know you need to get out of here.

So you speed walk into your room, hoping you could get there before anyone sees you.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

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♡ PRIDE with the HSR cast ♡

featuring: jing yuan; bronya; dan heng; gepard landau; himeko; march 7th; natasha; sampo; seele; serval landau; welt yang tw: none type: fluff, pride month, hcs, a lil bit silly pronouns used: none a/n: cishets dni with this post <3 it's not for you <3 (normally you are welcome on my blog! just not this post) queer ppl PLEASE interact. idc what ur identity is if you're lgbtq+ in some way this post is for you <3 i love you (YES this includes trans straight people and bi people with crushes on characters of the opposite gender. you are loved and included)

ERM sorry this is a day late i got really tired and had to finish it today!! utc for length as usual

DAN HENG

kind of forgets about it until it's june first and he goes "oh wait. it's the gay month now isnt it"

anyway he's happy he gets to celebrate it with you. otherwise he wouldn't really see the point in doing anything special

probably gets you some kind of gift with your flag on it <3 whether it be a plushie or a banner or just a flag!

if you like going to the parades and celebrations, he'll go with you. he's not a huge fan of all the crowds of people there, but it doesn't bother him too much and he likes seeing you happy, so the net value is positive

buys something for himself if the two of you go shopping this month

he'll see a t-shirt with a little rainbow on the chest and he smiles a bit and buys it to sleep in

you also get him obnoxiously rainbow sweatpants. at first he is incredibly offended, but eventually they grow on him and he starts wearing them around the astral express. march lives for them and was visibly upset that she did not get a pair.

MARCH 7TH

WOW!!! ALL GAY PEOPLES' BIRTHDAY!!! NO WAY!!!

march is the most excited for pride month out of everyone on the astral express. she stays up until midnight on june 1st like it's new year's eve

AGGRESSIVE with all her pride merch. she gets you so much shit too. pride shirt. pride sweatshirt. pride socks. a million pride bracelets.

if the two of you go out together in june, she makes sure you're also dressed to the nines in various flags and rainbow colors

drags you to the pride parades. march convinces the crew of the express to let her make a train float for the parade of whatever planet you're on and she goes TO THE MAX with it.

speaking of the express, when everyone wakes up and enters the main train car, they find march putting up streamers and blasting lady gaga at full volume

tldr she's fucking excited

HIMEKO

ohh pride month! so blowing homophobes up is legal this month?

well, i wish. sorry himeko

she's one for more subtle pride merch. maybe a hair-tie or a bracelet, but she has at least one little flag on her at all times.

also has some pride pajamas. hey, they're comfy.

if you're comfortable, she'll take you to the pride parades. if not, no problem, the two of you can celebrate from home.

also probably gifts you something! she gets matching pins for the two of you so you can be proud... together!!

if any of the other express crew comments on her little pride ornaments, she goes "yeah? and what about it?" like a queen. this is completely ineffective however because the entire crew is queer in some way

WELT YANG

oh, it's june again. alright.

doesn't really see the need to celebrate, but will allow you to adorn him with various pride baubles if you so desire

thinks it's very cute if you get excited about pride... like yeah, yeah you should be proud.

while he doesn't outwardly show much excitement about the occasion, you notice welt gets more affectionate with you

there are more little forehead kisses when he passes you, more reaching for your hand when he walks beside you, and you swear you can feel him hold you just a little bit tighter when you go to sleep

when march proposes the idea of decorating the express, he gives a slight but genuine smile and shoots you a knowing look.

even though he could celebrate himself this month if he chose to, for welt, it's more about celebrating you and the relationship he has with you.

he's more proud of that than anything else.

BRONYA

exhausted by pride month before it even begins LOL

being the head of the city, she's in charge of sanctioning and scheduling and planning all the official pride parades and celebrations happening around belobog, and, well... wow, are people in belobog really fucking gay

also deigns to go give some speeches at a couple of the rallies. she's a cool supreme guardian

cocolia allowed pride parades during her reign, but she never encouraged them. both to celebrate her own identity and yours and completely spite her mother, bronya encourages the people of belobog to go all out

and they do!

she gets a couple of gifts for you. not anything super huge or out there, but a flag or a shirt or a hair pin to match with one of hers.

bronya also gets premium seats to any pride parade she goes to, and she definitely takes advantage of this. kind of the best dates ever.

and when she's exhausted by the day's events and the two of you lay down to bed, you can hear her quietly wish you happy pride.

GEPARD LANDAU

gets really excited about pride, but doesn't really know what to do with it

and also, as captain of the silvermane guards, he's tasked with making sure all the official belobog pride parades are safe and orderly

this is quite the task given how passionate belobog's gay community is

on days where he doesn't bring you, he comes back covered in fans and stickers and streamers and confetti in the colors of pretty much any queer flag you can think of.

he has you deck out his armor for him. you grab your paint and stickers and washi tape and decorate the hell out of him

he's so happy when you do this. it's a very sweet moment full of fun and laughter and intimacy

no cops at pride! only gepard landau and his exuberant rainbow armor

SERVAL LANDAU

YOU LOOK AT HER AND TELL ME SHE DOESN'T BOOK SO MANY PRIDE PARADE GIGS

lord. it's so sexy. she performs her music on as many pride floats as she can, and every single time, she either takes you with her or looks at you in the crowd and blows you a kiss after her big number

SERVAL CAN I HAVE A KISSIE KISS PLS <3333

also aggressively proud. she paints her cheeks with her flag(s) and roams around yelling happy pride at anyone she sees in the streets wearing rainbows

the two of you go to a café and the guy taking your order is wearing a trans wristband and she gets so excited she starts yelling by accident and ends up giving him a 30% tip and a free concert ticket

you stare at her and shes like what??? it's pride month

girl get a grip.....?

probably takes you to a couple of raves too

you paint so many flags on each other that it looks like your skin is rainbow and stay out until the early hours of the morning

SEELE

only knows what pride month is because you explain it to her

while there's a normal sized lgbtq+ population in the underground, chances are pride celebrations every year are short and not very big

she learns about it and is so excited

seele wants to go to a pride parade in the overworld with you, but even more than that she wants to set up a parade for the people in the underground so they can really celebrate themselves

it takes a few weeks of planning and execution, but it's successful and it pays off. it's a huge amount of fun for everyone in the underground who wants to participate, and a welcome distration from the lingering effects of the stellaron

part of the planning for this of course involves taking out to attend pride parades up in belobog

the first few minutes of being in the crowd, seele is a little nervous about all the people and the fact she can't move around too easily. but she gets used to it pretty quickly

she has the best reflexes out of everyone in the crowd and manages to catch every single freebie thrown off of the floats. she brings them back to distribute among the kids in the underground.

NATASHA

natasha is reasonably excited for pride month

possibly the most normal out of everyone on jarilo VI

she puts little rainbow flag posters up on the walls of her clinic to make sure that queer kids know they're safe there year round, but they double during june

YOU CANNOT convince me natasha isn't the biggest giver of hrt treatment on jarilo VI you cannot

she wishes all her trans and otherwise queer patients happy pride when they come in, and hands out little rainbow stickers to kids she has to give shots to

her work takes up most of her day, and she regrets this during this month the most because she can't spend time with you

she's able to take the day off for your birthday and other important occasions, but patients need care

to make it up to you, the month of june is full of extra late-night dates once she's gotten home from the clinic and candlelit dinners.

SAMPO

i've said it before and i'll say it again: sampo runs an overpriced pride merch stall

and you look sooooo cute modeling all those pins and buttons and shirts and socks and hats and

has you stand around waving your flags decked out in all things rainbow, to attract customers

a couple of people rightfully accuse him of ripping them off, but sampo just blinks up at them innocently. they'd really accuse him of such a thing? during pride month of all times? have they no shame?

sampo has no shame. those customers were reacting reasonably.

when he's not conducting business, he's even more affectionate than usual, which, frankly, is difficult to do since he's usually glued to your side

"it's pride month!! we should kiss all the time obnoxiously in public to show people what queer love and joy look like"

babe....

JING YUAN

the general... has almost no time to spare for pride month

which, honestly, is such a disappointment to him. he was so looking forward to june and spending extra time with you

so instead, he has you accompany him to his work and keep him company and chat with him and sit on his lap on occasion and give him kisses when he's tired and

his coworkers are staring.

"do i detect homophobia in the room? during pride month? get back to work." (he's joking)

the lion gets a RAINBOW BOW TIE COLLAR and he is WORKING IT!!

he looks so dapper. he struts around like he's the handsomest man in the world

and he is, second to your jing yuan, of course

to show support for his community, the general flies a rainbow flag from the building

the gay is visible throughout the entire luofu

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